𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒: 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞
The class ends and the professor exits as if fleeing.
He blocks the door before anyone can leave their seats.
I stand in front of the podium and introduce myself.
“Nice to meet you, my name is Otto von Haedecker. Today, I have come to this school as your classmate due to a fortunate turn of events. In this classroom, unlike in the mundane world, everyone is equal. It’s a world where only individual abilities rule. I declare in the name of Otto von Haedecker that there is no difference in birth or wealth.”
“E, Excuse me.”
“What is it? Student? State your name!”
“I am Morris, the eldest son of Baron Hessian, Otto von Haedecker-sama. . .”
“Just Otto!”
“Huh?”
“You and I are equals.”
“Otto-sama is. . .”
“Huh?”
“Otto-kun is. . .”
“Fine. What is it?”
“What is your magic level? Why are you in this class?”
“Hmm.”
I look around the entire classroom.
There are many who are sizing me up.
Well, it’s about determining whether or not they will be useful connections in the future.
I’ll answer with sincerity.
“I’ve never learned magic from a teacher. So I don’t understand what a magic level is. But I can blow up about a block of a town.”
Yes, I once looked up at the night sky and searched for a small asteroid that seemed to be falling.
Thanks to that, I can drop a meteorite wherever I want in about 2 to 4 days.
I didn’t think the magic of “Meteor Strike” would be such a hassle.
Well, even if I don’t use that, I just need to fire a mega particle cannon.
“Huh, who would believe such a delusion. . .”
For some reason, a slim blonde boy with long bangs answers while flipping his hair.
If your hair is in the way, get a haircut.
I raise my left hand and aim the mega particle cannon at the blonde pretentious guy.
Although it’s not necessary, a sound and light come out, myomiyomiyo~n. It’s a painstakingly crafted magic effect to make it look cool.
As expected, everyone in the magic department seems to understand the general flow of magical power.
People are dashing away from Pretentious-kun.
“I’m sorry!!”
Pretentious-kun prostrates himself on the desk.
“I see, that’s good. I’ve never fired this at a human before. If anyone wants to see what happens, let me know.”
Everyone in the class is shaking their heads no.
Good, the school caste of the class has collapsed and everyone is united.
After all, the harmony of the class is a sense of solidarity.
🩴
I walk through the school building with Vesta, who brought a lunch box.
I plan to find the loli and have lunch.
I heard there’s a bench and table in the courtyard where you can eat and drink.
As I walk down the corridor.
🩴
There’s a crowd of people.
It seems like there’s some kind of commotion.
“Let go of me!!”
“Please!! Give me another chance!! Just one more chance!!”
“The deadline for submission is today!! If you can’t do that, you’ll be expelled!!”
“I did finish it!! I fell and ruined it!! I can make and submit it by next week!! So please wait!!”
“Let go! I’ll step on you!!”
“You can step on me!! Please extend the deadline until next week!!”
“I, I’m really going to step on you!! (gulp).”
“Please!! Extend the deadline. . .”
“It hurts~! I’m really going to step on you. . .(pant, pant).”
Oh, it’s Might Nikolai-senpai from this morning, I thought I recognized his voice.
“Hey, hey, you shouldn’t bully turtles.”
I push through the crowd.
There’s Might-senpai, clinging to the floor.
In front of him is a woman in her late twenties, her face flushed, lifting her skirt up to her knees, trying to step on him.
“T, Turtle?”
She’s not wearing a uniform, but a floral dress with a teacher’s mantle.
She’s young, but she seems to be a professor.
“It’s a bit inappropriate to have a lovers’ quarrel in the school’s hallway in broad daylight.”
“Eh, um, this is not. . .”
The lady hurriedly adjusts the hem of her skirt.
“Ah, Haedecker-sama.”
“Oh, it’s Might-senpai. You look well.”
I greet him with a theatrical, exaggerated gesture.
“I see you’re a professor. This kind of lovers’ quarrel in the school’s hallway is a bit. . .”
“Ah, no, this is not like that!!”
“Then, let’s hear the story here. I have some lunch prepared, we can nibble while we talk.”
I have Vesta spread out the bucket in the alchemy preparation classroom.
I then send Vesta to call Marca.
I listened to the story.
Apparently, the magic ink from this morning was Might-senpai’s credit submission.
It was completed, but it was ruined due to the incident this morning, so he was asking the professor in charge to extend the submission date, and his enthusiasm seemed to have gone in a strange direction.
“Umm.”
I inadvertently groaned, watching the Alchemy professor devour her lunch with great gusto.
