The Weakest Summoner’s School Conquest – I Became Strong Only After Losing – Chapter 8

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Ashe is in B-class, while Albero is in F-class.

As expected, or rather, it was a foregone conclusion.

As soon as Ashe found out the results, he was surrounded by other summoners who also received B-class certification, introducing themselves and showing off their summoned beasts.

There was no place for Albero there.

Albero quickly grabbed his belongings and headed for the student dormitory.

The path leading to the student dormitory wasn’t well-maintained. Despite being within the premises, it was like a dimly lit forest.

Discrimination is ever-present, no matter where you go.

Upon arriving at the student dormitory, Albero saw. . . . . .The F-class dormitory was an old wooden building.

Inside, there was a reception desk where you had to hand over your name and registration card. This registration card, which he received during the previous rank examination, indicated that Albero was certified as F-class.

“Your room is number 10. Get along with your roommate.”

He was handed a key, but the old woman at the reception desk didn’t have the best attitude.

But Albero didn’t mind.

Room number 10 was on the third floor of the dormitory. Climbing the creaking stairs and opening the door labeled “10”, inside. . . . . .

“Ah, a newcomer.”

“Idiot. We’re also new here.”

“Ah, um. . . . . .friends.”

There were three guys.

One was a sturdy boy with short hair standing on end.

Another had blue hair tied back in a long ponytail.

The last one was a wide-set, hefty boy.

Albero gave a slight nod and addressed them casually, as they were of the same age.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Hey, I’m Ratts, the seventh son of the Audio Baron family.”

“I’m Howl, also from the borderlands, the fifth son of the Lyle Baron family.”

“I, I’m Marlon, the third son of the Viscount Pig family from the borderlands, yes.”

All of them were nobles.

But they were all the youngest in their families and classified as F-class.

“I’m Albero, the third son of the Rushout family.”

“””The Rushout family?!”””


The three of them suddenly moved closer.

Startled, Albero dropped his belongings.

“Isn’t the Rushout family related to the 『Holy Knight』 Esterize-sama from the fourth generation?”

“Yeah, she’s my. . . . . .sister.”

“Not just that! Your brother Rashild and senior Fugil too, right?!”

“W, Wellyeah.”

“Third son. . . . . .why are you.”

“Just as you guessed, I don’t have any talent. I’m the black sheep.”

Marlon lowered his head.

Despite his size, he seemed gentle. That’s what Albero thought.

Then, Ratts spoke up.

“A third son of a borderland Baron, and F-class. . . . . .haha, I feel a connection. Were you also abandoned by your family?”

“. . . . . .Kind of.”

“Then you’re just like us, right Ratts, Marlon?”

“Y, Yeah, I think we can become good friends.”

The four of them shared stories about their families and their lives so far.

Before he knew it, Albero was laughing.

For the first time, he was surrounded by genuine friends, equals.

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