45 – Short-lived joy
On the day of herbalism class, a week of hard work pays off.
Normally, I sat at random, but this time it was decided to sit with the same jacket, so I sat next to Tina.
“Uh hee hee….”
Tina, sitting next to me, giggled as she held a glass bottle of Mo Ker’s prank in her hand.
It looked as if someone had already received a perfect score.
“Put some in. What if I drop it and it breaks?”
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When I, who was very anxious about that figure, sighed, the guy stuck out his tongue to the cut and intimidated me.
I have no intention of listening to your will. That must mean something.
I don’t know if it’s because of my mood, but after I found out that I was a beastman, I felt sick to my stomach.
Do beasts have racial traits that give additional effects to provocations?
If possible, I feel like I want to feed my fist to that forehead as hard as I can, instead of honey chestnuts.
“Bell. How much do you think we’ll get?”
“Okay. It’s not like I’m well versed in that field.”
She asked the question, with only her eyes on me, still holding her hand from her vial.
Since I didn’t have anything to say, I kept my chin on my chin and replied in a nonchalant manner.
In the first place, all we can confirm is the external aspect, and we have not been able to verify how well the effect works.
It literally means that it depends on Professor Penerine’s evaluation.
It is different from when cadets can roughly guess their scores by guessing each other like in a written test.
“I hope the score goes well.”
In response to my answer, Tina muttered quietly as she touched the cork that was blocking the opening of her glass bottle with her fingertips.
It was a completely different atmosphere from the guy who took the mock test and other classes in the past, who took it boldly, saying that it’s good if you get good grades, but it’s okay if they’re low.
“Is it a big deal? Were you the type to obsess over scores that much?”
When I said it as if it were somewhat unexpected, Tina let out a playful laugh as she scratched her cheek in embarrassment.
“Ehehehe…. Of course, it doesn’t matter if your score is low if you suffered alone, but this is because I worked with Belle. You did all the hard work.”
“… You speak well.”
Somehow, I was a bit embarrassed to see that innocent yet bright smile facing me, so I tried to avoid looking at her.
Normally, he’s just a tomboy with high tension, but should I say that he feels a gap in his mature side like this that he occasionally shows?
It was strange to feel like she was facing someone other than the Tina Everett I knew.
“Now, have a representative from each group come forward and submit the assignments you have made. Let’s see how many of them have made something decent.”
As soon as she took her eyes off Tina and turned her head over her podium, Ms. Fenneline opened her mouth with her arms wide open.
Today, as always, your skill at twisting people’s moods by adding useless back comments is superb.
It is surprising that he has held a professorship at the academy for over 30 years while maintaining such a tone of voice.
It must be proof that there are no flaws in terms of actual personality or ability even if it looks like that.
Or, even though her personality is eccentric, her abilities are recognized to the extent that she surpasses them.
“Go, I’ll come back. Bell.”
“Come.”
Swallowing her saliva, Tina rose from her seat and took her medicine bottle from her desk and headed for Mrs. Fenneline.
Her nervousness brought her frozen shoulders into her eyes, and a wry smile naturally formed on her lips.
She’s a very eccentric guy with only one assignment.
“You must have submitted everything?”
“Yes!”
After examining her basket which was quickly full, Ms. Fenneline looked around her retinue and finished her final check.
As the cadets’ roaring answers filled the classroom, Ms. Fenneline picked up a glass bottle from her basket with her signature snake-like smile.
It was around that time that Tina, who had gone to her podium, returned to her seat.
“Ooh. This is a well-made item.”
Muttered Ms. Fenneline as she ran her hand lightly across her chin.
Perhaps because everyone was locked in silence, even though the space in the lecture hall was quite large, that voice rang clearly in my ears.
She said more than that, can she tell if it’s well made or not just by looking at it with the naked eye?
You can tell by the color, but from a sneak peek earlier, most of the potions made by the other guys are pink.
It’s a story when you exclude the grotesque things that look like failures at first glance.
“Let’s see, the name of the member who made it…. Bel Denauer, Tina Everett?”
“Yes, yes! Professor!”
What is it? Was it ours?
Tina wasn’t the only one who was surprised when the names of the two of us came out of Penelyn’s lips as she checked the label on the glass bottle.
“I will give you an A+ right here. Very good.”
“!?”
Tina turned her head to me, so startled by the impromptu evaluation that followed, that she couldn’t utter a sound.
She looked at me as if asking if I had just heard that, and I nodded her head with a smile on my face.
Listen carefully. That’s why I’m bewildered.
I never thought the day would come when I would hear the word A+ from that famously picky professor. Even the target is us.
Tina was so happy that she grabbed my hand and jumped out of her seat laughing.
Especially since he was a guy who followed Ms. Fenneline well, it might be more like that.
