"...you're my man"
A red blush ford on his cheeks as he turned away from her intensified gaze again. He just couldn't with her at the mont.
'What is she thinking, saying things like that? Her man? The fuck does that an?'.
His thoughts had been muddled by her statent, and now he was forced to think of sothing else.
However, there wasn't enough ti as the freshers began to hurry to find a seat as a man walked in, heading towards the podium in front of the Lecture Hall.
'It's that ti again, I guess. Is this how it feels to see old classmates again?' He thought, lost in the bittersweet feeling.
He couldn't help it. He was in this Academy for a different reason, and he wasn't the sa softie as he was in the past.
'Let's just do the things that need to be done. There's no point in seeking revenge on innocent children.
Indeed. They had not yet bullied or treated him badly in this life. At least, he wouldn't seek revenge without a valid reason, and for now, none existed.
Professor Jas Crockwell stood on the podium, placing a book on a table, and walking behind towards a large whiteboard that spread nearly throughout the cented wall.
"Good day, Freshers! I am Professor Crockwell, and I will be your Horoom teacher for the first session". Discover stories with empire
He announced, and a bit of chatter from the students caused a wave of noise that subsided as it began.
Most were wondering why the Head of a Departnt would act as their horoom teacher when they were just freshers.
Others already had a vague reason why, and very few could already co up with a conclusion for the reason.
Raph was, of course, one of these few.
Looking around the LT, he began to pinpoint the reasons.
'Seven students of the great families, five from the Imperial vassal family, one from the Imperial family and one more, a daughter of a Chieftain, and practically two Elven royalties'.
He thought to himself, his gaze narrowing as his thoughts reeled in.
'This is very different from my past life'.
In his past life, only five mbers of the great families attended, including a single Elven royalty; the Imperial vassal families were the sa, and so was the Imperial family.
'It's already enough that I have to deal with Elsie, but the purple-haired girl, what was her na again? Sop–Sora? Sophai? Sophia? Sophia!'. He concluded in his mind, his gaze fixed on a petite-looking girl with velvet hair and lilac eyes, her attention fixed on the board, and her current location would be the other end of the LT, at the back.
He had no idea of how strong she was at the mont, not to ntion her skills, but for so reason, she gave off the feeling of sorcery and the incomprehensible magic that he had only heard of. It was odd as those were the abilities of the Arcanus household.
They made use of sorcery and necromancy on the battlefield.
'Now that I think about it, the necromancy profession is pretty rare'.
As soone who has been through life once and is now going through it again, he could deduce a few things from fixing bits and pieces together to get a clearer image.
At the mont, he was aware of the Catastrophe that would occur at the end of the session, when the Arcanus household would strike and murder over a hundred from the total population of students in school.
The mysteries that surrounded the Arcanus households were broken, and nothing more was disclosed after their family disbandnt.
With all these special characters, the Academy must have seen fit to post a Head of Departnt as our horoom teacher as a thod of helping us grow and keeping us (great families) in check. However, families such as the Imperial family were in a class on their own. They had authority over the students and other lecturers who weren't on the stage of professors.
Raph turned his gaze from Sophia to the Imperial Princess, Princess adow, and two body currents, who were in the sa year as them, Cricken Royce and Rana Lana, two level 25 students on the surface, but Raph was aware of their true levels.
After all, his eyes let him easily see through most lies. It seed like the boy, Royce was actually a level 60, and the girl, Lana, was a level 65.
How they got to such high levels, when they were just 15 might not necessarily be a wonder to him, and the source of the artifact they used to hide their true levels from even the lecturers was also a wonder to him, not that he cared.
'They're weak anyways'.
He's dealt with a higher level than that, Gonzalo Jean was his first system user enemy, and he was a difficult opponent, to say the least.
With a sigh, he was about to turn back to Professor Crockwell's nonchalant speech when his eyes flickered for a mont as adow turned around to stare straight at him.
