“Good work going round and round. let it be like this Everyone, return the wooden sword.”
The class was over in 2 hours.
Due to a bruised ankle, John had to be supported by Evangeles.
“Hold your shoulders tight.”
said Ida, who had slipped away from the crowd of onlookers and sneaked up on John.
“Brother Yohan, are you in a lot of pain?”
“… Aren’t you in class?”
“You didn’t ask your brother?”
“Didn’t you go to class again?”
Ida gave her brother a grim expression.
“It’s a practical class, so it’s over. I don’t know what to teach them to do. I put together pieces of cloth every day.”
“I guess you teach because there are times when you need it all.”
“Meh-. do you well Sewing is not fun… Haimer does everything for me, so why do I have to learn that?”
Evangeles sighed.
“You learn to be able to do something even if no one else does it for you. do you know I wonder if you have a design sense.”
Ida was adamant.
“yes. no.”
“why. You like to wear pretty clothes.”
“It’s faster to buy and wear.”
“You don’t have to fill the number of attendance days.”
“Anyway, male Sams will check your attendance if you smile moderately.”
Evangeles came to respect his father. You deserve respect enough just for raising such a daughter-in-law.
At the same time, Evangeles remembered what his father had said to John.
‘You’re mature, so take care of Ida.’
‘He doesn’t listen to me anyway.’
‘If I don’t listen, I’ll just break my leg with a club.’
‘… Is this her real daughter?’
‘Isn’t it a father’s role to find a good husband?’
‘What does a broken leg have to do with getting married?’
‘I’m going to send it to you. On the pretext of breaking his leg.’
To say that she would marry the youngest son of a ruined family would mean her affection for John. It’s a pity that John isn’t interested in Ida.
After a while, Yohan left a whisper to Evangeles. After hearing all of his words, Evangeles spoke to John with a slightly uneasy expression.
“Are you okay?”
“it’s okay.”
Yohan then walked towards the wing of the bachelor building. Seeing Yohan disappear, Ida made a cute face toward her real brother.
“Brother?”
“What.”
“What does Brother Yohan say?”
“You say you don’t pretend to know if you fail.”
“Don’t be fooled. What did you really say?”
Evangeles snorted, and rather, questions poured in from the girls around him.
“Mr. Yohan, do you think a smart woman is your ideal type?”
“I heard that you are very good at studies.”
As the girls around Ida added a word to each other, Ida said in a slightly wary voice.
“I told you. Johan’s ideal type is Basti-ak! hey! Why do you hit me!”
“Hey you, don’t spread strange rumors. Still, he is my friend.”
“… Oppa John, where are you going?”
“You didn’t hear in class… ? under. You should have gone to class, you know… .”
“What did you say in class?”
“I told you to gather toward the auditorium for the kids who didn’t show aptitude for the blood count.”
“Oh, did you?”
Ida’s face turned red.
Coincidentally, he himself had skipped the aptitude test through the blood count.
The reason was simple.
It might be ugly, but to put a knife on the body… .
It was unimaginable for her.
Bastia, who finished collecting the wooden sword, said in a tone of annoyance.
“The paper will be handed out, so for those who have not been able to attend class due to the march, write down their names and aptitudes. And the children whose aptitude has not been determined immediately gather in the auditorium.”
John decided not to panic.
There was no such event in the original scenario. However, he had already experienced exceptions in the example of the Hamma Crescendo.
And John decided to see this as an opportunity.
‘Maybe I’ll find something like an exception rule.’
John quietly moved toward the auditorium.
***
The ‘non-aptitude’ people gathered in the auditorium.
Except for me, all of them would be people whose aptitude was not revealed through blood counts. Even after looking around carefully, none of them had magical aptitude. The only faces I knew were a red-haired girl from the same hometown as some of the jackal gang who glared at me in swordsmanship class.
The teachers’ voices were heard at the end of each line.
“The person being tested should go to the back and rest. The next person!”
The line moved one step forward. Ida, who was standing on the women’s line, was counting on John’s position with a nod of her head.
There were still about 20 more people ahead of John.
Ida, who was in the next row, switched back and forth when her eyes met Johann’s again.
Ida raised her voice as if she had heard something.
“What? What am I!”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“ah… , yes… .”
Ida quickly took care of her embarrassment.
“Why are you looking at me?”
“It just seemed like he was busy going back and forth.”
“… under. Do you know who wants to hear about your brother’s aptitude?”
John laughed bitterly.
Few people can be that honest.
“Then why are you doing that?”
“Yeah, that… .”
Ida gave a quick glance around John.
“There, handsome blonde bastard. I want to see the person right behind you.”
The blond young man standing right behind John was startled.
“yes? Me, you mean me?”
“yes. How high-nosed you are.”
“ah… , persimmon, thank you… .”
The blonde touched her nose and turned her head.
John also turned his head away from Ida and looked toward the front of the line.
