Chapter 29: Electives[1]

Chapter 29: Electives[1]

I looked at the card in my hand.

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As I stood pondering over my decision, my digits tentatively hovered over my smartphone's screen.

My mind was rife with apprehension 'Was it wise to make the call?'

Will I regret it?

What if he was indifferent to my request considering I am a just 'sixteen'-year-old? No sane adult would take responsibility of a kid but...he owes me.

Despite the niggling doubt, I dialed the number.

????????-????????-????????!—The electronic melody reverberated in my auditory canal, thrumming with anxiety.

In the past, I never experienced such issues, but ever since I was brought into this world, the continuous beeping of a phone always triggered something in me.

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"Hello," The gruff voice greeted me.

. . .

"It's me, Noah."

"Um... Noah? Who is this?" the voice asked.

'Did you truly forget your savior?'

"Remember the boy during that recent dungeon skirmish?" I supplanted, hoping to jog his memory.

A sudden exclamation of was exhaled through the line.

"Oh? Oh! Noah! You caught me off-guard there, kid," he chuckled.

"I won't mince my words. Is it possible for me to join your team in exploring some dungeons or hunting beasts?"

My words sounded stupid and cringe even to me.

"Arcanum Blades Academy doesn't care about the character of a student; we're looking for future soldiers, not 'heroes' as society believes. But regardless, such disgusting behavior is still weird," I couldn't help but express my disappointment.

Having already reviewed half the file thoroughly, Professor Riya felt like she wasted her time. Regardless of the scandal event in Noah's past, there was still nothing of particular interest that caught Riya's attention about him as a student.

As I reached the end of the file, the sudden rumble of thunder made me jolt in my seat.

I looked out of the window to see a dark and ominous sky, with heavy raindrops splattering against the pane.

A bolt of lightning illuminated the room for a brief moment, casting an eerie glow over everything before plunging the space into darkness once more.

The air grew colder, sending shivers down my spine and reminding me to grab a sweater later on.

When I returned my attention to the file, my brows furrowed.

The page...was blank. Completely empty.

There was a surprising absence of information about Noah's life before the age of 7.

"How strange" ,I muttered to myself, wondering why there were no records of any schools, homes, or even his parents.

Puzzled, I theorized it was perhaps a simple mistake on CU's part and decided to inform the clerk or vice principal to investigate the oversight.

As I closed the file, the soft sound of paper rustling filled the otherwise silent room - Thup.

The storm outside raged on, the raindrops drumming against the windows, as I sat lost in thought, wondering if there was something more to Noah's mystriously 'empty' past. But I dismissed my thoughts considering it could have been a simple error of data entry.

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THE NEXT DAY

Noah's POV:

It's been almost three and a half weeks since I entered the academy. I couldn't say I was practically happy about the classes.

Not only was it hard for me to train due to constant stares, but the boring theoretical courses about magic and low-grade maths I had no interest in made it almost unbearable.

My mind was mostly preoccupied with trying to code a runic spell in ancient Egyptian- the sound of pages being turned and the soft whispers of other students distracted me.

'Ancient Egyptian'- that day I scanned through numerous books in the library, desperately trying to find any useful information but nothing seemed to work.

I spent last few days trying to build my understanding about spell formulation.

"Alright, that marks the end of the lesson. I hope you enjoy yourselves in choosing your electives," Riya's voice disrupted my thought.

'So today is the day?'

Today was the day when students of first year would be allowed to select their electives.

There was a 'specialized combat' course, a programming course, a dungeon course, and even a physics course.

If I am not wrong, the main cast will join either the 'specialized combat' course or 'dungeon' course.

Personally, I wasn't interested in any of them, feeling bored at the thought of dull lectures again.

In my mind, I had chosen the chemistry course.