Chapter 525
The newly joined transfer students had not yet been granted permission for direct teleportation to Roke Island.
So they first moved to Langerstine, and from the port there, they rode the Underworld Whale to enter Roke Island.
By the time dusk had fallen—finally.
“So this is Keyzen!”
They arrived at the front gate of the school.
Benz whistled and cheered, and the other transfer students, unable to hide their excitement, murmured among themselves. White, however, remained indifferent, staring blankly into the air.
“Hahaha! Welcome, welcome! Thanks for coming such a long way!”
The loud, distinctive voice came from none other than Dick, who appeared wearing the student council armband.
Behind him stood the direct lackeys of the student council. Their leader, Mojo, had her hands folded neatly and bowed her head.
“Dick!”
Simon walked up with a bright smile.
“How have you b—”
“Hey! Commoner! Why are you grinning like that?”
Maelyn rushed forward and jabbed Simon’s chest with her finger. Dick giggled, stepping back as if it tickled.
“Simon, what’s up with this old hag again?”
“What? You wanna die? While we were busting our asses, you were sipping honey in Impheng, huh?”
“Oh-ho~ such slander. Don’t you know the treasurer was fighting for the glory of establishing the noble 330th student council? And yet all I get is nagging. That’s why great figures are only remembered after they’re dead.”
“Want me to make sure your name’s remembered today?”
“Dick! Long time no see!”
“Kami, hi!”
In an instant, the gate area turned noisy.
Click.
When Jane stepped forward, all four of them fell silent at once. Even the student council lackeys bowed deeply.
“No need to go that far. I’ve entrusted Treasurer Dick with his duties.”
Jane raised her hand to accept their greetings, then turned to Dick.
“Everything prepared?”
“Ah~ but of course, professor!”
Dick grinned broadly, shaking the list of transfer students.
“The ceremony setup is done, and the uniforms are all prepared in the right sizes!”
“Well done.”
“By the way, which one of you is Berlini? Hand up. Ah, Sierra, right? Prepping the uniform with the tail hole was a real pain. Buy me juice when we meet on campus.”
While Maelyn glared at him in exasperation, a girl from Aland whispered behind her.
“But vice president, isn’t it kinda creepy that he knows our body sizes?”
Maelyn sighed.
“Exactly. Think of it as information worth barely 50 silver coins sold off.”
“...Seriously?”
“But don’t worry. I’ll punch him in that ugly face so he keeps his mouth shut.”
“Hey! What kind of official student council member do you think I am? You think I’d do something like that now?”
“And stop calling me old hag, you lunatic!”
While the vice president was pummeling the treasurer into line, Simon was greeting Mojo, the leader of the lackeys.
“You worked hard during the transfer evaluations, Student Council President.”
“You all worked hard too, preparing for the event. Where’s the ceremony set up?”
“At the second-year campus main hall.”
Jane pointed ahead.
“Let’s move right away.”
* * *
The main hall building was the very place where they’d once held the department selection ceremony with the third-years.
The transfer students first changed into their Keyzen uniforms in the locker rooms and came out.
“Wooooow...!”
It was the most enthusiastic reaction they’d shown yet.
“Look how smooth the fabric is!”
“There’s a broad-range protection spell embedded in the uniform.”
“They say Keyzen kids walk around wearing a mansion, and it’s true!”
The boys were fussing over the jackets, arguing about defense stats and metal-strength multipliers, while the girls refused to budge from in front of the mirrors.
Even Benz was no exception, brushing his bangs back in front of his reflection.
“At last! At last I wear this black uniform!”
That’s when Maelyn, bustling about, spotted a pair of green checkered pants tossed aside in the hall. She picked them up by a finger.
“Hey! Whose are these?”
“Ah, sorry, that’s mine—”
Benz shuddered.
“Ugh! No wonder they called it a grasshopper uniform—it really looks like one!”
Indeed, abandoned on the floor, it looked exactly like a shed grasshopper husk.
Simon laughed at Benz’s look.
“Didn’t you say your roots are in Aland?”
“Of course, but I’ve been reborn as an elite Keyzen now!”
Benz hastily folded the Aland uniform pants into his bag.
Once in their Keyzen uniforms, the transfer students lined up before Maelyn, who sat at the desk.