“Since ancient times, it is easy to tell the difference between a high quality potion and a low quality potion. No matter how you look at it, none of the contents of this basket are better than what this Joe made. Dragging.”
Mrs. Penne Lynn, smiling contentedly, looked in our direction and set her glass bottle aside to her side.
Then she took out each glass bottle from the basket, examining the labels one by one.
Accordingly, the quill pen floating in the air moved and wrote something on the paper.
Apparently, they are checking the number of people submitted.
I tried to ignore Tina, who was still chattering on the sidelines, and fixed her gaze on her professor.
In the meantime.
Wriggling.
I don’t know if I was looking at it wrong because I was far away, but Ms. Penelynne’s hand hesitated for a moment, and then her eyebrows seemed to twitch slightly.
At that time, the quill, which had already been moving alone, had stopped before I knew it, and the glass bottles that had been filled in the basket had long since been moved to another basket.
“Aden Feltner, Lorne Elua. Are you seated?”
“Hmm?”
Then, when the names of my acquaintances came out in a shrill voice from Ms. Fene Lynn’s mouth, I involuntarily leaned in front of her and frowned.
Come to think of it, those two were in the same group this time.
But why are they suddenly looking for them?
“Yes.”
“… Yes.”
At the professor’s call, the two people in the front seat stood up.
I don’t know what the expression is like because it’s from the back, but at least I heard Aden’s voice calmly in my ears.
However, it felt like Lone’s voice was a little more subdued than usual, as if there was something unpleasant about it.
“Not submitting an assignment is an F for nothing. Do you know?”
Unsubmitted.
That means the two of them worked together to do nothing.
Unless you’re an idiot, you’d have brought in a failed work and struggled to get an E or a D at least.
“Yes, professor.”
“… Sorry.”
The two of them bowed their heads at Mrs. Penelynne’s firm line, and replied as if they had no face to face.
I couldn’t understand what it looked like.
Why didn’t you submit it?
If those two are normally dishonest in class or if they hate herbal medicine classes like me, I don’t know, but they certainly don’t have that kind of personality.
Besides, for some reason, it seems as if there is a frost-like coldness between the two.
Come to think of it, when I asked Aden a while ago if the assignment was going well, he seemed to laugh awkwardly.
I pressed my numb temples, wanting to know what the hell was going on.
The joy of getting an A+ was long gone.
* * * *
What I did as soon as I finished class was to lead Lorne to the promenade outside the main building.
It’s clear that something happened with Aden just by looking at it, so it was to listen to everything while getting some air.
Walking along the promenade, I looked around without saying a word.
From before, even if I didn’t tell the story first, if I did something wrong, this guy would come forward and open his mouth like a thief.
“… Bell, are you mad?”
Unsurprisingly, this time, Lorne got lucky first.
I’m still not sure what it means to ask if you’re angry.
Are you asking me if I’m angry because I just did a stupid thing that didn’t turn in the assignment, or did I ask because I thought I might have noticed that my relationship with Aden had deteriorated.
I think it’s the latter, but…. Shall I stab you first?
“Why am I angry? I just brought him because I was wondering what was going on with him.”
“… Huh. We had a bit of an argument.”
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Lorne spoke the truth quite calmly.
That expression was a bit different from the one he used to show when he made a mistake.
You’ve always been the type to admit your mistakes, but this time it seems like you’re saying you had to do what you had to do.
Perhaps it was a story that would not end with a mere brawl.
Indeed. These two aren’t sensitive enough to start an argument over a light fight in the first place.
“Who was wrong first?”
“… Shibi I walked first. But the mistake was made by the other side first.”
“What are you talking about?”
I couldn’t help but be dumbfounded when he said that he had a fight, but he confidently said that Aden was at fault.
But his eyes are too confident to just say nonsense and move on.
Does that mean that Aden did something to cause controversy and Lorne, who looked at it with disapproval, said something?
To be honest, I don’t understand.
It’s not that I’m specifically trying to shield him, but to think that the guy who was good enough to hear the Hogu sound in the original work made a mistake that would irritate Lornet.
“So what did Aden do wrong?”
“She says she will tell you with her own mouth. Until then, I won’t even talk.”
“… I’m going crazy.”
Nothing is resolved in the end. Damn it.
Anyway, if Aden went as far as to say that she would reveal it, she must have committed something.
But by revealing, you mean revealing to whom?
Judging from Lone’s way of speaking, it feels like the target of Aden’s fault is not Lone, but a number of unspecified people.
Jeop. Her head hurts
Maybe it’s because there’s been a lot of troublesome things lately, such as assignments and things about Tina, so I don’t even have the motivation to dig into what’s going on right now.
Time will tell. I just have a vague belief that it is.
There will be an exchange meeting soon, so there are a lot of things to worry about here too, so I don’t have the energy to expand my distance to other people’s relationships.