Chapter 23
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Chapter 23
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Shullifen continued to converse with Iril and, to be precise, it was more like Iril was doing most of the talking.
“But my brother Ronan seems to be around the same age as you. Oh! By any chance, will you also be entering Philleon this time?”
“Ah. Um. Yes, I will.”
“Wow! What a coincidence. Please get along well with my younger brother!”
“Uh, um. Yeah.”
Rohnan looked at Shullifen with a sidelong glance. The words coming out of Shullifen’s mouth were becoming more like reactions than actual conversation. “Ouch.” “Ugh.” “Whoa!” and the like.
‘Love can be quite scary.’
Ronan tilted his head as he looked at the rising star of the Empire, who had become a dementia patient. Initially, he was angry about harboring feelings of longing for his sister, but now it had become pitiable.
At that moment, Iril pointed to Shullifen’s sword.
“Wow! By the way, that sword looks really cool! Do you happen to know a lot about swords? Well then, could you recommend a good shop? Ronan needs to buy a sword right now.”
“Sister, please.”
Ronan rubbed his forehead and sighed. Iril was looking at Shullifen with sparkling eyes. Shullifen, who had been silently gazing at her without saying a word, finally opened his mouth, barely.
“Sword.”
It was a phrase that implied many meanings. Shullifen, who had been rummaging through the pockets of his uniform one by one, took something out. It was a metal plaque that gleamed in platinum.
Shullifen handed the metal plaque to Iril.
“Take this first. It’s compensation for my mistake.”
“Why are you compensating for my brother’s mistake?”
“Wow! Thank you! But what is this?”
Iril touched the metal plaque with a curious expression. On the front of the plaque was engraved the image of a knight stepping on a dragon. It was the emblem of the Gracia family, one of the major families that divided the Empire.
Ronan’s eyes narrowed. He knew the true identity of the metal plaque. It was a kind of promissory note often used in noble families. It was a document that acknowledged receiving an item and would be used later to prove payment by the family.
Considering the reputation of the family, the Gracia family’s promissory note held immense value and utility. In fact, it was an understatement to call it a one-time use voucher for free exchange that could be used throughout the Empire.
For the compensation of breaking a black iron sword, it was too excessive. Ronan exclaimed as if he was dumbfounded.
“You crazy idiot... do you even know what you’re giving?”
However, without even looking at Ronan, Shullifen continued speaking.
“There is a workshop at the western end of Craftsman’s Street... They’ve been making Gracia family swords for over 500 years. Normally, it’s difficult to gain entry... but if you show them this, you should be able to get in.”
“Wow! Really? Can we visit this place right now?”
“Well... the artisans are on vacation now, so you’ll have to visit in a few days.”
“Are you really in your right mind?”
“In my... brother’s... his sword got damaged because of me... I pray you’ll be able to make, no, obtain a good sword.”
Shullifen seemed to be about to turn away. Iril grabbed his hand again and spoke.
“Thank you so much! Because of you, I think he’ll be able to get a good sword. Thank you!”
“...”
Ronan couldn’t say anything. Iril handed the plaque received from Shullifen to Ronan.
“There! Ronan. I didn’t understand anything he was saying, but I’m sure you can use it well, right?”
“Probably.”
Rohan put the plaque into his pouch. He had never been interested in equipment before, but he had no reason to refuse something given to him.
Moreover, a secret forge that made Gracia family weapons. Ronan clicked his tongue.
“Love is indeed terrifying...”
Anyway, since it was the vacation period, they had planned to visit the forge after starting school. Ronan and Iril moved their steps back to the bustling street.
****
This time, Ronan and Iril went to the largest hair salon in the city. Ronan had no idea, but originally, it was a place where even nobles had to make reservations and wait for at least three months due to its high reputation.
“Welcome. May I have the name of the reservation?”The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.
“Huh? Why are you asking that?”
“Whoa, the owner!!”
However, somehow, as soon as the attendant saw Iril’s face, they rushed somewhere. Soon, an elderly hairstylist with scissors stuck in his shirt pocket approached them. He was the head of the salon.
“Oh my... this is really...”
The head, too, froze in place the moment he saw Iril. He stared alternately at her face and her hair for a while before opening his mouth.
“I apologize, miss. Would you bestow upon me the honor of crafting your beauty?”
“Craft... my beauty?”
