Rosanna's P. O. V:
History class was by far the fastest class I've been through. Not because the time was short but because I was so engrossed during the session to not have considered the flow of time.
Much more, I really, really, really didn't want to go for my next classes. Why? Simple, those are death flags!
I stayed in the library, reading about 'pocket dimensions' and calculating my game plan.
Step one: Stay low-key.
Step two: Hide.
Step three: Run, run, run.
Step four: Play dead.
Alternative step: Cling to Kairos.
Back up plan: Die peacefully.
In conclusion, I have the strength of a chicken overlord- a fairly strong human but nonetheless a weak human.
I suddenly gained magic but even the concept of such is a new thing so I'm not expect myself to become a genius on spot.
But that should be okay for now, right? The Special Simulation class would first be an introduction session.
Before the death rate falls in and begin to rise. Yes, by then, I would've made further plans.
Anyways, what plan can a poor human being make? Without the necessary resources, one cannot assure their wishes are delivered.
No desire comes on a silver platter, there's always a factor behind it... Sigh. At this point, my true profession should be a philosopher.
I can't even buy a basic defensive equipment, or an offensive one to go ahead with any plan. Fight? Can't do that. Run? Can't do that either! Use my brain? Do I look smart??
Will my peanut sized brain conjure an outstanding plan like those reincarnated protagonists? Sigh sigh sigh.
But wait... Kairos gave me a defensive equipment! And a high grade one at that, too!
Is it me or is it my illusions? But the Kairos in my mind is completely unrelated to that psychopath in the novel...
Yes, that's possible. This is no longer a novel bound by plot but reality with a reincarnated protagonist. Kairos has been very gentle now, hasn't he?
...
...Nahhh. Delusions are deadly.
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My next class was Elem Universal language (Igalius) by Mr. Sidney which was an exciting discovery.
The language had this ancient, english-y, latin-y, greek-y incantation...-y, feeling.
And apparently, it's compulsory to understand Igalius to better understand the spells you cast, or to make your own personalized spell.
Igalius is also the language used to understand certain historical heritages/artifacts. Also used to go on tomb raiding missions in the tombs of 'our' ancient fathers.
The language is the universal and general language for magic and communication. Even more so than English as compared to the multiple dimensions that use Igalius.
And that language originated from a bunch of dominating twisted species that wrecked havoc in multiple worlds.
From subduing different species to eliminating and controlling various other intelligent bodies.
Colonization better put. But in an intergalactic scale. However, they just weren't able to penetrate the world of Hibiscus Wisps. Planet Starfall, ruled by the Naza Empire.
Except, certain of the Igalians technology were integrated and some of their inventions replicated for Starfall's own development. But of course, that was on the free will of Nazians and not by colonization.
Long story short, after the Igalians experienced extinction due to theoretical factors, several worlds gained independence but still based survival on the conventions of the Igalians.
Which explains why the language is universal. But as for the mystical use of this language, not everyone's sure about why magic has a special effect with the use of Igalius.
But seriously, this language is difficult! If elementary level is already like this, how much more advanced classes?
I went back to the library after my second class, sleeping through half of the break time before contacting Aniysa who had two classes with me.
We studied in the library before going for our next class. Making sure to prepare heavily for the Special Simulation lesson.
Aniysa was not really prepared for a University of Elementals and Magical creatures. Because she grew up studying how to become a political chess piece by marriage not a warrior.
And after knowing what the Simulation Class holds- which were spread about on the multiple online forums, not a second person would need to tell you how to be a good student.
Both of us were quite the ignorant bunch. Even if we had the general idea of things concerning magic, all other valuable information and terms of the magic world were unknown to us.
So we spent time gaining knowledge on what to expect in a simulation class such as that.
And as stressful as studying may be, it is for the betterment of our future.
No, to at least have a future. Let's think about the betterment after we can secure seeing any future at the least.
Nightwalker's Documentary by Mr. Giovanni was like a series of horror movie clips concerning the different species of demons. Explaining their characteristics and traits.
Certainly, if you're a fan of horror movies, you'd love this class. But unfortunately, I find this eerily creepy- because one, they were real. And two, they are ugly inside out.
The grimace, pale faces and nauseous expression of most people in the class was quite unsettling. But what was even more strange? The ones that didn't bat an eye lid or were sleeping in those classes!
Namely, the most obvious were Karissa and Elan who were sitting at the middle row.
Elan should really understand there's a time to smile and when not to. It's entirely different in the wrong situation! Sigh.
Maybe words are nicer than reality. You could read about a zombie with disgusting features, but seeing one and knowing it's part of your future is just... Wrong. Horrible, evil, awful.
After class, Aniysa and I, with traumatized expressions, exited the dim classroom and walked to a bench outside the building.
She took a wrapper from her spatial ring- which she newly got, and placed it on the green grass under the shade.
Underneath the tall tree, we both lied down, discussing about various things and nibbling on snacks.
Somehow, Aniysa and I just never ran out of topics to talk about. For one, she's a chatterbox and secondly, I need information and find this world fascinating. Though there were times I wished to stuff a sock in her mouth.
It was relaxing. Even if being in an open area was odd, the environment was neat and gave a false sense of serenity that I appreciated.
