Chapter 96: Classes

Elder Vessel nodded. "Can I ask for your reason?"

June sucked in a deep breath to collect her thoughts. Although Elder Vess asked her about the matter in an offhanded manner, she recognised what it meant. The offer could be termed as a way to prepare for a successor for the post of an elder in the future. Unfortunately, June was an elf, which would complicate the matter if she had the desire for the role.

"Ignoring everything else, I am a ranker," June said. "I do enjoy teaching, but currently, all my focus needs to be on myself. There are still too many things for me to learn, too many paths for me to walk on."

"Fair," Elder Vess said. "Looks like I need to take a secretary or assistant like those businessmen."

With everything done, they talked a little about things in their lives before saying goodbye. After they came out of the house, he asked June what was all that about, even though he understood the gist of it.

"Elder Vess asked me to work as her hand in dealing with mostly all the business she has to do in the academy, as she would be busy teaching young Gene," she explained. "Unfortunately, I couldn't agree, as I have my own training and life outside the academy as well."

"You do?" Warden hummed. "I thought you would agree since all I have seen you do is work."

June shot him a displeased look.

"Oh then, tell me what you do for fun?" Warden asked.

"I read a book," she said. "And training is fun."

Warden's smile reached his ears, as the elf glared at him.

"I would have given you a point if you said cooking," he told her. "Especially cooking it for others and seeing their face when they eat it."

As they got into her quarter, she quickly brought him into the drawing room. With him having tea just some time ago, he asked her not to serve anything more.

"Before we begin, I would like to learn more about these classes," Warden said. "What exactly is it? Why isn't everyone given one? who the system judges worthy to be assigned a class?"

These questions were probably elementary knowledge for most people. But Wardend didn't want the proclaimed truth, but the real story, as much as he could get one. After all, he did not have a class.

"Classes are like a path to power, divided into smaller steps so that even people with less talent can handle them more easily," June explained. "As for the matter of assignment of a class, it mostly related to one's inborn talent and awakening. The talent is genetic, as anyone ranked higher than iron has a good chance of giving birth to another ranker.

That is why the houses and clans of the mainland are so pressed on the matter of bloodline and marriages."

"Curious," Warden said, "does one being a higher ranker make their offspring have more talent."

"Likely," June said. "As far as I know, the transcendent ranker could even somewhat influence their offspring's talent to some degree."

Warden nodded. "Is classes are the only to get power?"

"No not at all," June explained. "Class only makes it easier to cultivate the primal power of the universe. For example, elves don't get classes, but we do have our paths of power, which are long and strenuous. It makes sense with our long life."

"Do you not have a class either?" Warden asked.

June frowned. "What do you mean by 'either'?"

"Well, it seems I do not have a class either," Warden said, shrugging. It had been a long time coming, so Warden didn't bother to keep his secret with her. After all, she knew more deeper secrets about him than the class.

June studied his face for an extended moment. "Do you have a path?"