Posts from The Empire of Reimia (3) Auto-translated

Let's see how well you'll sing when the only shelter from the machine gun fire is the corpse of a Toutar.

/ And a tank. No, actually, he's a good character, one of the most talented./

Can demonic blood be sensed or detected in any way? Is it too early for me to start hating on Lathro?

If he has no visible external differences, it's not easy to determine. It's quite possible that you'll become friends, fall in love with each other, and then it will turn out that he's a demonic degenerate.

I hope he doesn't publicly boast about his origins...

/no, I'm not some local thug
//We'll beat him up after school behind the garages.

What, are you trembling, mortals? Just wait until I break the seal on my hand and plunge the world into chaos.

“This small formality may seem a bit tedious to some of you, but rest assured, you will be spending a lot of time together, and this is necessary to lay the foundation for your future relationships.” The process of introducing the Class III students to each other continued for quite some time, and the teacher, noticing the weary look on one of the students, decided to explain the importance of this modest ritual. “Why don’t you introduce yourself next?” The young man sighed heavily, stepped forward, turned to face the class, and began, “Light Darkinson. I won’t say I’m glad to meet you, because I don’t yet know if I am, not knowing what kind of people you are, but let’s be acquainted.” Next, it was the turn of other students, who came forward in turn and briefly introduced themselves. “E-Eli,” one of the girls said timidly, “just Eli. I don’t have a last name, ehe-he... I-I hope we become friends!” “Azarina Eisenbach. I am glad for this fateful meeting and very much hope that the time spent in this academy will be not only joyful and informative for all of us, but will also allow each of us to develop the necessary talents and character traits.” “O-oh, are you the Eisenbachs I’m thinking of?” One of the boys practically jumped up with undisguised curiosity, but quickly regained his composure. “Hmm! Romeo Helsward, the eldest son of Julian, the head of the noble Helsward family, whose history dates back to the very origins of our great country. Rejoice, for today Lady Luck has turned her face to you, allowing you to share a class with me.” Having finished introducing himself, Romeo gracefully turned to the teacher. “May I ask when the selection of a representative for this class is planned? In my opinion, the candidate for this position is obvious, and there is no need for a vote.” “It is still too early for that,” Yuki said, showing absolutely no emotion towards the student’s arrogance, and replied with a hint of warmth in his voice, as if he were addressing any other student. “It is assumed that before making this decision, you should get to know each other better. Which, by the way, is what we are doing now...” Understanding the hint, Romeo returned to his seat. “Shogo. Like Eli, I don’t have a last name.” The boy with snow-white hair paused to carefully study his classmates. As it seemed, his gaze lingered only on the girls. “Ah, what a wonderful place. I am so glad to be a student at this academy with all of you, words cannot express it!” “My name is Berwang! B-e-r-v-a-n-g. Please remember! I don’t know what awaits us ahead, but there is nothing that true friends cannot overcome! That’s what I think.” “Relgar Pazori, nice to meet you.” “Anelotta Monardeyn. Unlike… some, I do have a last name, but I won’t ask you to remember it. After all, it’s not easy, and it would simply be impolite of me to burden the weak minds that are surely present in this class. At least, if you believe the statistics.” “Ipheon Masaoaka.” “Imir Spring. Very glad to meet you all!” When the students finished introducing themselves, the teacher again took the central place in the audience. “Returning to the question that Romeo raised: the official vote for the role of class representative is scheduled for the beginning of May, that is, not so soon. In the meantime, however, we will conduct a small experiment: you will vote right now, and we will compare how these votes will differ from the May ones.” A minute later, blank sheets of paper were in front of the students, on which they were supposed to write a name.

— Oh, are those the Eisenbachs I'm thinking of? — One of the guys jumped up, unable to contain his curiosity, but quickly regained his composure. — Hmm! Romeo Helsward, the eldest son of Julian, head of the noble Helsward family, whose history dates back to the very founding of our great country. Rejoice, for today Lady Luck has smiled upon you, allowing you to share a class with me. — Having finished his introduction, Romeo gracefully turned towards the teacher. — May I ask when the selection of a representative for this class is planned? In my opinion, the candidate for this position is obvious, and there is no need for a vote.

He sounds more like a descendant of Cedric.

with snow-white hair

With snow-white hair.
Parfinora writes her own name in a beautiful and ornate script, characterized by long lines.

"A bit of a strange experiment, how will we understand based on just two phrases? Maybe I should write to Linnea or Berta, they seem confident, but not overly theatrical..."
After thinking for a bit more, Xenomia writes "Light Darkinson".

! Regarding the relationship mechanics:
- Depending on the characters' personality traits, their initial attitude towards classmates is individual and varies greatly.
- Relationships change as a result of certain events, both active and passive.
- If the player's character forms a friendly relationship with one of the classmates, the latter unlocks additional potential (usually a quite powerful effect), and the character itself receives a friendship bonus.
- The potential is unlocked only once, while the friendship bonus with one character can activate an unlimited number of other characters, including those not controlled by the player.

Why don't we have any potential? :mad:

Possible answers:
a) GM is mediocre;
b) GM is lazy;
c) GM balanced everything perfectly.

Linnea couldn't help but notice that their class was a colorful and diverse group, ranging from descendants of ancient aristocratic families to simple village boys. However, she wasn't too surprised by the presence of the former. But the demand from one of the nobles to appoint him as the class prefect, as well as the experiment that followed, came as a surprise to her, even if it was something amusing to watch. However, she had no intention of voting for Romeo. And she had no doubt that most of the class shared her opinion. Of course, sometimes such upstarts turn out to be good at what they do, but the descendant of the ancient Helsward family made Linnea think of him as a self-important person, albeit a relatively harmless one. After him, the girl eliminated the candidacies of shy and taciturn boys, such as Moriner or Eli. According to her observations, people like the former were not good at coping with the stress of the responsibility placed upon them. The latter, at the moment, were an unknown quantity. She didn't even consider herself among the candidates for class prefect. Gradually, for one reason or another, the girl eliminated most of the other students, until only three candidates remained: Parphinor von Flexia, Bertrand De'Lart, and Azarina Eisenbach. And after some thought, Linnea decided to cast her vote in favor of the latter.

Without much hesitation, Lathro wrote down "Romeo". He had time to consider another dubious option, but ultimately deemed it unworthy of attention.

Bert delved into his thoughts and observed the people around him. With regret, he noted that there were bound to be some oddballs, but they exist everywhere, and one should simply accept that. At some point, he stopped listening to the speakers, as all their words were boring, only partially catching the information. Once, he felt like challenging the skeptical view on statistics when one of the girls spoke about it, but decided that now was not the time and it wasn't worth it. When asked to write his name, the elf chose Toutar, partly because he hadn't been listening to everyone and remembered, and partly just for a joke.