Chapter 113

Chapter 113

“Those in the special class should follow Student Charlotte.”

Following Ganon’s words, Kraush and the special class students followed Charlotte.

Their peers looked at them with admiration.

Seeing this, they would surely strive to join the special class as well.

‘They won’t stop at just seven. They’ll keep adding based on performance and grades.’

A very Charlotte-like idea.

She believed those with power should live up to it.

Behind Charlotte’s confident strides,

the special class students quietly followed her.

Charlotte’s presence was that significant.

Even Kraush found himself wondering if she had any weaknesses.

The others felt it even more.

Charlotte led them to an auditorium where the first-year students were gathered.

Today, coincidentally, was a practical training day, and Kraush’s group would join them.

“Even if you’re in the special class, you’re still new second-year students. For the first practical session, you’ll be assigned to the student captains.”

Charlotte kept glancing meaningfully at Kraush as she spoke.

Kraush deliberately avoided her gaze.

If he were assigned to Charlotte, he felt he’d be tormented by her all day.

Honestly, despite being siblings, Kraush and Charlotte didn’t get along well.

“You seem very close to your sister.”

“If it looks that way, you need medical help.”

Kraush couldn’t agree with Karandis’s comment.

Soon, Charlotte led the second-year students into the auditorium where the first-year students were gathered.

The auditorium didn’t just have Martial Arts students.

As mentioned, it was a practical session.

At Rahelrn Academy, practical sessions meant going to lawless zones beyond the world’s walls, where World Erosion occurred daily.

There, they encountered not just erosion species but criminals, vagrants, and even World Erosion followers.

Rahelrn Academy students gained real-world experience and honed their skills in such places.

That was the Academy’s practical training.

Naturally, the Theology and Magic Studies departments also participated.

Even Special Arts students would join practical sessions according to their abilities.

For Literature students, their practical sessions involved securing support from the Sephira or officials from various countries.

‘A group can only be formed if they recruit at least one student from each department.’

Thus, the support that Literature students secured determined the group’s budget.

Kraush spotted Aslan waving from a distance.

He was with a few other second-year Magic Studies students.

They were probably selected as part of the special class.

In the Theology department, unsurprisingly, was the Saintess Astria.

Despite being younger, her saintly aura made her look mature.

She turned away huffily when she saw Kraush, still upset about not having lunch with him.

Yet, she kept sneaking glances at him, which was just like her.

When Charlotte entered the auditorium, all eyes turned to her.

Their gaze then shifted to Kraush.

Kraush’s prowess in the entrance exam had left a strong impression on the first-years.

Their eyes shone with various purposes—some political, some out of curiosity.

Those sending such looks were all formidable individuals.

This was where the first-year Rahelrn Academy students gathered.

Despite the pressure of their gaze, Kraush remained calm.

No matter how talented they were, they were still rookies.

Click, clack.

At that moment, someone approached Charlotte.

Seeing her, Kraush tried to suppress his frown.

The 3rd Princess of the Empire.

Sigrid Ephania.

She was the woman Kraush disliked the most.

“Miss Charlotte, the student captains are about to allocate the second-year students. Shall we?”

As Charlotte mentioned, even if they were in the special class, the first practical session would be assigned to the first-year captains.

They were about to start the selection now.

“Sure.”

Charlotte glanced at Kraush before turning away.

Her eyes conveyed her determination to take Kraush.

The problem was that Sigrid also glanced at him.

She smiled brightly when their eyes met.

Kraush barely suppressed his nausea.

Only Haring, the future Poison King, looked at him oddly.

“They’re coming!”

Balak exclaimed as the student captains approached.

Among them was Aniks, Balak’s fellow Starlon prodigy.

Three of the twelve student captains approached.

They were all familiar faces to Kraush.

Leading was the Sword Saint, Charlotte Balheim.

The tall, black-haired commoner hero, Felray.

Following was the brown-haired, sly future Wooden Marauder, Aniks Graiza.

In a place filled with the best talents, being chosen as a student captain was a testament to their top-tier abilities.

Among these top talents, Charlotte led the way.

She looked at Kraush with a regretful expression.

‘She didn’t get me.’

It seemed they used a magical lottery to assign the second-years.

Even Charlotte couldn’t force her way in.

‘Thank goodness.’

Kraush felt relieved.

Being in Charlotte’s group for the first practical would have been a headache.

Unlike before, Charlotte now showed an unusual interest in him.

Meanwhile, Aniks stood beside Charlotte.

He smiled at the second-years.

“Welcome, special class second-years. Since this is your first practical, you’ll pair up with us.”

It was considerate.

Having peers made them feel more comfortable.

“Follow the student captains who call your name.”

“I’ll go first.”

Charlotte stepped forward before Aniks finished.

She stared at Kraush before clicking her tongue and calling out.

“Mary Diana, Karandis Poseus. Follow me.”

Karandis looked at Charlotte with admiration, while Mary flinched.

Karandis wanted to use this chance to get closer to Charlotte.

Mary feared not being picked by Felray, Sigrid’s associate.

After their contrasting reactions,

Felray spoke next.

“Balak Hogma, Glen Diana, Arthur Gramalte. Come over here.”

Felray smiled kindly.

“Oh, Captain! Are you strong?”

Balak eagerly asked, unconcerned about who he was paired with.

“Me? Haha, not really. There are many stronger than me.”

Felray laughed heartily, though his eyes seemed wistful.

He wanted to meet someone at the Academy.

That person stood right in front of him.

“Lastly, me. Haring Lagrain, Kraush Balheim. Follow me.”

Kraush cracked his neck.

His first practical was with Aniks.

Aniks’s judgment would be crucial.

Kraush remembered Aniks from the Holy Land of Stars.

He had blamed his comrades’ deaths on not avoiding traps during World Erosion.

Aniks said if Kraush died, Charlotte’s wedding might be delayed.

He had grown to despise Charlotte, who had defeated him, and eventually broke down.

But Kraush knew better now.

You couldn’t judge people based solely on past memories.

‘Will you be the Aniks I remember, or...’

Someone slightly different?

Who knew?

The world had changed, and was diverging more from previous iterations.

Kraush glanced at Charlotte before looking at Aniks walking away.

He had no expectations.

Disappointments were greater with expectations.

Kraush still held no goodwill toward Aniks.

So whatever the outcome, he was ready to accept it calmly.

Even if it was unfavorable.

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