Chapter 284 Enroll the ss


    "Allen, which sses are you considering?"


    "I''ll opt for the same sses you''re interested in."


    "Oh my, haven''t we discussed this already? We each have our paths to follow."


    "But Felicia, we''re already in separate sses for the special andpulsory courses. So we should, at least, share the same general sses."


    "We will, indeed."


    Students possessed the liberty to select their preferred sses, yet they were obliged to meet certain requirements for graduation, which includedpleting a specific number of courses.


    "Is my input irrelevant here?" inquired Sharik.


    Allen, Felicia, and Sharik found themselves in Sharik''s home, the esteemed school equipment and armor shop, Adelskold.


    "Aligning my ss with Allen''s is as far as I can go. I won''t willingly join a ss that offers no practical value for me; it will be useless." retorted Felicia.


    "Oh, that''s cruel! I was hoping to join your discussion as well," Sharikmented with a glum expression.


    "Speaking of seemingly useless sses, I''m actually considering one of those," Allen confessed.


    "What ss is that?" inquired Felicia, curious.


    "This one," Allen pointed to his chosen paper. "The Study of Healing."


    "EEEEEH?!!!" eximed Sharik in surprise.


    Felicia, perplexed, questioned, "Why the loud reaction?"


    Sharik turned to Allen, incredulous. "Are you serious about studying healing? Aren''t you a vanguard?"


    "Yeah, but I want to delve into healing as well," affirmed Allen.


    "But healing is notoriously challenging, isn''t it? You have to memorize a plethora of body parts and intricate details!" Sharik protested, attempting to dissuade Allen.


    "That''s precisely what intrigues me. I believe it could prove beneficial in the future," Allen exined.


    Sharik wore a visibly confused expression before reluctantly stating, "I-I guess I might consider healing studies too..." It was evident he wasn''t enthusiastic about the prospect but waspelled by the desire to be in the same ss as Allen.


    Felicia also inspected the healing study on her paper. "Are you sure about this? Doesn''t this ss seem pointless for you?" Allen questioned.


    While it might be considered useless for Felicia, who could heal nearly anything with her abilities, she responded, "Perhaps, but my god''s blessing also has a time limit for wounds to be healed. Though not highly useful, I believe it still holds some value."


    While immersed in their discussion about chosen sses, Adelskold, the proprietor of the armor shop, interrupted them with a tone of irritation.


    "Why is it so crowded here? This is an armor shop, not a tavern," he grumbled.


    "Pa-pardon us, mr Adelskold..." Felicia replied, a hint of fear in her voice.


    "I also apologize for disturbing you; I can help you out a bit," Allen offered.


    Adelskold ced a ss of water on the table and instructed Sharik, "Hey Sharik, bring the rest of the water and bread from the back."


    "Ah, good!"


    Adelskold continued, "Next time, choose a more suitable ce for young people."


    In an uncanny reminder of Master Rodion, gruff yet benevolent, Allen epted the ss and, with a smile, said, "Thank you, Master Adelskold." As he drank the water, a sense of nostalgia washed over him, longing to reunite with the people of Barkaley once again.


    ''I wonder what Susan and the others are doing now. Well, most likely at this hour, she''s being scolded by Master Rodion for wasting ingredients for cooking practice, and she will frustrate and vent everything in front of me." Allen thought. ''But I am not there anymore. So she probably just venting alone," a sudden worry filled him.


    ''Hopefully she''ll be able to meet up with her brother soon.''


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    In the bustling corridors of Oxwade School, two new teachers crossed paths. Both were alums of Oxwade and had returned under simr circumstances. These new teachers are Petrone, a former mithril dungeon explorer, and Norman, one of the Noctem Dolls.


    As Petrone caught sight of Norman passing before her, a surprised and displeased "Geh!" escaped her lips. Norman, in turn, emitted a "cih" sound as they identally collided in the corridor.


    However, after the unexpected noise, they locked eyes and


    "BHHAHAHAHAHAHA" almost in unison, burst intoughter.


    "HAHAHA Look at that teacher uniform you''re wearing! It doesn''t fit you at all!" teased Norman.


    Petrone quickly picked up on the teasing. "Pffft, you too! Your clothes are too big for someone of your stature. The school must not have appropriate attire for short!"


    "HAAAH! Watch what you say! Even though that old man instilled an oath not to kill anyone in the academy, I can still split those two hairs of yours!"


    "Well, just do it then, but could your hand reach them? Little kid, don''t try to talk about impossible things; you''ll trip."


    "Haha, the one who tripped should be you. Where are your ugly round sses? Did you use amnis to change them? Trying to use your face to attract students? How tacky."


    A tense silence followed as they both suppressed their anger.


    ''This guy/woman is so annoying,'' they thought simultaneously.


    The oath imposed on Norman extended beyond merely refraining from killing students to intentionally causing harm for unclear reasons, including personal feelings such as annoyance. On the other hand, Petrone,cking the oath, couldn''t harm or attack Norman despite her hate for him. Despite her hatred, she acknowledged Norman''s strength, and any intention to harm him would require an advanced type amnis, which is inappropriate for doing it in the school corridors.


    "By the way, where is rissa? Didn''t youe with her?" Petrone inquired.


    "Hmph! I''m under no obligation to tell you," Norman retorted as he walked away, brushing past Petrone.


    "Of course there is; murderers like you are required to tell everything to others, otherwise there would be no ce for you in society."


    "Bleh bleh bleh, thank you for the advice, most holydy. I don''t intend to blend in with society."


    ''This child is really annoying!'' thought Petrone. Frustrated, she finally became blunt.


    "HEY! I''m seriously asking! At least tell me that she didn''t do something that old man Eliphas told her to do!" Petrone shouted.


    Norman stopped and turned his head. "No, she didn''t do anything rted to that. In fact, she''s not even under any oath to the old man," he exined.


    "Huh?"


    "It''s more like she already had a different oath before, so the second oath doesn''t work on her anymore."


    Petrone cared little about rissa''s actions; her primary concern was Eliphas'' purpose for enrolling them in the academy. The atmosphere grew more serious. Perhaps in acknowledgment of the gravity of Petrone''s question, Norman queried her.


    "Have you seen the current list of teachers and students at the academy?"


    Petrone promptly replied, "I have. You''re aware of it too," confirming she also had seen the list.


    "I wonder what the old man is nning?" Norman mused.


    ''What is he nning? That''s my question too,'' thought Petrone. ''Other-worlders, heroes, criminals, and even... demons are here. And the list of students, too, are all important people from each continent and country. Coincidence? Let''s hope so. But with this shorty here, plus rissa and me, that old man must be nning something, and it must be serious.


    "I don''t know; there''s no way I can get inside his head," Petrone said, waving her hand dismissively as she left. "Don''t forget to give rissa my regards."


    "Huh?!"


    "Tell her I''ll kill you for sure."


    Norman sighed and shouted, "Tell her yourself!"