The Weakest Summoner’s School Conquest – I Became Strong Only After Losing – Chapter 7

𝐀𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲

Several days after departing from Rushout territory.

Finally, the Kingdom of Asgard came into view.

Ashe opened the carriage window and leaned out to gaze at the kingdom.

“Look over there! Albero, that’s the Kingdom of Asgard!”

“I can see it. But it’s dangerous.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! C’mon, Gryphon!! Fly in the kingdom’s skies!”

The green giant hawk, Gryphon, summoned by Ashe, soared through the sky.

Summoned beasts can basically be summoned anywhere. Indeed, in the skies above Asgard Kingdom, beasts resembling birds and dragons danced.

Albero summoned a creature named Mog and petted it.

“We’ve arrived. . . . . .phew.”

“What? What’s wrong, Albero?”

“Because. . . . . .our school life starts now. I’m probably in the lowest class, F.”

“You’re saying that again. . . . . .”

“You, on the other hand, are probably in class B. You’ve caught the attention of the upperclassmen, so you might even get into the Student Council.”

“Being with Esterize-sama would be nice~.”

“And don’t talk to me at school because you stand out.”

“What?! I don’t care about that! Why should it matter when talking to a childhood friend?!”

“It’s not you, it’s me. . . . . .understand, Ashe.”

“Hmph.”

Ashe is a childhood friend.

She’s grown a lot since turning fifteen.

With long hair, emerald-like eyes, and a great figure. . . . . .she’s likely to become popular.

It would be best for her not to be with an insignificant summoner like Albero. He genuinely felt that.

Albero is in love with Ashe.

She’s been with him since they were kids.

However, if it would cause inconvenience for Ashe, maybe he should distance himself.

Ashe will likely succeed as a summoner. She shouldn’t involve herself with a bottom-tier summoner like him, and it might be best for her to forget about Albero when he eventually leaves Asgard.

“So, first, we go to the student dormitory, right?”

“Yeah. But first, there’s a summoning beast rank test at Asgard Summoning Academy. Your dormitory will be decided based on that.”

“I wonder what it’s like?”

“. . . . . .Who knows.”

Albero knew.

The academy’s ranking goes from A-class to F. The higher your rank, the better your treatment.

Initially, Fugil was in C-class, Esterize was in B-class, and Rashild was likely in C-class.

A-class is very rare. B-class is essentially top-tier.

For reference, the current ranks are Esterize in A-class, with Rashild and Fugil in B-class.

“Albero, I’m looking forward to our school life together!”

“Did you even listen to me? . . . . . .Oh well.”

Albero responded with a wry smile to Ashe’s bright expression.

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They arrived at Asgard Summoning Academy.

A huge gate stood before them. It looked wide enough for a hundred people to walk through side by side. Albero and Ashe entered together.

Many students in uniforms were present.

And it was hard not to notice. . . . . .those uniforms.

“Is that the rank? Such a distasteful uniform.”

The ranks were prominently displayed on the back of the uniforms.

F, D, C. . . . . .and B, with Ds and Cs walking around them.

The ranking was blatant, with the rank embroidered large on their backs.

ㅤ 

“Albero, it looks like that over there.”

“Oh.”

In the large building near the gate, the grading of the new students had begun.

There were several counters and tools for measuring the grade. People lined up in rows, waiting for their turn.

Then, it was Ashe’s turn.

Ashe placed her hand on the crystal ball used for grading and summoned her beast 『Gryphon』.

Then, the letter 『B』 appeared on the crystal ball.

“Congratulations! Your class is B.”

“Yes!”

Ashe rejoiced.

Watching her from the side, Albero did the same.

Then. . . . . .the letter 『F』 appeared on the crystal ball.

No miracles happened. It was the expected grade.

“Then, get measured over there. Next.”

The official carelessly threw words at Albero and quickly moved on to the next new student.

It’s not that he expected anything.

But. . . . . .Albero pondered just a little.

“Well. . . . . .can’t be helped.”

If only Mog had even a slight chance. . . . . .

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