"You there!" A distinct voice pierced through the air, drawing my attention. I turned to see a girl with fiery red hair fashioned into a distinctive high ponytail. Her eyes matched the crimson hue of her hair, and her slender fra exuded an air of noble elegance.
There was an unmistakable arrogance etched upon her face, an expression that seed to proclaim her superiority. One could instantly tell that she hailed from a sheltered upbringing within a wealthy noble family.
As she was attending the opening ceremony, she must have been one of the freshn entering Freljord Academy that year.
Freljord Academy--a place founded by the empire's founding emperor with the goal of providing education for talented children while dismantling the oppressive class system that had plagued the commoners. The emperor believed that through shared study and play, the future generation would forge bonds and bridge the gap between classes.
He wanted Freljord to be a place where any talented children despite their origin could get a quality education and be nurtured into good citizens.
As such year after year, alongside noble children and recomnded students from influential officials, many peasant and commoner children were given the opportunity to enter Freljord Academy. However, entry was not easily obtained.
Although entry was not restricted, not everyone could enter the Freljord Academy.
Firstly, Fees were a hurdle, as the education provided was not free unless one secured a scholarship. But even having the ans was not sufficient; the instructors set qualifications that aspiring students had to et. Moreover, the system was not always fair.
Corrupt officials, willing to exchange seats for extravagant gifts, made it even more challenging for commoners to gain admission. Over ti, the founding emperor's intentions had faded into history.
Setting aside these reflections, my attention returned to the red-haired girl who had called out to .
"Huh? Are you talking to ?"
I wondered why she, whom I had never encountered, would address in such a manner.
Looking at her appearance, I am sure that she is from so rich noble family. I had very faint mories of my academic days in my past life, so I don't rember everything clearly, so I was wondering who she is...
Red eyes, red hair...
"Are you sick sowhere?"
She asked pointing at my head.
I don't know what she ant by that but asking if my head is alright as soon as we t... I wanted nothing more than to hit smack her head.
But so gear in my head turned just before I could lose my patience.
Red hair....Red Eyes...Arrogant expression...
Wait a minute, I might know she is after all.
"Julia..."
Confusion filled her expression as she responded, "Huh?"
"Julia von Rozental!"
"Huh?! Do you know ?"
Oh crap!
I was so surprised to recognize her that I blurted out her na without much thought!I think you should take a look at
Julia von Rozental-- the only daughter of Duke Leopold Von Rozental, one of the two dukes of the Mauryan Empire, and the direct disciple of Sylvia Oriane, the esteed tower master of the Tower of Temperance.
"How do you know my na?" Julia inquired, her curiosity piqued.
It took so ti to recognize her because I had a very faint mory of my academic days but I finally realized who she.
Julia von Rozental, the undying Phoenix and the Archmage of Endless Fire.
She was the youngest archmage of all ti and a person who reached the peak of 8 stars in my previous life.
If it isn't for the fact that she was injured by the Black Dragon, Murkhan, She would have long reached the realm of 9 Star and surpassed the great Sages of the Mauryan empire.
Realizing my slip of tongue, I hastily responded, "Your entrance score was at the top of the class. There's no way any freshn wouldn't be aware of your na."
Though it sounded like an excuse, it held a grain of truth. Julia had excelled in the entrance exams, securing the highest score among all freshn, making her na well-known among her peers.
"Well, that's true," Julia admitted, a faint smile gracing her lips despite her attempts to conceal it.
Was it so easy to deceive the Archmage of Endless Fire?
Curiosity got the better of as I questioned, "Why did you ask if I was sick?"
Even if she is the future archmage, It was indeed strange to ask a complete stranger about their well-being, especially concerning their ntal state.
"You've been talking to yourself and making various expressions since earlier. I was wondering if you had any ntal disorders or sothing," Julia explained matter-of-factly.
I had been so consud by the shock of my rebirth that I had forgotten I was in an auditorium surrounded by thousands of people. She must have witnessed my contemplative state.
Nevertheless, her words didn't sit well with . "You should mind your own business," I retorted, refusing to remain silent before this sheltered child.
A future archmage or whatever, right now, she was just a brat, I was not going to stay silent in front of a sheltered kid like her.
"It's very rare for crazy bastards to be admitted to Freljord. Everyone here is around my level, but I've never seen soone as insane as you," Julia spewed her words with an infuriating mix of arrogance and condescension.
'What the hell! Is she really a noble?'
I couldn't help but think. Her rudeness was unparalleled, even surpassing my experiences as a hardened rcenary. It was absurd how a re child could provoke such anger within .
'What the hell am I doing? Getting angry due to a child's provocation?'
But then, a realization struck . I laughed, a mixture of disbelief and self-amusent bubbling up from within. How could I, soone who had weathered countless trials and tribulations, be rattled by the provocations of a brat?
Her eyes narrowed, sensing my amusent. "Are you laughing?... By any chance, are you a pervert who enjoys being cursed at?" she quipped, her tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her audacity. "No, not a pervert," I replied, my amusent shining through. "I'm simply amused at your self centered arrogance."
The corner of her mouth twitched, caught between maintaining her dignified facade and succumbing to a smile. Perhaps she wasn't accustod to encountering soone who could match her sharp tongue.
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