I'M Not A Special Character
Michael Archie

Sunlight shot through the window panes, illuminating the classroom which felt as noisy as ever. Arsiel deliberately took a seat in the back corner of the room away from the door. No one noticed or asked him to speak. No wonder, anyway. He looks like a geeky kid. This time Arsiel played the role of a figure perfectly.

Why would he want to play a character? Being an MC is much better. Is he not capable? It's not like that. He is far beyond the word capable. It was just that he had different thoughts than most people. It's appropriate to bear the name "strange girl" if she behaves that way. And that nickname wasn't made for no reason.

Arsiel Charsa is not her real name. He faked an identity? Sure did! He has what it takes to do that without anyone knowing. Terrible, huh? At least he is not a fool who acts without reason let alone to get carried away by personal emotions.

All this time Arsiel did not reveal his identity to others. He felt that the more he knew, the more troublesome it would become. If his identity is revealed to the public, he becomes difficult to obtain information. That's the function of the "figurant character" he is playing at the moment. So who is he? It's not time to know yet.

Back to the class atmosphere.

Arsiel noticed one by one of those who were in her class. It only took a few days for Arsiel to capture real information from them. Starting from information that feels ridiculous to information that is quite heavy. He also knew some important people and influential people in school. Information like this is very important for the situation ahead.

There are some people who have caught his attention until now. The girl he met on the first day, the osis that accompanied around the school, and some not-so-obtrusive children. For now, Marchel Volgy was the one who managed to get Arsiel to intervene to pry for information.

He usually entrusted the search for information to the right hand. But this time, he offered to look for himself. What made Arsiel so interested?

"Is there a man named Charsa?"

Know-how there was someone shouting from the doorway of the classroom. A familiar voice in his ears. Arsiel looked up, looking for the origin of the sound.

"Sir Marchel!! The rich handsome usually!!"

"Sir Marchel must be busy being a member of OSIS."

"You need some help, brother!"

Almost all the women in the class were excited by the arrival of Marchel. Arsiel had not yet asked about Marchel's need to find him, Marchel was already trapped. He is surrounded by his fans. Marchel still showed a smile even though she felt uncomfortable being treated that way.

Arsiel could only stare from his stool. He was indeed interested in Marchel, but not the interest they felt. Arsiel never cared about that kind of interest.

"Charsa, meet me in the OSIS room!"

With just a word, Marchel just left the classroom. Everyone in the room was astonished. What's the connection between Marchel and Arsiel?

In a split second, all pairs of eyes were on Arsiel. He deliberately put on a plain face of confusion that made almost all of his classmates label him as a girl who used his innocence to attract senior attention.

Without a second thought Arsiel immediately left the classroom.The corridor passage was quiet to look at, but very noisy when heard. The distance between its class and the OSIS space is quite far apart. When viewed on a three-dimensional floor plan, the school has three floors. The first floor was a classroom for the tenth and eleventh class Forces.

For the second floor occupied the twelfth class and some rooms for extracurricular. The top floor is the rooms provided for the benefit of schools and teachers. Such as meeting rooms, space for important guests, and so forth. Each floor has a canteen and several bathrooms.

Arsiel had reached the stairs to the second floor, walking up the stairs. The ladder model used by the school is the L ladder model. There is a place to pause before the turn of the stairs. There Marchel was waiting with a cold look, waiting for Arsiel to reveal his nose.

Arsiel who had climbed the last rung before the break was startled by the figure who had been waiting for him there. Didn't Marchel say he'd meet him in the OSIS room? Why is he waiting in a place like this?

"You said I should meet you in the OSIS room. But why are you waiting for me here?"

Somehow Arsiel did not wear a 'mask' as usual. He currently plays himself as a 'me' and not as a 'figurant character'.

"I did say that. Take it easy, I just want to go hand in hand until I get to the OSIS room. There was no other intention, so there was no need to put up such a scary face. I'm not a school thug anyway."

"Okay, I have your word. If I see you acting suspicious just a little bit, take care of the back of the head."

Marchel was stunned to hear Arsiel's words. No one would have expected a girl who looked geeky like her to be able to cast an extremely sharp and domineering gaze. At the moment Marchel feels the change that is happening to Arsiel. Is this the same girl he met in class a few minutes ago?

The conversation ended between them. Along the way to the OSIS room only boisterous, low voices and the sound of footsteps were heard. Several times Marchel abandoned any intention to talk to him. He felt a threatening aura was watching him. This girl is too creepy.

A few minutes walking, they finally arrived at the OSIS room. In this room there is no one who means only the two of them are left. Marchel closed the door and even locked the door in a quiet voice. Arsiel. He had already put the horses in silence, preparing to launch a blow if Marchel dared to do anything indecent.

"You remember what I said?!" Arsiel furrowed an eyebrow, looking out at Marchel.

"Yes, yes! I still remember!" Marchel casually walked towards the small table in the corner of the room, taking something out from inside the desk drawer.

Arsiel was still flinching on the spot. He didn't move a inch. Marchel turned around, showing something she held in her right hand to Arsiel. It was a bright gold colored card. It says "Michael Archie".

Arsiel was stunned to see the business card. His jaw was hardened, the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.

"Harwich West's. Code name A-09. Meet me Michael Archie. Code name A-03. Please cooperate, Miss West!" Marchel pulled the tip of her lips, smiling.

"Don't expect you to escape my interrogation session, Mr. Michael!"