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Ch. 7 Doppelganger

"Uh… hey Raphael, don't you think the Professor looks a bit different today? Oh I don't know, maybe more masculine?" Ignatz asked his deskmate in bewilderment. He tried to wipe clean his glasses for some time but the Professor remains 'masculine' in his eyes.

"What are you talking about Ignatz? The Professor is the Professor, she's been teaching us for a whole month now! Don't tell me you already forgot what she looked like," the big oaf which was Raphael ensured his smaller friend.

Ignatz rubbed his chin trying to figure out what was different with the Professor or whether he was starting to turn crazy. The four-eyed painter was locked in his daze, only to become amusement for his snack-munching deskmate. Ignatz's confusion was not unfounded. The Professor was quite different that day, though aside from Ignatz the other students either did not care enough about the difference or thought it was some sort of complicated test.

"Lorenz, I'm not the only one tha-" the young soon-to-be Alliance leader was cut off by his ever-so-serious 'rival'.

"Hush now Claude, the class is in session, I'm sure this is some sort of advanced learning that the Professors have developed. Now if I can just figure out what this method means before you do, then I can show them that I'm the rightful leader of the Alliance!"

The pink twin-tailed diva of the class tried to hold her laughter in, failing just a bit of chuckle here and there. She held her mouth with her hand and put the other on Lysithea's shoulder.

"Pfft-please tell me I'm not-*snort*-seeing things, right?" Hilda struggled to say in between her burst of giggles and snorts.

"I-I don't think so Hilda, I cannot fathom what's happening here. Her? His? oh I don't know anymore, but those stockings! They're almost tearing apart!" Lysithea said in horror, trying to grasp the situation at hand.

Leonie was not exempt from raising an eyebrow at the fiasco. She tried to find every, if any, logical explanation as to why this is happening right now. She was not expecting a place as sacred as the monastery to overlook things such as this to happen, even if they were happening because of a faculty member. She nudged Marianne softly, wanting to hear her opinion of this phenomenon.

"Uh, what's exactly happening right now Marianne? Was there any briefing that I missed this morning?"

Marianne closed both her eyes tightly, and to top it off blocked them with her hands. She shook her head, her body coming along with it, in denial about the things happening right before her eyes.

"Oh by the goddess, please forgive me for my sins. Please forgive my being for witnessing such vulgarity," she prayed forgiveness to the goddess before sneaking a peek between her fingers, "O-oh my, Oh goddess forgive me for I can see that muscular chest and those sculpted arms, it is too much for me to bear witness to," Marianne continued her plead to the goddess, only to further give evidence to Leonie that this is not something that should be happening right now.

The Professor wrote on the blackboard nonchalantly, without an ounce of attention nor guilt about the things happening around the classroom. As the last letter was written in powdery white, the Professor put down the chalk and turned around. The students were either too oblivious or too confused to utter a single word about their professor, mainly because it was not their professor. It was Bereto in a cheap disguise of what should have been Beresu.

Sothis had informed Bereto about his twin's eagerness to learn from books that led her to overslept. He knew that when she oversleeps, it was either Jeralt that woke her or nobody at all. Since Jeralt was on a mission outside of the monestary Bereto was dealing with a new problem that he had never encountered. The twins had shared their class schedules for the purpose of dividing the time Sothis spends with either them, 'Sothis Shifts' they called it. On that day Beresu had an early morning class. With no time to ponder, Bereto took matter into his own hands. He took his twin's clothes and put them on in an attempt to act as her doppelganger. For some unknown reason that he did not care so much about, he found a set of hair extensions that he clipped onto his own to make his hair longer, much like his sister's. Before he set out into the unknown he checked himself up on Beresu's room mirror. He twisted and turned to get a good look about his overall appearance. Bereto thought he did a pretty good job and thought that nobody would notice what the difference between them was. Sothis on the other hand couldn't help but thing that there was something wrong with his head. Bereto of course, overlooked some tiny bit of details. He was 11 cm taller and more muscular.

Bereto cleared his throat before starting his lesson, "today we're going to continue where we left off last time about troop morality in the battlefield," he meticulously explained in a high-pitched voice that he had thought was similar to Beresu' voice that he had thought was similar to Beresu's./p