Chapter 65: The First Lesson of the Storm (1)
"No, this is the first time we met since we came to Illya Arya."
"Well, because Leonard was the only boy in the class besides me, we became quite close without realizing it. If I had to say, he should be considered a bad friend."
Alfred replied with a shrug.
"So this is ah."
"It's too much to call me a bad friend. What did I do wrong..."
Leonard wanted to refute, but he seemed to recall that he was severely punished by the student union after being caught for participating in underground gambling.
"It seems you have remembered... The teacher is here, so let's stop joking."
Seeing the male teacher wearing gold-rimmed glasses walk into the classroom, Alfred put away his playful intention and said.
This male teacher was responsible for instructing the students to summon monsters in front of the Pseudo-Gate of Life.
"Although my classmates have already met me, I will still briefly introduce myself before the class begins. My name is Orwell Sweet. As you can see, I am not a noble."
Mentor Orwell smiled awkwardly.
When he confessed that he was not a noble, some students got into an uproar.
Many students are extremely proud of their aristocratic status and think they are superior to others.
They simply could not accept that Orwell, who was born into a commoner family, could serve as a mentor to themselves, who were born into an aristocratic family.
When Mr. Orwell saw the students' reactions, he just smiled bitterly, as if he had anticipated this situation.
"Teacher Sweet, I am honored to receive your teaching."
The students who were originally whispering were shocked by Liliana's voice and immediately quieted down.
Most of the students who whispered were proud of their aristocratic status, so they looked down on Orwell as their mentor.
However, Liliana, who had the highest noble status and actual influence among those present, had publicly expressed her approval of Orwell as her mentor.
If the students continue to pick on Mr. Orwell, it can be completely understood as a provocation to Liliana.
Some students who were originally dissatisfied or had contempt for their mentor Orwell immediately fell silent after Liliana spoke.
(Wow~ Normally, there are so many formalities that it’s overwhelming, but at times like this, it’s so simple and rough… So, the aristocratic society is really difficult…)
Alfred flipped through the textbook carelessly, complaining helplessly in his heart.
Thanks to Liliana's intervention, the commotion before class should soon come to an end.
So he didn't care too much and just waited quietly for class.
Of course, the premise is that there are no fools in Artemis' class or Athena's class who dare to provoke Liliana in public.
"Thank you, Miss Christiana. I am honored to be your tutor. Then, we will start the class right away..."
"Please wait a moment."
A blond boy fiddled with his bangs pretentiously, interrupted Mr. Orwell very rudely, and stood up.
"Excuse me, Mr. Portole, what can I do for you?"
"Although I have no intention of confronting Miss Christiana, don't you think that everyone and everything has their own appropriate place? I think that as a commoner, you seem to be more suitable to be a mentor of the Commoners' Academy."
What Francis said sounded quite respectful and reasonable.
But the tone was so arrogant that it didn't feel like a student was talking to his tutor.
By the way, Illya Arya also has a branch specifically for civilian students.
The reason for separating aristocratic students from commoner students was not to value aristocrats and despise commoners.
It's simply because it would be troublesome if the two sides were mixed together.
(Ah... this guy is an idiot...)
Alfred sighed in his heart, feeling annoyed.
Although Francis was ostensibly targeting his mentor Orwell.
But after he made a sarcastic remark about Orwell, he immediately turned around and looked at Liliana in the last row.
He might be deliberately provoking Liliana, or he might just want to make some eye-catching moves to catch her attention.
Although Alfred was not clear about Francis's specific purpose, he suddenly jumped out to find fault, mainly targeting Liliana.
Liliana ignored Francis' gaze and looked at Alfred not far away.
She made some hand gestures under the desk.
(Hurry up and find a way to solve this problem for me, stupid Al.)
Liliana ordered Alfred.
(Clam?)
(This is your own trouble. Find a solution yourself, silly Lily.)
Alfred also responded to Liliana with gestures.
(Woo, I don’t care, just go and solve it for me, quickly!)
Liliana puffed up her cheeks and continued to gesture to Alfred.
Because she was so emotional, her final movements were quite large.
Although they were some distance apart, Francis, who was standing, also saw Liliana making gestures and understood that she was secretly communicating something with Alfrid.
Francis cast his eyes on Alfred with displeasure.
"Mr. Elect, you seem to want to say something."
He spoke provocatively.
"Ugh."
Alfred sighed helplessly, supporting half of his face with his hand and looking at Francis.
"The current Earl of Portole is really a man who knows how to judge people~"
He deliberately praised without any reason.
"Thank you for praising my father, but why did you bring up this topic all of a sudden?"
Francis had no idea what Alfred was up to, so he immediately gave him a suspicious look after thanking him.
"You are the eldest son of the Bodole family, but you have never clearly obtained the title of the next head of the family."
Alfred raised the corner of his mouth in disdain.
“I think this is a very smart decision.”
When Orwell heard Alfred mention the issue of family inheritance, he looked a little nervous.
Many students cast complicated glances at Alfred.
Family inheritance rights are a sensitive topic and are not usually discussed in public.
This is common sense and basic etiquette among the imperial nobility.
However, Alfred believes that there is no need to be polite to those who do not follow etiquette.
"what do you mean."
Francis glared at Alfred, his tone also filled with anger.
"What I mean is that Count Portole has a very good eye for people, and you, Your Excellency, don't seem to have inherited this excellent talent at all."
Alfred bluntly humiliated him and began to explain himself before Francis could speak.
"Illya Arya is divided into academies for nobles and commoners. Now that Your Excellency knows this, I think the problem should be easy to solve."