It was a simple process: confirm the profile details, finalize the major, and sign the document pledging to abide by Keyzen’s rules.
“Name?”
“Jetz Shimerat.”
Maelyn quickly jotted notes with her quill, asking a few things.
“You were in Darkness Dynamics at Sierra. You’ll continue with that here, right?”
“Yeah, of course.”
After signing, Dick and Kamibarez handed out daily necessities.
And then came the last student.
Maelyn grimaced but forced a smile.
“Name?”
“White.”
It was White’s turn. As she checked his documents, Maelyn raised an eyebrow at the final item.
“In Moyran, you majored in Katarology, huh.”
Curse.
‘You never once used it when fighting me.’
Suppressing her irritation, she kept her face neutral.
“You’ll stick with the same major in Keyzen?”
At that moment—
White slowly raised his hand.
“Him.”
He pointed at Simon.
“Same department as him.”
“....”
Simon, resting in his seat, was startled. In White’s hollow pupils, something strange flickered.
“You’re switching majors?”
Maelyn frowned.
“Simon’s in Summonology. You’re sure about that?”
White silently nodded.
“But Moyran assigns majors from the first year. All your studies so far will be wasted. Are you really okay with that?”
White nodded again.
‘...What’s his game?’
This was unprecedented. Maelyn pushed back her chair and rose.
“Wait a moment, I’ll ask Professor Jane—”
“No problem.”
Jane had just entered the hall in fresh clothes, flanked by the servants.
“Accommodate the transfer students’ choices as much as possible. Summonology has plenty of openings.”
“Ah, yes, Professor.”
Maelyn sat back down and filled out the paperwork.
Simon leaned his chin on his hand, staring uneasily at White.
—Same department as him.
White had switched majors.
And pointed to Simon while doing so.
From their first meeting until now, there was always this strange, unsettling feeling.
‘Feer, Feer. Do you have a moment?’
Simon tapped on the clone of Feer attached to his uniform. Soon its eyes lit up.
[Khhhk! What is it, boy? I’ve been exploring the new ‘sword’ you got. The deeper I probe, the more potential it has!]
‘Sorry to bother you. We just arrived at Roke Island.’
[I see! Well done!]
‘But I want to ask you something.’
Simon tilted the replica so Feer could see White.
‘What do you think of that white-haired student?’
[...]
Feer’s eyes gleamed. Simon waited tensely.
[Just a student.]
‘Huh?’
Simon shook the replica up and down.
‘Feer! Be serious!’
[Khhhk! What’s the problem?]
‘He…’
For the first time, Simon voiced it aloud with a stiff face.
‘Doesn’t he look like Magnus?’
[Yes, he does.]
Feer chuckled.
[But to me, all humans’ appearances look the same! I judge by their Darkness and aura, not their faces.]
‘Then compared to Magnus... what do you see?’
Feer answered plainly.
[A completely different existence.]
‘...’
At that moment Jane raised her voice.
“Everyone gather! The transfer ceremony is about to begin.”
The transfer ceremony wasn’t anything grand.
If it had been on a weekend, it might have been bigger with students attending to celebrate, but since classes began the next day, they kept it simple.
Vice-chancellor Jane took the podium, giving a speech on the mindset and precautions as Keyzen students.
After that, the names of the transfer students were called one by one, and each was given a transfer certificate and a second-year student ID card—an ID that granted both command and investigative authority.
Everyone seemed to be overflowing with joy. Some even teared up the moment they received the Keyzen student ID.
Thus, the simplified transfer ceremony came to an end. Jane rose from her seat.
“Then, I’ll be heading off to prepare for class. For details about school life, the student council members here will kindly explain everything to you.”
Simon straightened his shoulders, and Maelyn and Kamibarez waved faintly at the newcomers.
“I wish you all luck in your new school life. Ah, and student White.”
White stood up.
“You’ll follow me.”
No one knew why just yet, but Jane took White with her and left.
Once the adults were gone, Maelyn crossed her arms with a sharp “ahem”.
“Well then, instead of standing around here, let’s move to the student council office. We’ll have some tea and talk.”
“Sounds good!”
Simon and his group led the transfer students out of the building. On the way to the council office, they decided to explain various campus facilities.
The newcomers seemed a little overwhelmed by the new surroundings, but their curiosity and excitement were greater than their unease.
