9 – light and dark
Time went by pretty well even when I was in the dorm. In the meantime, I have learned to meet quite a few people with the conversation skills I have learned from traveling around many places.
What I learned as a result was that factions were divided within this dormitory, and that there were many people with a fairly high level despite being silver.
The faction was largely divided into two, but honestly, I didn’t care much, so I passed on. Ah, it seemed that Thorman was also in one of the factions.
Anyway, as I gathered information and talked with Thorman, time passed quickly and it became the first day of class.
Today’s class is an introduction to alchemy and history of warriors.
Alchemy was one of the few things I could do right now, and Introduction to the History of the Hero was a must, so I applied.
So I moved to the alchemy classroom and opened the door. Even with the appearance of the Bandage Man, the sprouts taking a new class in a new environment did not stop making a fuss.
Unfortunately, Thorman didn’t include any subject to use his brain, so I’m alone in this subject.
Judging by the fact that the group is divided, it seems that they are divided according to rank. I didn’t really want to sit somewhere, and I sat down in a roughly empty seat because I didn’t even want to solve the bloody battlefield stories among the green sprouts.
“Ah. That place.”
“Is there a seat? Sorry.”
“Wait.”
The woman who stopped me from getting up from my seat just like that.
I think I’ve seen her waist-length hair somewhere.
“Have you removed the bandages yet?”
“Was it Priersil?”
“Right. So why are you still in that unsightly form?”
phew, good luck name is wrong
“Is it my mind whether to solve it or not?”
“I want you to dress appropriately for an academy.”
A voice can be heard agreeing with her words from a little closer. He said he was the chief, but he seemed to be in charge of a meeting.
However, I don’t think it’s the right choice to put people who say they’re right without having their own opinions into the group.
I didn’t really want to interfere, so I didn’t bring it up.
“I’ll apologize for sitting on my own first. So let’s not bother each other. Isn’t it time for class to start soon?”
“…that’s rude.”
“I’ve heard that a lot.”
In the end, all those people gave up and acknowledged my way of speaking.
Anyway, when I got up and headed to another place, Friersil seemed to have given up as well, so he sat down and started taking out his textbook.
uh? textbook? no way.
The professor entered with the sound of a sliding door.
“Hello- I’m the professor in charge of this subject-“
with a booming voice.
Could it be that on the first day, a situation like ‘If you don’t have a book, look with the person next to you’ will only happen in out-of-season books?
That slight fear disappeared completely at the professor’s next words.
This professor, named Merlin, seems to like things to be loose, and said that it is standard not to have classes on the first day, and only introduced himself and explained the goal of the lecture, and finished the class in less than an hour.
what? this pleasure?
It is a completely different pleasure from going on a food trip, exploring a labyrinth, or drinking with an adventurer.
I never thought it would be so much fun to sit down and focus on one person’s words. Is it because you never received a proper education? Or is it because the development is different from what I expected?
A tingling sensation of discovering a new joy ran through my body.
nice Resolved, was the next subject an introduction to history of war? Professor…
Lane guard on.
It was a subject he knew all too well and the dean of the academy directly participated in as a professor.
Time left ambiguous, so I bought a convenience food at the canteen. I also bought textbooks in advance to prevent the same situation from happening. I had a lot of money saved up in the first place and I received currency exchange, so it wasn’t too much.. but what about the kids who don’t have money?
A modest question arose, but it was not something I would care about anyway, so I passed it on. Now, the priority was to check how the former colleague, who was once the strongest human and hero, gave a lecture.
I arrived at the Lululala classroom and sat down. I tried to sit in the front row, but I was pushed by the cadets who came first, and I ended up sitting in the back row rather than the middle row, whether it was because of my enthusiasm or because I was looking forward to seeing the first hero.
And about 10 minutes early on the hour, Lane entered the classroom. She looked over the cadets as if looking for something, ignoring the applause and cheers that came as soon as she entered.
“ah.”
He waved his hand and made a very small sound.
Both men and women reacted violently to a beautiful woman named Rain Guardon waving and laughing.
babies. My brother has seen things like that a lot, so I’m used to it now.
Lane, who was amazed at how everyone had gathered even though it had been 10 minutes ago, opened her mouth.
“You all act fast. Being 10 minutes before your appointment is a polite way to show yourself, but you can be on time for class. No, in my class, I’ll just let you go until you’re 5 minutes late.”
“professor!”
“Yes? Do you have any questions already?”
“Yes! I… do you have a boyfriend?”
Does anyone really ask such a question!
While I was admiring the confident words of a male cadet who acted like something out of a novel I borrowed from a desert city, Lane smiled and asked a reverse question.
“What would you do without it?”
“Uh.. uh.. if not… I…”
“sorry.”
Laughter blooms in the classroom at her immediate refusal. Time passed by exchanging jokes and jokes, and after confirming that Lane was on time, the class began.
“Yes. Let’s start class. Let’s introduce ourselves first, right? I’m Lane Guard-on, and I’m the dean of the academy. It’s like my first apprentice.”
I focus on the beautiful voice that catches attention without even realizing it. She was always at the center of the operation and at the forefront of the battlefield with such an appealing voice, even when planning a strategy while camping.
I looked at her at the same time as the memories were fresh. Lane, who was giving a lecture on the podium, had a different position and status, but he still looked huge.
I looked a little shabby as I was listening to the class on the student side.
“Ugh.”
I tried to lower my hand, which was rising in self-loathing for a moment.
I chewed the inside of my mouth and erased the thought.
It was different in the first place. Did you think that now you are the same person again?
You saw how hard you work. You know how talented you are.
You ran away alone And in the end, I came here on my own again.
Even so, inside, why are you immersed in an inferiority complex?
The cadets focused on Lane. My position, almost at the back.
A luminous podium and dark student seats.
It was like seeing light and dark. At the same time, I could feel again why I had left them without saying anything.
Shadow of the warrior party.
My companions called me that, but that was an excessive title.
look Even without a shadow, don’t warriors eat well and live well?
That’s why this seat suits me.
This place in an inconspicuous corner.
…
..
The time for self-loathing is over. I was overwhelmed by the atmosphere and suffered from the inferiority complex of the past without even realizing it, but am I different now?
I am not in an equal relationship with them in the first place. You should get used to it first.
All I have to do is stick to what I am assigned, and what suits my role right now is my studies.
After Lane finishes his lecture, the cadets rise from their seats and greet her as they leave the classroom.
I also tried to get out among them, but a man’s voice stopped me from doing so.
“There’s another one. Rude guy.”
“Oh. So… Free… Free… Was it the Prisoner?”
“It’s Prion Coulson! An ignorant monkey with no memory!”
“Oh right. That’s the name. So what are you going to do?”
“I only found the bandage thinking I took it off. Even the nails are still there. It’s impossible to save..”
“A prion cadet?”
“Ah.. ah.. yes! Warrior!”
“Whoops. I’m no longer a hero. And please don’t bite each other with the same cadets.”
“I’ll try my best!”
Is this charisma? Is this the invited warrior?
In an instant, Lane, who had rendered the prion fighting against me incapacitated, left the classroom.
Prion looked at Lane for a while, then looked at me again, then clicked his tongue and left the classroom.
It seems that Lane’s magic power has been disturbed a little, but he didn’t mind.
Perhaps the flow of magical power was broken without my knowledge because the many gazes were a bit burdensome.