I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

137.Storm’s Transfer Student (1)

As a new semester begins, students tend to ask each other how they are doing and chat about what they did during the vacation.

The students who returned to the academy after summer vacation all showed up one by one with a bundle of stories to the classroom where ‘History of the Continent’, the first liberal arts lecture of the second semester, was to begin.

“Wow, wasn’t it too much that the first class was the history of the continent?”

“How can I start my first class with such a boring lecture?”

“That’s right. Ah, I don’t want to take class… “

There was chatter among students throughout the classroom. Since we haven’t seen each other for nearly two months, there’s a mountain of things to talk about, so there’s nothing I can do about it. Students gathered in small groups and talked eagerly about what happened during summer vacation.

“I went to Parnia Beach in the summer… “

“I followed my father and took refuge in the imperial capital…”

“All I did was practice at the villa throughout the vacation.”

When the students were talking about what happened during summer vacation, a male student blurted out new news with an expression that seemed like he had discovered a great secret.

“I overheard some professors talking among themselves… And they said there was a transfer student.”

“What? Transfer student?”

“Huh. I heard there are two people?”

“Two? “Didn’t you hear it wrong?”

A new topic that started from information picked up by a male student. The rumor spread little by little from student to student.

The appearance of a new face was bound to become a hot topic.

“No, but the transfer test is very difficult. I heard it’s harder than the entrance exam-“

“I guess I worked hard.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to have one or two?”

“Have you heard what department it is?”

“Is it a man or a woman?”

The information that started with one male student quickly began to spread by word of mouth. By the time class had almost started, that was the only thing everyone was talking about. And, every time the door opened, all the students turned their heads to look at the newly appeared student and fell into small talk again.

“If it hasn’t shown up yet, didn’t I hear it wrong?”

“No, did you really hear it?”

“But shouldn’t it come slowly?”

5 minutes before class starts. The students’ opinions came down to the fact that the male student who first mentioned the transfer student ‘misheard’. The male student showed an expression of resentment, but there has been no evidence to prove his words yet.

The male student, who instantly became a liar, looked at the door with earnest eyes.

‘I heard that there are definitely transfer students, but why aren’t they coming?’

On the other hand, there were also people who did not show interest in transfer students. That was the case with Martina, a first-year student in the Department of Magic and the first-year representative of the Department of Magic. She spoke, looking at her door with worried eyes.

“I can’t see Miss Elisa.”

“Elisa? “Who is that?”

“We’re in the same magic department, don’t you know? “There’s a girl with purple hair, right?”

Martina looked at the girl who asked her question as if she was amazed. The female student opened her mouth with a shy expression.

“Ah, that dark woman… Right?”

“Huh… That’s right.”

Although she didn’t really like the answer, Martina nodded her head without saying anything. Elisha’s perception that she is all similar, just to a different degree.

“Why aren’t they coming…”

“Couldn’t I at least oversleep?”

“Miss Elisa has never been late.”

Although she is gloomy and walks alone, she is a female student who has never been discouraged from being sincere. It was Martina’s image of her Elisa her her her. That’s why she was truly worried about Elisa.

3 minutes before class starts.

It was a close call.

‘If you’re late from the first day, your professor will hate you… ‘

Just when the worry was clearly visible on the young lady’s face, the door opened one minute before class began. This time, most of the students did not look at the door because they were talking about themselves without paying attention, but there were still some who looked with faint anticipation.

And only then were those students able to taste the fruits of their patience.

“Boo, pink hair?”

“Is he who I think he is?”

“The saint… Transfer student?”

“What is that chair? It has wheels.”

“No, more than that, who is the man pushing that chair?”

The students were confused by the rapidly increasing number of stories. A saint appears at the back gate riding a moving chair. And a large man wearing a knight’s uniform and pushing a chair. And three female students moving together as if surrounding the man.

The students whispered at the strange sight.

“You said there were two transfer students?”

“See you later. “There are three more people.”

“Who is that man?”

“It’s a knightly conquest. “It must be an article.”

“If you become a saint, do you bring a guard to class?”

The students were busy solving their curiosity by making wild guesses.

The appearance of a new character, a saint!

My previously unknown curiosity was about to explode. Martina looked blankly at the saint’s group with a shocked expression.

