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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: First Day at the Academy (3)
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“By the way, who is the other person in our room?”
“Hmm?”
“It seems they didn’t come in last night either…”
“Ah…”
As Sei-an headed towards the dorm, something suddenly occurred to him, and he began to ask Kanto.
Three people were supposed to be assigned to one room, but last night, only Kanto and he had slept there.
Sei-an, who still hadn't met the occupant of the empty bed on the right, felt curious about who that person was.
“It’s better not to get involved with that person.”
“Huh?”
“They’re a troublesome delinquent.”
“A delinquent?”
In response to Sei-an’s question, Kanto’s expression hardened slightly as he began to briefly share information about them.
“Their status seems to be quite high. The professors and the dean don’t impose any sanctions on them.”
“Do they do things that would warrant sanctions?”
“For starters, they’ve hardly ever attended classes.”
“…”
“That’s why they always get failing grades and have been stuck in the lower class for years.”
Juist Academy was divided into three levels: the lower class, the middle class, and the upper class.
All new students who first enrolled were placed in the lower class, and after one year, their combined scores from class participation and midterm/final exams were graded to determine promotion to the middle class.
Likewise, the middle class also had their combined scores from one year of class participation and midterm/final exams graded for promotion to the upper class.
“Their personality is awful, so it’s best if you don’t associate with them either.”
“Hmm.”
So there are people like that even in a place like this.
Instead, Sei-an wore an intrigued expression at Kanto’s words.
It was fascinating that an anomaly existed here, a place he had thought was only filled with people who valued appearances and prioritized how others perceived them.
Thump… thump…
“Huh?”
But then, Sei-an felt something strange.
The moment he inadvertently raised his head and saw a woman approaching from a distance, his heart inexplicably began to beat a little faster.
‘What is this?’
She was certainly not a person he remembered.
Although she was beautiful enough to make anyone turn their head, Sei-an was not the type whose heart would pound just by seeing such a woman.
‘…Could it be?’
Then, Sei-an’s expression stiffened slightly at the involuntary pounding of his heart as he looked back at the woman slowly approaching him.
‘Not my mind… is my heart remembering that woman?’
It wasn’t his own memory. This was the dead Sei-an’s memory.
It wasn’t his mind remembering; it was the heart he now shared that was remembering and pounding for that woman.
Thump… thump…
‘It seems she was the woman he loved.’
Sei-an could feel that the dead Sei-an had loved the woman now approaching him. To the extent that his heart remembered and beat on its own.
However, the woman’s expression as she approached under his gaze didn’t seem to reciprocate.
She was looking at him with a frown, as if he were an annoying insect.
It seemed to have been a one-sided love.
Thump… thump…
‘But…’
But not anymore.
Thump…
‘Because now, you are my heart.’
It’s no longer the dead Sei-an’s heart; it’s my heart now.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, the pounding of his heart, which had been loud enough to hear in his ears, began to disappear as if by magic.
“…”
Sei-an, with an indifferent expression once more, turned his gaze away from the woman approaching him and walked straight past her.
“...!”
The woman, who had been looking at him with displeasure, abruptly stopped and turned around, watching Sei-an walk past and disappear.
“…”
For the first time, he, who had persistently followed her despite her calling him annoying, had turned his back on her first.
The woman, with a dumbfounded expression, silently watched Sei-an disappear without a backward glance.
“Se-Sei-an.”
“Yes?”
“Are you, alright?”
“What do you mean?”
“You just walked past Miss Aimela.”
“Who is that?”
“...!”
Meanwhile, Kanto was the one who spoke to Sei-an urgently, his expression bewildered.
But at his response, asking who Aimela was, Kanto was speechless for a moment.
“Miss Aimela is…”
Aimela Kais.
She was the only daughter of the Kais Count’s family, which held considerable power in the Cezaros Empire.
The fact that Sei-an had fallen in love the moment he first entered the academy and saw her, then persistently followed her, was something no one in the academy was unaware of.
Of course, the fact that Aimela intensely disliked such a Sei-an and didn’t even glance at him was also something no one in the academy was unaware of.
“…No. If you’ve forgotten, that’s fine.”
Kanto, who had been about to tell him about her, recalled those past facts and promptly closed his mouth.
Since he had lost his memory, Kanto didn’t feel the need to specifically tell him about someone who didn’t like him back.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
Kanto chuckled and started walking again towards the dorm, and Sei-an also slowly began to follow behind him.
“By the way, you.”
“Yes?”
“How long are you going to keep using formal speech?”
“…Well, I suppose it’ll get better gradually.”
“When is ‘gradually’?”
“…”
Kanto, who had been speaking to Sei-an, who continuously used formal speech with him, couldn’t help but let out another small chuckle as he saw Sei-an unable to easily answer his question.