“Come on, next person!”
John looked at the owner of the voice. The person conducting the examination was a wizard dressed in fancy clothes. Students are seated in front of the desk one by one in the order in which they are lined up, and then ‘inspected’.
On the desk is a pile of crude-looking cards.
The aptitude test procedure was simple.
1. The students go to the wizard and ask a few questions first.
2. Then shuffle and draw one of the cards laid out.
3. The wizard takes the student’s chosen card and interprets its meaning.
By analogy, the atmosphere is like a tarot fortune teller.
Even in the world before reincarnation, there were people called magicians. People who surprised people by hiding and taking out cards and marbles with clever tricks. The students standing in a row and the puffy sleeved robes worn by the wizard constitute a good environment for cheating.
“Wizard, is it really like trying again? I think it fits perfectly. Wow, amazing.”
The female student who was examined clapped her hands in amazement. Since the number of personnel is large, the inspection took quite a bit of time. Just when he thought he was starting to get hungry, a tall child standing in the back approached John.
“hey. The Espertz family’s yap sap.”
“yes?”
John turned his head. The height seemed to be at least 10 cm taller than normal children.
He put his hand on John’s shoulder and said.
“It’s annoying, so behave in moderation.”
“… uh?”
“Or, hide a knife in your sleeve and attack me as well.”
It was an obvious irony.
John laughed at this sudden surprise. It was because his exaggerated movements, as if trying to show off his height, were childlike.
It’s not the main character, so I don’t even remember the name. I only vaguely remember being humiliated by the teacher in math class. And the reason for the quarrel soon appeared.
“It seems that the girls have spread rumors that he robbed some kind of Bastia.”
Yohan lowered his head to hide his expression. Then, the knapsack misunderstood John’s appearance.
“why? Were you scared?”
It was funny, man.
I could easily deduce the behavior of this character. In a group of boys, there is always a fist rank… .
“young. So, don’t go around being arrogant.”
… I want to check the sequence.
“So what exactly is the business?”
“What? you said Don’t tell me.”
“ah. is this a warning? okay. I’ll be careful.”
John answered meekly.
However, it seemed that the other party didn’t like the smile on John’s face.
“Do you think you’ll win if you fight me? Shall we stick together?”
“Ooh, hey. stuck. Just pretend you won.”
Yohan’s smiling expression made the other party even more enthusiastic.
“You’re in line, aren’t you standing properly?”
At the teacher’s point, the kkeokdari had no choice but to return to his seat.
As he returned to his seat, he made a stern face at John.
“The next person.”
It was John’s turn before he knew it. An aptitude test consisting of a card draw.
As I continued to observe, there seemed to be no trick. The examiner was a female sorceress who looked to be about Bastia’s age.
She gave Yohan a brief wink and took care of the cards spread out on the desk.
“The gaze is interesting. Have you ever seen a wizard?”
“Not the first time.”
Chow chow chow chow-
The wizard reshuffled the cards he had collected. Yohan didn’t find anything out of the ordinary in that shuffle either.
“Does that card reveal my aptitude?”
“yes. If I lay the cards on the floor, you can pick up any of them.”
It was a masterful skill. 80 cards laid back in an instant. The cards with their backs exposed were densely laid out on the desk without overlapping any of them.
“Turn over with any hand. It doesn’t matter which way you flip it.”
“How many?”
“Chapter 3.”
Chapter 3.
John calculated quickly.
If you draw 3 cards out of 80 cards, there are approximately 490,000 possible cases. The type of ‘aptitude’ that this magician classifies seems to be somewhere around it.
At least more than MBTI.
John flipped the card over without thinking.
There were elaborate pictures on the front of the card he turned over.
The first chapter is a snake crawling out of the ground.
The second picture is a monk walking blindfolded under the sunlight.
And the third picture was a Yeonji tree with two trunks connected to each other.
The wizard looked down at the cards John turned over.
“Are you the John who fed Bastia shit?”
“You only got half right.”
The name is right, but I didn’t eat shit.
The sorceress nodded and said.
“so? Anyway, your aptitude is ‘cheating the eye’.”
His defeat of Bastia in the first class must have already become a famous story within the school. That the method was a trick.
I expected it to be magic, but it felt a little trivial. John could imitate her right away. It is to have Evangeles pick up 3 cards. That’s it.
‘Well. you are a noble I am a student. And his name is Evangeles.’
So, rather than curiosity about magic, John asked with the feeling of experiencing a different culture.
“Can you tell me what the cards mean?”
“This last card means that my swordsman will come in handy for you. And the second thing is your aptitude.”
John still thought it was trivial.
That was until I heard the next words.
“And the meaning of the first card is reincarnation.”
The wizard stared blankly at John’s face. She mistook the expression John was making for a lack of vocabulary.
“Well, reincarnation is… It means you are living a second life.”