After Aira escaped from the group, the group task went smoothly enough to overshadow any concerns.
Originally, it was said that the loach muddled the water, and when the loach disappeared, the cloudy water naturally became clear.
As I always said, the task itself was enough for me, but since this was a group task, I worked hard on it. If Benjamin and Leona came up with a plausible hypothesis, I would refute or flesh it out.
Thanks to this, a very satisfactory result was obtained. Of course, I was in charge of the presentation myself, because I only gave flesh to the hypotheses they put together.
"But didn't you say that Xenon's biography wasn't interesting?
"Everyone, shut up! I was just curious about what's next!"
When Benjamin was away, he was able to talk with Leona in various ways. She could see that she was the only one who reads Zeno's biography with pleasure.
The twitching ears above my head every time I got excited was a little annoying, but Leona only showed her true face when she was with me, so it wasn't a big problem.
"Are you really good at presenting? If it's hard, I can do it."
Leona, who calmed her excitement for a moment, asked me with her characteristic cynical tone. She crossed her arms and looked intently, but there was a mixture of concern and concern in her eyes.
I don't know if you don't trust me or if I'm sorry that I even took charge of the presentation. Still, Leona's personality is presumed to be the latter.
"I can do it. Trust me. Or would you like to try it?"
"Okay. Tomorrow is the announcement day, and I'm going to do it now. Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah. See you tomorrow."
When Leona left waving her hand, I also waved her hand off to see him off. The place where Leona and I had been until recently was a rare place, so we could have a conversation without a hitch.
After a while, I saw that Leona's figure had disappeared and moved on. I must have done a final check, and in my spare time, I plan to relax and write.
'I wish I could be in 3rd grade soon. At that time, the time will be generous."
I return to my dorm and throw myself into bed, thinking about the future. As Professor Beerus explained at the time of the first class, up to the second year, students must achieve a certain score or higher to be promoted to the next year.
However, in the third year, you just have to choose the major you want to focus on and focus on that major. This is the information that I learned at the same time when I visited Professor Beerus separately on Monday of last week to accuse her of Aira's condition.
If up to 2nd year high school and university were combined, from 3rd year onwards, you are a college student selling only one subject. You don't need grades or anything like that, and you focus on your major to get good grades.
'What am I…'
Of course, history is the goal. There is no other major in the world more interesting than history.
As soon as I entered my third year, I wanted to quickly write Zeno's biography and write the next one. A modern thing that would be treated as a fantasy in this world.
Instead, it deals with the tragic history of war, so there will be no heroic deeds like Zeno's biography.
'no. no. Rather than thinking about the next work, let's focus on Xenon's life for now.'
If you touch it even once, it could turn into an octopus foot. If that happens, there is a risk that the quality of the work will deteriorate, so it is better to focus on Xenon's life right now.
Of course, if there are two books left until the end, I plan to slowly establish the setting. then it will be fine
'…When you think like this, you should write it.'
It's not worth the time to sit around like this. Recently, Ira's problem and there are not one or two areas to be concerned about, so I was a little tired, but tolerable.
Above all, if I close my eyes now, I think I will wake up tomorrow morning. Wouldn't it be better to finish at least one part and go to sleep?
He pulled his weary body and sat down at his desk. Manuscript papers that had been written before leaving the dorm were neatly stacked on the desk.
'Are they doing all right?'
While injecting mana into the magic pen, I suddenly remembered a great exchange party. The first day looked pretty good, but as time went on, I could clearly see cracks.
Lina, who always had a relaxed expression, changed to an expressionless expression, and Cecily's expression, which was bright every time she looked at me, suddenly darkened. Marie, well, she was half giving up, and sometimes she burst into laughter.
Above all, the person who stood out the most was undoubtedly Jackson. Jackson, who was struggling to somehow make a relationship, is starting to get annoyed with them.
Furthermore, he sometimes looked at me with envy (!). You can roughly guess how serious it is.
Maybe it was a big burn while doing the group assignments. In the first place, it is a combination that cannot be mixed unless it is mixed like water and oil.
'It's a little pitiful. We only have one…'
Jureuk-
I didn't think about it, and fluid ran out of my nose. I got out of my thoughts and put my hand on the chin. It felt a little sticky.
With a hopeful feeling, when I took my hand off, bright red blood came out on my hand. it was coffee
I said I was tired today, and it seemed like my body had sent a warning.
drip- drip-
As I stared blankly at the nosebleed on my hand, blood started dripping onto the manuscript. I was startled and hurriedly put away the manuscript.
Fortunately, it was buried at the edges rather than in the center, so the catastrophe of rewriting the manuscript was prevented. Still, I need to quickly cover my nose.
"Huh, toilet paper…"
It seemed that I had to take a break from writing today.
*****
Time passed and the day of the announcement came. It means that the end of the group task, which had a lot of talk and difficulties, is near.
"Hey, are you all ready?"
"I've done it all."
"Huh. Okay? Okay. I'm the manager, so if you apologize, I'll accept it again…"
"Damn it."
And just before class started, Aira came over and was blatant, but once again sweared at me.
When I swear, Marie, sitting next to me, looked at me with a surprised expression, but she didn't care.
Where are you going to put a spoon on someone else's table in the context of overturning the table by yourself? Ira's unimaginable shamelessness seemed to make me nauseous, so I couldn't stand it if I didn't swear.
"You…! You really wait! I'm going to send a letter to my real dad!"
"Do whatever you feel like."
Anyway, after that, Ira went back to her place, leaving only the words that she would regret it. I looked at her back with her short legs and shook her head.
How the hell do you have to eat it to come out like that? In other ways, she is a greater woman than Jackson.
"Did you fight him?"
As I sighed inwardly, Marie next to me asked a question. The question was full of doubts.