Iril giggled. Ronan looked at the head with a sharp gaze and said.
“He’s asking if he can cut your hair. He’s just saying it in a way the old man would understand...”
“I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”
“Ah, I see! Please make me look pretty!”
Their lodging for the day was an inn converted from an entire tower, one of the renowned inns in the city known as the “Sunset Watcher.”
“Now, where did this ball go? Right? Left?”
“Boo!”
Cita had returned to the inn earlier and was playing with Aselle. When Ronan, with his newly cut hair, entered, one person and one wolf turned their heads simultaneously to look at him. Aselle said in a trembling voice.
“Ro... Ronan... right?”
“Yeah. Is something strange?”
“No, no... It looks really good on you. Really.”
“Beah!”
Cita flew over and smacked Ronan’s cheek. It seemed like it was even more affectionate than usual. Ronan was slightly pleased by this excessive display of affection.
Then, Iril walked to the window, seemingly enchanted by something.
“Wow.”
The sun was setting. From the special room with glass walls at the Sunset Watcher, they could see the western avenue at a glance.
The avenue covered in white cobblestones was now ablaze with a rosy hue. Shadows created by people moving within the sunset danced like a festival. She spoke while gazing out the window.
“It’s so, so beautiful. There are so many beautiful things in the world.”
Ronan twisted his lips without saying anything. He felt a little bit of gratitude towards his sister for this small repayment of the favor she received.
The three of them continued to share stories until late into the night. Ronan fell asleep only after everyone, including Cita, was asleep. The night before the enrollment ceremony passed like that.
****
The day of the enrollment ceremony dawned.”
Ronan and Aselle changed into their school uniforms after breakfast. For magic students, it was standard to wear a black robe with a cloak attached, while martial arts students wore a black blazer over a white shirt and black slacks as the base.
In the case of martial arts students, each grade was distinguished by the color of their ties, and as a first-year student, Ronan had to wear a red tie. Iril clapped her hands and let out delighted cheers.
“Wow! Both of you look so good!”
“It’s a bit tight.”
Ronan undid the top button of his shirt. The group then headed straight to Philleon.
After the vacation, Philleon Academy was strictly controlling entry unlike usual. The armored guards were checking each person’s identity without missing anyone.
“Hmm? You...”
“Yes?”
A guard who recognized Ronan struck up a conversation.
“I felt like I’ve seen you somewhere. Weren’t you the friend who dueled with Shullifen? How have you been?”
“Well, I’m doing okay.”
“I heard you were the top scorer in the practical exam. I’m curious about how you managed to break the record of the Empire’s rising star. I’m expecting a casual greeting.”
“A casual greeting? What’s that?”
Ronan made an unfamiliar sound. He shrugged his shoulders once and moved to the inside of the gate. Unlike the day of the entrance exam, the street had become less crowded.
“Greetings, everyone! I am the current headmaster of Philleon Academy, Krava Kratir.”
The entrance ceremony was held in the main square where the results were announced. Iril and the other observers sat in temporary seats set up around the edge of the square to watch the ceremony.
Behind Kratir giving a speech on the podium were familiar faces lined up in rows.
The former Great Sword Grandmaster Navirose, a peculiar elf with piercings in his ears, a Wolfkin prayer chamber, and other interviewers who had assessed Ronan’s practical test were there.
“We believe that each and every one of you here will become talents that lead the continent forward. Even though our lives are fleeting, the accomplishments you achieve will be passed down for eternity, exceeding a hundred, no, a thousand years.”
“Sorry, but I don’t even have ten years left.”
The speech, while clichéd, contained very positive content. After a while, when Kratir finished the speech, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
“Welcome to the academy. Class 787.”
“Wowowowowowow!!”
“Thank you. Shall we move on to the next step? Your seniors are waiting.”
“Seniors?”
Suddenly, Kratir turned around. He made a gesture as if reaching out to empty space. Ronan’s eyes widened.
“What the hell?”
Clearly, the view across the empty square was ripped away like a curtain. As if revealing a painting that had been covered by a cloth, the image of the crowded square, filled with people, appeared.
“Hello Juniors!”
“Please join the sparring club, those in the martial arts department!”
“Hehehe! Who’s Ronan? I’m looking forward to the introductions this time too!”
On the opposite side of the main square, all the students were in school uniforms. The students who had already entered Philleon Academy a year ahead of them greeted the newcomers with cheers that seemed to reach the sky.
Philleon Class 786.
They were the seniors of Philleon Academy, one year ahead of the newcomers.
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Chapter 23
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Shullifen continued to converse with Iril and, to be precise, it was more like Iril was doing most of the talking.
“But my brother Ronan seems to be around the same age as you. Oh! By any chance, will you also be entering Philleon this time?”
“Ah. Um. Yes, I will.”
“Wow! What a coincidence. Please get along well with my younger brother!”
“Uh, um. Yeah.”
Rohnan looked at Shullifen with a sidelong glance. The words coming out of Shullifen’s mouth were becoming more like reactions than actual conversation. “Ouch.” “Ugh.” “Whoa!” and the like.
‘Love can be quite scary.’
Ronan tilted his head as he looked at the rising star of the Empire, who had become a dementia patient. Initially, he was angry about harboring feelings of longing for his sister, but now it had become pitiable.
At that moment, Iril pointed to Shullifen’s sword.
“Wow! By the way, that sword looks really cool! Do you happen to know a lot about swords? Well then, could you recommend a good shop? Ronan needs to buy a sword right now.”
“Sister, please.”
Ronan rubbed his forehead and sighed. Iril was looking at Shullifen with sparkling eyes. Shullifen, who had been silently gazing at her without saying a word, finally opened his mouth, barely.
“Sword.”
It was a phrase that implied many meanings. Shullifen, who had been rummaging through the pockets of his uniform one by one, took something out. It was a metal plaque that gleamed in platinum.
Shullifen handed the metal plaque to Iril.
“Take this first. It’s compensation for my mistake.”
“Why are you compensating for my brother’s mistake?”
“Wow! Thank you! But what is this?”
Iril touched the metal plaque with a curious expression. On the front of the plaque was engraved the image of a knight stepping on a dragon. It was the emblem of the Gracia family, one of the major families that divided the Empire.
Ronan’s eyes narrowed. He knew the true identity of the metal plaque. It was a kind of promissory note often used in noble families. It was a document that acknowledged receiving an item and would be used later to prove payment by the family.
Considering the reputation of the family, the Gracia family’s promissory note held immense value and utility. In fact, it was an understatement to call it a one-time use voucher for free exchange that could be used throughout the Empire.
For the compensation of breaking a black iron sword, it was too excessive. Ronan exclaimed as if he was dumbfounded.
“You crazy idiot... do you even know what you’re giving?”
However, without even looking at Ronan, Shullifen continued speaking.
“There is a workshop at the western end of Craftsman’s Street... They’ve been making Gracia family swords for over 500 years. Normally, it’s difficult to gain entry... but if you show them this, you should be able to get in.”
“Wow! Really? Can we visit this place right now?”
“Well... the artisans are on vacation now, so you’ll have to visit in a few days.”
“Are you really in your right mind?”
“In my... brother’s... his sword got damaged because of me... I pray you’ll be able to make, no, obtain a good sword.”
Shullifen seemed to be about to turn away. Iril grabbed his hand again and spoke.
“Thank you so much! Because of you, I think he’ll be able to get a good sword. Thank you!”
“...”
Ronan couldn’t say anything. Iril handed the plaque received from Shullifen to Ronan.
“There! Ronan. I didn’t understand anything he was saying, but I’m sure you can use it well, right?”
“Probably.”
Rohan put the plaque into his pouch. He had never been interested in equipment before, but he had no reason to refuse something given to him.
Moreover, a secret forge that made Gracia family weapons. Ronan clicked his tongue.
“Love is indeed terrifying...”
Anyway, since it was the vacation period, they had planned to visit the forge after starting school. Ronan and Iril moved their steps back to the bustling street.
****
This time, Ronan and Iril went to the largest hair salon in the city. Ronan had no idea, but originally, it was a place where even nobles had to make reservations and wait for at least three months due to its high reputation.
“Welcome. May I have the name of the reservation?”The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.
“Huh? Why are you asking that?”
“Whoa, the owner!!”
However, somehow, as soon as the attendant saw Iril’s face, they rushed somewhere. Soon, an elderly hairstylist with scissors stuck in his shirt pocket approached them. He was the head of the salon.
“Oh my... this is really...”
The head, too, froze in place the moment he saw Iril. He stared alternately at her face and her hair for a while before opening his mouth.
