Chapter 58. Can It Avoid Cancellation?
"I'm sorry, senior."
"I won't pull a prank like this again."
The second-year representative, Anesha Holton, and the third-year representative, Fasion Tetrya, each received a rap on the head and stood meekly.
Their hands were raised high above their heads as if they were being punished.
The fourth-year representative, with her arms crossed and eyes fiercely raised, was scolding them.
It was the 3rd Princess, Shartea Kudent Cretian.
"Anesha. Now that you're a second-year, isn't it time to stop with these childish pranks?"
"In the spirit of welcoming…… I'm sorry."
Anesha shut her mouth at Shartea's gaze.
"Fasion, you're the bigger problem. If you're a senior, you should know how to act like one. You're a third-year, but you haven't changed since you were a freshman. When do you plan on growing up?"
"I have no excuse, senior."
Fasion also bowed his head at Shartea's sharp words.
Radel almost burst out laughing seeing the seniors being scolded next to him. It was because, although their heads were bowed, their expressions were not at all repentant.
They had found it extremely amusing when the 3rd Princess was surprised by the paper confetti and firecrackers earlier.
To think that when they said some people get surprised by this, they were talking about the fourth-year representative.
Radel could bet Inette's marshmallow skewers that they would pull a prank again if they had the chance.
"I've shown a poor side of myself on the first day. Were you very surprised?"
"It's alright."
Shartea apologized to Radel on their behalf and guided him to the table.
Then she boiled water to make tea.
"You two, come and sit down too."
"Yes!"
"Thank you, senior!"
As soon as Shartea's words fell, the seniors scurried over and sat down.
"Let me introduce myself formally. I am the fourth-year representative and the representative of the Red Wolf Dormitory, Shartea Kudent Cretian."
"Yes, I am the first-year representative, Radel Silvert Cretian. I have been assigned to the Black Falcon Dormitory this year."
"……Right."
Shartea carefully observed her half-brother and then opened her mouth.
"As you know, there will be no special treatment just because we are of the same royal family. As the first-year representative, I expect you to act in a manner befitting that position."
"Yes, senior."
"Excessively friendly or disrespectful behavior is forbidden. I truly dislike such things."
"I will keep that in mind, senior."
At Shartea's cold words, Radel answered politely, and the two seniors next to him whispered.
"Phew, it's cold, so cold."
"I know, right? It's strangely cold."
"Isn't it chilly even though it's not winter?"
"Right. And we're indoors."
Hearing that, Shartea's gaze sharpened.
"Anyone else want to raise their hands?"
The two avoided Shartea's eyes and asked Radel a question.
"By the way, junior, do you have any more questions?"
"Since you're a first-year, you must have a lot you want to ask."
It was Radel, who had already thought of questions he was curious about.
He threw the most urgent question.
"Do you happen to know how many students are needed to avoid a class from being canceled?"
"What kind of class is it that you're worried about it being canceled?"
As far as they knew, there were almost no such classes.
It was because, apart from their major, they had to take other subjects to fill their credits.
However, when the name Mana Training came out of Radel's mouth, their expressions also darkened slightly.
"Ah…… Professor Bronson Sendert's class."
"Is there a problem with it?"
"A problem……."
There are many.
Anesha and Fasion thought at the same time.
It could be said to have all the problems that an unpopular class has.
A teaching style that makes it hard to understand what he wants to teach.
An absurdly unfriendly professor.
An exam with a ridiculous level of difficulty.
And extremely low scores.
Their gazes met in mid-air.
Still, they couldn't not answer their cute first-year junior's question.
"Umm, first of all, you need at least five people to avoid cancellation."
"I see."
Radel realized that he had to gather three more people besides himself and the nameless female student.
"My social relationships are not yet smooth, so……. How should I persuade my friends to take this class?"
The junior seemed to be more serious about Mana Training than they thought.
Honestly, they wondered what was so great about training mana, but the seniors answered diligently.
"First, shouldn't you get close to your friends?"
"Right. How about helping your friends?"
"That's right! As it happens, the year representative has that kind of authority."
At this point, the 3rd Princess, Shartea, also became curious.
A way to help friends as a year representative?
She pricked up her ears without even realizing it.
