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
This particular day, the Kraus family's mansion was dreary. The customary swarm of combatants honing their skills on the ground was nowhere to be found. The servants, maids, and personnel of the mansion all had troubled expressions and were nervous as they went about their duties. It was all because the Duke had summoned several employees from the mansion within the Kraus family's famous prison barely an hour before. “Argh! Duke, have mercy! Grhh!” As a person squished him with his fist, he exploded into a puddle of blood. Duke Kraus' eyes shone with no remorse as he massacred the people who had worked in his house for years. Everyone in front of him had spent years maintaining the mansion, delivering him food, and caring for his own daughter. But it was also the reason he wasn't hesitating. These people were able to bring their hearts to harm the very people who had fed them and given them a job, even causing harm to his daughter. Nothing could compare to Kraus's daughter. Even
The club fair's security was much tighter today than it had been in the past. The number of soldiers was enormous, and everyone had been trained to an extremely high standard.Everyone expected this, given who was scheduled to attend the club fair.Because the purpose of holding the club fair was to hold a council meeting with the other great powers once a year.A grand elder from the association, an elven empire high elf, a beast empire chieftain, and a Brightwing empire delegate.Cleo Brig, the headmaster of the Brightwing Academy, was the Brightwing Empire's representative.She walked inside the council chamber. The interior of the chamber was broad and then round, with seats navigating a panel in the centre.
I used the system to scan the surroundings. And I was correct: there were an unusually large number of Lycans prowling around.I had a feeling something was awry. And I can only hope it wasn't what I was thinking.'You guys aren't so stupid to cause a commotion, aren't you?' I was exhausted because I had just walked tens of kilometres and hadn't received enough rest."Have you ever seen a hero, Riel?"Eliza unexpectedly asked me a question."A hero? No, I don't even know what their names are.""I heard a hero visited the academy today. I wish I could meet him or her, I'd like to see how different they are from me."Was i
"Who are you?!"Fabian looked at the student uncomfortably, not knowing who he was but thinking he seemed familiar. He'd met him during the conflict, but Fabian had forgotten who Riel was."Oh, please accept my apologies for informing you that I am the elder cousin of your second aunt's brother-in-third law's nephew from the garbage family. You don't recall me?" I stepped forward and made a friendly introduction.Fabian didn't take the disparaging remarks personally. He only had one task for today: he had to get rid of Eliza Kraus.He had been practising as hard as he could since his father asked him to undertake this duty. He had changed quite a deal in such a short period of time.