The Carreria School is one of the best educational institutions in the country, founded from the Ministry of Childhood to Graduate School.
Unlike educational institutions for ordinary people who have to go outside to work while attending school to help them become operational or young, they provide a thorough place to study, and there are quite a few exams, etc. regarding further education. Most of all, it is true that only schools attended by aristocrats, however low the score, can be managed with donations.
As a result of such a well-funded style of operation, the current Carreria School was in the exact boiling situation of aligning itself from a dumb aristocratic bonbong to a brainy, literal martial arts heirloom.
- Take a patchwork over academic achievement and contend with donations over exam scores. More importantly, this is a miniature version of the social arena through which parents make connections.
But if you're in college on a boulder, you don't talk about it.
Those who are not heirs or even have excellent head capacity will be returned to their parents with the graduation of the High Ministry, and some of them will even be married to good houses found while in school. Among other things, the number of female students has fallen to nearly half, and some of the male students are shaken up by college entrance.
- Anyway, the sieve is also the result of the exam and the donation, which is also largely biased by the specific gravity -
However, the total number is no different from that of the Higher Department, as children from vulnerable aristocracy and merchants are entering school.
There are also patterns of weak aristocrats who can't get him on the escalator, but want to "foil him at the end of his education," or a house that pushes him into the search for his daughter's good fortune, or even his daughter, who was returned from the daughter-in-law's destination, and pushes him to school for just a few years.
Of course, few are forced financially to move on to a succession that they can't really expect in terms of brains......
It is precisely chaos. That chaos may be higher than in the higher places because the difference in identity opens up more.
Within such a university department, there is a class that brings together only those who are not influenced by financial strength and excellence.
Called the "special class", it is a so-called elite group of people who have a sense of consciousness and talent as a trace of a famous family, who want its seat, who want scholars, etc., and who are overflowing with upliftment and have excellent brains.
Of course, classes taught in university departments are more challenging than in other classes, such as the history and practices of neighboring countries, imperial studies, and, at the end of the day, a wide variety of languages with foreign diplomacy in view, and it is said that 30% will fall off by graduation. On the other hand, graduating from the special class was a kind of status among the nobles, which was also regarded as a special status that could not be bought with gold.
"Ugh... I dropped my special class..."
is Alicia, who weakly items the acceptance results into her hands.
By contrast, Mary and Patrick, who were already convinced of their passing in self-scoring, were not happy or proud, but were smoothly soaking tea.
"Naturally, there's no way my country daughter can go to an elite special class because she's studied three years in the high school. It's like a future scholar, or a successor, trying to kick his brothers down."
"Yes...... but you all passed, didn't you? Awesome."
"I'm a trail to the Dice family, and I deserve it. Or Addy, you passed, too."
"Yeah, 'cause I'm going to let you go to school as your daughter's squire, and when the class leaves, you don't have an ex or a kid."
"... you sure do"
I see, Patrick, who responded badly with a broken tooth while speaking, then turned his gaze to Mary.
She is naturally also a special class. That also beats Patrick's score in the entrance exam, which was taken as a class selection, and the highest score in history, rather than the first place in the school year.
She thought that far and Patrick called Mary's name when she was flustered in and out of second to tenth place in the high school year as if playing......
"Mary, you're in a special class, too."
"Yes, I do. I thought academic pride was better than financial pride."
"... is that all? Maybe you're after the Alberts' heir.
At present, the succession is basic (...).
But not all the oldest sons of the house are superior, and some of them have better second sons and third sons, and at the end of the day, daughters have better talents as the masters. Given the future prosperity of the house, it's not a big deal, such as the age difference of a few years, and it's not often that the second son or later pushes his eldest brother to succeed...... Of course, my eldest brother can't be pushed away in silence, but he resists gathering allies and asking for help elsewhere. It's an internal circumstance that makes it unknown to the public, but every house has a serious and dreary inheritance problem.
Rather, it is so rare for the peace of the House of Dice to have an excellent eldest son and also a second or third son to acknowledge it and be in a cooperative system.
By the way, the Albert family has twin boys seven years older than Mary.
Although they are both impeccably superior as Albert family traces, it was always Patrick's thought that Mary was better than that...
Mary is a woman, but considering that, her talent is enough to push her brothers away. Sometimes it's hard to run oddly, but that's the same for them.
But we heard Patrick, and he shook his head to the side that it was no joke.
