◈ Episode 87: Daily life after exam (1)
For students, exams are usually regarded as an irritating event.
In the midst of extreme tension, they burn their competitive spirit toward each other.
It is bound to be exhausting, both mentally and physically.
However, like the sweet rain at the end of a drought, the feeling of liberation that comes when the three-day exam is completely over is indescribable.
“and! It’s finally over!”
“Uh. I thought I was going to die after three days of really hard work.”
The first thing that makes them happy is the freshmen, the first year students of Seorn who entered this year.
first test. And the first feeling of liberation.
It was quite meaningful for freshmen.
However, even senior students do not become calm in this situation, so the feeling of liberation after the exam can be said to be the common denominator of all students.
“hey. How was the test this time?”
“Don’t talk. I felt like a complete mess.”
“Please, I hope the ranking is at least mid-ranking.”
“What is the middle rank? I’m sure even the lower ranks will be able to do so.”
Of course, the main concern of students gathering in groups of threes and fives throughout the school was the test results.
How was this test, who did well, and which teacher’s test was the easiest and most comfortable?
If you know which teacher’s test is reasonable, the next semester’s class will aim to complete that teacher’s class.
“It’s not my taste to curse.”
“I think I’m more suited to mana release.”
“I’ll have to focus on alchemy next time.”
Students who went through the first test will now have a sense of it.
Whether you chose the Kwang class or the Honey class.
Among them, of course, there were teachers whose names appeared.
“This time, Miss Merylda’s test went well. It’s a theoretical part about drug manufacturing, but it’s detailed and nice.”
“Miss Selina’s test was very simple. As long as you sign a contract through communion with the spirit, you will get a passing grade.”
“hey. That’s limited to students who meet the basic conditions to complete animology classes. People with low affinity can’t. Golemology or something.”
“I heard that a certain group of maniacs are so good at golem studies that they are struggling to get to the top?”
“Don’t talk. There are so many people who wear glasses and mumble while touching mechanical parts.”
“What is the magic number?”
“Isn’t that just pure talent?”
There was a hot topic that emerged among the students who solved their own ‘sseuse’ about the good and bad of this exam.
“Did you hear the news? The exam for Mr. Ludgar Celish this time.”
“uh. You said it was very difficult?”
“It’s not just difficult, I heard that even after taking an open book test, I couldn’t solve it properly.”
“and. Then there must have been a lot of gossip?”
“no. He said it wasn’t really. It’s difficult, but what about the good side? rational? Anyway, that’s what it felt like. Besides, they say that the question was set in the part that was taught exactly.”
“Mr. Rudgar was in the Apparitions class, right?”
“uh. It overlaps with Mr. Chris Benimore.”
Chris Vennimore, who is in charge of Bondi 1st year, and Ludgar Celish, who is in charge of 2nd year, never collided with each other.
However, as Ludger accepted from the first class to the first graders, the two could not avoid comparisons.
“How was your exam, Mr. Chris?”
“Don’t talk. They gave me a test in a part that I didn’t even teach.”
“really? To what extent.”
“From what I hear, it’s a course that can only be learned in the third grade or higher. And I just made a hard bet. It was absurd, really.”
“and. Crazy.”
“Don’t talk. The test papers were full of technical terms that I had never seen before. To get even a partial score, you have to be able to write whatever you try. Ehyo. I really regret it. I should have just taken Mr. Rudger’s class. Did you take Mr. Rudger’s class?”
“uh. I was really lucky. Someone gave a lot of compliments on <Akashic Records>, so I just chose it with dubious doubt, and it was a hit.”
“hey. The real Mr. Rudgar teaches you the source code magic if you rank in the top ranks?”
“I don’t know about that yet, maybe? I heard that if you consistently rank in the top 5, you learn the complete source code magic.”
“I envy you. Still, you have an award that gives you that desire. we have none of that Whew. As long as you do something, commoners shouldn’t be like this, so what?”
Chris Vennimore’s authoritarian, disrespectful and condescending class was not very popular with the students.
With the exception of a select few students who benefit from him, Chris’s classes are of the filthiest difficult yet annoying kind.
