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A week had passed since I had enrolled at Canalford High Education School.

I managed to handle the academic subjects with ease, thanks to my prior knowledge from my previous life and the foundation I built at St. Salaius, but keeping up with Mr. Tanutanu’s military training and Ms. Matilda’s practical magic classes had proven to be quite difficult.

I had submitted a diagnosis of Aether Overproduction Syndrome along with a certificate of my physical measurements before enrollment, and while I was able to discuss this with Mr. Tanutanu to get a reduced load in the military training, things didn’t end there—

“…Ha. Looks like a certain runt’s in last place, huh? Well, figures,” came a loud, taunting voice. It was Vannabelle.

As a milestone for the end of the first week, the midterm standings for military training and magic studies had been posted in the entrance hall of the school.

The purpose seemed to be to give everyone a clear sense of each other’s abilities, with a class competition mock exercise scheduled for the end of next month.

“Belle~, someone has to be in last place, so don’t be so harsh,” said Numelin, gently chiding her friend.
“But still, even though Class F is in the lead, she’s dragging us down,” Vannabelle said, glancing over at me provocatively as she made her case.

“…Shall I silence her, Master?” Hom murmured, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Vannabelle. I shook my head, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort to engage.

Well, as harsh as her words were, the fact remained that I was at the bottom. Even though I had permission, reducing the military training load didn’t earn me any extra points. Vannabelle’s complaints weren’t entirely baseless.

With the rest of my classmates gradually increasing the intensity of their training, the points being accumulated for Class F were substantial.

Even in magic studies, Alfe and Lili-Lulu’s progress had been impressive enough to spur Ms. Matilda’s competitive spirit. Considering that Class F was on track to dominate the six classes, it was no surprise that I, who had been allowed reduced training, would be seen as a liability with no prospects for earning points.

“Haha, but I gotta say, the kids from Class A weren’t all that impressive, huh?”

Vannabelle, perhaps growing bored of my lack of reaction, shifted her target to Class A. She raised her voice, seizing the moment, likely because Rizel, the blue-haired student who had served as the freshman representative, was nearby.

“Hmph! Well, well, if it isn’t the class representative from Class F, full of demi-humans. You must be so proud to have shown off the bunch of brutish muscleheads you’ve gathered,” Rizel retorted with a sneer.

“Oh? Is that the whining of a sore loser I hear? Looks like we’re beating you by a wide margin in magic studies, too,” Vannabelle shot back, grinning.

“If you look at the breakdown, the top three are the only ones excelling, and all of them are elves,” Rizel said, his irritation evident as he stomped his foot.

“Oh really? The class divisions were based on entrance exam scores, right? That should mean Class A was supposed to be the strongest based on their performance back then, yeah? Or what, are you saying the noble kids got to be in Class A because of some special favoritism?” Vannabelle taunted, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“What did you say!?” Rizel lunged at her, but Vannabelle deftly evaded his grasp, looking down at him with a smug grin.

“Entrance exams are just a one-shot deal. But getting into the school isn’t the end goal, is it? I guess we’ll see who’s really the best in the long run, huh?”

“…!” Rizel bit his lip, holding back his anger. He likely realized it wouldn’t be wise to engage in a confrontation here, where so many students were gathered. Despite his frustration, his upbringing as a noble must have instilled some sense of decorum in him, keeping him from acting recklessly.

“Oh? What’s this? Going silent now that things aren’t looking good for you? Say something, why don’t you?”
“…Everything will be made clear at next month’s mock exercises. Witness the victory of Class A with your own eyes,” Rizel declared, his voice steady and resolute.

As soon as he finished, applause erupted from the gathered students. Most of it came from Class A, but students from Classes B through E also showed their support, nodding in agreement. It was, perhaps, a difference in culture, but the influence of the noble society seemed far more deeply rooted than I had initially thought.

Still, even though the true extent of each class’ abilities was starting to be recognized, at this rate, it felt like Class F would only become more and more isolated.

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