Passive skill Healing Factor is activated.] [Passive skill Infinite Stamina is activated.]
A warm feeling spread from inside Zeke's body.
"Huh? I suddenly feel better."
It was Zig who suddenly lost all his fatigue.
It was the refreshing feeling I felt whenever I used healing when things were difficult before.
Zeke moved his body around.
"What is this?"
Zig checked the skill information that had changed from a possessed skill to a passive skill.
―Passive Skill Description―
Healing Factor: Automatically heals wounds on the body. (Always active)
Strong Mental Defense: Defends against all status abnormalities caused by external factors and maintains mental peace. (Always active)
Infinite Stamina: Instantly recover from fatigue with infinite stamina. (Always active)
Battle Sense: The sense of detecting danger is maximized, and consciousness speed is increased during battle. (Always activated)
Zig opened his mouth wide after reading the skill description.
"oh my god."
Not only were the skills stronger than when I was a healer, but they were also changed to always be activated.
Zik paid particular attention to the healing factor.
"Your body automatically recovers? Isn't that infinite healing?"
I tried to achieve similar effects through healing in my previous life, but failed.
The waiting time between healings was also quite long, and it was difficult to completely heal all wounds with healing alone.
Zeke decided to test the healing factor.
He took out the dagger he had kept in his bosom.
"Phew."
Zigg, holding the sharp dagger, cut his own palm.
Pot!
Red blood flowed from his palm.
Zeke tilted his head at the sight of the dripping blood.
"Huh? What? If I hurt myself, the skill won't activate?"
As he was pressing the wound to stop the bleeding, wondering why, Zig suddenly felt something strange.
"Huh?"
There was no wound where the blood flowed.
It was so clean that you couldn't tell it had been cut in the first place.
[Skill Healing Factor has been activated.]
The system notifications could not keep up with the speed of wound healing.
Zeke decided to make the wound a little bigger.
I cut my arm with a knife.
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The skin is completely cracked.
But as soon as it split, the wound closed and returned to its original state.
"What the… what kind of crazy ability is this?"
Because he had lived a rough life, eating only rice with a knife in his previous life, he could clearly feel how fraudulent his abilities were.
Only then did he understand the meaning of the name of his class.
"Immortal."
It was a class name that fit his abilities perfectly.
Zeke got up from his seat.
He muttered as he picked up the claymore he had placed next to him.
"With this level of ability, I should be able to advance my plans by about three years."
Zeke's eyes sparkled.
The Academy allows students to graduate after five years of admission by passing the exam.
However, those with exceptional abilities may apply for early graduation in exceptional circumstances.
Zeke smiled as he brandished his claymore.
"That academy. I'll graduate you in two years."
* * *
Unlike the Cradle, which is located within the Dragon's Nest, the Academy is located in the heart of the capital city of the Duchy of Troy.
The Duchy of Troy, famous for the legend of the Dragon Slayer, was located in the western part of the continent and was ruled by the Draker family.
The Draker Family Academy was the best knight school on the continent with a long tradition, as it was an educational institution founded by the family's founder, Terracan Draker.
That's why not everyone who wanted to could enter the Drake Academy.
Only those who were blood relatives of the Draker family, vassals of the family, or those related to the family who had received a special letter of recommendation were admitted.
And since it was a place that the children of the powerful from all over the continent wanted to enter even if they had to pay a lot of money, the Duchy of Troy itself was small in size, but the capital city where the Academy was located was as prosperous as the capital of the empire.
And the splendid capital is especially lively in February, when the new semester at Draker Academy begins.
Doo doo doo doo!
On the first day of the new semester at the Academy, carriages carrying students from all over the continent flock to the school.
In this way, the central square of the academy was filled with not only new students but also upperclassmen.
They were wearing black cadet uniforms modeled after the Draker family uniform, and the upperclassmen of the Academy had developed physiques and muscles that made them look like adults.
"Coming."
Ddddddd!
As someone spoke, a black carriage began to file into the academy.
The gathered students looked at the black carriage with nervous expressions.
A black carriage engraved with a dragon's seal.
It was a carriage carrying freshmen from the cradle.
A row of black carriages stopped on one side of the central square.
After that, the door opened and the new students from the cradle got off the carriage one by one.
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The academy's upperclassmen and freshmen looked at the Cradle graduates with nervous expressions.
Those from the cradle who had undergone harsh training since childhood and then entered the academy were on a different level from ordinary students.
Not only were they directly or indirectly related to the Draker family, but they were all people who had awakened their Aurors through a blessing ceremony.
The starting line was different from the beginning.
As if to make it known on purpose, the graduates of the cradle, unlike the regular students, were wearing uniforms with dragon salpae attached.
Those who entered the academy from outside looked upon them with awe.
Then, Reina Turun, now Reina Draker who can use the Draker name, appeared.
thud!
As Reina got out of the carriage, dozens of students from the House of Tourn who had been waiting on one side of the square approached her and knelt down.
"Meet Rayna Draker!"
They placed special emphasis on the name Drake.
Reina looked down at them and shook her head.
The students of the Tourn family stood up from their seats, puffed out their chests, and stood behind Reina.
She led dozens of students into the academy building.
Children of influential families, such as Jacken Waldeck, Leon Conrad, and Owen Siemens, had already established their influence in the school before even entering it.
At that moment, the door of the carriage that had arrived last opened.
Everyone in the square turned their eyes toward him.
The person who came out of the carriage door was none other than Zeke Draker.
The rumor that he was the youngest son of Arthur Draker, the head of the family, and a pure-blood Awakened had already spread widely throughout the Academy.
But surprisingly, Zeke Draker was not wearing his family's regalia.
He looked around the Academy Square, dressed in casual attire and carrying a huge claymore over his shoulder.
