"At Aethel Academy, we operate on a rit system,"
"Think of it as a practical demonstration of your growth and contribution to both the academy and the wider magical community."
The board shifted again, displaying a detailed breakdown of the point system.
"The rit system is the backbone of Aethel Academy's educational philosophy," he explained, gesturing to the crystal board where golden numbers materialized.
"It rewards diligence, excellence, and initiative while providing clear benchmarks for your progress."
His eyes swept across the room, making brief contact with each student.
"For graduating, there's a comprehensive points threshold system that will shape your entire academic journey here."
"Throughout each year, there is a specific threshold a student must reach before the end of a sester and the academic year. These aren't arbitrary numbers—they represent the minimum competency expected of Aethel graduates."
"These point thresholds aren't ant to be achieved through classroom activities alone. We encourage contributions to school activities, missions, and other circular activities outside of regular hours. Aethel Academy believes in integrated education. So theoretical knowledge ans little without practical application."
He tapped the board again, and a new list materialized:
"Regarding how to earn points—pay attention, as this is crucial. A student can only undertake a maximum of six subjects per sester; however, you can enroll in as many advanced units as you wish without limitation. The minimum requirent for compulsory subject entry is two."
The room fell completely silent as he began detailing the point values.
"Each standard unit completed earns you points based on your performance: 25 for a Pass, 30 for a Credit, 35 for a Distinction, and 40 for a High Distinction."
I quickly calculated in my head.
Six subjects at High Distinction would yield 240 points per sester—not even half of what was needed for the first year. Clearly, excelling in coursework alone wouldn't be sufficient.
"For advanced units, the rewards are naturally higher: 35 for a Pass, 40 for a Credit, 45 for a Distinction, and 50 for a High Distinction."
"Club activities and participation will earn you between 50 to 100 points, depending on your level of engagent and the club's prestige."
"The most significant point contributions, however, co from missions. These range from simple escort duties to complex research expeditions, and dungeon subjugation. Based on difficulty, they're categorized from E to A rank."
He tapped the board again, revealing a new chart.
"E-rank missions yield 50 points, D-rank 100, C-rank 150, B-rank 200, and A-rank 250. These missions are posted weekly on the Mission Board in the central courtyard."
The point system was more complex than I'd anticipated, but it made sense. The academy wasn't just preparing scholars; it was training future leaders, researchers, and protectors of the magical world.
"Additionally, exceptional contributions to the academy or magical breakthroughs can earn Special rit points, awarded at the discretion of faculty. These can range from 50 to 500 points depending on significance."
"Any questions before I distribute your titables?" Thornfield asked, surveying the room.
A few hands shot up, and he addressed each query with practiced efficiency.
Most questions centered around the specifics of mission assignnts or club participation—practical concerns from students already planning their point acquisition strategies.
When the questions subsided, Thornfield reached into his satchel and withdrew a stack of crystalline cards.
"These are your personalized titables. They'll adjust automatically if your schedule changes, so keep them with you at all tis."
He began moving through the rows, placing a card on each desk.
The cards themselves were marvels of magical craftsmanship—thin as parchnt but sturdy as steel, with text that seed to float just above the surface.
As each student received their titable, their expressions ranged from delight to dismay. So imdiately compared schedules with their neighbors, while others studied theirs in silence.
Elenore received hers with a gracious "Thank you, Professor," her golden eyes scanning the contents with quiet interest.
When Thornfield had distributed all but one card, he returned to the front of the classroom.
"You'll notice that your first-period classes differ based on your specializations and aptitudes. You're free to leave whenever you're ready."
The room filled with the sounds of chairs scraping and excited chatter as students gathered their belongings.
"Julian, why didn't you receive a titable?"
Elenore approached , her eyes bright with curiosity.
"I haven't selected my classes yet."
"Eh? really… Most first-years knew their choices before the term even began."
"Haha… I didn't know that, but you know this is my first day after all."
"I guess you're right,"
I didn't think she'd be asking these things it was strange that she'd stoop to talk to soone as low as .
"When you do decide, I'd like to know,"
"Why's that?"
"You're a special admissions student. Who wouldn't be curious about your plans?"
Her laughter was as light as her steps as she walked out of the room, leaving alone with Thornfield.
The professor regarded with a knowing expression.
"The principal inford you'd be without a set titable for now."
I nodded, appreciating his directness.
"For this week, you're permitted to attend any class that interests you, provided it's first or second year. Think of it as a trial period."
"And if an instructor objects?"
I already anticipated so kind of resistance from teachers given that my status and sudden arrival caught almost everyone off guard.
"Show them this."
He handed a small, black ID card that glistened ominously in the light.
"Most will recognize what it ans, but it never hurts to remind them."
"Oh and take this."
He passed a folded map.
"This should help you navigate. Keep it—it will be useful."
Thornfield gave a final nod before turning back to his papers. Taking it as my cue, I left the room.
I navigated the bustling corridors of the academy, consulting the map until I reached the Quaestor block.
The plaque outside one of the lecture rooms read 'Advanced Magical Theory session.' Exactly what I'd been searching for.
***
If there was any course that might teach sothing new, it had to be this one.
Advanced Magical Theory could provide insights beyond what I'd heard of in the original novel.
Maybe if I try hard enough, the information I learn here might help create a unique magic of my own soday.
But first, I needed to determine if these lessons were worth the investnt or if they'd be too elentary for soone like .
Though I had to be careful; even if the material was basic, I still needed to et the academy's standards to avoid expulsion.
Taking a breath, I walked through the automatic doors.
Ang…
"You got to be kidding …"
Inside, my heart sank.
Francine and Franz were already there—two figures I would have preferred to avoid.
They were basically the two colossal giants that collided almost in every arc competing for that number one spot within the honors rankings.
I found it unbelievable that Franz still managed to beat Francine given she had 81 lives to prepare for this mont.
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