Negi T. Springfield, Hasegawa Chisame, Kasuga Misora, Hakase Satomi, Kakizaki Misa, Kagurazaka Asuna and Shiina Sakurako now- that being around fifteen minutes later- before that very same big desk of the Principal, facing the wise old man.
Negi had quickly caught on how only he and his Ministra Magi had been summoned for this sudden meeting. So he had deduced that his magical activities of late had been found out by the Headmaster. The way Shizuna-sensei stood behindthem all with her eyes reddened and her arms sorrowfully folded behind her back only added to that certainty.
Thankfully, Negi was (almost) always prepared for (almost) anything, like a junior Batman. So he always carried a humble resignation letter on his person, and he was ready to hand it over to Konoemon while giving a heartfelt apology speech. Negi was going through that speech in his head at the moment. He was getting to the part where he begged for his students' sake when he heard Konoemon saying,
"No doubt you are all wondering why I called you all here?"
Negi drew a deep breath in, knowing well that he had to answer on the behalf of his students. "We are completely certain about the validity and relevance of your reasons to do so, Sir, but yes, regardless, I must admit a certain amount of personal curiosity on the matter."
Konoemon sighed. "Please don't be so formal, Negi-kun. Why, if you keep on being this eloquent, I'm afraid I won't have enough time to tell you everything!"
While Shizuna stifled a subtle pained sound, the red haired boy in the dark green suit leaned ahead slightly. "Oh, my apologies," he said. "Of course, you must have important matters to attend to. Please be as fast as you need to, Sir. We will understand."
"No, no, I don't mean that either," the elder said patiently. He exhaled. "But you are right in that the faster this is done, the better. Negi-kun, girls, when I tell you that I have little time left, I mean it literally. I am going to die soon."
Negi, Chisame, Misora, Misa and Sakurako gasped loudly, trying to make sure they had just heard what they thought they had just heard. Satomi only frowned to herself thoughtfully, analytical as ever. In stark contrast, Asuna, always emotional, gave a loud, shocked cry and started panicking almost immediately. "N-No, Sir, what are you even saying!" she said, slamming both hands hard on the desk. "Please don't joke with us like that! Why, why are you like this...?!"
Shizuna began weeping under her breath again, and Misa and Misora turned their eyes back at her, both visibly uneasy. Asuna was trembling very intensely, looking about to weep herself.
"I'm so sorry, Asuna-kun," Konoe said tenderly, closing the tired eyes under his huge white eyebrows. "I never wanted to cause you this kind of pain. But I have contracted a form of advanced cancer, and I'll only live a few more months, at most. There is not much even magic can do for me at this point."
Asuna hiccuped a few times, unable to control the tears anymore, and all but collapsing her front on the desk, starting to bawl. "Not fair...!" she screamed. "Not fair...!"
Awkwardly, Negi, whose eyes were a bit wet as well, grabbed her by a shoulder, rubbing it gently. "S-Sir," the young boy stammered. "If, if there is anything at all we c-can do for you, regardless..."
"Then consider it done, please, Sir," Chisame said respectfully, actually truly touched herself.
"Thank you, Hasegawa-kun," Konoe said. "But in truth, it is me who needs to do something for you before I am gone. That is why I have called you. I need to compensate Negi-kun, and by extension you, his Ministra Magi, on something that was done to him, a great injustice, a long time ago."
"Muh-Ministra Magi, S-Sir, S-Sensei?" Misora stumbled with her tongue, starting to sweat. "S-Sorry, but I have no idea what-!"
Konoemon smiled. "Kasuga-kun. Please. Do not insult me like that in my final days. I have eyes everywhere in this Academy, and you all know it by now."
"I, I, I, I never meant to offend, Sensei, Sir!" Poor Misora enter True Panic Mode. Asuna only kept on crying, as did Shizuna, but Misa and Sakurako looked noticeably hot under the collar, fearing what could come next.
"I know," Konoemon said warmly. "I am not mad at any of you. If anything, I only can hope that you will forgive me over what you are about to learn, especially you, Negi-kun."
Then he looked directly at the young English gentleman. "Please tell me, son. What do you know about your mother?"