To this, I answered her in a calm voice without even looking at her. No matter how much I thought about it, my anger soared at her audacity.
"We fought. He said things he shouldn't have said."
"What did you say?"
"A few weeks ago, my brother joined the Navy. And she's the daughter of Marquis Martius. You know what I mean?"
"I think soon."
Even after I said that Marie nodded as if she understood. Hagi is such a famous family, it's strange that Marie doesn't know about it.
I looked at her nodding and asked in a curious voice. She was worried that she might even disrespect the soldiers like she did Aira.
"Marie. What do you think of soldiers?"
"Huh? Why?"
"The reason I fought Aira was because of my brother, but I treated soldiers like guard dogs. I wonder if all nobles are like that."
Of course, I don't think Marie had such a mindset. But she was concerned that most aristocrats other than Marie would think so.
Right now, the daughter of a military family is talking nonsense like that, but I had no idea what the other nobles would do.
And Marie frowned and said in a tone of sincerity.
"…Are you crazy? If you said that, would you force me to enlist?"
"Are you going to force me to enlist?"
"Yes. It is one of the famous bees among our nobles. If a nobleman's child insults a soldier, his parents forcefully enlist him. It's stipulated by law, so even being a noble has no meaning."
That's a very novel yet effective punishment. If you're a military veteran, you know how terrifying the bees Marie mentioned are.
Because you will know how warm your home is, how nice your family and society are, and finally, how horrible the military is.
Also, since there are no smartphones or TVs in this world, there will be many absurdities. There is no more effective punishment than the children of noble families who grew up with plants in the greenhouse.
"What if the parents, not the children, insult the soldiers?"
"There are very few cases like that, but it's probably not going to look good. And if the Matius family's daughter insulted the soldiers, the repercussions would be huge. "
Enlist in the military… I think that would be really fun. Sooner or later, even a child might feel the heartache on the second day of the training camp.
I groaned, wishing that moment would come sooner rather than later. You'll have to suffer once to calm down.
"Anyway, is your group ready?"
Marie asked me in a cautious voice while I laughed out loud.
I answered the question to Marie, who looked at me with a quick glance.
"Everyone finished. You guys?"
"…don't you feel the need to answer?"
Seeing him smiling like he was frustrated, he seemed to have rolled it up as expected.
Still, the question was the same, so I did not hesitate to ask the question.
"Have you ever participated?"
"I just participated, and I didn't really do anything. We just got together and chatted and ended up chatting. And that was only twice."
"Then what about the data research and presentation?"
"Who do you think did it all? By the way, I didn't do anything?"
"… …"
When Marie asked the other way around, there was nothing to say.
For some reason, Jackson's expression darkened, it must have been because of that. I felt sympathy for some reason.
"Actually, I gave up the moment I was assigned to a job like that. My score hurts a bit, but it won't be too bad. If it doesn't work out, I'll have to focus on another major."
"It's a major… What major are you going to enter in your third year?"
I was suddenly curious and asked. I took the obvious major of history, but others don't know.
Of course, you may think that it is a bit early to ask now that the first semester is not over. But maybe you have something in mind.
Marie shrugged her chin as she listened to my question and pondered it, then spoke quietly.
"It's my major… Well? I want to go into political science, but I'll pass because Lina will be there. I can't think of anything right now. I'm just going to graduate. What about you?"
"Of course I'm a historian."
When I answered without hesitation, Marie put on the expression that she had heard something strange.
"Is history so interesting? I don't understand."
"You do, but not me. How interesting is history?"
"Okay. Okay. That's why you're so versed in history. Why don't you write a book at all? You were also praised by Professor Elena last time for being good at writing."
"Huh…"
Suddenly, the words came to a halt in a room that came in. I said it as a joke to others, but to the person concerned, it could not be regarded as a joke.
And Marie looked at my face and said with a curious expression.
"What, that expression? Are you really using it?"
"no?"
"Hmm…"
When I denied, she looked me in the face and looked down. Marie's gaze was pointed precisely at her right hand, where her pen-hook rested.
I almost hid my hand without realizing it, but I barely suppressed it to avoid suspicion. She opened her mouth, turning her gaze forward to see if neither Marie nor she doubted this anymore.
"Well… if you say no, it's probably not. But if you really write a book, show it to me. I'm curious."
"It's because I don't write."
"Who says what? Oh, of course, I can ask my dad to support me."
"Oh, a little."
Even as I grumbled as if to stop, Marie only giggled. Fortunately, it seemed to be a joke, not a serious one.
But the chatter was cool as well. It was very difficult to respond as they came in with a really ridiculous hook.
'How long do I have to live with drowsiness?'
I wanted to make it clear in my mind, but I was afraid of the aftermath. In addition, I have to be patient even when I see my father who is struggling to hide his identity.
Anyway, the class started and the presentation, the flower of the group assignment, started. As I expected, Marie Jo's presenter was Jackson, and she appeared exhausted, arousing pity.
'You are suffering too.'
Maybe there will be fewer accusations after that. I looked at him with a wretched expression as he returned to his seat helplessly.
Did you feel my gaze like that? Jackson, who made eye contact with me, smirked, but he didn't even respond.
In this way, after all the presentations, the humanities class ended, and the other classes proceeded as usual.
After that, after all classes were over, I ate with the crew and returned to my dorm.
"Well?"
When I opened the door to the dormitory and went inside, I saw a bunch of envelopes lying on the floor.
When I picked it up, it was a letter from home. There was no mail sent to my parents recently, so I couldn't help but wonder.
'What's going on?'
So I sat on the bed, opened the envelope and took out the letter. And the true nature of the letter…
[The tail is trampled. Be careful for the time being.]
It was a warning written in my father's handwriting.
"… …"
I blinked my eyes at the warning message.