"What is it?"
"You can stop your friends' fights. In other words, the role of a mediator."
"You have to do it sometimes. I've broken up a lot of fights in the dormitory."
Shartea was puzzled.
No, what does this have to do with persuasion?
But Radel, as if he had realized something, even clapped his hands.
"I think I get it. That was very helpful."
It was even more surprising that this was the answer.
Still, Radel's attitude of listening to the seniors' words seemed fine.
Shartea recalled the letter sent by the 2nd Prince.
It said to not let her guard down since the 8th Prince had become the first-year representative.
'Brother worries too much.'
Thinking of her brother who always treated her like a child, irritation welled up.
Be careful because the 8th Prince is skilled in intrigue?
Did he really think she couldn't figure that much out?
Shartea was already a fourth-year at the academy. In other words, she was the highest grade within the academy.
In her eyes, the 8th Prince was just a first-year fledgling.
His magic power felt insignificant, and although he had become the first-year representative, he didn't seem to have any particularly outstanding qualities…….
'What's that?'
In that moment, Radel's hand caught Shartea's eye.
Looking at the calluses, it was undoubtedly a hand that had properly held a sword.
"You…… know how to use a sword?"
Shartea couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked Radel.
Radel nodded.
"Yes. I know Basic Swordsmanship."
"Basic Swordsmanship?"
Shartea was the type to give high scores to humble people.
Looking at the calluses on Radel's palm, she could tell that he had been training steadily until recently.
To be training with a sword to this extent at an academy that focuses on magic.
And the humility of calling his own swordsmanship basic.
Of course, Radel had no way of knowing her interests.
He had simply said it as it was, since the name of the skill he had learned was Basic Swordsmanship.
'D-dangerous!'
'Senior Shartea's eyes!'
Shartea's eyes shone fiercely at Radel.
That's right.
The 3rd Princess was crazy about swordsmanship.
Although she had entered the Imperial Magic Academy because she was a royal, she was so serious about the sword that she would have entered the knight school if she could have chosen.
"Are you taking any swordsmanship-related classes?"
"I'm taking Basic Physical Fitness. I thought I needed to build up my stamina to be better at swordsmanship."
Building stamina for swordsmanship.
At words that were hard to hear at a magic academy, Shartea was even a little overwhelmed.
'Right. There are no bad people among those who are serious about the sword.'
If the 2nd Prince heard that, he would have grabbed the back of his neck and collapsed.
Ding.
[The target's Affinity has surpassed 5.]
At the same time, an alarm rang in Radel's ear.
Although he didn't know the reason why his affinity had gone up.
* * *
After the year representative meeting, Radel headed to the Black Falcon Dormitory.
As Inette had said, the position of year representative was a good opportunity to meet seniors.
'I even got to meet the 3rd Princess, which I hadn't expected.'
The 3rd Princess was certainly someone he could talk to.
He also felt he could understand why the 2nd Prince wanted to make his younger sister, the 3rd Princess, the Emperor.
Although she was a little stiff, her personality, which valued courtesy and honor, suited the position of the Emperor well.
He was a little flustered that his affinity had suddenly gone up, but there was no harm in gaining the favor of a royal.
'The second and third-year seniors were also interesting people.'
He also heard a lot of helpful information from the seniors.
It seemed that in any field, the advice of seniors was invaluable.
He also learned that the second-year dormitory was called the White Fox Dormitory, and the third-year dormitory was called the Blue Eagle Dormitory.
He had not only gotten information about classes where it was easy to get good grades and the characteristics of the professors, but also a hint on how to prevent the cancellation of Mana Training.
The method of persuading friends had opened up a new possibility for Radel.
'I can mediate my friends' fights.'
For that to happen, there had to be a fight first…….
Just then, the sound of an argument could be heard from somewhere.
"Are you better at magic than me? That staff, it's really different when someone who's good at magic uses it. I'll just use it once and give it back!"
Someone was raising their voice.
The sound was coming from an alley over there.
"Hey, don't you know me? We're both first-year friends, friends! Ah, you're so petty! I'm just asking to borrow it once!"
What is this unfamiliar dialogue?
Radel felt a sense of familiarity with the conversation he had heard a lot during his school days.