“Behind here is the training ground—it’s popular, so you need a reservation to use it. And this here is the Haematology building! Those two buildings in the back too.”
Maelyn chattered excitedly.
Introducing the school to newcomers was fun. Sometimes she and Dick would talk over each other and bicker, but the transfer students pricked up their ears, eager not to miss a single detail. Having beaten such steep odds to get in, their attitudes were different.
Sometimes Keyzen students passing by would murmur at the sight, or even strike up conversation.
“Hey, Simon! Who are they?”
“Transfers. They joined Keyzen today.”
“Oh, really? That’s right, it’s transfer season! Anyone here from Toxicology?”
“How many are in Darkness Dynamics?”
The interest in fresh faces was explosive. When a group of students swarmed around, Dick swaggered forward.
“Alright, alright, let them pass! You’ll find out in your departments tomorrow. Don’t make them uncomfortable.”
Originally, Simon wanted to give the new students a full campus tour, but the crowd kept growing.
So he decided to head straight to the council office.
“If you join Spiritology, you’re dead meat!”
“You know transfers have their own initiation ritual, right?”
On the way, some students teased them. Maelyn snapped, clearly annoyed.
“Argh, scram already, you brats!”
“Ooooh, the vice president’s mad!”
“Hahaha!”
Luckily, the transfer students seemed to enjoy even this excessive attention, smiling as they waved back. Nothing could suppress the happiness of entering Keyzen.
But the crowd became too large. Even third-year seniors who’d heard the rumor were approaching.
Simon had no choice but to mobilize the student council’s direct servants.
Mojo, meeting Simon’s eyes, gave a nod and stepped forward.
“Students, make way, please.”
“Step aside.”
As the servants cleared a path, Simon shouted—
“Run!”
Simon herded the transfers into a sprint toward the council building. Once the last one was inside, he ordered Mojo to block the entrance.
“Whoa.”
Benz laughed blankly.
“Damn, what a welcome party!”
“Still, better to be noticed than ignored. I was worried they’d look down on us.”
As the transfers, faces flushed with excitement, chatted among themselves, Simon led the way.
“Now let’s go up to the council office. Soon the department representatives will come for you.”
The transfers stiffened.
“Department… representatives?”
“Ugh, they sound scary.”
* * *
At the same time.
Summonology dormitory.
Students returning from missions trudged into the dorm, exhausted. The lobby was already buzzing with chatter.
‘Ughhh, I’m dead tired.’
One of them dragged his feet toward the stairs when—
“Hey.”
A sharp-eyed girl pointed to the side.
“Report to the department head if you’ve returned. It’s for headcount.”
“Ah. R-right? Got it.”
Intimidated by her expression, the returnee obediently turned toward the lounge.
“So I was saying!”
“Hahaha!”
Four students in uniforms and bathrobes were chatting inside. All of them top-ranking, from powerful families.
And towering over them like a hill was one man.
Hector Moore.
Students from Class A had long since adapted to Hector, even daring to tease him. But for those encountering him for the first time, his huge frame and intimidating face were still terrifying.
“What is it.”
Hector turned. The returnee froze but forced a nervous laugh.
“Ah, I just got back. They told me to report to you.”
“I see. Well done.”
Hector picked up a quill and checked his list.
“Oh, right, my name is—”
“Laubel Brenmers.”
The student’s eyes widened.
“H-how did you know?”
“For a department head, memorizing the names of all fifty students is basic.”
Laubel felt a rush of admiration, rubbing under his nose.
What the—this guy’s actually a good guy beneath it all?
—Attention, broadcast from the student council.
At that moment, the dorm’s loudspeakers boomed.
—Second-year department representative Hector Moore. Hector Moore, please report to the student council office immediately. Over.
Crack.
Hector’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Those damn student council bastards…”
The apple in his hand shattered with a crunch. The faction students chatting nearby flinched, watching him nervously.
‘Nope, still terrifying!’
Laubel, smacked by a shard of the broken apple, thought the same.
Flutter!
Hector pulled the department representative armband from his jacket and strapped it on.
“H-Hector?”
“Go on to bed. I’ll head down to campus.”
Superb.
When are we getting more free chapters?
Thanks for the new chapters
Very good story and translation but half the chapter aren't for free and it is wayyyy too expensive will it stat like tjis foreve or will it get free after some time