Abandoned by my Childhood Friend, I Became a War Hero chapter 11

11 – Opal Black Class

Marianne von Karlstein is nicknamed the ‘social flower’, but she is not very social.

This doesn’t mean that I’m uncomfortable hanging out with others, but that I’m not the type to lead conversations.

In fact, if you think about it, it was natural. Even if Marianne is at the party, she has no reason or need to approach her first, as everyone is anxious to talk to her.

“… ….”

“Um….”

“Whoa….”

That’s why this atmosphere filled with silence in the class was very uncomfortable.

As soon as Instructor Ion finished his self-introduction, he immediately went up to his room and the others scattered to do their own thing.

So, right now, there are only four people sitting in the break room doing at least something similar to group activities: Marianne, Schurz, Titania, and Princess Elizabeth.

I don’t know if you can call it a group activity, just sitting quietly and noticing each other.

The purpose of establishment of Fillion Imperial Academy is to nurture excellent talent, but its educational philosophy is rooted in equality.

The significance of the existence of Fillion Academy is to provide the best education to talented young people regardless of their social status and background, and to nurture them into outstanding talents who will contribute to the future of the empire and the continent.

Thus, in the academy, all students are equal under the name of ‘student’. Since it is completely forbidden to be bound by one’s social status, the imperial family is provided with a superior education, and the commoner is not provided with a inferior education.

Of course, there is a lot of room for problems if you really mix all the students, just because the educational ideology says so. Just as a prince and a beggar never understand each other, the life they have lived so far is completely different if they are of different classes.

It is necessary for the children who have just entered a new environment to get acquainted with each other and to become closer. Since we’re equal, let’s stay close from now on.” Will the conversation work?

That was the case with Marian right now. Suppose you are having a brief conversation with the elf sitting next to her.

If the other person is an imperial aristocrat, it would be common to ask where he is from and expand the topic by talking about local specialties and places of interest….

“Oh, hello. Where is your hometown, by any chance?”

“Linia Great Forest.”

“Ah… I see.”

“Yes….”

“… ….”

“… ….”

It was obvious that this would happen.

Marian only knows that the Linian Great Forest is in the west of the continent. And how many trees? Because there are so many trees, it must have been called Great Forest. On the other hand, that elf wouldn’t know about the institutional culture or the latest fashions either.

That’s why Fillion Academy created four dormitories to group people of similar births together and give them time to adapt to the new environment.

But, in that case.

‘Why am I even here?’

I understand the purpose of Opal Black’s establishment. Even Saladin, who is not present right now, is the prince of the Al-Kamil kingdom. Since he is of noble status, he should of course be assigned to Diamond White, but Prince Saladin is a complete foreign national, neither from a vassal state nor from an imperial colony. And foreigners are usually assigned emerald green.

Oznia is a commoner by status, but she is the lord of the mage tower. So, she must have lived a life worthy of an aristocrat, completely different from the life of an ordinary commoner. Will she be able to adapt to Garnet Red?

What about Titania? Since it is a heterogeneous race, it would of course be emerald green, but the Great Forest is much larger than most countries. She is the daughter of the leader of the elven clan there, so she is a princess in human terms. It was the first time since the establishment of Fillion that an elf had entered Filion in the first place.

This year, there were quite a lot of vague categories like this. If it was just one person, they would have just closed their eyes and had them choose the dormitory they wanted to go to, but since this kind of case isn’t one or two, I fully understand the intention of the academy to just drive them to one place.

So what about me?

Can’t I just go to Diamond White?

I thought I would spend a comfortable and comfortable academy life surrounded by familiar children of aristocrats, laughing and talking hahahaha, but when I realized that I was suddenly assigned to a new class, I was very taken aback.

I want to request a dormitory change even now. But there is only one reason not to.

Marian sat on the couch in her common room and silently rolled her eyes. At the end of her gaze, there was Princess Elizabeth, quietly absorbed in reading by the fireplace where a wood fire was burning.

Even the princess of the empire doesn’t complain about the class, but a young lady from a marquess moves the dormitory saying that I can’t stay here? It was a good thing to hate the princess. She couldn’t possibly do that to Marian.

So Marian just stayed in the break room. She went up to her room like the other students and wanted to rest comfortably by herself, but she was unable to go anywhere because she was looking at the princess, and she was just breathing.

And the instructor who had to deal with this awkward atmosphere didn’t seem to want to come out after entering the room.

‘Is it all if Ji is good? She sure has a good face, but… No matter what!’

Does it mean that students don’t care whether they become friends or not, or does it mean they don’t want to see each other’s faces when there’s nothing else to do? It was Marian whose impression was getting worse for Ion, who was already bad.

At that time, Schurz, a calm-looking male student wearing glasses, suddenly cleared his throat.

The eyes of the students gathered in her lounge were focused on him.

“Even though the self-introduction is over, it still feels awkward. We’ll be seeing each other for a long time, but it’s uncomfortable to stay like this all the time, so why don’t we talk about something appropriate?”

As expected, the chancellor’s son! Marianne sang for joy in her heart. It made her feel a little sorry that she usually thought she was a sullen guy who didn’t know what to think.

“Ummm… Even if it’s a story… What would you like?”

Titania, the only heterogeneous person in this place, said that with an awkward expression.

