Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: VPAA

I felt so uncomfortable that I worried everyone.

As the door closed behind him, silence enveloped the room once more. Ahcehera lay still, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, but her mind was far from restful.

The voice of her savior echoed in her thoughts again, “I’m sorry, I was late.”

Who was he?

The question gnawed at her.

He had to be someone who participated in the examination or the cleanup operations. That was the only explanation.

Driven by curiosity, Ahcehera activated the holographic console beside her bed.

Her fingers moved swiftly across the interface as she requested the data on all instructors and key personnel involved in the event.

The list appeared, a cascade of names and profiles. She scanned them one by one, her sharp eyes searching for any hint of recognition.

But none of them matched the mysterious figure who had saved her.

Frustration simmered beneath her calm exterior. If not an instructor or key personnel, then…

She hesitated only briefly before pulling up the list of students. Another flood of names filled the screen, and she began her search anew.

Her determination was unwavering. Whoever he was, she would find him.

–

A month had passed, and Ahcehera found herself standing outside the imposing door of the Vice President of Academic Affairs office at Xizonrie First Military Academy.

Her parents had insisted she step away from the battlefield for a time, urging her to recover and focus on other responsibilities.

The decree was clear, she would not be called to duty unless a massive war broke out or an invasion occurred.

This office, once occupied by another high-ranking official, was now hers. It was both a symbol of her new role and a reminder of the expectations placed upon her.

Ahcehera pushed open the door, and the faint, sterile scent of artificial flowers greeted her.

The room was spacious, with polished metal walls adorned with holographic screens displaying tactical maps, recent updates, and performance reports.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Her gaze swept over the meticulously organized desk, the wide chairs, and the cold, clinical light that illuminated the space.

This will be my new world for now, she thought, her fingers brushing the edge of the desk.

Her thoughts wandered to the villa assigned to her near the academy.

She had yet to visit it, but she already envisioned the renovations she would make to transform it into something resembling home.

I need to familiarize myself with everything, this school, the students, the faculty. It’s been so long, and the princess’ memories of this place remain incomplete.

With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the present. As the newly appointed professor and supervisor, her responsibilities were vast.

She was tasked with overseeing the teachers in the War and Strategy Positioning Department.

Not only would she evaluate their teaching methods, but she would also be present during lectures, providing guidance and ensuring the academy’s high standards were upheld.

Her authority extended to the Department of Tactical Military Command and Mecha Operations, where she would review curriculum strategies and assess practical training sessions.

It was a monumental task, but Ahcehera had never been one to shy away from challenges. Her fingers curled into fists, determination hardening her resolve.

It’s better to be far from the hero and the heroine. It should not be possible for us to meet.

The office may have felt cold and foreign now, but she would make it her own.

This was her battlefield for the foreseeable future, and she intended to conquer it just as she had every other.

Time to work.

Ahcehera glanced at the first schedule on her timetable. Her morning was set to begin with observing Ms. Evos’s lecture on Battlefield Command and Predictions.

This would involve not only evaluating the teacher’s strategy and delivery but also assessing student engagement and participation.

Dressed in her distinctive military uniform, adorned with the insignias unique to senior strategists of the empire, Ahcehera exuded an air of authority.

The uniform’s sharp lines and subtle embellishments were a visual reminder of her rank and accomplishments, something impossible to ignore.

As she entered the classroom, she moved silently, her boots barely making a sound against the polished floor.

The room was in disarray. Students were scattered, chatting loudly among themselves, their voices blending into an unorganized cacophony.

Some passed notes, others scrolled through their holo-devices, and a few casually lounged in their seats, utterly indifferent to the class.

At the front of the room, Ms. Evos stood, her arms full of digital tablets as she tried to answer a barrage of questions from a small group of students who had actually approached her desk.

It was clear she was struggling to manage the class. While her attention was focused on the eager handful, the rest of the students ran unchecked, contributing to the chaos.

Ahcehera took a seat at the back, her movements purposeful yet understated.

None of the students noticed her arrival, their attention firmly fixed on their conversations or distractions. The disorder grated against Ahcehera’s disciplined nature.

This environment is far from conducive to learning, she thought, her sharp eyes observing every detail.

Minutes passed, and still, Ms. Evos remained oblivious to the silent observer at the back of the room.

Ahcehera’s piercing gaze scanned the teacher, noting the lack of control and structure.

It wasn’t until one of the students, seated near the entrance, happened to glance at the back and froze. His face paled as he stammered out, “P-Princess Ahcehera!”

The room fell into stunned silence. Every head turned toward her. Conversations died mid-sentence, and the previously lax postures stiffened as the reality of her presence set in.

Ahcehera’s expression was calm but unyielding, her mere presence exuding an intimidating aura.

The weight of her reputation as both a battlefield strategist and a royal sent an unspoken wave of discipline rippling through the room.

Ms. Evos, visibly flustered, dropped the tablets she was holding in her rush to straighten herself. “Your Highness,” she stammered, bowing slightly, her face flushed with nervousness.

Ahcehera remained seated, her voice cool and commanding. “Continue with the lesson.”

Her words were simple, but the tone left no room for argument.