The Empire of Reimia (3) Auto-translated

-Yes, I'm fine - Parfynora was a little surprised by the question, as she wasn't coughing up blood - I'm much more worried about Sapphiros. Maybe you know what's wrong with him?

– Oh, I’m just not feeling too well, nothing serious,” Shogo waved his hand dismissively. “But tell me…
– Shogo! – The classroom falls silent at the appearance of Euriala Grace in the room. – What is this? – She pointed her pointer at his unbuttoned jacket and tapped him on the top of his head with it. – Get yourself together immediately! – Shogo obediently buttoned up, but the self-satisfied expression didn't leave his face, so the instructor had to hit him again. – Class III, I have an important announcement for you. – Euriala took a seat in front of the blackboard, and after her team gave the signal "you can come in," an unfamiliar girl appeared before the students.

– M-my name is Naru Enemkar, nice to meet you...
The end of September was a rather unusual time for new students to be enrolled in the academy, but as it turned out later, this was an exceptional situation. Naru was a refugee from Dreyeria who was graciously allowed to study at the Reima Military Academy; she even managed to swear allegiance to the country and the Empress and was ready to serve in case of war.
This brief introduction smoothly transitioned into a lecture about Dreyeria, which, for some reason, was held on the academy’s training grounds instead of in a classroom.
Having finished with the Fragments of Destiny and the ancient history of Dreyeria, Euriala Grace moved on to explaining the current state of affairs in that country.

Dreyeria
As centuries ago, the center of this country's system of views and its politics is Dreyerian prosperity and superiority. According to the ideology adopted in Dreyeria, fellow citizens living in foreign lands, as well as those bearing the Fragments of Destiny, are welcomed in Dreyeria with open arms, while everyone else must be destroyed or enslaved. Currently, any Dreyerian can afford a comfortable life and the opportunity to do almost anything, but only if they do not oppose the government. The fate of the rest of the inhabitants of Dreyeria is unenviable: the majority are deprived of their free will and forced to unquestioningly obey the orders of their masters; people unfit for performing any functions are used as fuel for power plants in Dreyeria's megacities. It is quite predictable that, given such a situation within the country, it has few friends on the international stage.

– Dreyeria's arsenal differs significantly from the weapons used by us. In most countries of the world, magical sciences have taken a back seat, but not in Dreyeria. Naru, would you mind?
– Of course, Ms. Grace...
In Naru’s hands was an elegant crystal staff with a beautiful emerald attached to its top. The girl pointed it towards where no one was standing, and in the next moment, the emerald "fired" a powerful stream of energy which, upon hitting the ground, exploded like a powerful bomb. Then she hit the blunt end of the staff against the ground and moved from one place to another.
– That’s enough. – Euriala was satisfied with the demonstration. – Unfortunately, our scientists have not yet been able to unravel the secret of this weapon, but apparently, only representatives of this nation can use it.

Experience
Moriner: +118
Naru: +228

Skills
- Supremacy (500)
+10-5% accuracy against empire opponents, +30% damage, and +5% critical hit chance against them.

— Nah, I'm just not feeling great, nothing serious, — Shogo waved his hand, — but tell me...

...what color are your panties? - Shogo finished the sentence.
I'm going for expert leadership.

Today, students on the leadership course were able to learn more about what was required of them on the battlefield to be more competent and inspiring commanders.

Skills
- Expert Leadership (750)
+1 to Charisma
- Absolute Defense (1000)
Order: allies commanded by the character take no damage, lasts 1 turn, requires 2 Charisma points.
- Reconnaissance (600)
Order: scouts the area within a range of 1+6, reveals hidden enemies, traps, and mines.
- Inspiration (1500)
Allies commanded by the character have a 50% chance to gain an extra action at the beginning of the turn.

Experience
Parfynor: +76

Why is it so little? I have the lowest penalty for ugliness and only 2 points in intelligence...

Unlucky with the base value roll...

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The tactics lessons turned out to be quite challenging, but not because of the physical exertion, but because of how hard the students had to strain their brains to grasp the essence of everything Engressa Roselit was talking about.

Skills
- Supply – provisions (300)
Tactics: fills the character's inventory with the selected type of ammunition or other limited-use items.
- Supply – equipment (300)
Tactics: adds the selected type of weapon or other equipment to the character's inventory.
- Healing (300)
Tactics: restores 300 health points to the selected character.
- Guidance (300)
Tactics: the selected character receives +10% to hit chance until the end of the phase.
- Evasion (300)
Tactics: the selected character receives +10% to dodge chance until the end of the phase.
- Protection (500)
Tactics: the selected character receives +50 and +50% to defense for one action.
- Destruction (300)
Tactics: the selected character deals 50% more damage until the end of the phase.
- Ruin (800)
Tactics: the selected character ignores the opponent's defense until the end of the phase.

Experience
Moriner: +110

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At the end of the school day, Issei appeared in the classroom of Class III. He was wearing a T-shirt similar to the one Shogo wore, but instead of Kanade, it featured Hanabi.
- So, are you going to watch? – he asked his classmate about, of course, the final of the national Competitive.
- There would be someone worth watching.
- Come on, there are still some decent "faces" around. Of course, thanks to SOMEONE, – Issei raised his voice so that other members of Class III could hear him and shook his head disapprovingly, – the best is already behind us, but there's nothing we can do about it. Oh, now I regret that I didn't give it my all, otherwise your guys wouldn't have been able to do anything, they just ruined everything!
Shogo shrugged, as if it didn't concern him.

Xenomia tentatively expressed a desire to join.

Parfinora wasn't particularly interested in watching the competitions, but she wanted to cheer for Sapphire. During their brief encounter, the young man made a very good impression on her, and besides, her ego wouldn't be as hurt if her class lost to the competition's champion – but this part of her motives remained only in her subconscious.

- I don't know, man, - Yawned Latro. - I think even if you gave it your all, those guys would just wipe their feet on you. No offense, but they seemed stronger to me.

Naru was a refugee from Dreyeria, and she was graciously allowed to study at the Reima Military Academy; she even managed to swear allegiance to the country and the Empress and was ready to serve in the event of war.

"Naru. Hmm, I sympathize... Oh, what am I doing, getting distracted." -- Having seen what he wanted, Marei finally stopped gazing at the girl's hand and looked intently into the eyes of the newcomer. Something in her face, figure, and especially her speech reminded him of Eli with her quiet concentration. And, perhaps, of the graceful, incredibly talented Saphirros -- Marei watched the final stage of the Competitive, although he had ignored the previous ones. In general, the impression could even be called quite pleasant, if it weren't so alarming. She was too alien among all of them, the small and proud, the vicious and the pious, the strong and the weak, the dark and the intelligent, in a word, the living, simple, in one way or another mediocre people. If, looking at Shogo, despite all his talent, Marei felt the urge to laugh contemptuously, then here there was something... Something similar to the interest of a scientist or art historian who has the chance to observe something completely new, alien, but almost beautiful. Marei was a great lover of observing, capturing images and ideas from reality, accumulating them, breaking them down in his mind into components, arranging, sorting them. And this, frankly, was a magnificent object of observation.
But the sorcerer will rethink all this and formulate it for himself not then, not at that moment when he, catching himself again in a rather indelicate manner of looking, quickly averted his gaze from the Dreyerian, but much later. Marei got up from his seat and introduced himself in his usual unemotional manner.
-- Marei Mainz, very pleased to meet you.

"I wonder what made her leave paradise for superhumans?" -- that's all he thought then, leaving the auditorium. In the room, he was met with what he did not want, but to which he was obliged. The Code. A month had passed, and it was simply impossible to postpone the acquaintance any longer.

The gremlin who burst into the classroom behaved just like his favorite idols – ostentatiously insulting everyone around him, not knowing any other way to release his pent-up emotions. In contrast, Shogo, sitting next to him, looked like an angel.
— Yes, we made a mistake,” Neia said with a gentle smile as she approached the young men, “I’m sure if you had given it your all, your class would have definitely reached the finals.

“Who even needs this final? What’s the point of sweating over a badge?” – Issei smiled sweetly, but with a hint of annoyance, in response to Latro and Linnei’s comments, and shook his head again. “I would just let the idols wipe their feet on them, and then the tournament would be more interesting and exciting!”

-- An unusual motivation, especially for a student at a military academy... -- Xenomia said this without malice or irony, simply with puzzled curiosity.

- Hmm... - Latro looked the dwarf up and down, examining his bright eyes and thin smile. - Yes, I believe you would. No further questions.

“Ah, Shogo, my friend, this class needs some refinement; otherwise, they’re like barbarians, I swear!”
With these words, Issei left class III in peace and exited the classroom.