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Well, after barely recovering from another torture session and still unable to decide whether to dedicate more time to history or magic, Moriner decided to visit the... curator(?) in his free time and ask if any magic classes are planned for July.
— Usually, I would say yes, but due to the coronation ceremony of the new empress and the week-long holiday associated with this event, there is a high chance that the next class on this subject will not be held until August.
As Marey expected, firearms turned out to be an awkward, uninteresting, and ineffective tool in his hands. However, he actually liked the pistol – it was light, compact, and easy to carry. Perhaps he should acquire one for himself.
In any case, he thanked his classmate for the help and responsiveness, doing so in a very polite manner, even with unusual, albeit barely noticeable, warm undertones in his voice. "She is truly helpful. She knows her place, understands her task, and is more responsive than I thought. In the future, I should be more polite to her, perhaps." Marey planned his schedule as follows: he would have to attend two combat training lectures, and he would dedicate the last session to practicing shooting with the pistol.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
— Normally, I would say yes, but due to the coronation ceremony of the new Empress and the associated week-long holiday, there is a good chance that the next class on this subject will not be held until August.
“Well, thank you,” Moriner thanked the curator. “With these mandatory combat training sessions, there isn’t much time left for self-study… I hope I can achieve better results in them to improve my overall academic performance.”
so it's the same, third mandatory + history, fourth only orange
Latro approaches a couple. - Lotka, hello! - He puts his hand on the boy's shoulder. - Hey! What grade are you in, brother? What's your name? I'm Lat.
— Good day to you, brother Lat. — The boy bowed politely. — My name is Galmey, and I am just a humble servant of our mentor, Usami Kyoko, the great, merciful, and loving mother of harmony between people, nature, and the universe around us.
Added 3 minutes later Arandor
- Hey, let's keep our hands to ourselves, - Bert tried to calm the stranger. - If you're so hungry, I can pay for you. What's the problem? I have 30 Rumies, I can lend you 20.
Bert's offer, for some reason, did not please the stranger. He gnashed his teeth and dragged him along.
"How did they get expelled?" – the news about Romeo and Yaspis shocked Xenomia. "Am I somehow to blame for this? If I hadn't been there and confirmed Yukki's words about Parfynora, maybe they would have continued studying and could have pursued their dreams, whatever they may be... They certainly acted badly, but they are still my classmates." In her free time, Miya approached Yukki's office, perhaps to ask him to reconsider his decision regarding Romeo and Yaspis, if that was still possible. However, the girl couldn't bring herself to go inside and actually say it, because she hardly believed that her words would actually have any effect, and in the end, she left.
- Okay, you don't have to return it. As a token of our acquaintance. You could have been more clear from the start, though.
While Bert was trying to explain something to the delinquent who had approached him, another person walked up to them. The elf didn't know it, but his name was Gengoro. — Are you at it again? — Sempai sighed. — You've already been sent home for a whole month to cool off; next time, you'll be expelled for good. — Pfft, it's funny coming from you. — I don't shake people down for money, and, as you can see, I'm not on the verge of being expelled in my final year. — Tch, — the delinquent released Bert from his grip and pushed him away, — go on, get out of here. The incident ended there.Morning
- It's a pleasure to meet you, - Latro smiled. - I was just walking by and saw a familiar face, so I thought I'd say hello. What are you talking about?
— About the Mentor and her wise, loving words that heal wounds, bring people together, and lead the world to harmony and prosperity.
and will you teach me how to shoot a pistol? - Uh, thank you, - Bert thanked the stranger, a little flustered. - It's the first time I've seen this guy. He caught me off guard with his excessive persistence. I didn't expect to see anyone like that here. By the way, I'm Bert.
- How wonderful and inspiring, - Latro shook his head. - Listen, buddy... Or rather, brother. Can I call you that too? Brother Galmey? After all, we are brothers. I apologize for interrupting your conversation, but I need to borrow Lotka from you. We have some urgent matters, and I really need her advice. Let's catch up another time, okay? What grade are you in? Just so I know.
- Uh, thanks, - Bert said, a little flustered, to the stranger. - I've never seen this guy before. He caught me off guard with his excessive persistence. I didn't expect to see such people here. By the way, I'm Bert.
- Don't pay attention to it; in his foolishness and stubbornness, he is unique, and therefore, he doesn't always act rationally, which is why he sometimes has to stay outside the academy walls as punishment for his misdeeds. In general, such things shouldn't happen here, but if anything, call me.
- How wonderful and inspiring, - Latro shook his head. - Listen, brother... Or rather, brother. Can I call you that too? Brother Galmey? After all, we are all brothers. I apologize for interrupting your conversation, but I need to borrow Lotka from you; we have some urgent matters, and I desperately need her advice. Let's do it another time, okay? What class are you in? Just so I know.
- My humble, unremarkable person belongs to class IV. I offer my deepest apologies if I interrupted you two... But if another time, may I ask where I can find you to continue this conversation another day? Perhaps you would be so kind as to tell me your room numbers and set a specific date for our future meeting?
- Hmm, that might be a bit tricky, we have a pretty packed schedule this month... How can we get out of this situation? - Latro frowned and stroked his chin.
- Oh! - he smiled and snapped his fingers. - What if you tell us your building, floor, and room number? And if we have a free moment, we'll gladly stop by and listen! What do you think? Not a bad idea, right?
He gently put his arm around Galmey's shoulders and nodded encouragingly.