I Don’T Have Any Magic Power But I’M Having A Blast At The Academy 54
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All eyes in the classroom focused on me, the chosen class monitor. I paused for a moment before nodding my head.
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“Sure, I’ll do it.”
Apparently, my decision was unexpected; the students buzzed with surprise.
“Wow, volunteering to be a slave.”
“Is that a top student?”
Han Seyeon rolled her eyes again. I repeated, as if to assure them I wasn’t mistaken.
“Wait for me after class; I need to step out for a bit.”
I had to feed the phoenix.
“Sure. I’ll wait.”
Han Seyeon nodded with a smile.
As I lay back on my desk, Eungaeye subtly asked,
“Hey, what’s gotten into you? Will you really do all the duties voluntarily?”
“Why, can’t I?”
“Well, it’s not that you can’t, but···”
Eungaeye scratched her cheek, squinting at me suspiciously.
“You haven’t done it before, have you?”
“It’s my call.”
I vaguely answered and turned my head towards the window. On such days, Eungaeye would gaze at me like a strange creature. It wasn’t the first time this semester that such miscellaneous tasks had to be done, and every time, Han Seyeon took them all on alone. Unless it was a special case, she would likely handle it alone this time too. Han Seyeon hadn’t chosen me with any expectations. So, no one would care if I refused. But, I felt fortunate to have been chosen.
“I almost forgot.”
At this year’s Eternity Festival, someone approached Han Seyeon. I don’t know much about it. That’s because Han Seyeon wasn’t the main character, and the approach was just mentioned in passing in the game. So, I had forgotten about it, but it all came rushing back when she was singled out.
In the game, it wasn’t something to worry about, but now, Han Seyeon had become a significant force, as important as Cheon Woojin, if not more, so it was necessary to get involved regardless of the nature of the approach. And the easiest way to do that was to stick by Han Seyeon’s side under the guise of a “class agent.”
Ultimately, even if Han Seyeon hadn’t singled her out, I should have voluntarily taken on the role. Being a class agent just meant staying after school, and it wasn’t that difficult of a task. (Even that, Han Seyeon was more than capable of handling on her own.)
“Now that the class agent is decided, we need to divide the members for the stage performance. If anyone wants to participate, please raise your hand.”
Han Seyeon wrote three words on the board: “swordsmanship,” “fantasy,” “collaboration.”
While the abilities of the Academy students varied, they were broadly categorized into magic, swordsmanship, and firearms, so each class had to prepare a stage based on these themes.
“I want to do swordsmanship with guns!”
“What are you saying, Kim Hayoon? You can’t handle guns.”
“Oh, you hurt my pride. Are you better than me?”
The students, who had shown no interest when selecting the class agent, started clamoring uncontrollably.
Considering that among those coming to watch the Eternity Festival were prominent figures from various groups, it was essential to impress them.
The relaxed atmosphere following the midterm exams made the students more enthusiastic about participating.
“I’ll take charge of the collaborative performance!”
Amelia, who was always busy with guild tasks, raised her hand enthusiastically, shining like a star. (I’ve noticed this before, but she seems genuinely interested in costumes and event planning.)
The students, who found Eungaye tapping away at the game console uninterestingly, dragged her into their conversation.
“What’s up?”
“Eungaye, let’s do swordsmanship together.”
“Shouldn’t Cheon Woojin do that with you?”
“No. He’s too stiff; if we make him do swordsmanship, it’ll be a disaster. But you? Trust me once; we’ll choreograph it for you.”
Eungaye’s agile movements, resembling those of a cat, made her a perfect fit for swordsmanship. In contrast, Cheon Woojin was too neat and lacked excitement. It was more like dancing than swordsmanship.
“Alright, I’ll do it. So, let me go.”
Although she seemed hesitant, Eungaye, who couldn’t refuse the students’ insistence, ended up being assigned to swordsmanship.
Meanwhile, Nikolai was so eager about “gunsmanship” that he jumped up from his seat to write his name on the board.
Although it seemed odd for someone not using guns to be interested in gunsmanship, it strangely suited him.
Uncertain about what to do, Cheon Woojin eventually succumbed to the students’ persuasion and had his name written down for gunsmanship along with Nikolai.
“Being a class agent is not bad at all. Even if you don’t participate, you can still be a class agent.”
Lying on the desk, observing the bustling classroom, I suddenly raised my head.
Han Seyeon, who always seemed aloof among the students, had, to some extent, been affected by the atmosphere, making her soul’s color slightly richer.
***
The week before the festival, there were no afternoon classes, and instead, it was a preparation period for the festival. This was when the work of the class agents began.
She was good at smiling, but lacked the ability to express emotions in other ways.
So, I thought her classmates had talked her out of doing it, but is she really continuing?
Han Seyeon, who had been staring at me intently, tilted her head and spoke.
“Do you think I can’t do it now?”
“Uh.”
An individual already lacking empathy trying to act? That’s a bit early.
Han Seyeon, with a puzzled expression as if she truly didn’t know, shook her head.
“Why does everyone say they can’t do it? I think I’m good at it.”
“Well, maybe they say ‘can’t’ because they really can’t?”
I don’t think there’s a need to lie even in situations like this. If you can’t do something, you should quit quickly.
“···Hm.”
Suddenly, Han Seyeon leaned in, pushing her face closer. Startled, I instinctively pulled my head back.
“···What are you doing right now?”
“Ghost acting.”
“···”
“Does it suit me well?”
Why say she can’t do it? Han Seyeon tilted her head.
As she once again brought her face closer, I pushed her forehead away in embarrassment.
‘Is she thinking I was surprised because she looked ghost-like just now?’
Calming my startled heart, I lowered my head.
“I’ll be back in a moment. I’ll handle the classroom, so leave it to me.”
“Yeah, but did I really do bad?”
“Yeah, terribly.”
Emphasizing my words, I left the classroom as is.
Come to think of it, I had forgotten about fetching the phoenix’s food after school.
[Phoenix requests a Red Jasper.]
[Phoenix requests a Red Jasper.]
[Phoenix requests a Red Jasper.]
[Phoenix requests a Red Jasper.]
[Phoenix requests a Red Jasper.]
[Phoenix requests a Red Jasper.]
[Argh.]
“Alright, shut up.”
This is getting out of hand.
Ignoring the phoenix’s alarm messages blaring like an alarm clock as 4 o’clock struck, I exited through the main building’s back door and entered the alleyway.
[Chirp! Chirp!]
“Eat up.”
I tossed a ruby gemstone, and the Phoenix dashed over gleefully.
▶ Phoenix Lv.3
[Regeneration Count: 1/5]
[Phoenix’s Satiation: 0.02%]
Contemplating what to do with the satiation obtained from hunting the Eastern Ear, I decided to convert all the satiation into levels the day before.
Filling up to 100% seemed distant, so leveling up seemed more practical.
“Come to think of it, I’m out of ruby gemstones too.”
Even though Seo Harin had brought them, they fell short of satisfying that glutton’s palate.
In less than a month, they were all gone.
“The most certain thing is hunting a properly enchanted mine.”
Should I give it a try?
As I stroked my chin, I witnessed the Phoenix nibbling on the ruby gemstone.
“Wow, such a cute bird.”
“!”
A sudden voice from behind.
When I stiffly turned my head, Han Seyeon was gazing at the Phoenix with sparkling eyes.