“I apologize, miss. Would you bestow upon me the honor of crafting your beauty?”
“Craft... my beauty?”
Iril giggled. Ronan looked at the head with a sharp gaze and said.
“He’s asking if he can cut your hair. He’s just saying it in a way the old man would understand...”
“I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”
“Ah, I see! Please make me look pretty!”
Their lodging for the day was an inn converted from an entire tower, one of the renowned inns in the city known as the “Sunset Watcher.”
“Now, where did this ball go? Right? Left?”
“Boo!”
Cita had returned to the inn earlier and was playing with Aselle. When Ronan, with his newly cut hair, entered, one person and one wolf turned their heads simultaneously to look at him. Aselle said in a trembling voice.
“Ro... Ronan... right?”
“Yeah. Is something strange?”
“No, no... It looks really good on you. Really.”
“Beah!”
Cita flew over and smacked Ronan’s cheek. It seemed like it was even more affectionate than usual. Ronan was slightly pleased by this excessive display of affection.
Then, Iril walked to the window, seemingly enchanted by something.
“Wow.”
The sun was setting. From the special room with glass walls at the Sunset Watcher, they could see the western avenue at a glance.
The avenue covered in white cobblestones was now ablaze with a rosy hue. Shadows created by people moving within the sunset danced like a festival. She spoke while gazing out the window.
“It’s so, so beautiful. There are so many beautiful things in the world.”
Ronan twisted his lips without saying anything. He felt a little bit of gratitude towards his sister for this small repayment of the favor she received.
The three of them continued to share stories until late into the night. Ronan fell asleep only after everyone, including Cita, was asleep. The night before the enrollment ceremony passed like that.
****
The day of the enrollment ceremony dawned.”
Ronan and Aselle changed into their school uniforms after breakfast. For magic students, it was standard to wear a black robe with a cloak attached, while martial arts students wore a black blazer over a white shirt and black slacks as the base.
In the case of martial arts students, each grade was distinguished by the color of their ties, and as a first-year student, Ronan had to wear a red tie. Iril clapped her hands and let out delighted cheers.
“Wow! Both of you look so good!”
“It’s a bit tight.”
Ronan undid the top button of his shirt. The group then headed straight to Philleon.
After the vacation, Philleon Academy was strictly controlling entry unlike usual. The armored guards were checking each person’s identity without missing anyone.
“Hmm? You...”
“Yes?”
A guard who recognized Ronan struck up a conversation.
“I felt like I’ve seen you somewhere. Weren’t you the friend who dueled with Shullifen? How have you been?”
“Well, I’m doing okay.”
“I heard you were the top scorer in the practical exam. I’m curious about how you managed to break the record of the Empire’s rising star. I’m expecting a casual greeting.”
“A casual greeting? What’s that?”
Ronan made an unfamiliar sound. He shrugged his shoulders once and moved to the inside of the gate. Unlike the day of the entrance exam, the street had become less crowded.
“Greetings, everyone! I am the current headmaster of Philleon Academy, Krava Kratir.”
The entrance ceremony was held in the main square where the results were announced. Iril and the other observers sat in temporary seats set up around the edge of the square to watch the ceremony.
Behind Kratir giving a speech on the podium were familiar faces lined up in rows.
The former Great Sword Grandmaster Navirose, a peculiar elf with piercings in his ears, a Wolfkin prayer chamber, and other interviewers who had assessed Ronan’s practical test were there.
“We believe that each and every one of you here will become talents that lead the continent forward. Even though our lives are fleeting, the accomplishments you achieve will be passed down for eternity, exceeding a hundred, no, a thousand years.”
“Sorry, but I don’t even have ten years left.”
The speech, while clichéd, contained very positive content. After a while, when Kratir finished the speech, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
“Welcome to the academy. Class 787.”
“Wowowowowowow!!”
“Thank you. Shall we move on to the next step? Your seniors are waiting.”
“Seniors?”
Suddenly, Kratir turned around. He made a gesture as if reaching out to empty space. Ronan’s eyes widened.
“What the hell?”
Clearly, the view across the empty square was ripped away like a curtain. As if revealing a painting that had been covered by a cloth, the image of the crowded square, filled with people, appeared.
“Hello Juniors!”
“Please join the sparring club, those in the martial arts department!”
