What? Let Me Join the F-Class Too - 1
“Pertel!”
The waiting room of Rahal Academy.
As soon as Pertel entered there, Artel grabbed her shoulder. Checking her condition anxiously by looking her up and down was a habit.
“Are you okay? You don't seem to have any injuries on the surface? Your uniform fits you quite well.”
“Yeah. I'm fine, Art.”
“Is it not difficult to blend in?”
“Yeah. It's easy. I've already made a friend.”
Of course, if Charlotte had heard this story, she would have protested that what kind of nonsense was that, but luckily, Charlotte was not present at this place.
Christine, who was beside her, also opened her mouth toward Pertel.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“No. For Christine, I'll do anything.”
Artel looked around the waiting room and firmly locked the door. Then she started using various prepared magic scrolls.
This is a magic scroll containing a disguise magic, that one is a magic scroll that prevents traces of dark magic from remaining—
It was so troublesome for three vampire executives to meet inside Rahal Academy.
Troublesome or not, I have to bear it.
Christine quietly held Pertel's hand. Several magic circles were engraved on Pertel's body.
“Several blessings that can be descended as the sin of pride. It will help not to be discovered.”
Thank you. When Pertel muttered that, Artel poked her twin's side.
“Has the list been completed?”
“As fast as possible, I'll do it.”
“Not 'I'll do it', it has to be completed!”
“There's no choice. I'm in the B-Class. I can't approach the F-Class.”
As soon as that was said, Artel let out a big sigh. Christine's expression wasn't particularly bright either.
“Pertel, why don't you sit first?”
“Yeah.”
Artel threw a very small blood crystal into the teacup. Blood flowed from the broken blood crystal filling the cup like tea.
“I came to talk about that anyway.”
Christine and Artel had thoroughly inspected the inside of Rahal Academy today.
It was extremely regrettable that they couldn't meet Jekiel, and it was an unforeseen event, but the plan to inspect the academy's interior was successfully achieved.
Why, because Violet, the president, showed everything as she wanted.
“Humans probably want coexistence with the Demon Realm more than demons do.”
In fact, that was the case.
Most demons didn't want coexistence, and most humans didn't either.
While looking around the inside of Rahal Academy and the students, Christine felt that even more clearly.
Wizards basically explore the flow of mana and pursue the truth of the world, but if they only focus on that reason, they could walk their own path of exploration.
Why establish an academy and why learn combat magic? Because there is a destined enemy, the demon race.
“That is why Adrian is in charge of the F-Class students.”
Jekiel's thoughts are never shallow. He caught them because he found some kind of hope from those students.
And that's why—
“Pertel, you can't go to the F-Class, can you?”
Pertel's hand, which was about to lift the teacup, stopped abruptly.
After thinking for a moment, she shook her head.
“I did my best. But still, B-Class.”
Artel, who was listening to the story, let out a big sigh.
Her original purpose was to assassinate Jekiel. In fact, no matter what identity she hid in, as long as the purpose was maintained, there was no big issue.
But now the purpose has changed.
To achieve the purpose of reporting periodically to Christine while supporting Jekiel, she had to enter the F-Class.
If I infiltrate another class, I'll just be mixing in as impurities in this academy.
As an impurity, if I accidentally reveal my identity?
The academy will strengthen efforts to hunt demons. Then it will be a nuisance to Jekiel as well.
“There are various clauses inside this academy. Pertel.”
“Yeah. No, yes. Probably.”
“Please use the clauses well. If you can transfer to the F-Class, please do so.”
Go to F-Class. Go to F-Class.
Pertel nodded her head vigorously.
Returning to the B-Class lecture room, Pertel felt that the inside was somehow noisier than usual.
“She's here! She's here!”
Someone shouted like that, and the lecture room's front door opened.
And several people came in, but despite having nameplates of the same B-Class, all faces were unfamiliar.
“Amazing. They've already done field experience and come back.”
“They went on a dungeon exploration, right? I'm envious…”
The students whispered like that.
And the guys who entered boldly, receiving the gazes of the B-Class kids with their whole body, looked around and enjoyed the gazes directed at them to the fullest.
“It's nice to come back to the academy.”
“The skeleton was quite strong, right? Not as much as us, though.”
Whoa, the world. So, did they defeat even the skeleton in the dungeon this time? Other students started whispering.
“Skeletons are really weak.”
I can turn them into bone dust with just one finger flick. Pertel thought that way.
Is that amazing? Why?
At the moment she was thinking that, Scarlett poked Pertel's side.
“Tia. You haven't seen them yet, have you?”
“Yeah.”
“They are the most promising students among the middle-grade students! I'll tell you. From the left, Tyr and the handsome guy on the right—”
She continued to list names after that, but Pertel didn't listen carefully.
