Last Class Standing – 3
Contrary to its spleen name, the class competition was one of the softer and softer academy events.
The fair is a showdown for the pride of the aristocrats, and the practical exam is a matter of life for commoners, but the class competition has neither pride nor practicality. Anyway, if you play moderately, the winning class will be decided on its own, but why do you pour your passion into what you have to gain?
But this year, to be precise, for the past three years including this year, the winning class has been decided manually, not automatically.
“Even though it’s called Daejeon, it’s a place where we check each other’s learning and walk together. One day, all of you gathered here will lead the empire, or the continent more broadly. I want it to be a place of harmony, not a place.”
Thanks to that, the principal’s opening speech was so eloquent that it brought tears to my heart. Normally, there is no need to make such a long speech, but I have no choice but to prevent the atmosphere of the competition from becoming overheated.
‘What kind of hardships do you face in your later years?’
I looked at the back of the principal giving a pitiful speech with pity. Maybe the sympathy next to me has the same eyes.
If you are an academy principal, you are at the end of your career. The mayor of the city formed around the academy and the head of the empire’s highest educational institution. What a glorious and noble position he is. In the field of education, he has no one who dares to cheat except for the Minister of Education.
Of course, he is less than royalty. It’s the principal and what does it matter? Royalty can chin the government officials. And since the safety of the royal family was at stake, I can understand why the principal would do that.
“A good level of competition and a sense of goodwill are the foundations of progress. But you are not alone today.”
The principal emphasizes again not to get too excited.
Speech repeating the same words is boring, but it can’t be helped. As it was confirmed that the royal family, Leuteis and Later, would participate in the 4-person battle, clouds of war flowed between the first years. To be exact, only half of Rheutis and half of Later.
As the two royal families cast their ballots, the candidates for the championship were narrowed down to two classes.
Are you behaving appropriately in such an honorable and serious position? It is like an indirect declaration that he will not participate in the social world in the future. I’m probably going to participate in the competition with this clenched eye and flipped eyes.
‘It must be sh*t.’
The principal thinks the same, so he’s doing that, but honestly, I don’t think it will work. Please don’t let anyone lose a limb. Should I even pray?
“I hope it will remain as a pleasant memory.”
In the midst of anxiety and prayer, the anti-war battle began.
As soon as it started, ‘time of killing and frenzy permitted by the principal!’ There was no shedding of blood.
Fortunately, the only match the royals participated in was the last match, a 4-person match, so there was nothing to worry about.
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No, should this be considered a rough game?
‘He does everything.’
I could hear the earth-shattering sound of horses’ hooves even from a little distance away.
Eighteen horses galloping through the academy grounds. The first game that decorated the opening of the competition was horse racing.
‘Runs well.’
When I blankly looked at it, the trauma that had been embedded deep in my head was wriggling.
The game in front of me is cute with fewer than 20 horses running, but I saw thousands and tens of thousands charging all at once in the north. It was really terrible back then. It was even crazier when I saw him charging from the front rather than from the side.
In the end, somehow, we won. Even thinking about it now, I wonder how they got hold of them. Seungkong Jeon is amazing….
And while I was thinking about something else for a while, the jockey who crossed the finish line came out. A blonde young lady riding a black horse.
– The first to enter was Irina Yorun from Year 1, Class 3!
“Oh.”
Inadvertently, admiration came out. Irina, you ride a horse well.
Irina smiles and waves her hands in all directions. She looked even more majestic, perhaps because she was sitting on a large black horse.
“That’s amazing. There are many young ladies who can ride horses, but there are very few young ladies who can act as jockeys like that.”
Marghetta looked at Irina with her curious eyes as she turned her gaze to the words she heard beside her.
Certainly there is a big difference between just riding and jockeying.
“How about Maru?”
“I am not a young lady, but a princess.”
When I asked her in a playful way, the skinny answered with a proud expression. She said she was a member of the ducal family, not an ordinary noblewoman, so of course she could.
She doesn’t know what being a duke has to do with being a rider, but she seems proud, so she decides to move on.
“Of course, it’s not as good as a sword.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
She smiled bashfully and let out an awkward laugh at what she said. Unfortunately, contrary to what Marghetta thinks, I’m not good at riding horses. Where would I have had a chance to ride a horse?