‘Eh, why is Miss Elisa there? That, and that one…’

Martina recalled an incident from a few months ago.

Elisa, who was standing in front of her dungeon, and her knight, who was helping her. She never thought they would meet again like this.

“One is Violan? “He’s not a transfer student.”

“So there are three transfer students?”

“Elisa is not a transfer student.”

“Then that red hair…”

Karina, a saint who received a lot of curious looks from students, sat down in the back seat and looked away.

Karina, who had lived her whole life under a lot of stares, naturally talked to the person next to her as if these gazes were nothing.

She said as she looked at John.

“Students may be surprised, so please don’t be too impressed.”

“It’s because I’m not used to receiving attention.”

The man responded with a disapproving look on his face and leaned against the classroom wall with his arms crossed. Since he was a guard knight, he could not sit, so it was his natural posture.

“John stands out wherever he goes?”

“It stands out in many ways.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s that bad… “

The large guard knight slowly looked around, ignoring the voices of his companions. Eyes filled with curiosity and awe. He sighed inwardly at the sight of her, which must have been tiresome, and looked at Karina’s back as she took out her textbook.

‘I can’t believe I was able to enter the academy like this. It’s a new feeling.’

Although he thought he would never enter the classroom due to his ambiguous position as an escort driver, he was moved by the fact that he entered the classroom. Because he was able to see in real life the sights he had seen so many times in the game. John looked around with such emotion buried in his heart.

Curious eyes are focused on Karina. Among the dogs, there were students who were interested in him, but they were few in number. No matter how great his presence was, it was nothing compared to a saint.

‘I see quite a few familiar faces.’

From the Martina and Luis couple I met last time to Bratton, who was looking at me with a shocked face in the corner and then slowly averting my gaze when I made eye contact, aspects of him that I had seen several times caught my eye.

Many students, including them, had a lot to say, but unfortunately, the continent’s history professor, Professor Galleon, was already standing in front of the class.

“Hmm, class will start now!”

Leaving behind a sigh of regret, the old professor began his lecture while hiding his curious gaze.

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The lecture I took for the first time in 10 years shattered my expectations of a lecture in a fantasy world.

“Emperor Helios in the year 731 of the imperial calendar…”

The professor who continued to teach with a voice that made you fall asleep just by hearing it was not much different from the professors I was used to in Korea. I craned my neck and glanced at the students to at least wake them up, but no matter how elite they were, it seemed like it would be difficult to endure such a boring class, so about a third of them were stretched out.

Surprisingly, Millia was not included in that third.

I thought Millia would reach out first.

Who would have thought that Milia, who can’t stand being bored, would just keep looking at the blackboard. This is a bit surprising. It seemed like she was listening to the class well, as she even worked hard on her notes. As a result, Elisa and Karina sitting next to each other seemed to be able to concentrate better in class.

First of all, since we are sitting with honor students, is it natural?

I’m feeling sleepy.

Why do all history teachers have voices that make them drowsy?

Can’t class be fun?

…Of course, I’m not trying to make the class fun, but I hope it’s enough to not make you sleepy.

Anyway, class was slowly coming to an end. The proof was that little by little the students were coming back to life like newly resurrected zombies.

Then, it means that I will soon be freed from these boring lectures.

There is no need to keep standing because your legs hurt.

It was when I was watching the students glancing at their watches.

“Hehe, the saint came to listen to my lecture today. With a new student.”

Perhaps because he felt it was a bit disappointing not to mention a new transfer student, the professor immediately mentioned Milia and Karina. This is how you get attention. Although it is something that cannot be helped.

“You said her name was Milia Quartz. Then, Miss Millia.”

“Yes!”

“Can you tell me what happened in the year 536 of the imperial calendar?”

No, that didn’t come up in class. Looking at the students’ faces, it seems like basic common sense.

In response to the professor’s question, Millia vigorously stood up and shouted without a moment’s hesitation.

“In the year 536 of the Imperial Calendar, Count Telomere’s rebellion broke out!”

Right…Me?

She answered confidently, so it must be correct, right? She looked at the professor with slightly anxious eyes, and he was smiling.

I guess the answer is right…

“Wrong. “Miss Millia.”