| Author: Eltria | Original Source: Syosetu |
| Translator: Mui | English Source: Re:Library |
| Editor(s): Robinxen | |
| Project GB is an official initiative by Re:Library. |
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After completing introductions that included hometowns and hobbies, I had a rough understanding of my classmates.
Vannabelle and Numelin, who were brimming with enthusiasm and had claimed the seats at the front of the class, seemed to have been best friends since elementary school. Fortunately, they were both in the military department, which was different from both mine and Alfe’s majors. Romeo, a member of the Halfling race, and Isaac, a beastkin of the Renard race with a fox tail, also appeared to be childhood friends. They were in the same engineering department as me, so remembering them could prove useful.
In addition to them, I noted that there was another student in the engineering department, a catkin named Henri with leopard-like markings on his face and round glasses. As for the rest, I figured I’d remember them gradually.
Alfe had apparently become quite popular with Lili-Lulu, and during their introduction, it was mentioned that they had formed an ‘Elf Alliance.’ Just as they were about to break into that odd dance of theirs, they were stopped by Mr. Tanutanu, which only confirmed that they were indeed quite the eccentric type.
Finally, the last student to introduce himself was Gide, a bear beastkin sitting at the back of the class by the door. Despite his massive frame, he introduced himself in a rather timid manner, and with that, it was time to choose the class representative.
“Now, as for the class representative, it’s an important role representing Class 1-F—”
“I’ll do it!”
Before Mr. Tanutanu could finish explaining, Vannabelle interrupted and volunteered to be the class rep. It seemed she was the type who didn’t listen to others until the end.
“I’m going to change this school starting from our class. To hell with all this discrimination against demi-humans!”
“Belle~ your language…” Numelin gently chastised her, in stark contrast to Vannabelle’s fervor.
“But Nume, this is too much. We worked so hard to get into this school, and this is what we get? Sure, I ain’t the brightest and barely scraped by as an alternate, so I get why I’m stuck in Class F. But you’re different, Nume! And I’m sure some of ya here feel the same, right?”
As Vannabelle scanned the room, glaring at each of us in turn, a few students, who seemed to share her sentiments, showed a clear interest in what she was saying.
“Vannabelle, leave unrelated matters for later.”
“We’re choosing the class representative, so it’s not unrelated! Besides, I’ve already done my homework by talking to the upperclassmen in the dorms!”
Ignoring Mr. Tanutanu’s attempt to stop her, Vannabelle raised her voice in defiance. Mr. Tanutanu, seeing there was no point in arguing, shook his head and folded his arms, taking a step back to watch.
“The real issue here is discrimination against demi-humans. You all must’ve noticed when you got placed in this class, right? They say it’s based on grades, but Class A? It’s filled with human elites from distinguished families, regardless of their actual academic performance. And this class? It’s the opposite!”
She wasn’t wrong. In fact, the family of the Gutenberg boy who was placed in Class A was influential enough to be included in the freshman speech, so it was clear there was favoritism at play.
“Is that all you have to say, Vannabelle?” Mr. Tanutanu raised an eyebrow, questioning her.
“Yeah, that’s about it.” Vannabelle nodded, seemingly satisfied after airing her grievances, and glanced around the classroom.
“That’s why I’m going to stand up against this demi-human discrimination, head-on. Becoming the class rep is an important step toward that. So, is anyone else gonna volunteer? No? Didn’t think so!”
Her overwhelming energy left the rest of the class stunned. It didn’t seem like anyone here was the type to challenge her for the role. Personally, I wasn’t interested in dealing with the hassle either1.
“Nume.”
“Kaay.”
Taking the silence as an approval, Vannabelle signaled to Numelin. Nume raised her hand and stood up, writing Vannabelle’s name next to the words ‘Class Representative’ that Mr. Tanutanu had written on the board.
“Well then, since we’ve saved time by skipping the voting, listen up!”
Satisfied, Vannabelle gazed at her name on the board before making her way to the podium. Mr. Tanutanu, seemingly resigned to letting her do as she pleased, stood by and watched in silence.
“This discrimination started last year, thanks to the vice principal. If Nume and I had known about this, we wouldn’t have come here. We enrolled because this school has a long history and a proud tradition of education. But now, what the hell is this2?!”
Vannabelle’s passionate outburst was met with murmurs of agreement from our classmates.
“…In other words, what you’re saying is that some of the faculty here are favoring the aristocratic students and using the class system to unfairly look down on demi-humans. Is that correct?”
It was Gide, the bear beastkin student from the back row, who spoke up this time. His deep voice resonated clearly, a sharp contrast to the timid impression he had given during introductions. Perhaps he could be assertive when the situation called for it.
“Exactly! I want to show them what we’re capable of. The people with real skill should be the ones at the top, not those riding on their family name!”
Vannabelle’s confidence seemed to grow even more as she realized she had gained support from someone as physically imposing as Gide. Sparse applause started among our classmates, gradually building into a more unified show of approval.
I couldn’t help but think back to my own experience with the Gutenberg boy and Alfe. It wasn’t hard to believe that many of the students here had faced some form of discrimination, especially those in this class.
However, it felt like this situation was about to spiral into something much bigger. Even though I was human, as a member of this class, it seemed inevitable that I’d get caught up in it eventually3.
Footnotes:
- Robinxen: Not the direction I expected, but I can see the vision author.
- Robinxen: At least it’s somewhat realistically a recent thing and not institutional but… still iffy world building.
- Robinxen: Even if you weren’t human, you’re a protagonist…



















































