“Hehehe! Who’s Ronan? I’m looking forward to the introductions this time too!”
On the opposite side of the main square, all the students were in school uniforms. The students who had already entered Philleon Academy a year ahead of them greeted the newcomers with cheers that seemed to reach the sky.
Philleon Class 786.
They were the seniors of Philleon Academy, one year ahead of the newcomers.
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Chapter 23HEL SCANSTranslator ZainProofreader Demon GodShullifen continued to converse with Iril and, to be precise, it was more like Iril was doing most of the talking.But my brother Ronan seems to be around the same age as you. Oh! By any chance, will you also be entering Philleon this time?Ah. Um. Yes, I will.Wow! What a coincidence. Please get along well with my younger brother!Uh, um. Yeah.Rohnan looked at Shullifen with a sidelong glance. The words coming out of Shullifen's mouth were becoming more like reactions than actual conversation. Ouch. Ugh. Whoa! and the like.Love can be quite scary.'Ronan tilted his head as he looked at the rising star of the Empire, who had become a dementia patient. Initially, he was angry about harboring feelings of longing for his sister, but now it had become pitiable.At that moment, Iril pointed to Shullifen's sword.Wow! By the way, that sword looks really cool! Do you happen to know a lot about swords? Well then, could you recommend a good shop? Ronan needs to buy a sword right now.Sister, please.Ronan rubbed his forehead and sighed. Iril was looking at Shullifen with sparkling eyes. Shullifen, who had been silently gazing at her without saying a word, finally opened his mouth, barely.Sword.It was a phrase that implied many meanings. Shullifen, who had been rummaging through the pockets of his uniform one by one, took something out. It was a metal plaque that gleamed in platinum.Shullifen handed the metal plaque to Iril.Take this first. It's compensation for my mistake.Why are you compensating for my brother's mistake?Wow! Thank you! But what is this?Iril touched the metal plaque with a curious expression. On the front of the plaque was engraved the image of a knight stepping on a dragon. It was the emblem of the Gracia family, one of the major families that divided the Empire.Ronan's eyes narrowed. He knew the true identity of the metal plaque. It was a kind of promissory note often used in noble families. It was a document that acknowledged receiving an item and would be used later to prove payment by the family.Considering the reputation of the family, the Gracia family's promissory note held immense value and utility. In fact, it was an understatement to call it a one-time use voucher for free exchange that could be used throughout the Empire.For the compensation of breaking a black iron sword, it was too excessive. Ronan exclaimed as if he was dumbfounded.You crazy idiot... do you even know what you're giving?However, without even looking at Ronan, Shullifen continued speaking.There is a workshop at the western end of Craftsman's Street... They've been making Gracia family swords for over 500 years. Normally, it's difficult to gain entry... but if you show them this, you should be able to get in.Wow! Really? Can we visit this place right now?Well... the artisans are on vacation now, so you'll have to visit in a few days.Are you really in your right mind?In my... brother's... his sword got damaged because of me... I pray you'll be able to make, no, obtain a good sword.Shullifen seemed to be about to turn away. Iril grabbed his hand again and spoke.Thank you so much! Because of you, I think he'll be able to get a good sword. Thank you!...Ronan couldn't say anything. Iril handed the plaque received from Shullifen to Ronan.There! Ronan. I didn't understand anything he was saying, but I'm sure you can use it well, right?Probably.Rohan put the plaque into his pouch. He had never been interested in equipment before, but he had no reason to refuse something given to him.Moreover, a secret forge that made Gracia family weapons. Ronan clicked his tongue.Love is indeed terrifying...Anyway, since it was the vacation period, they had planned to visit the forge after starting school. Ronan and Iril moved their steps back to the bustling street.****This time, Ronan and Iril went to the largest hair salon in the city. Ronan had no idea, but originally, it was a place where even nobles had to make reservations and wait for at least three months due to its high reputation.Welcome. May I have the name of the reservation?The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.Huh? Why are you asking that?Whoa, the owner!!However, somehow, as soon as the attendant saw Iril's face, they rushed somewhere. Soon, an elderly hairstylist with scissors stuck in his shirt pocket approached them. He was the head of the salon.Oh my... this is really...The head, too, froze in place the moment he saw Iril. He stared alternately at her face and her hair for a while before opening his mouth.I apologize, miss. Would you bestow upon me the honor of crafting your beauty?Craft... my