Club activities span from dungeon adventure to alchemy and cuisine, among other things, and an artefact engineering, core engineering club was reported to exist.
All of this was conveyed to us by Selena.
To think about it.
I recall her summoning me to the instructor's office for a meeting.
Sigh.
When did I catch the swordmaster's attention?
Henry was interested in the management club, and I wasn't about to make him follow everything I did, so I let him investigate the club fair on his own.
He stated that he wanted to learn management since he, too, will be the leader of a city, a baron, when his father retires. It's nice to know he him
"Wait, what happened to me?" It was the dead of night. I was in my dorm room, but I couldn't sleep. 'That damned women!' I loathed myself as I remembered that immoral instructor who tried to seduce her own student! Well, I was exaggerating a little here, but she did approach me in a pretty unhealthful manner. Everyone will think I'm a moron or that I turn dumb when I meet a woman, but it's not the case. Imagine a teacher approaching you and tempting you as though she was interested in you while concealing her heaven-shaking beauty. I'm sorry if you don't understand. Sorry for being a regular 18-year-old man who couldn't sleep at night because he dreamed about his teacher.
Eliza's suspicious gaze followed me as I escaped from the crowd."Well, I'm sorry for them!""What geniuses! Who knows how far they could have gotten if they hadn't been murdered! Oh, what a shame!"I brought my Oscar-winning acting skills, which I had kept concealed deep within me.Eliza glanced at the man who was often difficult to see through his thoughts, but now he was as open like a book.“Pfft. Follow me, I had no idea my business partner had such amazing abilities.""Alright, fine."I followed her through the fair, where she would stop at various stalls to converse with students before moving on. And, because it was a fai
I pulled my mind back to the conversation. My mind occasionally wanders to devilish and extreme concepts, as if coaxing and seducing me into making my thoughts a reality. I felt my second heart beating quietly as I subconsciously clutched my chest under the table. 'What will become of me?' I knew that if I even tried to move against her, someone would be swinging his blade across my neck. "But you don't have to be concerned about it. You will be automatically protected by the Kraus family if you join my club. Even if a family member tries to stand in your way, he or she must first answer to me." I cast a furtive glance at Eliza. She knew her own uncle was after me, yet she was willing to go against him for my sa
It was the busiest day of the club fair. Almost all of the students were preoccupied with recruiting, joining clubs, and getting along with their peers. They would also meet with the aristocracy who controlled the club. Getting the assistance of a higher rank noble family was a boon for noble students with low noble status, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a commoner who would receive the assistance of a noble family. Discrimination exists, and commoners may not be treated equally, yet any support they receive is preferable to none at all. And in the midst of it all, there was a word that a new faction has formed a club and is recruiting a large number of commoners while simultaneously providing them with the same assistance that a noble family would.
The "Association," generally known as the adventurer's association, was a group that was impartial to any empire. They cannot, however, be described as a harmonious and uniform group. The reason for this is that the association is made up of various factions, each with its own set of goals and desires. Since its formation, their only agreement has been to make their organization preeminent. Despite the fact that they have amalgamated to the point where they are at the same level as any empire, their strengths are not concentrated, and they just share common interests and values. Their approach and ultimate aims differed. Grand Elder Randolf's objective was to become one of the association's four leaders. This necessitates not only strength but also contributions. The association had agreed that if he completed the duty assigned to him correctly, he would be nominated as a candidate with a good chance of winning. "Recently, the Brightwing Empire has been frequently strengthening
"Do you feel all right?" Passing by the stalls without even looking at them, I cast a questioning glance at Eliza, who had stayed silent the entire time we were walking. Eliza's aura had been somewhat erratic since the accident. She appeared to be having difficulty regulating her body, mana, and aura all at once. Drip. In the midst of the fair's buzzing commotion, my excellent hearing picked up on a peculiar sound. And the blood mark on the floor proved it. Eliza was injured. Eliza wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand, slightly raised. Looking down, there was a little bloodstain on the ground. When she noticed it, she immediately stomped on it to cover up the stain. But, no matter how subtle she attempted to be with her moves, it couldn't escape my notice, and I stopped her. "What caused this?" It appeared that the earlier altercation had resulted in her suffering internal damage. The fact that she was able to withstand the pressure of that guy's aura demonstrates her s
I sat inside the carriage, patiently waiting for the driver to start it. But he didn't move for a long time, as if he were waiting for Eliza's carriage to get a headstart. The driver was a C-rank warrior. But he was still a Lycan, so the first thought that came to mind was that they were attempting to assassinate me. Or they intended to separate the two carriages and kill Eliza. But none of my assumptions were even close to being correct. "The driver is instructed to wait for the signal to start off from the first carriage. It is a rule for air carriage drivers." The butler in front of me explained without changing his demeanor. I glanced at him, my head tilted sideways as if telling him to explain further. “Sigh.” "Just as there are highways on the land, there are also magical roads in the air. In the air, a carriage cannot be driven too close to another carriage." His explanation was mediocre, but it was clear to me. "Okay, thank you." The driver started moving a little lat
Duke Kraus examined the piece of paper in his hand. It had all of the information about the boy named Riel Alheim written on it. A commoner boy, raised by a single mother and lives with two adopted children. There was nothing exceptional or memorable in his first 18 years of life, one may argue. From the time he was born until he was 18 years old, only one line was written about him. However, the remainder of the document was crammed with specifics. -Signed up for the BrightWing Academy. -Working at a newly formed core shop that quickly became the empire's largest core supplier. -The mother's connection to the Whitepalace family has been revealed. And so forth. Kraus frowned. While the information does not accurately characterize Riel, anyone may pick up on something. When Riel reached the age of 18, he had undergone a complete transformation. The boy who was supposed to be mediocre for the rest of his life had transformed into a student with the potential of a genius. 'He he
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse