The Empire of Reimia (3)

Moriner was quite annoyed by the May schedule – not only was his favorite subject not included, but he also had to attend combat training with that unpleasant woman three times. And, it seemed, things would only get worse from here. Well, that's what military academy is for, there's no getting out of it now. The choice of a class representative didn't seem very important to him anymore – either because of his bad mood from the morning, or because he hadn't really had time to get to know anyone properly in the past month. However, that wasn't unusual. But even without that, it was clear that the main contenders for the vacant position would be those of noble birth. And why are they all so convinced that it is their sacred duty to lead others? Therefore, Moriner simply glanced at the students sitting in the classroom, recited an old childhood rhyme to himself, and wrote down the chosen initials:

Result:
1

"Heh, that's funny," he chuckled, writing his own name. "And never mind, it won't affect anything anyway."