She was seated with her bodyguards at the far front, on the other side of the LT.
Her face was expressionless for a mont, but her curiosity was palpable from the intensity in her eyes.
'The fuck is this bitch staring at'. He thought to himself when the princess's face softened, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she turned away instantly.
He was left in a daze, his mind replaying the event that had just taken place, and a strange thought ford in his head.
This wasn't the first ti she responded to him as if he was speaking to her. '....can she read minds?'
"Anyways! I won't bore you any longer with my small talk!" Professor Crockwell ended his lackadaisical speech, his gaze scanning the Lecture hall.
"Before your first class begins, we will need to pick a Class Monitor. Is there anyone up for the challenge or is there soone you would wish to recomnd?"
The class beca noisy right after that. This was sothing that Raph was expecting as well, and though he was planning on changing things in his life, becoming a Class Monitor wasn't particularly one of them for now, or so he thought.
'The prefect system in the Academy cos with unnecessary responsibility, and it'll limit my freedom even more.'
There was a distinctive system of students that held prefect positions or prefect-like positions.
An example would be the Hostel Prefects; they were ten in number, five for the boy's side and five for the girl's. They were chosen during the first lecture week by the Seniors.
How they went about choosing them was still unknown to him, after all, he had a habit of avoiding prefectship as a plague in his past life.
'Maybe I'll try being a Hostel Monitor in this life though.' He thought. Unlike the rest of the Prefects, the Hall Monitors had more freedom, giving them the authority to enter any Hostels as it is their job.
Other than the Hostel Monitors, there were Socials Monitors, Club Monitors, Hall Monitors, and then the Student Body Council.
The Student Body Council acted more than just a body for specific student positions of prefects; its purpose served on a much grander sche.
Its authority could suspend, expel, and disband groups. They could penalize students on their conduct, recomnd facilities that were almost always built, as well as penalize Lecturers.
Their authority was sothing Raph was baffled by even in his past life, as how would the Headmaster willingly give such authority to the students?
It was currently made of the Student Body President, Vice president, Secretary, Treasurer, and Historian, with minor positions held for different circumstances and events within the Academy.
The current Vice president would be his sister, Rebecca Jun, and the president, surprisingly, was a familiar figure, Phestus Greenhorn.
The treasurer was also his sister, Thalia Jun, a 3rd year, while the other two, the secretary and Historian, Tiffany Kane, a level 70 Water Warlock and Roo Gutz, a level 73 Knight, respectively, were both 4th years.
'Speaking of Greenhorn'. Raph thought, ignoring the chatter occurring in the class and searching for one more individual.
'I rembered he had a brother, though it was unknown to so people,' He thought when he felt a soft breeze behind his left ear.
Flinching, he snapped towards his left, his gaze flickering with intensity as a light red covered his cheeks to find Elsie leaning in, her cheeks puffed and her body leaning in, causing her soft parts to linger on the side of his body.
"I saw you staring at the princess. Do you like princesses more than Chieftain's daughters?" She asked, her tone laced with curiosity and another emotion that her puffy cheeks couldn't hide– Jealousy.
He shook his in confusion.
"No-No, I do not! Now sit up".
Pushing her a little, he finally found so breathing room. 'Hah geez, she's too much'. He thought turning his attention away from her when he noticed the students erging from their seats to the podium.
'Oh?'
Right there, next to a white-haired boy with black eyes, was a brown-haired boy with a pair of hazelnut eyes. He exuded a cool and calculated aura around him, and his expression was a firm smile, sothing that hid the darkness within his heart.
He looked like a replica of his elder brother, and the only difference would be their deanor and, most especially, the freckles on his face.
"Oh?" He muttered, baffled by what his eyes showed him.
It was quite different, sothing that shocked him, and so, though he was an expert at maintaining his expression.
What his eyes showed him was a darkness, a darkness deep and ancient, sothing that grew within and flowed through him like a third circular system, and took the place of mana.
'Dark mana'.
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