Vicas's fae didn't exactly have eyes... What it did have was a cute, tiny mouth with two large fangs protruding forward. Fangs that were now stained with exactly two droplets of blood.
After all, it wasn't a bloodsucking creature. It was only puncturing the skin of its victim so it could mess with their inner mana circulation...
...or so it attempted to present itself...
"Kii?! Ku-ki-ki-kiii!"
The fea started panicking, letting out rather adorable screeches as it started to flail around, flapping its wings in an attempt to get rid of the snow that was sticking to its wings and curly fur like glue.
"Kiii!"
As the magic snow settled on all surfaces within the room, the fae flew above the shelves, inadvertently appearing within Rotsard's line of sight. Its high-pitched screech sounded angry, as if it was preparing to knock out the only witness…
"..."
…which caused Rotsard's fingers to curl as veins popped up on his forehead, neck, and forearms, with his normally already beastly eyes turning straight-up murderous…
"K-kiiii…!"
As if noticing the glare, the contracted fae flinched and trembled, releasing a panicked screech and turning right around, changing its initial plan and deciding to run.
In no-time the fae made it to the small window that was slightly opened for some air circulation, and it stuffed itself through the crack, showcasing that it wasn't fluffy just for show and squeezing through as if it didn't have any actual bones in its body.
For a moment, Rotsard wondered whether he should wait just like that, but then he spotted the shadow in the corner of his eye wiggling with excitement, causing him to grit his teeth before entering the room.
Since he already knew where exactly the unconscious girl was, Rotsard made his way through the shelves with ease. Vicas's fae clearly ambushed the girl when she was organizing the supplies. The pen was still in her hand while a checklist with item names and their number had rolled under the shelf, partially covered by the thin layer of snow.
Once by the girl, Rotsard furrowed his brows…
…putting aside the mark on the neck where the fae nibbled through, Rotsard actually did remember that girl. Her name was Enna Kivonne. She came over to Mira a couple of times during their tutoring sessions, asking for help with an assignment of her own.
Mira did admit that Enna is one of her few friends… in that case, Rotsard really wasn't going to just leave her there.
Knowing that he will be messing with the evidence that would prove his innocence a lot faster, the bleached-blond-haired boy picked up the girl and tossed her over his shoulder in an unrefined manner.
Of course, princess-carry would be more appropriate, but if he could help it, that would remain reserved only for his future wife.
"Wh-what in the Grand Fae's name is going on here?!"
"..."
Right on time, someone called out to Rotsard as he was walking out of the starge room with the female student over his shoulder…
When the bleached-blue-haired boy turned, he came face-to-face with none other than the future hero.
Completely baffled future hero, with his eyes widened, and his mouth agape.
"Y-you can't…! I mean, you shouldn't be the one… N-no! Wait, no! What were you doing with that girl…?! Ah! No! What are you doing here with that girl?!"
Justin seemed to have a hard time wrapping his head around the situation and even correcting himself a couple of times, including saying basically the same thing twice… the first time he sounded betrayed and upset, only to change it to a more accusatory tone more befitting the scene.
"...?"
Rotsard raised his brow and stared at the future hero with an unamused expression.
"Hmph. Of course, a little pervert like yourself would immediately assume something vulgar."
"I…! I am NOT a pervert! You should realize how you're looking right now with everything that's been going on!"
The bleached-blond-haired youth scoffed, trying to sidestep the future hero, but Justin barred his way, rebutting him while stomping his foot.
"I have nothing to say to you."
"You really should, though."
Rotsard shrugged his shoulders, causing the girl he was carrying to flinch, and the retort arrived immediately…
…only not from Justin, but from the girl who stepped out from behind him…
Amelia Edemsworth.
With her arms crossed, she was staring daggers at Rotsard, not trying very hard to contain a disgusted expression.
"..."
"..."
Rotsard took a step forward, stopping right in front of Amelia, and the two of them glared at each other in a silent staring contest.
"Ah… u-umm…"
Justin let out a small voice, staring between the pair, getting confused over the course of action.
"...You really should explain yourself, student Vallhall. Acting like that will make it seem you're the culprit behind the fainting epidemic. You don't want your reputation to fall even further now, do you?"
Amelia was the first one to break eye contact, as she glanced over at Justin, as well as the silence once she spoke up with disappointment over Rotsard's supposed shortsightedness.
"You want to know what happened, so go ahead and check the storage room. My snow is painting a clear picture of what happened."
The bleached-blond-haired boy declared with a wry smile, causing Amelia to squint her eyes with annoyance.
"Indeed. I have no doubt that it paints a picture, alright. Whether a true or falsified one is an entirely different story, though. Isn't it?"
Amelia snickered mockingly, continuing to stare daggers at her uncooperative classmate.
"Really? Isn't it better than the big old nothing you currently have on your hands?"
"..."
Rotsard cackled, making Amelia squint her eyes harder but not respond to the provocation.