Rye Ortnek.
My new name.
I just shrunk Rymond because the name can't react to it softly when they call it too different.
Ortonek, can you tell if it's Roman?
"ORTNEC"
Read from the opposite.
"CENTRO"
Become Centro with Italian pronunciation.
It's simple, but there's no Roman in this world, so we have to.
The name resembles a prince because he was born the same year, so I thought I'd grace him.
When they call me by my family name, my reaction is delayed because I'm from the country and have a strong sense of each other and don't call me by my family name.
I can't, I can't.
It's okay, it's okay.
This time I live in a furnished student dorm rented by the school for students.
Toilet, kitchen is co-located. Laundry is provided in a courtyard with a washing area and a drying area.
It is a three-story mouth-shaped building with a joint speis on the upper periphery. The lower area is the entrance and the blowout to the third floor.
It's the shape of a room lining the left and right sides.
I'm at the far end of the third floor, room 301.
By the way, there are three stairs in the building.
One point at a time at the contact between the lower and vertical sides. And it's one in the middle of the upper side.
By the way, my room is just up the stairs on the left.
In the meantime, I took back two bags with clothes and groceries for the time being, and I started going up the stairs.
"Hey, here it is. Well, I appreciate the corner room, even though it's close to the stairs."
The door to room 302, next to me, opened when I tried to insert and open the key that had been opened beforehand.
Are you a freshman?
I was spoken to by a man with glasses with olive hair.
Would I be about two or three years older than me?
"Nice to meet you, I'm Oliver. Are you a magician, too?
I reach out, too, to take his hand, which I've been offering softly with a friendly laugh.
"Nice to meet you, Oliver. But I'm not a magician, I'm a chivalry...?
My own hand, which I definitely held to grab his hand, cuts empty.
When I wondered and dropped my gaze from his face at hand, his hand was lifted up a little so that I could not shake it.
"Um, Oliver?
"Knights? Not a commerce department, not a technology department?
"Oh, yeah, but..."
"Hmm."
That's all Oliver said, eventually he went straight back to the room next to me without shaking hands.
"Oh, what was that, that"
Without saying anything, I carry my stuff into my room and quietly unpack it.
The school has no particular uniform.
No, but I put on something so that I know each subject and major like a school badge so that I know where I belong.
For example, if you're in the Knights family, it's a dragon charm.
A millennial tree if you are a magician, an open eye in social humanities, a crystal of gems in commerce, and a gear in technology.
Upon ascending to the high place, the crest is surrounded by a twist, and if recognized as a professor, flowers bloom in its twist.
I'm a year in chivalry, so it's a very ordinary charm with a dragon painted on it.
By the way, the Department of Social Humanities is a department that learns about history, literature, etc. about magic, technology, and non-commerce.
It is not considered to be something to learn when it comes to agriculture or pastoralism, and when it comes to medicine, it comes to white magic that branches out of the Magic Master's Department.
There is no such discipline in this world in the first place when it comes to geography and science subjects.
Geography is thought to be enough with maps, and when it comes to science, no one is important hiding behind magic.
Well, magic permeates everywhere in my life for that matter.
"Glowing plants instead of electricity. Demon stones instead of appliances. It's ecological in a way."
Demonic stones, such as those used in the demonic traditions used in the Kingdom of Centro, are the same as so-called fossils, the result of years of continuous compression of the magic in the earth.
Thousands, tens of thousands of years and accumulating magic little by little, so it's almost for life.
The amount that can be picked for that matter is not easy to distribute to the public.
It is the core that can be taken from demons that is distributed to the public as a substitute.
The adventurer's main source of income is now, and the stronger the demon, the higher the magic power contained in this core.
Especially just to say it's cheaper than Demon Stone. The Demon Core also tends to be worth it there.
So the lighting in my new home is dragonballs.
It can be used as lighting semi-permanently unless it withers, although you need to take care of it.
"It's really convenient."
Clean up the room to some extent and remind me of Oliver, whom I met earlier.
"Even so, why did you change your attitude so much just because you said chivalry?
The attitude that was friendly changed.
I didn't hear anything in particular from Brother Bertrand, but surprisingly, there may be troublesome issues rolling around the school as well.
Look, there are "because there are so many people in that department" and "because there are so many people who cause problems" when the same school has different disciplines, and that kind of prejudice creates friction, right?
What if that was happening in the school, in the Wizard and Knight disciplines?
"Very, very troublesome"
End of the line.
I had originally taught my brother Bertrand magic, and I know I don't have as much sword talent as Master Currillos.
Then we have to use both swords and magic, both of them.
Yet, what is conflict?
"Extremely cumbersome"