Chapter 271 The History of Academy

Chapter 271 The History of Academy

Raised in Dungeon Volume 6

Oxwade Academy Arc

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Oxwade Academy, a name that had etched itself into the annals of history. It would be surprising if there were anyone in this world who was not familiar with that name.

The institution had a rich and illustrious heritage, tracing its origins back a staggering 500 years. In its nascent days, Oxwade was no more than a congregation of intrepid researchers delving deep into the enigmatic realms of mana and amnis. However, as the number of curious minds flocked to its doors, the visionary headmaster at the time recognized the growth potential. With foresight and ambition, they transformed this gathering into a bastion of knowledge and enlightenment, a thriving academy.

What once had been a place for amnis enthusiasts now embraced a broader spectrum of studies. Oxwade Academy expanded its curriculum to include the art of swordsmanship. With each decade, its reputation as an institution of immense repute continued to ascend.

The founders of this institution were the first divers group that existed in the world, a melting pot of races and backgrounds. For that reason, Oxwade could be a sanctuary for all races.

Sorted from the largest population, the races that occupied the academy town and those who attended Oxwade, were; Humans, demi-humans, dwarves, elves, dark elves, demi-humans (sirens), and Aarakocra.

Among these races, humans held a substantial numerical advantage, their population towering over the others at a ratio of five to one. The driving force behind this numerical disparity was simple geography. The academy's strategic location on the human continent made it readily accessible to humans, while other races had to embark on arduous and lengthy journeys to reach its town.

This racial diversity, while a testament to Oxwade's inclusive vision, had not been without its challenges. Indeed, on two occasions in its storied history, Oxwade Academy had teetered on the precipice of destruction. Through rigorous revisions, countless discussions, and the wisdom of generations, the institution has weathered these storms. Over time, the residents of Oxwade had come to believe that the current rules and governance represented the most perfect equilibrium, creating a harmonious meeting place for individuals of all races.

A prevailing belief, shared by many, was that the stability and enduring prosperity of Oxwade hinged upon the unwavering presence of Eliphas, whose influence and wisdom were seen as an impenetrable bulwark against the gravest of challenges. As long as Eliphas is alive and graced the academy with his guidance, the Oxwade will not have any severe problems.

That was the history of Oxwade Academy, as told by Sharik to Allen and Felicia.

The knowledge about Oxwade's history had been imparted to students in their Secunda class. It was an integral part of the curriculum, to make students maintain harmony in a multi-racial society. However, as they advanced to the Praeterea class, it was anticipated that these foundational lessons might not be revisited as the advanced curriculum delved into more specialized and intricate subjects.

Now in the middle world, in the year 1249, Allen and Felicia embarked on their journey in Oxwade Academy and began their study as Praeterea students.

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Oxwade Academy ushered in its academic year at the dawn of the Soil Month. This tradition had long been embedded in its history. In the present day, the entrance to the academy was adorned with the vibrant hues of the maple tree, casting its enchanting glow over the building.

With the admission ceremony slated to commence in just an hour, Allen was already in a state of preparation. He then jumped into Felicia's room next door and knocked on Felicia's window.

"I'm awake; just wait outside," Felicia's unexpected reply caught Allen off guard. He didn't expect the spoiled girl he knew would wake up before Allen pulled her out of bed.

As Allen stepped outside his dorm, the scene that met his eyes was the daily morning of academy town. Many students walked in unison. The entire student body, clad in the same cappa clausa, resembles a river coursing toward the same destination. Amid this sea of students, Allen's presence stood out, and curious glances were cast in his direction, the reason is his black hair. Because of that, Allen couldn't help wondering whether he had dyed his white strands to black or not.n(-OvElbIn

Hair held a profound significance in this society, reflecting one's identity. For the church, covering your hair (until it completely covered) is unholy, and coloring or cutting it is blasphemy. The one is allowed to cover their hair is when exploring the dungeon, the soldier on duty, and every necessary situation for safety. For those who concealed their hair or, even more so, those who had none at all, it signaled a deliberate attempt to mask their true selves. Such an act was considered a suspicious act of anonymity and was met with stern consequences. Soldiers were tasked with the responsibility of apprehending anyone who sought to hide their hair, as they were perceived as potential threats to the established order. For Allen, if, for example, it rained or his hair suddenly got wet, the truth of his unique appearance would be immediately laid bare for all to see; his white hair would be immediately obvious. This vulnerability made him a target for the authorities and the church, which could enact dire consequences.

"ALLEN!" someone shouted from afar.

It was Sharik, adorned in attire identical to Allen's, the sheer enthusiasm of his greeting setting him apart in the crowd. Plus, there were no demi-humans in this dorm because the dorms were basically grouped by race. The presence of a demi-human like Sharik was particularly noticeable in a dormitory exclusively comprised of humans.

"I can't wait to go to school with you now! I don't know what amazing things will happen later," Sharik proclaimed, his eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Don't expect anything; I don't mean to do anything prominent, and keep your face away; you are too close. This bird is getting scared."

Sharik's curiosity extended to the unusual crow perched atop Allen's head, the Cornix Corus crow.