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Your Highness and I headed to the staff room.

At that time, His Royal Highness offered me guidance on the school because I would not yet know the structure in the school building.

... I'm sorry. I know.

I can't say for sure.

And I tried not to shy away, but they dropped my shoulder like I was slightly depressed and said, "I'm the only one floating," with abandoned puppy eyes.

On his face, he nodded bitterly, "If it doesn't seem to bother Your Highness……".

His Highness brightened his expression to the answer and smiled, "Then I'll pick you up in Rachel's classroom again after school," he said.

I tilt my neck to His Highness, who hasn't quite gone back to his classroom since, wondering if I don't have to go to class.

His Highness was taken to be forcefully drawn by Cyril, who picked him up as if he had cut a paralysis there.

His Highness seemed to have said something until the end, but smiled and dropped him off for now.

Then a man who was silently watching what had happened earlier groaned with a smudge, "Rumors are untrue."

The Lord of this voice is my teacher Ewing, who was introduced to His Highness earlier. Incidentally, he also served the previous two years.

He sprinkles a familiar smile like a big dog, and his short orange hair jumps all over him.

Such a Dr. Ewing looks well with a smile like a very friendly day. Sometimes in his late twenties and young, he is a very popular teacher for his students.

"Uh, I have to tell you," the Ewing teacher scratches his head, turning away from his gaze at first, his mouth cage.

I wonder what happened, and staring at her, the teacher looked back at me with a serious face.

"First thing I have to tell you."

"Yes, what is it?"

"I'm a baroness person, but no matter who the teacher is, the students will be treated equally. So I hope you won't change your attitude just because you're the fiancée of His Royal Highness the King or the marquis lady."

"Yeah, of course. Best regards,"

The teacher rounds his eyes as surprised that I bowed my head to Dr. Ewing.

Some teachers are subordinate nobles and civilians. But in the school, the teacher's position is higher than that of the son of a noble lady.

I was dissatisfied with that fact last time, but now I take it for granted.

This school is an environment that will nurture talent to support the country in the future.

That means the teachers here have to be pretty good.

That's why teachers are here because they buy their abilities.

And in the Sorcery Division and the Knights, it's meritocracy.

In other words, this school is a thumbnail of meritocracy that glorifies equality.

Nevertheless, among students, identity is respected with tacit understanding. Learning certain manners will be important in future social circles.

One could say that identity is quite important, especially since the ladies are in places that have nothing to do with meritocracy.

If you wear it wrong, it will be a big deal after you graduate from school in the future.

"Shall we head to the classroom now? You're skipping freshman year, so there's a lot you don't even know about school.

I want you to tell me if anything happens. "

"Yes, thank you"

I can see the "2-A" bill ahead of me walking with Dr. Ewing.

Oh, you still haven't changed your class.

Since the class is divided into five parts in a school year, I was hoping that it might be another class.

But they don't either.

Will the fact that I will be in this class ever change?

I sneak out a sigh where I don't look like Dr. Ewing.

And then I get behind the teacher opening the door and entering the room, too.

Standing beside the lecture floor, I feel the students gaze at me at the same time. Looking inside the dreaded classroom, the figure of the discerning.

Oh, still.

They're in this class too, aren't they?

At the end of my gaze, what they look like.

Those who used to call me friends watched this one smiling softly about their seats.

"Introducing students who are to be included in this class from today"

"I'm Rachel Marcel. Due to various circumstances, I will be attending school starting this fiscal year.

I'm glad you're close. "

"Guys, I want you to tell me a lot of things Miss Marcel doesn't understand"

There are many people on the faces of the students who show clear curiosity and welcome. But some of them are indifferent.

Last time I didn't really deal with my classmates either.

But if you look at it this way, it seems obvious, but you have a lot of students.

"Well, then, the seats... You're free next to the chairman of the committee."

"Yes, go ahead"

Dr. Ewing called me chairman of the committee with his hands up sassy. She is a female student with long red brown hair in two, knitted in three, and wearing black edged glasses.

Oh, she certainly should have chaired the committee last time.

Certainly Countess Natalia Abbott.

I never had a proper conversation last time. Still, I understand her serious, fair-looking personality.

"Excuse my neighbor. Mr. Abbott..."

"Yes, Mr. Marcel"

"Best regards,"

"Yes, welcome"

Moving to the seat pointed by the teacher, Mr. Abbott greeted him softly with a slight loosening of his crisp eyes.

And when Dr. Ewing sees me get to my seat, he starts picking up attendance.

This was followed by a description of the events for the first semester, and the morning homeroom ended as the chimes rang.

The teacher apparently has a different class after this and left the classroom early enough after the homeroom.

Then the classroom was filled with gaggling and talking at the same time.

I feel a glimpse from the flicker and surroundings, but they're looking a little far-fetched without the way someone talks to me.

Raise your eyes and look around, as you follow that gaze.

Then they all turn away from each other simultaneously and take their gaze off.

What shall we do...?

This awkwardness.

If you think about it, maybe I look tight and scared first.

Besides, Marquis. Finally, I follow you to the title of Your Highness's fiancée.

Talk to me, but if I step on a mine, I'm not a dangerous opponent!

Right. Think about it and you'll see.

… Well, no one will talk to you, will they?

On second thought, I don't even know how to make friends.

… It may be difficult to make friends.

See Mr. Abbott next door in chills.

Then she has already started her preview by putting out a textbook for her next class.

Just for a moment... Can I talk to you?

Ah! Yeah, maybe I should ask you a question for your next class.

thrilled, opened his mouth to call him 'Mr. Abbott'.

At that time.

"Long time no see, Lady Rachel"

In front of me, a former friend.

The Marquis Lady Katrina Higgins stood smiling nicely.