beauty?Iril giggled. Ronan looked at the head with a sharp gaze and said.He's asking if he can cut your hair. He's just saying it in a way the old man would understand...I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...Ah, I see! Please make me look pretty!Their lodging for the day was an inn converted from an entire tower, one of the renowned inns in the city known as the Sunset Watcher.Now, where did this ball go? Right? Left?Boo!Cita had returned to the inn earlier and was playing with Aselle. When Ronan, with his newly cut hair, entered, one person and one wolf turned their heads simultaneously to look at him. Aselle said in a trembling voice.Ro... Ronan... right?Yeah. Is something strange?No, no... It looks really good on you. Really.Beah!Cita flew over and smacked Ronan's cheek. It seemed like it was even more affectionate than usual. Ronan was slightly pleased by this excessive display of affection.Then, Iril walked to the window, seemingly enchanted by something.Wow.The sun was setting. From the special room with glass walls at the Sunset Watcher, they could see the western avenue at a glance.The avenue covered in white cobblestones was now ablaze with a rosy hue. Shadows created by people moving within the sunset danced like a festival. She spoke while gazing out the window.It's so, so beautiful. There are so many beautiful things in the world.Ronan twisted his lips without saying anything. He felt a little bit of gratitude towards his sister for this small repayment of the favor she received.The three of them continued to share stories until late into the night. Ronan fell asleep only after everyone, including Cita, was asleep. The night before the enrollment ceremony passed like that.****The day of the enrollment ceremony dawned.Ronan and Aselle changed into their school uniforms after breakfast. For magic students, it was standard to wear a black robe with a cloak attached, while martial arts students wore a black blazer over a white shirt and black slacks as the base.In the case of martial arts students, each grade was distinguished by the color of their ties, and as a first-year student, Ronan had to wear a red tie. Iril clapped her hands and let out delighted cheers.Wow! Both of you look so good!It's a bit tight.Ronan undid the top button of his shirt. The group then headed straight to Philleon.After the vacation, Philleon Academy was strictly controlling entry unlike usual. The armored guards were checking each person's identity without missing anyone.Hmm? You...Yes?A guard who recognized Ronan struck up a conversation.I felt like I've seen you somewhere. Weren't you the friend who dueled with Shullifen? How have you been?Well, I'm doing okay.I heard you were the top scorer in the practical exam. I'm curious about how you managed to break the record of the Empire's rising star. I'm expecting a casual greeting.A casual greeting? What's that?Ronan made an unfamiliar sound. He shrugged his shoulders once and moved to the inside of the gate. Unlike the day of the entrance exam, the street had become less crowded.Greetings, everyone! I am the current headmaster of Philleon Academy, Krava Kratir.The entrance ceremony was held in the main square where the results were announced. Iril and the other observers sat in temporary seats set up around the edge of the square to watch the ceremony.Behind Kratir giving a speech on the podium were familiar faces lined up in rows.The former Great Sword Grandmaster Navirose, a peculiar elf with piercings in his ears, a Wolfkin prayer chamber, and other interviewers who had assessed Ronan's practical test were there.We believe that each and every one of you here will become talents that lead the continent forward. Even though our lives are fleeting, the accomplishments you achieve will be passed down for eternity, exceeding a hundred, no, a thousand years.Sorry, but I don't even have ten years left.The speech, while cliched, contained very positive content. After a while, when Kratir finished the speech, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.Welcome to the academy. Class 787.Wowowowowowow!!Thank you. Shall we move on to the next step? Your seniors are waiting.Seniors?Suddenly, Kratir turned around. He made a gesture as if reaching out to empty space. Ronan's eyes widened.What the hell?Clearly, the view across the empty square was ripped away like a curtain. As if revealing a painting that had been covered by a cloth, the image of the crowded square, filled with people, appeared.Hello Juniors!Please join the sparring club, those in the martial arts department!Hehehe! Who's Ronan? I'm looking forward to the introductions this time too!On the opposite side of the main square, all the students were in school uniforms. The students who had already entered Philleon Academy a year ahead of them greeted the newcomers with cheers that seemed to reach the sky.Philleon Class 786.They were the seniors of Philleon Academy, one year ahead of the newcomers.HEL SCANSTranslator ZainProofreader Demon GodJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2Read ahead on our /helscans