Everything was beautiful but truly the world was ugly. Infested with demons and degenerates. But I'm contented with the fact I don't have to constantly face those... Errors.
And I wasn't particularly picky on how I rested, I just followed whatever gave me a good rest.
Students were not bustling as much during evening time and the corner we laid on was just right for secluded relaxation.
Somehow, Aniysa and I both fell asleep under the influence of the environment and our stressed minds.
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"-nna!"
I shifted into a more comfortable position, moving further away from the noise.
Ugh, who's making so much noise?
"-anna! Rosa-"
"Whaaaat" I mumbled in annoyance.
"You're too nice, Sharon. Let me-"
I lightly dozed off when the noise reduced.
"Ack!" I jolted wide awake, scrunching my face in pain from the stinging sensation I felt on my waist.
Who pinched me that bad?!
I glared at the culprit, facing a crouched down Aniysa who gave a pretty smile. While Sharon was spotting an annoyed look.
"Dinner's almost over, I missed my precious time searching for you two dorks!"
Sharon stomped away, annoyed she didn't get much time to savour her delicious food.
My, that's her pet peeve. Anything that hinders a good feast time.
Standing up with Aniysa's aid, I jogged over to Sharon feeling my brain come alive.
"Thank you, Sharry!"
A horrible nickname, I know. It's Aniysa's creation, of course.
"Stop calling me that!" Sharon grumbled.
I grinned and swung an arm over her shoulder. Watching closely to see if she had any noticeable discomfort from our contact.
"You should stop calling me Patty, then." I replied while I couldn't find anything.
"Nope." She sulked.
"Exactly, no." Aniysa responded by my side.
Twisting her neck with odd cracking sounds.
"I gave you two those beautiful names," Crack.
"It's non-refundable and must stay!" Crack.
Aniysa let out a cute growl. Then went on tormenting her bony fingers, bending them in odd ways and making cracking sounds.
"Fine, you're Anny, then." Sharon replied.
"Sounds good, she's undeserving of a name that good. How about Sanny?" I suggested.
"Eh." Sharon shrugged. "Works fine."
"Hey! That's a silly name and I did not give my consent!"
We ignored Aniysa's remark and moved on to conversing about the menu.
Aniysa's continuous rant seeming like a buzz of the background in my ears. Something I learned to do when I toned her off.
Frankly stating, I love meat. Dishes with meat just can't seem to go wrong in most cases. How wonderful. Especially Shawarma, Burger, Braised chicken...
"-I'm talking here!" Aniysa interjected.
I rolled my eyes and continued ignoring her with a taunting smile.
We reached the Cafeteria with a outing Aniysa. There we ate our food as fast as possible, having little discussions in-between about various things.
One of our conversations being about I and Ani's next class. But Sharon is a Healer, so she's exempted from those high intensity classes.
And while she does partake in the necessary physical training classes, she's not as pressured as the frontline warriors/mages.
The two girls were whispering suspiciously and staring at me with gleaming eyes. Like a predator would to a prey.
But if anyone's a predator in this relationship, based on our interactions so far, I'm fit for that position.
"What?" I questioned after swallowing the food in my mouth.
"Well..." Sharon said, giving Aniysa a nudge.
Aniysa speaked up with a smug smile. "I saw a fraction of your pretty little mate mark..."
I took a sip of water and cocked my brow. "So?"
"Y-you both did it! You, him, s-shagging! Babies!" Sharon stuttered, turning a bright red while Aniysa's ear tips twitched with a red glow.
I felt myself blush slightly, but I pressed my lips into a thin line and replied. Barely suppressing my embarrassment.
"It's temporary... Get your heads out of the gutter." Though I firmly believe Ani is a permanent resident.
"Oh." Sharon released a small sound, playing with her small white thumb and looking down with a disappointed expression.
....What?
Aniysa looked away as I gave her a piercing stare. A look of disapproval for trying to corrupt Sharon. Or have, and that's frightening.
"S-show us the mark!" Sharon exclaimed.
"No." I gave a firm rejection.
"Why?" The two voiced out in synchrony, looking at me like a thief in broad daylight.
"Because..." I said, pausing as I tried to make up am excuse.
"...You're not possibly mated to a noble figure, are you?" Aniysa asked.
"Why do you think so?" I stuffed my face with food. Acting as unaffected as I can.
"Noble bloodlines leave an imprint on their mates. It could be of any design. While normal bloodlines are simply two dots. I saw a design but I'm not exactly sure which design it is..."
"Confidential." I muttered.
There's no denying the truth- and there's barely any lie I could think of that would be possible. So I'll settle with sealing my lips.
Aniysa tch-ed and Sharon pouted in response.
"I just knew she wouldn't say..." Aniysa mumbled a few incoherent words while Sharon nodded and shook her head to whatever Aniysa was saying.
I would be alert if they could take off my collar. But then again, I could slip up and mention a name. The collar did not guarantee my secret.
I... Still don't trust these two. And even if I did, it's not going to be beneficial telling them such a dangerous secret that might as well put them in danger in one way or another.
I stayed silent for the remaining dinner time, taking in some extra calories bar. On the 'necessary grounds' that I needed as much energy as I could conserve.
If only they had chocolate bars to boast a person's brain too... Wait, they do. But poor kids can't afford comfort.