The way to move to the F-Class. Finding that was her top priority task given at this moment, so her attention was focused on that.
Was the name Tyr? The most arrogant-looking male student opened his mouth.
“By the way, I heard there was friction between us and the F-Class?”
“Yeah. They said they climbed up arrogantly.”
“Good. My body was itching. It's more fun to fight with the same magic users than skeletons.”
Since it's B-Class, there are upper classes and top classes above.
That's not something to say from your mouth, Pertel swallowed that thought.
Anyway, the authority of the group led by Tyr in this class seemed absolute.
Other students gathered in small groups and asked various questions, their eyes sparkling.
“Tyr, what do you think if you actually face a skeleton?”
“Easy. It looks like it revives continuously, but if you destroy the core, the bones won't stick together again.”
“Wow~ You're amazing~”
“It's nothing special.”
Tyr shrugged and raised his chin to the fullest. The arrogant attitude was the same for the guys around him.
“How much should we beat the F-Class kids?”
“Until they faint. I heard they can beat them almost to death according to the regulations this time?”
“Ah, how am I supposed to wait a week~ I want to beat them right now.”
“Hey. Hold on a little. It's not a magic competition, if you hit them, they'll be demoted to F-Class.”
“Uweek, I hate that more than expulsion. Seriously.”
Puhahaha, bursting into hearty laughter, Tyr's group and B-Class students were noisy.
Around that time, Pertel's pupils started sparkling. She poked Scarlett's shoulder with her finger.
“It hurts! Tia! Why are your nails so sharp?”
“Scarlett. Scarlett. Scarlett.”
“Uh, yes?”
“If you hit them not in a magic competition, to the F-Class?”
After making an expression as if asking what kind of question that was, Scarlett answered with a serious expression.
“Tia, you don't know? Remember this. If you attack and hit another magician not in a formal position like a magic competition? It's always punishment. You'll be demoted to F-Class!”
“Really?”
Pertel's eyes widened.
Scarlett thought that Pertel was scared because of her words. She patted Pertel's shoulder.
“Yeah. Really. Of course, it's not a story that applies to someone as kind and gentle as you~”
“F-Class! F-Class! F-Class!”
Pertel's pupils sparkled even more.
From Tyr's group, their adventure stories continued to unfold.
“We thought we only caught the skeleton? We caught a succubus too. There were some ghosts of succubi wandering around.”
“Wow! Really?”
“That's right. If that's the case, it seems easy to advance to A-Class. Well, it's obvious.”
As the noses of Tyr and the guys got higher and higher.
Someone poured cold water on them.
“Lies.”
“Hm?”
Tyr and all the students' heads turned to Pertel at once.
All gazes were directed at her, but she didn't care at all. Tyr pushed through the crowd and stood in front of Pertel, staring at her and asking.
“Who are you?”
“You lied.”
“What?”
“Skeletons and succubi can't live in the same place. No intelligence?”
“......?”
Tyr exchanged glances with his companions with an expression as if 'Is this guy crazy?' The companions' expressions weren't much different.
Considering the height difference, Tyr's height was much taller. He placed his hand on Pertel's head.
“Hey. Are you new?”
“Yeah.”
“You seem not to know much yet. We're a bit strong.”
“How much.”
“Didn't you hear? We catch skeletons in one hit.”
Pertel started seriously considering.
If it's the same level as a skeleton... If I misjudge the strength, I'll really die. I have to remove as much strength as possible. As much as possible.
Tyr stared at Pertel's nameplate.
“Tia. Your name is Tia, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Crack—!
He grabbed one of Pertel's twin braids tightly. Like grabbing a handle. And lifted it up.
“But why have you been looking so arrogantly since earlier? Without manners.”
“If we fight, F-Class.”
“That's right. That's right. You know well? So, endure this kind of thing. You bastard.”
Tyr grabbed the other side of the twin braids with one hand. And kept pulling it up like lifting a plastic bag.
The sight of huge Tyr playing with small Pertel like a toy was funny, so laughter burst out from the surroundings.
“If you don't endure, F-Class.”
“Yeah yeah. Accurate. So, endure a little.”
Kwaaaaaang—!
A simple punch.
With a bang, the B-Class students' eyes widened as if their eyeballs would pop out of their faces.
Pertel, who extended her fist, and Tyr, who was embedded in the far wall of the lecture room, mimicking her body shape.
Everyone understood the situation without difficulty.
“What… what?”
“What, what, what! She hit! The transfer student knocked Tyr down!”
The B-Class lecture room became noisy in an instant.
And in the midst of that chaos—
“F-Class! F-Class! F-Class!”
Pertel muttered happily.