A few days after that, today was the day when the results of the written exam could be seen. I'm with Tutte, and I'm looking through two pieces of parchment about size A4 stuck out on a white wall near the entrance in the bickering room.
"Yes, ma'am. Looks like the lady's in fifth place."
"Uh-huh, I was aiming for about 10th place. Now, well, given what I've been up to, I didn't take first place or anything, so let's say good."
When Tütte found my name from the sticky paper and read through the rankings written there, I was horrified but dissatisfied with the fact that it was slightly different from the ranking I had expected. Nevertheless, since it has been so far, I can't say luxury because on the day I took God's prank to first place, I was almost in a difficult state of practice, writing, and top grades together. Well, as a matter of fact, it might have been easier for me to take first place to see the results of the number one person this time.
(Well, I even thought about making the writing one do different grades, but if it meant I didn't do better than Zach, you targeted the top one because I, what, wasn't going to get back on my feet)
And so on, and while I think very rude of him, I flush through and read the stranded ranking chart, and the name I see stops in my eyes. Safina was above inside and Zach was clearly in a faster order to count from below.
"Huh... am I here, well, as expected"
As I was delayed in my thoughts, I leaked my voice into a sigh mix from the side, distracted my gaze from the sticking paper, and a nagging safina appeared.
"Well, it's above average, and it's good. He's the best in real life."
To the disappointing Safina. When I call to comfort myself by looking at you, she was nagging, waking her head and smiling as if she had regained a little energy. I was quite relieved because I have also heard that Safina's advancement has become decisive in this matter. For the record, "Arr" has been treated as dropping out or not because of the overlap of unauthorized absences since the Games and did not attend this exam, well, I am certain that next year's progression is already hopeless. It doesn't matter to me...
"Yeah, well, we're kind of more about practical skills."
"You should study more"
You were listening to our interactions, and the man in Worst 10th didn't even show a bad bareback, and I'm going to put my arms together in front of my chest and protest Zach with half an eye.
"But it's amazing, Master Mary. It's too perfect to win with practical skills and even take fifth place in writing."
"Oh, no, that's not true."
I shrugged her praise from the bottom of my heart, without any humility or anything, half a step away from making those emerald eyes shine and flee the gaze of Safina as if to see even in longing.
"Well, if I hadn't slept in two weeks, I'd have taken first place."
"Huh? Who said that?"
Whereas rumors are starting to come up again, I get unexpectedly wary and hear back to find Zach's sources.
"Senior Carlis"
(That seniors... ku, do the extra thing)
On second thought, I was studying the old questionnaire from one end, with the help of Senior Carlis, in order to finish my written exam at the top of my grades. I could also easily imagine the conclusion that Senior Carlis, the fanatic commentator who watched it, would make such an afterthought, and I dropped my shoulder disappointingly and gave up resisting the rumors. One of the factors behind this tournament was the fact that I was reminded that things would get worse if I moved poorly.
"Oh, really. Mary's in fifth place, that's amazing."
"If Senior Carlis was right, he would have taken first place, but because of your body..."
Surrounded by everyone from the same school year who came together at some point, they come to entertain me with their mouths. Think about it, everyone around me had already begun to impress me tremendously since I created that changeball misconception. It's a good level to say the least.
When I tried to do something, everyone was worried that I was sitting there because I would do it, that I wasn't tired, that I wasn't forced, and that I was in an overprotective state. That's amazing already, so much so that when Tütte, who was supposed to be here to take care of him, loses his job, he mourns when he gets home.
(This is no good. This pattern is the one that's going to ruin me. We need to do something.)
I feel like I'm going to live with Tütte as a child and show her again the full no-good humanity of being totally dependent on her, and I want to get out of this state somehow, and I've been acting for a long time, but before this, if I try to appeal to everyone how energetic I am to see where I'm okay, lift and shake a lot, I know, don't force it, everyone just looks at this one with tender eyes and snorts, and when I look closely, I look away from my gaze, and I hide my mouth, at the beginning and end of even a young lady who is about to cry out.
(That said, if you show him everything you can, not a half-way force, then this misconception will clear up in no time... but if you do that, now it sucks, maybe you won't treat me like a human being)
Going home and consulting a lot with Tütte ended up with this conclusion, and without being able to do anything, today, time was running out to this day.
"Master Mary? What's the matter, are you not in good health?
Safina glances in to worry about me for so long that I give up my thoughts and wake up.
"Uh, yeah, it's okay."
"You should take your seats, everyone, clear the way"
As I wave my hand sideways to deny it, someone in my class says something like that, and the crowd that was gathering in front of the stickers splits into two parts with Sahr.
"Lady Mary."
And everyone gives way.
"Oh, thank you"
(Ah... I want to get out of this situation)
I responded with a slightly tight smile to everyone's good intentions and left this place while Safina took me.
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Then, a few more days later, as usual, I finish my class and when I come back to the bickering room with a tutte, I run into Dr. Ikes in front of the bickering room.
"Just fine, Regalia. The dean wants to talk to you. Follow me."
That's all I'm saying, she walks out the hallway with Stasta without waiting for my reply. What about me? With Mark over my head, as well? Face to face with Tutte floating Mark. Tilting his neck, Dr. Ikes rushed him and followed her in a hurry.