"Whew… How long has it been since I've been here?"
In my previous life, I attended the academy, but was kicked out at the age of fifteen and wandered the continent.
Looking at the view of the academy building in my memory, the pain of the past came rushing back to me.
Zeke strode across the plaza, carrying his claymore.
For first-time visitors, it was a place so vast and labyrinthine that they would get lost, but that was no problem for Zeke.
He skillfully found his assigned dormitory.
"Hmm. The pureblood awakening is good. Who would have thought I would get the platinum floor?"
Pureblood Awakeners can use an entire floor of a luxury mansion while attending the academy.
And the floor master is given various benefits, such as dedicated maids and servants, personal training rooms and relaxation areas, a swimming pool, sauna, and reading room.
Zeke walked towards the Platinum Mansion, a luxury dormitory rather than a regular dormitory.
The splendid exterior and courteous staff exuded class, reminiscent of those found in five-star hotels in Midland or the Republic of Dorta.
It was a place I could never have imagined living in in my previous life, in a regular dormitory.
As we approached the mansion, one of the servants approached us.
"Welcome, Zeke Draker. I've been waiting for you."
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Zeke entered the mansion following the servant's instructions.
He stepped into the elevator that was powered by magic.
"Pure-blooded Awakened people, please make sure to wear gloves as there may be problems with the elevator."
As Zeke nodded, the servant started the elevator.
The floor he was given was the 4th.
Tiring!
As the elevator doors opened, the attendants and maids in charge of the fourth floor lined up in front of him and greeted Zeke.
"Welcome, master!"
Zeke was taken aback by the sight he had never seen before in his past life, but he tried to pretend not to care.
Then an old attendant approached and greeted Zeke politely.
"It is an honor to serve you, Mr. Zig. If you would like, I can give you some guidance on how to use the Platinum Floor."
Zeke waved his hand.
"Thank you, but I'll give you some directions later. Where are my bags?"
"Mr. Zeke's luggage has been organized in the room."
"Show me to my room."
Zeke followed the attendant to the room.
It seemed to be about several hundred square meters in size, as an entire floor was dedicated to Zig.
As the chamberlain opened the door, a scene that was no different from a luxury hotel room unfolded before him.
"Ugh… … ."
It felt like a glimpse into the Draker family's ability to invest in talented people.
"If you need anything, please ring the bell anytime, Mr. Zeke."
Zig asked the attendant who was about to leave.
"Where is Decker?"
"Mr. Decker went to the Academy Administration Office to process Mr. Zeke's admissions process."
"When you get back, tell her to come to me."
"All right."
As the attendant left, Zeke slowly looked around the room, which was as wide as a training ground.
'I'm not joking, I could really train here.'
He muttered to himself and went to one side of the room and opened a high-quality walnut wardrobe. Inside were a dozen or so school uniforms that fit his body perfectly.
Zeke stuck out his tongue.
'Is money rotting? The more I look at it, the crazier this family is.'
Before Zeke could even look around the room, Decker, who had completed the formalities, returned carrying a small box with a dragon's seal drawn on it.
As soon as Zeke saw it, he knew what it was.
"Is it a glove?"
"That's right. Open it."
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Zeke opened the lid of the box Decker was holding.
A pair of black gloves bearing the Draker family crest were in the box.
"These gloves are made from dragon skin."
To block the magical interference, dragon skin processed through alchemy was required.
As a family of dragon slayers, the Draker family had the most dragon-related items on the continent.
He took off his makeshift gloves and put on his special gloves.
The gloves, which looked small, surprisingly fit perfectly on my skin.
Zeke checked the fit by opening and closing his gloved hands.
"It's light? It's so soft. I can't tell if I'm wearing gloves or not."
Unlike the temporary gloves that were heavy and uncomfortable, the official gloves were very comfortable.
Decker said, closing the box and setting it aside.
"Since you are a pureblood Awakened, you will have to carry it with you all the time."
Although Zig's magic rejection constitution was corrected and changed to a magic reflection skill, the constant activation effect disappeared, but the pureblood's gloves themselves had many benefits.
Decker asked Zeke.
"But why did you come to me?"
Zeke lifted the claymore that was standing next to him with his gloved hand.
"This. I need to get a new one."
I could have continued to use the claymore I brought from the cradle, but since it was only for practice, it had its limits.
The Duchy of Troy had an abundance of high-quality iron and skilled craftsmen, so most of the Academy students received their first weapons there.
Decker nodded.
"Okay, then I'll look for a good craftsman."
Then Zeke shook his head.
"No, I already found it."
He took a note out of his pocket and handed it to Decker.
"Find this person and make a reservation. I'll go myself."
Decker tilted his head at the note Zeke handed him.
"Is he a famous craftsman that you have to visit in person? It seems like it's the first time I've seen his name."
"It's not famous now. The reason I'm going there myself is… um… It's hard to explain. First, make a reservation."
Decker nodded, although something seemed odd.
"Okay, I'll let you know as soon as I make a reservation. And classes will start tomorrow. I've put the materials for new students on your desk, so please read them carefully."
Zeke clicked his tongue as he looked at Decker.
"Anyway, enough nagging. Okay, I'm going to eat and practice, so just find a training ground."
Decker said, adjusting his monocle.
"Your Majesty, have you forgotten where you are?"
"Huh? That's the Platinum Floor… … Oh, right. You said there was a private training room attached here too."
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Zeke nodded, seeming satisfied.
'If I had a personal training room... ... I would be able to train my Dragon Clan skills more freely.'
That was when.
Decker went out to the door after hearing a sudden knock and saw the chamberlain entering the room.
"Mr. Zeke, I have a message from another floor master."
"Message? Who said it?"
The chamberlain said, handing a note to Zeke.
"A message from Master Reina Draker of the 6th floor."