"What are you talking about? We have brothers. There's no way I'm going to succeed you."
"No, but there are people in the special class who want to follow after their second son. I was wondering if Addy and I were going to have an inheritance fight."
"No way! I'm studying because I wish I could help my husbands. I'm not even thinking of doing this to the Alberts!
I haven't even thought about it, Patrick sighed at both of them denying it altogether. That, of course, is because I know how difficult it is for a special class, a class where those who carry houses or try to kick down their brothers and turn them into their identities challenge them with ambition.
Even so, I get in on one or "I want to help the Albert family" for the reason that I say "I'm bragging about studying is better yet". What can I say without saying I don't have this?
"Mary, you can do it. If you want to do it, you'll be able to pick up the Alberts."
"I often don't do things like they say," If you do it, you can do it. "
"... right, that's who you are. Miss Mary Albert missed the answer after being second in the school year as a result of Careless Smith (...) on the graduation test"
"That's the thing. Dear Patrick Dice, who scores full on the graduation test and reads the answer. I'm glad you're as good as I thought you were."
Hehe, and to Mary, who laughs elegantly, Patrick also returns with a good looking smile.
If you can't even hear what the conversation is about, what a good fit and a bickering of a beautiful man and woman like a painting.... only if you don't even hear the conversation.
Addy and Alicia, the only ones at a distance who could hear the conversation, were reading the paperwork for further education when they said it was the same.
The university raised its hands and, on the contrary, said, "Here's the whole process!" And unlike Mary and Patrick, who welcome enrollment, both Addy and Alicia come from common people and have to go through one cumbersome procedure at a time.
Alicia laughed tiny as she had such a seemingly graceful lunch break.
"This is how I can spend time with you in college."
"... Alicia"
To Alicia, who speaks happily, I call her by her name whenever Addy says something. But I heard Mary cough, which sounded like a cohon at the inch, and swallowed up the words that went out.
Neither Alicia nor Patrick have noticed that interaction.
That's how Mary stood up and said, "Can I help you, if you'll excuse me," and after the scene, Addy had no choice but to follow her husband sideways with Alicia, who seemed happy.
"Will it really fall..."
and Addy spoke to Mary walking next door hours after a long lunch break.
Classes are over, and I'm on my way to the courtyard - a bicycle storage place named - to get home early because I don't have anything else to do.
To ask her squire, Mary glanced at Chira without stopping.
"I need you to be that way"
I only answered.
I would have difficulty responding if asked if it was going well, but Mary's purpose hasn't changed one thing from the beginning. Alicia, who presents herself as a princess at the graduation ceremony, causes a moderate fall to the Albert family.
Most obviously, Alicia had a crush on Mary, and Mary the boulder felt it.
Like the other day, Alicia filled her adorable basket with tons of handmade croquettes and said, "Mary, let's play!" and raided the Albert family with a brainy greeting… so much so that they came to visit.
I'd rather not feel this on a boulder than talk about it. Even Mary, who is too oblivious to the mediocre friendship that lives as a courtier of the Albert family, thinly perceives it.
This is obviously not like how the game works.
If the game is as remembered, at this stage Alicia should even be afraid of Mary and Mary should also have a humiliating hatred of Alicia. The two more polar positions of the former should have created a groove by the time it was already irreparable at this stage.
There is no way that we can have fun talking about going to school while drinking tea… etc.
Or so, if you ask me if I deviated from the story of the game, that's not the same again.
It is the relationship between Mary and Alicia that goes the opposite of "Dralogy," but the reverse story is firmly following the muscles of "Dralogy."
At the night club Patrick escorted Mary and then his engagement story went up with him. Besides, at the other date event, the student council officers showed up downtown even though they weren't even close to Alicia.
It is precisely the Patrick route in 'Dralogy' if you name it by omitting the details as bullets. On the contrary, Alicia and Patrick's words were occasionally as the game's dialogues put it, and Mary even felt the creeps like Dejav.
This world is not just 'dralogy' as it is.
Still, my days are going according to the story of "Dralogy".
"So, the Alberts..."
"We'll just wait for the final referee when we get here, whether we move on or not as the game's story suggests.... but it looks like you still have a job."
"Work, is it?
"Yeah, it's an important job to move the last big trick."
At the end of Mary's gaze, who tells him so, was Alicia's figure floating a question mark overhead at the desk of the office.