"Ah, here comes the interesting part..."
Before Rielotte could continue reading her book, her physical body was suddenly jerked and sucked into a void of sorts. Apparently, it happened a little too fast before she could understand what happened - coupled by the fact that her understanding towards magical manipulation was rather, off. Within the next instance, she finds herself not in her safe haven; the library, rather in the midst of what seemed to be a gathering. As she looked around, she noticed that the headmaster, Phauron was simply just beside her. Her eyes then wandered about, collecting pieces of information through her visuals. It was obvious to her then at that very moment, while the headmaster began to speak at the very next instance;
"Each one of these scroll's can be found somewhere in the harsh terrain you will be enduring, finding them you must break their seal and recite the incantation on the front. It will temporarily summon you back to this area for close to a full day, depending on the scroll you find will determine how long you stay."
Today is the very day new students were to be admitted into the academy. Had she not been teleported by the headmaster personally, she would've forgotten about it - totally. To her amazement, within her grasps were three parchments of scrolls, those which she was supposed to have brought along while she should have originally attended the orientation. For some reason, she is rather dumbfounded to why the headmaster still keep such an odd individual like her as a working staff in that very academy itself. Regardless, she has arrived and understood what's next to come. The headmaster then gave a nod towards Rielotte, implying that she should introduce herself amongst the new students. But before she could say anything, Phauron stopped her and gestured an apology. At the next instance, the headmaster then spoke up yet again;
"Be wary of "Judgement" for among you walk's the final say in all thing's. Cheat in my arena and the mist will find you, from it's depths lay only death."
Now that the headmaster had done speaking, she glanced at him yet again; attempting to reaffirm that the headmaster had no more to speak of now. With any further doubts cleared, she then spoke up to the crowd, with all their eyes on her. It was rather daunting; so daunting in fact it meddled up with her facial expressions yet again. A rather angry face was shown; depicting a stern and angry individual up on stage. But when she voiced up, she spoke in her soft yet squeeky voice. Not entirely too squeeky to be uncomfortable, rather it was to a tone that was actually decent to listen to. A total contrast to her current facial expression.
"Greetings, students of Highschool Hell. I am Rielotte, the librarian and a teacher in this very education institution. I look forward to assisting each and every one of you in your growths any way I can."
She then gave a bow towards the students. Her opening speech was rather friendly, as compared to the headmaster. Perhaps it is of her personality to take it easy. She wasn't exactly an individual interested in chaos most of the time, ironically as she was born out of chaos itself. Not the element, rather an unforseen nor controlled event that simply occurred that triggered what is now known as Rielotte. As her facial muscles tensed up after quite some time maintaining the previous anger demeanour, she relaxed it unconsciously; returning it to her normal expression.