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

Xenomia doesn't find anyone in this corridor. Even Shogo has already disappeared somewhere. ___________ When the matter was settled, Romeo roughly pushed Yaspis away from him, as if she were stuck to his body. "You've fulfilled your function, now get out." Unfortunately, "getting out" turned out not to be so easy, because by that time, not only Parphinora but also Xenomia and the curator were outside room #6. Romeo and Yaspis had to follow Yuki, and this marked the end of Parphinora and Xenomia's involvement in this incident.

I'm going to the cafeteria. x)

Only after Yuki Xenomia arrived did she understand what might have been happening, but she didn't dare talk about it with the class monitor; she just stood there, blushing uncertainly.
-- Okay, I'll go. I wanted to read in the library. Thank you for being so vigilant, Parfinora. It's good that nothing terrible happened.

-- Alright, I'll be going. I wanted to read in the library. Thank you for your vigilance, Parfinora. It's good that nothing terrible happened.

-Let's hope that's really the case...

In the cafeteria, a student approaches Bert, whom he hasn't seen before.

"Hey buddy," the guy says, giving Bertrand a light hug, "I forgot my money today; could you lend me some?"

An elite educational institution, the pride and joy of the Rheian nation.

What’s wrong with that? You need to help your comrades in trouble...

— Hey, buddy, — the guy lightly puts his arm around Bertrand, — I forgot my money today, could you lend me some?

damn, that's relatable
where are Berwang and the other guys?

Just in case, Xenomia is currently asking her new acquaintance what she likes most among the items and other things, and she says that she is learning to shoot a rifle and providing technical support, but she is not quite sure yet.

Where are Berwang and the others?

Looks like they either already ate or haven't arrived yet.

Just in case, Xenomia is currently talking to her new acquaintance, asking what she likes most among various items and things, and she says that she is learning to shoot a rifle and providing technical support, but she's not quite sure yet.

— I'm interested in everything, — the girl confessed, — of course, I might never be able to become a true master in something, but I'm too interested in the world around us and the people who inhabit it to choose just one thing and sacrifice everything else.

— Hey, buddy, — the guy lightly puts his arm around Bertrand, — I forgot my money today, do me a favor and lend me some.

- What's your name, buddy? I haven't seen you before.
go to the sailor, he has more money

I'm interested in everything,” the girl confessed, “of course, I might never become a true master in any one thing, but I'm too interested in the world around us and the people who inhabit it to be able to choose just one thing and sacrifice everything else.

-- Wow, that's great... I hope we meet again.

— Why don't you introduce yourself before asking about others? That's not very polite! Let's go somewhere else; we can talk better in the fresh air.
The student tries to pull Bertrand away with force, and the latter realizes that he cannot break free from the stranger's "embrace." He can either follow him or swallow his pride and shout/call for help.

In response to the carefully orchestrated display of wounded pride and satisfied vanity put on by Parfynor and Romeo, Marei simply stroked his chin and nodded, as if everything had unfolded exactly as he expected and, in essence, didn't matter. His thoughts had already returned to the previous subject. He had only superficially absorbed the information about the history test, although it would later cause him much anxiety: he wouldn't have time to catch up on the material, and although his overall level of erudition would allow him to write something, he would be dissatisfied with himself and his work.
In the afternoon of the same day, he sat at his desk again, pondering the previous question. It was naive to think that the solution would come on its own, but Marei firmly decided that it would be found today, and he would not go to bed without making a choice. He began with the method of elimination. After the healing, he discarded illusions: when he asked himself, "What is magic to me?" he immediately gave three answers. Independence. Power. Control. Illusions did not meet the first and last criteria; they were too abstract, too situational. They could sometimes be extremely useful, but in general, they were unreliable. And they were unlikely to give the feeling of power that "material" magic could provide. After that, with a heavy heart, as if he himself were throwing a childhood dream into a grave, he rejected elemental magic. Two directions remained, and the choice between two such similar schools, one of which promised the power to create matter, and the other to control existing matter, turned out to be the most difficult and tormented the mage for several hours. He was still very young, and therefore romantic, and the potential of the mysterious art of transformation stirred his mind more than any fiery vortex. But at the same time, Marei was already spoiled by life, and the desire for reliable, material gain lay heavily on his mind. It was long past midnight when, above a variety of scribbles on various magical topics, Marei drew a large black spider in his notebook, blew out the candle, and went to bed without undressing.

A student tries to forcibly drag Bertrand away.

This is the second time this week that students from class 3 have been humiliated through the use of force.