Between the walls and the main building of the school, there is a garden, dotted with benches, fountains, etc.
College is probably the closest thing I can imagine.
Those who sit on the bench and bicker and those who bother surrounding the book with them.
Take that look of the student seniors sideways into the school, and I enter the knighthood classroom that appears on the map.
When I go inside, few people are there because I still have time until class starts.
About the size of a middle classroom in college.
A popular spot for unscrupulous students in college.
Arrange a window seat at the back of the classroom.
I'm also free to just wait for the lecture to begin, so I'll read the exorcism book that Brother Bertrand gave me.
It's more professional than what they taught me at the Royal Palace.
That's what upper classes in the school's Wizarding Department learn.
It's mainly magic to challenge the dungeon, but most of it is just magic that doesn't presuppose the presence of an avant-garde.
I don't consider swordsmen or other jobs more than that.
Flame magic that could burn out the companions around each enemy.
A magical formation that manipulates a stream of water that is likely to crush to pieces.
I wonder if it's all sorcery that needs several magicians and other things that are unlikely to be used in real life.
Nevertheless, the theory itself seems useful to me from now on, so I stick it to my head as much as possible.
That's how I concentrated for a while. I shadowed the book I read.
"Ah? Why are you in a knight's class?"
A man who looks like he's messing with everything if he looks up.
Blue eyes on silver hair.
If that look alone means you're from a northern country.
He creases between his eyebrows and looks at me without concealing how uncomfortable it is.
Oh? You're selling fights, Cora.
I look back through my glasses unexpectedly.
"Oh? What the hell, Cora? Are you fucked, Cora?"
I've been staring further at whether I was unresponsive (but not unresponsive).
So I smile so I can see.
"Can't you see the crest on my chest? Isn't that why knights aren't for you? You miss monster moves in such a pit, don't you?
".................. cola!!?"
"Ha! Thousands of laughs, such as judging people by their appearance. What, are you gonna check my swordsmanship with that now? Hmm?"
Blue bars ran on the piki and the opponent's crotch.
If I kept my gaze running around, it seemed like a lot of time had passed before I realized it, and there were quite a few students in the classroom.
All that gaze is pouring on me and the man in front of me.
"Ho ho......? With that weak flesh? Are you trying to deal with me?!? Ahhh!!?"
"Oh, come on, man, when you jump, you stink of dwarves, so don't do it."
The more provocative they are, the worse their expression gets.
"Superior, Cora. I'll cut you to death."
"Shall I name you? You'd want to know the name of the man who defeated you, wouldn't you?
"Artur Sheeshkin. Good for you? I know the name of the man who will defeat me."
"Huh? Sea chicken? Tuna or fish? Don't think fish can beat humans, Cora?
As I stood up and hung up with him, the door to the classroom opened.
"Ooh, ooh. Freshmen this year have a lot of strength."
The voice of a calm adult man echoes in the classroom.
A magnificent man stood at the entrance if he turned to you.
But if you look at that chest, it's obvious that he's a teacher.
A ring of grass and flowers surrounding the same dragon crest as ours.
"But I can't even introduce myself to this. Both of you, about your seats."
"Ahhh!? I don't care until I punch this guy!
I don't know how much you care if I stir you up, but sea chicken can stand against teachers.
"Excuse me, Professor. I was upset when this guy yelled at me for the first time. I'll be quiet."
"Aaah!? temeh, what a good boy, kola!?"
As it turns out earlier, the sea chicken that made me run even bluer when I lowered my hips in an obedient manner turns.
In contrast, if I smiled silently without opening my mouth, as I said to my teacher earlier, they would start to get even more exasperated.
And when I reached out to grab my chest barn, it was whispered by some other hand.
"I told you to take a seat. Artur Sheeshkin"
The sea chicken, which was grabbed so hard that the sound of the guillotine and bones seemed to be heard by me, blued its face.
"Well, it would be hard to just jizz about your seat if you had that much blood, wouldn't it? Joint responsibility, Rye Ortnek, Artur Sheeshkin. Both names go to the training ground. And so are the other students. Quickly, but can it be your strength now?
The teacher's eyes opened with a smile on his face.
"Knowing our weaknesses is another learning. Come on, move it."