Walking through the opulent villa Moros could only marvel at all the pictures and furniture he had never seen in life. Some people had more than one chair in their house?
His mind was literally blown. Such luxury was not something his mind could have ever concocted nor comprehended. The famous, strong heroes drawn in oil paintings or on murals looked at Moros with their pride filled gazes in awe-inspiring poses.
The young lad wondered why they all looked like they were trying to hold it in until it was their turn to visit the toilet.
He determined it to be that thing called fashion that he heard people talk about all day, but never truly seemed to grasp what it really meant. Something about how people dressed, or what they wore…that's what Moros thought.
Jeffry went ahead, Moros in tow, and wondered what exactly was wrong with the kid that followed his every footstep. Dressed like a homeless savage, he seemed to marvel at everything that entered his eyes.
It appeared as if he had never seen the things that every household on Elysium had.
As they stepped on the normal marble steps to the second floor, Moros decided to let his hand touch the stone and be amazed at the cold floor he was walking on.
But his shock was far from over in first floor he noticed it─they had windows, ones that were not cracked and ones that he could actually see through.
Just how rich was the Maven family?
Just how many Ballas would he have to kill to produce enough earwigs to buy a villa like this? 100 million? To Moros it was a number so large, he could never fathom possessing such money.
There was only one logical conclusion for Moros: he had to marry a rich lady.
After Jeffrey led the teenager to the first door at the end of the corridor they walked in, he quietly knocked on the door before him 3 times.
"Young Lady, your guest is here," he spoke softly, the tone of his voice firm yet reserved.
"I shall bring the two of you, a few pleasantries!"
He gave a well-mannered bow to the door, before excusing himself in front of Moros and swiftly walking down the stairs.
The door opened and instead of the usual outfit, Moros was greeted by his best friend wearing a striped pyjama.
Moros was shocked to see that his best friend was wearing so much in the comfort of her home? Was she perhaps sick or was she doing so for a different, more sinister plan?
"They are just more comfy," explained Malissa.
Moros nodded not even having realised he wanted to ask her why she was wearing it in the first place.
"Come on in," her hand showed Moros, who entered the magical world known as a girls room. Tons of books plastered the room, a big wardrobe and 2 chairs were also present.
Turned out Malissa was a rich lady.
He saw her in a brand new light. It was the same light, just that she was now saved in his brain as the RICH, best childhood friend.
Moros saw a big pile of papers sitting before Malissa. With one finger stretched out, he pointed at the documents that piled up.
"Is this what people call homework?" Moros asked the confused Malissa yet again.
A facepalm followed, and a few deep breaths to ensure that everything would end without the usage of force. Gathering her remaining patience, she merely nodded at Moros in hopes he would stay quiet.
Deep down she already knew, he would never do that.
Moros carefully viewed the pile of paper, but found no trace of danger. His senses deemed it as something he would have never thought twice off before.
If it was not its physical aspect, was it its content that was so dangerous? Maybe it would not assault his body directly, but attack him mentally.
With careful hand movement his hand grasped a piece of it.
Immediately he was attacked by a bunch of symbols, signs and numbers he had never seen. To him this seemed like an untold secret, which was never meant to fall into human hands, akin to a summoning ritual to conjure eternal life.
"Oh, that is just a basic incantation formula to calculate the mana input from an outside system factor to create a basic 1-star spell," she casually explained to Moros, who was finding all of her words very funny.
He didn't understand a single thing.
Was magic, not something you willed magic into doing? Like Moros took a bit of mana, pushed it where he wanted to and then it changed into what Moros wanted.
There were formulas for that?
Once again Moros thought where his life had gone wrong, since such information rocked his world yet again. Was every magician on Elysium a genius, how could they wield such complicated matter with such ease?
For the very first time in his life, the descendant of the Terra family felt truly stupid. In a world of smart people, how could he ever compare?
The basic structure before him looked like he could spend half his life staring at it and the only thing he could deduce from it would be that he would want to eat another one of those meat patties.
He and such theories were simply not meant to be together.
Seeing Moros' dejected expression, Malissa gave him a few firm slaps on the back to cheer him up.
She knew that feeling all too well, mathematics was an asshole and the ones, who did not hate mathematics…were big, fat liars.
A knocking came from the door. Malissa stood up and walked to the door at a leisurely pace. Opening it, she was greeted with a big plate full of biscuits and other cookies that caused Moros' mouth to water in anticipation.
Homework was great, but food was more important. His loudly rumbling stomach agreed with that sentiment.
After his ambitions to conquer homework had been temporarily put on hold as he began to munch on the tasty, sugary treats, Malissa deemed the situation good enough to finally get some work done.
Distracting Moros with food had definitely been her best idea of the day. Finally, she had a chance to get things done.
Seeing him wolfing down the food like a starved barbarian did have its charm, causing her to giggle amidst the tasks she finished for school.
Someday she could explain all about the difficult subjects, questions and the other topics that might arise, she did want to be a teacher, after all. Though she needed to finish the homework before that day.
History of Elysium: Elaborate why the gate transportation technology led to a separation between religion and the established social hierarchy.
She answered that one pretty quickly, it was something everyone knew if they paid attention to class or read the news about the developments occurring on the planet. Religion lost its function as a guidance for the people, it more so became a direction which magicians gained their power from.
In exchange for offering their XP, they received abilities and mana directly from the Gods themselves to level up. One would be an idiot to not do so, since XP could not be converted by a human hand.
She mused for a bit, where would that XP even go if one did not believe in Gods?
Malissa shook her head, enough time spent on thinking about useless stuff, she needed to finish more before the beast beside her had eliminated all the food supplies.
Next came the report the class needed to write about Ballas and their interpretation of their abilities and the magical immunity.
She was certain, a certain idiot could tell her a lot about it, but one just repeated what was heard in class. Of course, Malissa used a lot of nicer words to make it seem like she had spent any extra effort on this essay.
Nobody in the right mind would spend that much time on Ballas.
After concluding the page-long explanation about such a useless subject she was ready to tackle the next subject.
Economics
The part that everyone hated. There was nothing that drove people to despair than this horrible thing. Since the moment their teacher had introduced it, every single soul lost their innocence.
"What does it even mean? What strategy should one settle on to maximise the Pareto principle to one's advantage if one ran a localised core farm?" she muttered under her breath, beaten down by a question that no sane human being could understand.
"Oh, just extrapolate the needs of the crowd and settle for a niche market. One should be able to push the monetary gain, if the chain of supply is kept to a minimum. Were one to keep a region lock, in regards to a potential single market, it would certainly require an additional surge of the price to counteract the tariffs or demurrages."
Munching on his food, Moros turned around as if it was the most normal thing in the world. His childhood friend was really nice for giving him such an easy question, he really was painfully aware of just how useless he was in helping her with the rest.
It was nice that she tried to build his confidence.
What he just said was the most basic knowledge there is…