Once we left the school building, we walked down the cobbled streets of the large courtyard, aiming to reach the clock tower that stood just ahead. I never knew it before, but when I looked it up because the school director came out about my father, how dare you say he has a room on the top floor of that clock tower. I open my mouth and look up at that high clock tower that keeps getting closer and closer. Nevertheless, that tower, which is not of such an extraordinary height as the Tokyo Tower, but only about five stories tall by analogy in the building, has existed since the beginning of the school's construction and is a substitute for quite a few years in. The school buildings around them are often about three floors tall, so it would seem that they would fall into a sufficiently high category if they were fumbled around.
Follow Dr. Ikes, and when we get to the front of that clock tower, he looks up again, leaking his voice. The square building, nicely laid down by stone bricks, was fitted with a large dial above it, with two large iron needles. The size had drained my liver, but more than that, my concern now was the effort to climb this tower to the top floor.
"What are you doing, this way"
As I look up like a fool and scowl, Dr. Ikes stops in front of the entrance and looks back at me and urges me, so I rush over to her.
Once inside, the first thing that came into my eye was the mechanical appearance of a number of large gears meshing in the center. This leaks my voice again and I look up. We follow Dr. Ikes and climb up a staircase that looks large enough in two rows next to the one built on the wall, glued along the wall, and further up the mechanical room.
It was different from the previous one, and it became a room with nothing made of stone bricks, with a spiral staircase nearby, and a room further up. I didn't realize it was because of the mechanical setup, but when nothing disappeared, the spacing of this tower turned out to be quite wide.
As Dr. Ikes walks straight up the stairs without resting if he is still going up a bit, sigh and I go up the spiral stairs and enter the lifelike room at once.
The bookcase is arranged with unevenness on the wall, and the precisely woven carpet is laid on the floor with bright colors depicting a design similar to the geometric pattern. The ceiling was also high, with a blow-out structure upstairs and no ceilings between the second and first floors, instead there were only stairs divided from left to right from the spiral staircase where we were. Imaginarily a library room overlooking the first and second floors.
"Wait here, I'll get the school director"
With that said, Dr. Ikes left us and walked up the stairs, naturally we were following him with our gaze, without even knowing that there was a suspicious shadow looming behind us.
Munyu!
"Hmm, this is a bloat you can expect in the future."
"Hiahhh!
I looked back in a hurry as Tütte, who had refrained behind me, screamed strangely, wondering if her developing double hills had been rubbed from behind by something from above the maid's clothes.
"Become!"
When I'm rigid on too many events, something passes from behind me this time with tremendous momentum.
"What are you doing, you horny prick?"
Needless to say, she came from behind me, Dr. Ikes, and she pulled out the sword she had been wearing on her hips, pointing that cut at a disrespectful man who was shaming behind Tütte.
"This is what you, Ikes, look like and you're the school director. Pick a word."
"There's no word to choose for a woman's enemy, just get away"
Pressed by Dr. Ikes' genuine aura, the person behind Tütte leaves her as I glance at the way things are going. There was an old man in a lavish robe there. The face, engraved with wrinkles reminiscent of his long age, still gave him a lively feel, and he had a very impressive white moustache and jawbeard as long as the grey hair stretched down below his shoulder. If it only gives you one difficulty, do you mean the sight feels somewhat nasty?
Freed from the old man, Tütte rushes to hide behind me in tears, and I get up to shelter her.
"Ho ho ho, you don't have to be so vigilant. That was a little greeting earlier."
With a seemingly well-deserved smile on his face, the school director stood between us and the school director as he stroked his accumulated beard, Dr. Ikes laying his sword in a sigh mix.
"Um, Dr. Ikes"
"I know what you're trying to say, Regalia. This is Fortona Fturlica, the director of the school that binds this Altria school."
I don't know what it is, and when I try to ask Dr. Ikes for an explanation, she gives me an introduction to the old man, with a heartbroken face. I feel like I saw it once at the entrance ceremony, but I didn't remember it at all because I was fighting the sleeper. Sleep magic then? than the surprise that the cause now stands before me. I am surprised by his name, which was introduced.
"What! What Fturlica?"
"Yeah, I'm ashamed, he's my grandfather."
Magilka came down here shaking her blonde vertical roll looking sorry from the back of the upstairs part to respond to my surprise.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Before my comprehension could follow, I went on and on talking around, and since everyone was going upstairs, I decided to follow for now as I tidied up my head.
Whether the upstairs part was a reception and work room, two large sofas were available with a long desk designed with exquisite wood carvings and a table pinned in front of the chair. If you look closely, a large cloth with an embroidered Altria School badge hangs behind its long desk.
Me and Magilka sat on one couch, Dr. Ikes sat on the couch across the street, and the school director sat on his chair. Tütte is out of his seat to prepare his tea, and furthermore, next to Dr. Ikes, a handsome middle-aged man sits down and looks at this one with a soft face. In Magilka's introduction, I was informed that he was the grandmaster of Arrayos, and more and more I was unable to grasp things.
"Well, Mary,"
"Honey?"
I overhear the mild words of the school director blowing away the bitter air.
"I called you here for a little consultation."
The gaze of my protest was also gently shed, and I decided to give up and listen to the school director, who smiled and proceeded to speak.
"What is it?
"Let's just get straight to it, Mary. Kimi, why don't you start integrating into Arrayos next year?
It was too straightforward, and I had a poker face.