It seemed that how schools worked was similar in this world as well.
But there was a separate word that caught Radel's ear.
'First-year friends?'
So the first-years are fighting right now!
Radel couldn't help but grin.
He had planned to go back to the dormitory quietly, but the heavy responsibility of being a first-year representative wouldn't leave him alone.
"……I have no choice."
The year representative had to step in and stop the friends' fight.
* * of his neck and collapsed.
Ding.
[The target's Affinity has surpassed 5.]
At the same time, an alarm rang in Radel's ear.
Although he didn't know the reason why his affinity had gone up.
* * *
After the year representative meeting, Radel headed to the Black Falcon Dormitory.
As Inette had said, the position of year representative was a good opportunity to meet seniors.
'I even got to meet the 3rd Princess, which I hadn't expected.'
The 3rd Princess was certainly someone he could talk to.
He also felt he could understand why the 2nd Prince wanted to make his younger sister, the 3rd Princess, the Emperor.
Although she was a little stiff, her personality, which valued courtesy and honor, suited the position of the Emperor well.
He was a little flustered that his affinity had suddenly gone up, but there was no harm in gaining the favor of a royal.
'The second and third-year seniors were also interesting people.'
He also heard a lot of helpful information from the seniors.
It seemed that in any field, the advice of seniors was invaluable.
He also learned that the second-year dormitory was called the White Fox Dormitory, and the third-year dormitory was called the Blue Eagle Dormitory.
He had not only gotten information about classes where it was easy to get good grades and the characteristics of the professors, but also a hint on how to prevent the cancellation of Mana Training.
The method of persuading friends had opened up a new possibility for Radel.
'I can mediate my friends' fights.'
For that to happen, there had to be a fight first…….
Just then, the sound of an argument could be heard from somewhere.
"Are you better at magic than me? That staff, it's really different when someone who's good at magic uses it. I'll just use it once and give it back!"
Someone was raising their voice.
The sound was coming from an alley over there.
"Hey, don't you know me? We're both first-year friends, friends! Ah, you're so petty! I'm just asking to borrow it once!"
What is this unfamiliar dialogue?
Radel felt a sense of familiarity with the conversation he had heard a lot during his school days.
It seemed that how schools worked was similar in this world as well.
But there was a separate word that caught Radel's ear.
'First-year friends?'
So the first-years are fighting right now!
Radel couldn't help but grin.
He had planned to go back to the dormitory quietly, but the heavy responsibility of being a first-year representative wouldn't leave him alone.
"……I have no choice."
The year representative had to step in and stop the friends' fight.
* * *
"No, I was really just going to try using it once…… sir."
When Radel appeared in the alley, the situation was quickly resolved.
The big-bodied friend recognized Radel and stealthily lowered the hand that was grabbing the other friend's collar.
Radel felt proud, as if he had done a job worthy of a year representative.
"My grandfather gave me this precious staff…… he tried to take it away without even listening properly."
The friend whose collar had been grabbed explained the situation to Radel.
His staff looked like a high-quality staff to anyone's eyes.
It was an item that anyone who used magic would want to wield at least once.
At those words, the big-bodied friend shouted.
"Ah! I said I'd give it back after using it once!"
Radel shrugged his shoulders.
Even if that were true, the fact that he had grabbed his collar did not disappear.
"If he said no, you should have just said okay and left. Right?"
At Radel's words, the big-bodied friend burst into a fit of anger.
"Ha, damn. You're looking at me like I'm some kind of thief!"
"You didn't steal it, so you're not a thief."
"That's what I'm saying!"
Radel, who had finished grasping the situation, smiled.
"You said you were good at magic earlier, right?"
"Right? Otherwise, how would I have gotten into the academy?"
"Then can you use Heal too?"
"Is there anyone in the academy who can't use Heal?"
Radel was relieved at the confident words of the friend who said he was good at magic.
He had been a little hesitant because Gusto wasn't here, but since this friend said he could use Heal, there was no need to worry anymore.
"Really? That's great."
Just then, he saw an empty bottle rolling in the alley.
Radel bent down and picked up the bottle.
And so, in that secluded alley, Radel's physical therapy began.