Students who took the class because of the high grades had no choice but to sigh every day at a class that was completely different from what they had imagined.
“I will definitely take Mr. Rudger’s class next semester.”
“Will that be difficult?”
“why?”
“There are so many competitors. Everyone would stand in line to take Mr. Rudger’s class. Even teaching assistants, unlike other teachers, are rarely selected.”
“Oh really. I have to take an expression class next semester, but how do I do it?”
“You have to figure it out.”
* * *
A spacious teacher’s room decorated with colorful ornaments.
Chris Vennimore, the owner of the place, checked the paper in his hand, and then distorted his face ferociously.
“Ludger Chelsea… … .”
The name muttered in a voice dripping with hatred belonged to an irritating human who recalled it over and over again, even in dreams.
Chris Vennimore did not know how to cool the anger boiling in his heart when he saw the test question that Rudger had presented this time.
– Mr. Chris. You worked hard on the exam questions. Alright, here it is!
A test paper suddenly handed to him by the president who suddenly appeared, Elisa Willow.
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Before he could ask what it was, Elisa smiled at him.
-Miss Chris is also in charge of the expression class class this time, right? That’s why she gave it to her because she thought it would be useful for her next exam. I can’t even say thank you.
Chris Vennimore knew right away what the test question the president had handed him was, or rather, who it belonged to.
Rudger Chelsea.
It was the question that the hateful man gave as the first test this time.
His eyes were quicker to scan the contents than to wonder why he had given it to him.
Chris Bennimore also The Wizard of Truth.
It was only natural that he wondered what kind of questions the other teachers had asked him to answer.
After going through all 20 questions in 10 minutes, Chris Benimore had no choice but to strain his hands and crumple the test paper.
“Damn it!”
He realized why the president had given him this exam paper.
‘Would you like me to imitate the exam questions given by Ludger Celish?’
How could they not know the intention contained in the president’s words?
It is a test paper that was handed to me openly saying, “Please refer to it.”
The fact that he handed over not the test papers made by teacher Sae-Reun a few years ago, but the ones given by the new teacher who was appointed with him this time.
It was the president’s insidious intention to blatantly check the side that favors the aristocratic students.
‘Damn it! Why should I, the eldest son of the Bennimore family, have to go through this misery?’
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Chris couldn’t contain his anger and gnashed his teeth.
He grew up as an aristocrat, learned magic, and grew up as an elite of the empire.
He even took up a position as a teacher at Seorn Academy, the best educational institution for nurturing wizards responsible for the future of the continent.
There was a background in the family, but if his skills weren’t enough, he wouldn’t have come.
Chris was proud of his life.
He was convinced that he was a talented person who was in charge of one axis of the times.
so that.
A blatant comparison with someone else was an act that was hard to bear for him, whose pride pierced the sky.
no. It’s okay to compare. However, it only angers me to conclude that the result is that I am far from lacking.
‘Comparing me to a fallen nobleman who isn’t a great opponent?’
The president’s tone of voice even seemed to say that this side is obviously lower than Rudger.
If she hadn’t been a higher-ranking wizard than himself, Chris would have been openly arguing.
But most of all, it was the content of Ludgar’s exam that infuriated Chris Venimore.
I don’t want to admit it, but the problems he created are so high that I have to admit it.
‘Is this a problem created by fallen nobles?’
It was for another reason that he was really angry.
The moment he saw Rudger Celisch’s problem that he had ignored and looked down on so much, he admitted it to himself without even realizing it.
The fact that he acknowledged the person who should be under his feet, not anyone else, left a huge scar on Chris’ pride.
This is impossible.
“Ludger, Chelsea… … !”
Chris Bennimore chewed his name out.
I didn’t like it from the first time we met.
After making a bet on student sparring and getting screwed, Chris hated Rudger more than anyone else in the world.
‘I’m quiet right now, but I’ll definitely repay you for this humiliation. Hit that with a double!’
Among them, what Chris was thinking about was the day the <Magic Festival> was held.
When outsiders came to visit, he intended to give him a sense of defeat in front of everyone.
