50-endogenous life




 After that, a detailed explanation of the school's off-limits areas and prohibited items was completed, and the entrance ceremony was over.

 The students were leaving the auditorium in a flurry.
 Partly because I wanted to avoid the crowds, I walked behind the line and observed my surroundings.

 I look at the sculpture of a fairy placed in the aisle.
 Hmm. I can feel the gaze from inside those eyes.

 There was an option to break it down and examine its contents, but it would be best to avoid imitating the early entrance to the school to make it stand out.

 Cross the corridor with a moving floor and climb up the snake-patterned spiral staircase.
 A classroom that hits the castle's hillside. This is the classroom for A class.

Hey. "Hey. You see what happened last night? You heard about last night?

I know. I heard that Mars' guy got head-butted by an outsider and hasn't been to school since the first day.

 The conversation stops as I walk into the classroom and almost everyone's eyes are on me.

 I move to an empty back seat without paying any attention to them.
 It seems that as of today, the seats are not reserved, and students can freely choose their own seats.

I'm not sure what to say. It's a terrible away air.

Really? I think this is pretty normal.

 But, well, in Ted's case, it's not too much to ask.
 Unlike me, who has been persecuted for his eyes since birth, Ted is probably not used to being maligned by others.

 I later learned that eighty percent of the students enrolled in the Ersulia Magic Academy are from the preparatory school.

 The parents of those who came from the Preparatory School are often aristocrats who are passionate about education and are financially well off, and this is why a distorted idea of election is often sprouted among the inside students.