Of course I didn’t before the possession, and even after the possession, the family stubbornly prevented me from getting close to the horse. If I fall off the horse again, it will be a major disaster.
Even in the north, when I ride a horse, it becomes like a ghost. Kesik, those bastards, now that I think about it, I think they targeted me.
‘How did the war end when I rode properly?’
I was able to ride a horse properly only after the most irrelevant period. After the war, when the prince went hunting, he often went with him.
Thanks to that, I’m getting along just fine. Just enough not to fall down.
“Huh, if I get a chance, I want to run with Carl.”
“Me too.”
And looking at Marghetta’s expectations, she doesn’t have the courage to disappoint her.
I turned my gaze back to the main playground, and I saw Irina doing a winning run.
Mmmmm.
‘I wonder if I can learn from Irina.’
If there is a 1st place nearby, you should learn from the 1st place.
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No matter how much he enjoyed the mode, Louise seemed happy, probably thanks to her class’ victory in the first match.
And Louise’s class never won again. Louise’s half, who put all her strength into horse racing, recorded a losing streak like a lie in the following race.
Actually, in horse racing, not only the jockey but also the horse’s ability is important, so it’s impossible to take care of it at a high level, but it’s not a race after that.
The unfortunate two classes of students who grit their teeth and run to win, and the students who work hard to win the championship of those two classes. This bizarre combination led to obvious results.
“It’s fierce.”
“Yes, it seems that the enthusiasm of the students is considerable.”
I sent Marghetta, who was busy with student council work, and stuck next to her principal. It would be better for her to stay with the principal at the time when the competition is on fire.
In fact, the match was held in a fierce battle between the Leuteis class and the Later class after the horse racing. If the Lutis class wins, the Later class wins the next game, and the Lutis class wins the next game again.
‘I can’t do that even if I squeeze it.’
If you guys weren’t royalty, you’d be suspected of match fixing.
The good thing though is that although it is fierce, there has been no serious conflict or bloodshed yet. Excessive level of passion just to win.
“I think today will end smoothly.”
The principal’s expression softened a bit, probably because of a small sense of relief.
It’s not that the class competition is an event that ends in one day, but somehow the day is passing by. It’s something to be happy about. Please don’t take away the little happiness of frail government officials.
By the way, the game I just had was the last of the morning games.
“The afternoon game is far away, so would you like something to eat?”
“Thanks for the offer, but I still have other work to do.”
“I see.”
I nodded at the principal’s words. Certainly, the other academy work doesn’t disappear just because of the anti-class competition.
Unfortunately, that was the case with Marghetta as well. That said, it’s a bit disappointing to visit the members because it seems like adults are getting involved in the kids’ meals.
So I just went alone. If neither Marghetta nor the members are good enough, there is no one to eat with. It’s better to eat quickly and come back before you meet anyone.
“Sister. Don’t you eat?”
“I ate earlier.”
“Then can I eat it all?”
“Yeah. We’re leaving the game later. Eat everything.”
I never thought I’d meet someone else before I even picked up a fork.
I am surprised. I thought no one was there because everyone ate outside, perhaps trying to feel like a sports day.
‘What’s the situation?’
Two students squatting miserably outside the cafeteria. It was impressive to see something whispering.
The conversation I just heard caught my ankle to just ignore it and go into the restaurant. I ate earlier, that means I was starving no matter who heard that.
After much thought, I moved to the two students. The fact that academy students can’t even eat properly is not simply an academy’s problem, it’s an empire’s problem. Attending the academy means that the student is either a nobleman or a talented commoner.
‘I’m not in a position to starve either way.’
And then, as if she heard me approaching, the student who was called unnie hurriedly turned around.
Would it be rude to that student if it seemed like he was looking at a meerkat startled by a sudden sound?
“Unni, why are you here?”
Her sister, who was mumbling something hard, turned her attention to the older sister, but her older sister didn’t answer as her face turned blue.
‘It seemed like this.’
I felt like I was going to sigh in the expected situation. I must have avoided contact with other students for no reason until now. Because of the combination of the head of the inspection department and the inspector, the faculty members are reluctant to see me. What would an ordinary student be like?
As I cautiously took another step, I could see my sister shaking her body.
If anyone sees this, they’ll know I’m bullying them.