Chapter 10
“From this day on, I will be your S-class professor and advisor, likely for the next year—perhaps only half a year for some of you. My name is Amillion Starfen, and I understand we had a minor incident on the very first day…”
The woman I’d seen earlier, the professor, stood in front of the class, introducing herself as our advisor. However, I couldn’t focus on her words.
<You can use the ‘Class Selection Token’ to unlock a class. Once a class is chosen, it cannot be changed, and you won’t be able to learn skills from other class types, so choose carefully.>
What happens to the abilities I’ve already learned…?
After clearing my third subquest, “Follow Me to the Rooftop,” I’d just been waiting in the classroom, where the professor who had fussed over Kane’s fainting had entered, now introducing herself as our homeroom teacher.
But as she began speaking, a hazy message suddenly appeared in front of me, demanding I make a choice.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t get the message out of my sight, so it seemed I had to pick a “class” right now.
“Those of you selected for Class S stand out among countless academy applicants for your skills, so take pride in yourselves…”
Hah, this really lacks guidance.
I tried mentally calling out words like “Help” or “Tutorial” in my mind, but the message wouldn’t change.
It listed the classes I could choose from, each with a “potential” value in parentheses. This system seemed to suggest which class might suit me best.
Potential…?
I quickly reasoned it out.
How did this system measure my suitability and potential for different classes?
Knight has a potential rating of 99, while Mage is only 60.
While staring in the professor’s direction as she continued her lecture, I checked the potential ratings listed for each class. At least it made me look like I was paying attention.
Classes requiring physical strength, like Knight, Spearman, Shield Bearer, and Archer, showed high potential scores, whereas the potential for Mage or Priest was relatively low.
Even with limited information, I could only draw one conclusion: the potential ratings were based on my current stats.
My Strength, Agility, and Endurance were high, but my Magic Power was significantly lower.
So that means…
“As you all know, Class S is an elite group of only seven top students per year. In addition to special privileges for Class S, there’s an exclusive curriculum tailored to you…”
This system acknowledges the abilities I already have as part of my potential.
With Amilion’s words as background music, I quickly came to a decision.
It wasn’t certain, but my instincts told me I was on the right track.
<Would you like to choose Mage?>
Of course, I chose Mage.
For the past ten years, I’d been in a straightforward system where strength increased from training, agility from running, and endurance from exercise. Despite this, my Magic Power stat was only 46.
The reason was simple: to increase Magic Power, you had to study magic and mana. And magic tomes were incredibly complex.
They spoke of circuits, equations, and mana alignment. Even with my background in 21st-century South Korea’s math and science, the magic books were beyond the high school curriculum.
Since I’d struggled with math, studying magic was nearly impossible for me. Initially, I’d eagerly dived into magic, thinking “fantasy equals magic!” but I eventually gave up.
However, if I could become a Mage by choosing it as a class…
Judging by the skills option, it’s unlikely they’d make me study to cast spells.
This structure was clearly modeled on a game system, so I doubted it.
I didn’t need to ponder long.
<You have chosen Mage as your class. You’ve earned the title “Academy Novice Mage.”>
The title felt unexpectedly charming, and I chose Mage without hesitation.
<The ‘Skills Window’ has been unlocked in accordance with your class selection.>
Ooooh.
I didn’t feel any immediate change from becoming a Mage, but the message about the unlocked skills window was thrilling.
Could I finally cast magic without complicated calculations? Maybe I could just pick a skill and call out the spell’s name!
“Ryu?”
“…Yes?”
I was about to check my skills window, but suddenly, a voice snapped me out of my thoughts and back to reality.
The system message, which had been impossible to dismiss, disappeared when I focused on my surroundings.
The flashing word “Skills Window” was now replaced by Professor Amilion, who was staring at me.
“Understood?”
“Oh…yes?”
“…Hmm?”
Professor Amilion raised an eyebrow, glaring at me with a frown. Reflexively, I glanced at Cynthia, but naturally, there was nothing she could do for me. Cynthia looked at me with an expression that said, “Just answer already.”
“Well… I didn’t quite get that. Could you explain it once more? Haha…”
“…Hah. Didn’t quite get it, did you?”
I tried my best “Please explain just one more time” plea, but Professor Amilion kept her disapproving look. Finally, she sighed and spoke again.
“The top incoming student traditionally serves as the representative. Until the next advancement exam, Ryu, you are the freshman representative.”
“Aha…”
“And as the student representative, you’ll also be part of the student council. I mentioned that there’s a council meeting immediately after class today, which you’re expected to attend. Don’t tell me you didn’t understand that.”
“A meeting? Today?”
It was all so overwhelming. First, the system messages demanded I choose a class, and now Professor Amilion was telling me I’d be expected at a student council meeting as the student representative.
“But…today?”
“Yes, today, right after class. You’ll likely have dinner with them as well.”
“Um, is there any chance…I could skip it?”
“…What?”
Professor Amilion looked at me with a disbelieving scoff, as if I’d just said something absurd.
While the roles of student council member and representative didn’t particularly appeal to me, they were manageable duties even for someone in my position as the head of the Black Shadow Corps.
But today’s timing was the issue.
“So… do you have some incredibly important engagement elsewhere?” she asked, her patience visibly wearing thin.
“Uh…actually, yes, I do have a fairly important commitment…”
Suppressing what looked like mounting frustration, Professor Amilion took a deep breath and asked in a steady tone, “An unavoidable reason why you absolutely cannot attend the very first council meeting, where representatives from each year will be present, along with the headmaster himself?”
“…Hmm.”
I could’ve sworn she only mentioned it as a council meeting—why was the headmaster attending? Professor Amilion’s gaze bore into me more intensely than when she’d seen Kane lying on the floor earlier, frothing at the mouth. It was a look more suited to staring down an enemy than a student.
The academy was truly something else, with its abrupt demands. During the entrance exam, they’d made me deliver a speech in front of everyone on the spot, and now, they were suddenly informing me of a highly important meeting on the same day.
It’s like they expect people not to have their own plans.
…Though, maybe it’s rare for a freshman to actually have plans, I almost admitted to myself, but quickly brushed it off.
Whatever Professor Amilion said, my plans for tonight were more important. After a year of searching, I might finally locate “it.”
“Well then, Professor…” I began.
“Yes, I’m ready to refute—or rather, hear your excuse, so go on,” she replied.
“As the freshman representative, I understand it’s important to show up.”
“…I see.”
Her skeptical expression softened slightly at my words.
“But as I have a truly pressing matter, how about having the second-ranked student, Elaine, attend the meeting in my place? Ah, not that I don’t intend to go at all. I’ll attend with her initially and then slip out after a while…”
“My goodness…”
“And let’s be honest. Wouldn’t it be more fitting to have someone from a grand family like the Sinclairs represent the freshmen? I mean, I know nothing about noble meetings and such,” I added with a laugh.
“…I see…”
Professor Amilion seemed ready to snap, but with my continued persuasion, she began to nod, as if swayed by my reasoning.
I was close to getting her approval.
“Me?” Elaine asked, startled.
“Yes, someone like you would fit perfectly. You’ll bring more honor to our class than a commoner like me could among the nobles.”
“Having both of you attend sounds like a decent compromise,” Professor Amilion remarked.
Perfect. The approval I’d been angling for was finally given by Professor Amilion.
“B-but, is it right for me, with no particular qualifications, to attend such an important event?”
“Oh, it’s hardly some precious occasion; it’s just a tedious meeting. And, to be honest, you’re far more suited to the role of freshman representative than I am.”
“Surely not…”
Persuading Elaine was far easier than winning over Professor Amilion.
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