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Posts from The Empire of Reimia (3)Auto-translated
At the beginning of the following week, it became known that Romeo Helsward and Yaspis Peridot had been expelled from the academy. The situation escalated more than expected, and the final decision rested with the faculty. Three voted for a lenient punishment in the form of a month-long suspension from classes, while four voted for expulsion. According to rumors, the Helsward family tried to secure a reduction in the punishment, but Romeo refused to use their influence, just as he had refused to use their money during his studies at the academy. He accepted the punishment in full.
June, Week 2. - Art of Rifle Handling 3 – critical shot (Realgar Muscari) - Artillery (Avion Craig) - Mines (Realgar Muscari) - Combat Training – strength (Mari Kamiya), mandatory for students with an F grade - Central Gate (?) - Park (?) - Romeo's Room (?)
First, there was the news about the Empress, and now, two students have been expelled. Will there be some unpleasant news every week? This is not how Linnea imagined life at the Academy, not at all. And if she had, to some extent, anticipated the situation with Yaspis as a possibility, the second name came as a shock to the girl. Despite his arrogance, Romeo seemed like a very diligent student. One could only guess how this news would affect the other students who were more actively involved with those who were expelled. Combat training is strength.
Marey began his training, barely awake and with a rare sense of unwavering determination for his restless, unstable mind. In his initial attempts to create an insect – he first chose a wasp – Marey failed: time after time, the creation turned out to be a piece of dead, striped matter. He remembered Asteris again.
"Always start with the complex – from the simple," his uncle had taught him. "By breaking down the whole into parts and understanding everything individually, you will master the whole."
From the simple. Why a wasp? Can he even mentally imagine a wasp in the smallest details, down to the color of its mandibles and the pattern of its reticulated wings? It would be much wiser to choose a simple insect – an ant, for example.
Break it down into parts. An entity is the sum of matter and life energy. First, he will create matter, then – life. Reasoning this way, Marey returned to practice, already having a clear plan, and after a few hours, he achieved success – a perfectly alive and tangible ant crawled across the table.
Marey devoted all his time and energy to magic; by the end of the month, he already confidently mastered his first summoning spell: a bucket in his room was overflowing with the fruits of his experiments: insects of all kinds and colors lay there in an unappetizing, sticky mass. Usually neat, sometimes to the point of pedantry, Marey neglected both his room and his own appearance. He arrived at the combat training session with greasy hair and a sparse stubble. He endured it not too badly, especially considering his long-standing illness – after all, beatings were nothing new to him, and his self-esteem suffered more than his body, but he couldn't get out of bed all the next day.
"Fury, indeed. I thought these pampered nobles were exaggerating, but no. And what a whim – to subject me, a sick man with such a rare gift, to this on par with future soldiers. I hope they don't let me die during the testing, because I wouldn't vouch for my lungs..."
Added 9 minutes later
Marey approached the combat training test as an unavoidable evil, the history test – with genuine interest, although he hardly prepared, and the emperor's statement – with great anxiety. If he were to renounce in favor of his brother, that would still be understandable, but not like this... Marey was overcome by a bad premonition. Restless times are beginning, and he should be ready. For what – the sorcerer didn't know yet, but whatever awaited the country in the future, he would either be a participant in the upcoming events or become their victim.
/Revan, can we still work on it during the first week? I want to mentor a skill./
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
/Revan, is it possible to still complete the tasks within the first week? I want to train a skill./
For June? You can.
Added 5 minutes later The Whip of Mari was becoming more familiar, and it didn't cause as much pain as it did the first few times. Some still shuddered at the thought of attending training sessions, while others were even starting to enjoy it. In any case, the students were becoming, if not stronger, then at least noticeably tougher, and a simple gust of wind could no longer break them.
Unfortunately for Marey, no magic lectures were scheduled for this month. "They probably did this for the talentless, those incapable of mastering even a basic spell in a month or so," Marey thought bitterly. However, now he has the opportunity to catch up on his firearms training. Although he had no interest in weapons, this primitive tool of destruction for those incapable of magic, it would be ridiculous to graduate from the military academy without even knowing how to hold a pistol, and after giving up on elemental magic, it would be good to have such an "argument" on hand just in case. The first week was free from lectures, and he used the opportunity to ask Ely for help in mastering basic skills in using firearms: firstly, the girl was already a recognized expert in the subject in the class, and secondly, she was also personally attractive to him. The world would be a much better and simpler place if there were more people like her: quiet, reserved, focused on their own calling, on one thing.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
In response to the unexpected request, Eli hesitated at first, but then she composed herself and checked her schedule for this month. She really wanted to attend Realgar Muscari's lectures on firearms, so she only had one free slot left this month. She had planned to spend it attending agility training sessions, but in the end, she agreed to help a classmate.
Experience Eli: +75 (Might)
Skills - Fundamentals of Weaponry (125) Weapon license; ability to use a pistol, rifle, and submachine gun. This skill is required to learn other firearm skills.
So, 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.
The student tries to pull Bertrand along with him by 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 scream/call for help.
- Hey, let's keep it civil, - Bert tried to calm the stranger. - If you're that hungry, I can pay for you. What's the problem? I have 30 Rumis with me, I can lend you 20.