To do so, he had to find his weakness. Or any other information would be good.
Chris Bennimore communicated with his family through a magic crystal ball.
“That’s me.”
* * *
Line took the lunch box and walked down the street.
Originally, he was supposed to have a meal with Erendir after the test was over, but Erendir, who particularly ruined the test this time, became depressed and ended up living in isolation, so he ate alone.
‘I hope the senior gets well soon.’
Still, he was worried about Erendir because he was such a good-natured Line.
Thinking that the test must be over and that she could relax a little, she stopped in her seat while walking with brisk steps.
It was because he was faced with a group of aristocrats he did not want to meet right in front of his nose.
“So there I… … uh?”
What’s more, the other party immediately recognized this side and smiled.
two men and two women.
The ragged-looking man with dull blond hair who led them was not a person she was happy with.
Santoni Otmus.
Santoni is an aristocrat from a county family, and he has harbored a grudge since he confessed to her a while ago and was dumped.
“Yeah. Who is this? Aren’t you a commoner who lives on a very proud and noble taste?”
“… … .”
“Uh, what is it? Are you not accepting my greetings? Are you upset about this?”
Instead of answering, Line tried to avoid the group, but Santoni didn’t want to let Line like that.
Santoni giggled and openly blocked Line’s path.
“… … Please get out of the way.”
“What? Can’t you hear me well?”
“Are you still holding grudges for confessing then? I’m really narrow-minded enough to be worthy of being called an aristocrat.”
Line also responded vigorously as the opponent was openly arguing.
In the first place, she was not the type to force herself to bow down.
I actually got into a fight with Dunema Rommli at the training ground because of what I said.
“you you… … !”
When Line revealed his dark history, Santoni distorted his impression in a stern way.
He glanced around. In the first place, this area is near an artificial park where there are few people coming and going.
Then a s@distic smile crept across his face.
“Follow me.”
“What, what! Let go of this!”
Santoni forcibly grabbed Line’s wrist and dragged her into the park.
Line resisted desperately, but the difference in strength made it impossible to do anything about it.
Besides, the other students who were with Santoni also laughed, saying that it was fun to see her in pain, probably because they usually looked at Rinne.
“Isn’t it the noble’s job to educate the cheeky commoner bitch?”
“Muh, what. Kyaaak!”
Santoni, who dragged Riné to a place where no one else would come, pushed her as if tossing her to the floor.
Line fell helplessly to the floor, and the lunchbox in her hand tumbled across the floor.
The lunch she had kept inside spilled onto the floor.
Line raised her eyes to Santoni.
“… … Do you know what you just did?”
“Yeah. look at the eyes Do you still not understand what situation you are in?”
“… … .”
Santoni expected Line to tremble and beg for forgiveness in front of him.
Contrary to his expectations, however, Line glared at himself ferociously.
Facing her unwavering eyes, Santoni felt as if he had become a nerd.
Suddenly, I remembered the time when I was fascinated by her appearance and confessed to her.
“How dare you raise your eyes at me?”
dirty commoner.
He treated me kindly because he said he had a smooth appearance, so he climbed up?
“This is why common people need education.”
Freuden took out his wand from his waistband and pointed it at Line.
There are no eyewitnesses. No one else would ever come here.
It was the moment when magic power gathered in Freyden’s staff.
“What are you doing?”
Santoni hurriedly turned his head at the sudden voice.
There was a man with his arms crossed and his shoulders leaning obliquely against a tree in the garden.
Pale skin and sharp eyes. And even dark blue hair.
Santoni, a nobleman, recognized who he was at once.
“Ph, Mr. Freuden Ulburg?”
Although he is a second year student in Seorn, he is the leader of the aristocratic faction, a man who is both an object of awe and a symbol of fear.
He was staring this way with a sharp gaze.
“Dae, why are you here?”
“Strange. The question is what I asked first. And I haven’t heard back yet.”
Freuden’s gaze went back and forth between Line, who had fallen on the floor, and Santoni, who was aiming his cane at Line.
“Ask me again. What are you doing?”
His voice was cold like never before.