This is equivalent to my 2.5 servings plus two servings for the maids.
It might not be enough.
“Delicious!! Munch! Gulp.”
She seems to have choked on her bread, so I gather water from the air into an empty cup and add ice.
“Phew. Oh, ice? Did you make it with magic? More water, please.”
She’s eating for two.
Damn, there’s not enough food for the other two who are coming.
I take out all the leftover sandwiches and fruits from last night from my magic storage.
There’s plenty of bread. What should I do next? At worst, I’ll have Vesta go shopping.
“Phew, I’m full. It’s been a while since I had a decent meal.”
“Well, professor, let me introduce myself. I’m Otto von Haedecker, a first-year student in the Magic Department. I know Might-senpai.”
“Eh! Might!! You know such an important person!!”
“No, professor, you’re important too.”
“Eh, well, yes. . . Otto von Haedecker. I’m Juana Francesca Rosina, call me Fran-sensei.”
“Rosina, you say. . .”
Uh-oh!! That’s dangerous. She’s of royal blood. Let’s see, the eldest daughter married abroad. The second daughter is still a student. The third daughter is in the palace.
Or maybe she’s a relative because she seems older than the eldest daughter?
There are so many of them, I can’t remember.
“Oh, it’s fine. I’m treated almost like an illegitimate child because I was born before the current king ascended to the throne.”
Speaking of which, the handsome current king had several children before he ascended to the throne and got married.
Damn handsome guy. I’m ugly, so I have to use money and power to command slave women.
What an easy mode.
Just because he’s handsome, women are dying!!
“Well, Fran-sensei, actually, I’m somewhat involved in the matter of Might-senpai’s submission.”
I take out a piece of the cloak from my magic storage and show it to her.
“Unfortunately, senpai’s submission was lost due to an accident.”
“Hmm.”
The professor puts her hand on the piece of the cloak and activates her magic.
It seems she’s using a search magic.
Oh, this is a wizard’s search magic. It’s my first time seeing it, but it seems inefficient.
The professor pouts. No, pouting is for younger people. . . it’s a landmine.
“I understand, Might. I’ll wait until next weekend. If you don’t submit it this time, you’ll be expelled.”
“Thank you!! Fran-sensei.”
Might-senpai is delighted.
Fran-sensei stands up and turns around at the classroom exit, smiling and calling out.
“I’m going on a business trip from next week. I’ll be back in 2 or 3 days, but I’m sorry if I’m late.”
“What! Professor!!”
“Hehehe, I’m sorry~, but if you submit it by the end of this week, it’s certain. Hehehe.”
“What! The money!! The material cost!!”
The door slams shut.
Senpai collapses on the spot.
“It’s over. . .”
“Um, Might-senpai, does it cost that much to make magic ink?”
“Yes, even with the school discount in the royal capital, it’s certain if you have one large silver coin. I’ve been skipping breakfast and surviving on bread crusts for dinner just to save up for this day!!”
“Um, how much does magic ink sell for?”
“It’s not for sale. Alchemists mix it themselves and use it themselves. There are basic mixtures, but famous alchemists don’t even teach their recipes to their disciples.”
“Hmm.”
That seems interesting.
“Well, senpai, I’ll buy two pots worth with this. The first one can be delivered by next week, and the second one can be delivered anytime.”
I hand him a gold coin.
“Otto von Haedecker-sama!!”
Might-senpai, with tears in his eyes and a runny nose.
Hey, that’s gross.
“Please make sure the first delivery is quick and reliable.”
“I understand!! I’ll prepare it right away!!”
I watch Might-senpai’s back as he dashes out of the classroom.
Vesta and Marca peek out from the far-off door.
“Ah, sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s eat.”
During the meal, Marca had a gloomy expression.
Could it be!! The baptism of the school caste system!!
Was she bullied!!
Where in Germany!!
Skirt flipping? Handkerchief tying? Martian deca??
No way! Captain!! The hole in the back!!
You!! What a terrible thing to do to my loli!!
I’m a little pissed off. Come to the rooftop.
In the midst of my runaway delusions.
“I don’t seem to fit in with the class very well.”
Vesta translates.
Well, she’s collared, after all.
Vesta, being a former knight, seems to intimidate others with her demeanor.
I think it’s because of the rapier she modestly hangs from her waist.
Maybe Marca should have a weapon too. . . A hand axe seems manageable. . . A girl with an axe. . . Ugh, I have a headache.
🔹𝘈𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.𝘤𝘰𝘮 ― 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵i𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 “𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴” 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴🔹
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