“If we were to talk about a common topic, it would be the academy. Since tomorrow is the entrance ceremony, the contents of the class are good, or how about talking about the homeroom instructor?”

“Instructor Ion? You sounded a bit frightened….”

“First of all, I’ve never heard the name Ion Graham before. Does anyone know?”

Marian flinched lightly. She knows that Ion Graham is one of the 7 Heroes of the Continent, the ‘Heart’.

But she shouldn’t comment on him. She didn’t want to be known, so her grandfather had told her to watch her mouth.

Shurtz seemed unaware of the instructor’s identity. Of course Titania, who lived only in the Great Forest, was like that.

Maybe the princess knows? Marianne cautiously looked at Elisabeth in her eyes, only rolling her eyes.

The princess’s expression was different from usual, so it was difficult to guess what she was thinking.

“He looks strong.”

Battar Kun, who was well over 2m tall, entered the break room with heavy footsteps.

His upper body was drenched in sweat, like someone who had just come from a run, but he came in without washing and sat down on a nearby chair.

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‘Wealth, unclean….’

Marian slipped into the compartment next to her sofa. Even if she was a little bit, she was to stay away from Batar.

Shurtz said with a soft expression on his face that he didn’t care about the smell of sweat from the batar, or pretended not to.

“Baatar. Have you been exercising lately?”

“Yes. The gymnasium here is so good to run. Anyway, that instructor, I can smell the strong man. I want to stick together.”

Marian held back the urge to shout, ‘You smell comes from you!’

“Since he is an instructor at Fillion Academy, he must have that kind of skills. Princess, is Instructor Ion a member of the Royal Guard?”

“Shurtz. Take it easy.”

Elizabeth said, closing the book on her lap.

“The academy is a place where outside status is irrelevant. We are all classmates now, so I want you to be comfortable with me. Not only to me, but also to other friends. Of course it’s not compulsory… Marian?”

“Yes, yes heh… !?”

Marian replied in surprise. Suddenly, she was pointed out by the princess, and her tongue twisted in embarrassment.

“Would you be comfortable with me?”

“Yes, yes. Oh no, yes… Uh, it will….”

The imperial princess even asked her, but she didn’t have the courage to refuse. Schurz, who had been quietly listening to her, nodded her head and opened her mouth in a more relaxed tone, as if she understood Elizabeth’s intentions.

“If you think about the future, that would be right. Then me too, no, I’ll make it easy for you too. Are you okay, Elizabeth?”

“Of course. And to answer your question just now, there is no Royal Guard named Ion Graham. Including retired people, of course.”

“I see. Well, I didn’t get the impression that he was a knight. Rather, he looked more like a soldier. What kind of person is he?”

If the academy made a common sense decision to teach the royal family of one’s own country and the royal family of another country, of course, the homeroom teacher should also match the level.

Of course, he should be a great person, but since no one knew about the homeroom teacher, each student let his imagination run wild.

The theory of high-ranking aristocrats of the empire (then Schurz refuted, saying that he would know), a warrior from a foreign country outside the empire, an adventurer from the demon continent, a top-tier mercenary, and even a theory of royalty from a fallen kingdom came to the fore.

The speculation grew that everyone was trying to make up the awkward atmosphere half-jokingly, half-seriously, rather than discussing it seriously.

Marianne did not actively present her opinion because she knew the identity of Ion, but she participated in the topic by agreeing or denying some of the speculations.

Students laugh and chat with each other, and the awkwardness gradually diminishes. As the atmosphere matured, Elizabeth, who had been silently listening to the story, suddenly opened her mouth.

“Can’t you hear anything?”

“Huh? Sound?”

“Well, I can hear that.”

As if Batar had heard something, he immediately nodded. She listened quietly, puzzled as Marianne hadn’t heard anything yet.

Thump… Thud… I was really focused, so I heard something. It’s like something is shaking a lot….

Thump… ! Thud… ! No, no. Actually shaking Vibrations resonated all the way here, as if someone was knocking on the building. Thud!! Thud!! Eventually, the sound grew louder and louder and reverberated throughout the building.

Marian was terrified. Embarrassment and wariness appeared on the faces of some of the students.

What is it? Is it a raid? This is in the middle of the system, even inside Fillion Academy? An assassination targeting the imperial family? A monster that escaped from the laboratory? Or someone with a grudge against one of us?

At that time, Elizabeth opened the door and went out. There was no bird to dissuade anyone. Following them was Batarga, and the two went out, followed by Schurz and Titania.

She didn’t want to be alone in the common room, so Marian did. Eventually she hesitated and she had to follow them.

The sound got louder as we came out to the lobby. Marian then realized that someone was knocking hard on the door, and she was worried that it might really break.

At that time, Ion came down to the lobby. Thank god. Still, it’s a continent 7 hero in name, but wouldn’t the instructor who had something outside handle it somehow?

It wasn’t long before Marianne felt relieved, and Ion strode to the door and opened it without hesitation.

Huh? So suddenly? You know what’s out there?

As soon as Ion opened the door, whether Marianne was surprised or not, a black shadow made a thumping sound and crossed the lobby in a straight line. Rolling the lobby would be more accurate.

There was a boy in oriental clothes lying on the floor in a mess.

“Ah, ouch… I just got in… What? You met that time!”

Ion opened her mouth with a deep sigh.

“Gwynn Triss. You are the last.”