189 Lesson 4 S Class Daily

Naturally, everyone's gaze is poured on the red-haired girl who looks out with her cheek cane in the window seat.

Even though it's the usual casual classroom landscape, she just enters and is attacked by the illusion as if she had cut off a scene of hero Tan or Miga.

"Satella, there's something you need to tell me?

While scratching his head with his right hand, a burning red-haired boy full of wild flavors - Alan Krueger - vomits a plea when he sits in the seat in front of Satella.

Alan had high pride and was in fact to an extremely high standard in both Bunwu. That's why Ronald remembered his fresh surprise at how his best friend so honestly begged others to teach him.

"Fine. Where?"

In the usual disoriented manner, Satella glances at the textbook, and the other students gather beside Walla Walla and the two of them, listening to Satella's words.

As a matter of fact, yesterday's story about the 'physics' class was too elusive for Ronald to take until midnight to make a single convincing.

I've been taught by some of the best scholars in the empire. Until I enrolled in this college, I had some confidence in the discipline. That vitreous confidence is shattered by insane classes like every day.

This S-Class class was just so utterly unknown.

Magic and martial arts, as well as chemistry, physics, biology, medicine, agronomy, economics, political science and various disciplines, have called experts on their paths and taken classes.

And every instructor was occupied by the disciples of Silabe Inés Navarro.

One of the physics instructors - Pars - told me about Syllabe Ines Navarro, a teacher.

Professor Syllabe is too exceptional for all areas, so only one area could be painstakingly repaired by them. They think and keep walking day after day to accomplish their lifelong purpose.

"You're in trouble, too."

A blonde girl looking at blurry and satire - speaks to Aqua Millard.

Such an insane person was once a servant girl of his own mansion.

"No, I kind of know where she stands. Rather..."

Aqua's words disappear with butt blushes.

It's like something's caught in this back teeth. I've thought about it for a long time, but I wonder if she, Ronaldo and the others, anticipate what they don't know as clear and definitive.

"What are you going to do when you graduate?

If she's good, she'll be back for each area.

"I'm going to decide that, even when I graduate. By then, I think this empire has changed a lot."

These words of hers could be taken by the current institutional difficulties. Ronald would have frowned before entering this class, too.

But I took classes in this class, and I realized how ancient and immature this empire has always been, naturally, a developed country.

The economy, which is the heart of the nation, has no major strategy. It just lets them put wheat and rye away as an annual contribution. There is a lack of thought there of future national prosperity.

The skeletal justice and administration of the state is healing with the Gatekeeper nobility, a situation that can no longer be seen.

And there is no system of personnel recruitment or education that makes effective use of the nation's entire bloody public.

This certainly does not make it possible to be branded a declining nation. It is visible that if we continue to push this helplessly, we will be invaded and colonized by other countries in the near future.

"So is that. Same goes for me. But..."

I still can't even predict the future at all. But there's only one thing I know. That is that the greatest celebrity in the history of the empire, Syllabe Inés Navarro, expects the Ronaldos to carry the future of this empire.

- That's why.

"We can't beat them. I know you have a position, but I don't need any feelings."

Initially, I wanted to take Professor Syllabe's class. But that also changes clearly after I perceive the significance of this class.

Yes, the test to be carried out in the next period is for the selection of the successor of Silabe Inés Navarro. That is, a selection test for what qualifies as carrying the future empire.

Next month's exam is now graded by 50% in disciplines and 50% in the field. The content of classes may vary from class to class at the Knights of Magic Instruction College, and the content of disciplinary examinations naturally varies.

As a natural consequence of the different contents of the discipline exams, I hear that up to now there is a high field focus, with 20% of disciplines and 80% of the field last year.

As a result of this change, the score allocation was quintiles and, moreover, only S and G classes were unified.

The implications of succession selection exams will continue to be even stronger.

"Yeah, I know. Because I also have a reason to never lose.

But is His Highness the one who's okay?

Probably about Mia. I told Aqua about Mia and Ronaldo.

"That's unnecessary fear. So to speak, this is a test that determines the future of the Empire. There is no room to pinch personal feelings. Besides, Mia has already been saved. So no consideration is required."

Via Alan, Mia's mother has received reports that she is now living amicably with her husband, Fall Curros, after recovering safely from her illness.

Yes, Mia is free now. Then there is no need to give Mia any further consideration. A more thorough beating than an enemy.

Besides, Mia and the others are taking that Professor Syllabe class right away. I'm not turning it down with someone sweet enough to handle it.

"Yes, yes, gentlemen, I'll start the class. About your seats."

It is in sight that a young man with seventy-three portions of his seemingly faint blue hair near the lecture hall is slapping his hands.

Dr. Tosh is a teacher of political science. This class is also the one that Ronald is most interested in right now.

Everyone returned from Satella's seat to their own and listened seriously to Dr. Tosh's words.