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“I got 95 and 51 points, while Nume got 90 and 78. I’m not the best at magic, but I’ll make up for it with my strength!”

Vannabelle, standing at the teacher’s podium, had Numelin write everyone’s scores on the board as she promptly began strategizing for the upcoming mock exercises.

“Still, gotta say, it’s surprising that Gide scored so high, especially in magic combat. The guy barely stands out, but he’s got high marks in magical combat! You’re pretty amazing!”
“……”

The taciturn Gide simply nodded in response to Vannabelle’s direct remark. However, the rest of the classmates appeared to be deep in conversation, each reflecting on their quantified abilities.

Whether for better or worse, the monthly comprehensive report had made everyone’s abilities in Class F clear, leading to the emergence of a ranking based on their scores.

Incidentally, Mr. Tanutanu’s military training focused on close-combat skills—essentially, proficiency in fighting with close-range weapons like swords.

The scores weren’t capped at 100 points; that was evident from Hom’s 120 points, the highest in close-combat skill. A score of 100 indicated parity with the teacher, meaning that Hom, with her score, surpassed Mr. Tanutanu in one-on-one combat.

“Well done, Hom.”
“It is all thanks to my master. You made me this way.”

Well, being a homunculus, that was certainly true; however, it was also undeniable that Hom’s personal effort in harnessing those abilities played a major role.

“It’s a testament to how you’re not just relying on the talents you were born with. I’m proud of you.”
“It is an honor.”

As I expressed my genuine pride, Hom softened her expression, giving a warm smile.

“Hom, you’re really incredible! Leafa and I scored 38 and 33, so even combined, we wouldn’t stand a chance against Mr. Tanutanu!”
“Practically speaking, Alfe, you can also use magic, so I’d say your rating is quite impressive.”

Alfe’s magic combat score was 91, second only to Lili-Lulu’s 94 points.

“But Lili-Lulu scored 88 in close combat, right? They’re ranked first overall, and together, those two might just be unbeatable.”

That was a fair point. Lili-Lulu, who had identical scores in every category, were not only at the top of Class F but the top across all classes.

Following them were Numelin and Gide, then Farah, with Vannabelle maintaining a respectable standing. With the right strategy, we could expect an impressive performance in the mock practice.

However, with Vannabelle as the class president, I had a feeling I’d end up sidelined, and it’s not like I’d ask Alfe or Hom, who were loyal to me, to help out. Lili-Lulu, generally in their own world or allied with others, would likely side with Alfe. My roommate, Farah, would probably do the same.

Oh well. For the good of the class, I supposed I should encourage them to cooperate, even if it meant setting myself aside. Having been alone in my past life, this level of exclusion didn’t bother me at all. But from my current self’s standpoint as Leafa, Alfe would probably dislike that idea.

“…Hey, Alfe, Hom.”
“What is it, Leafa?”
“Yes, Master. How may I assist?”

I decided to talk to Alfe and Hom before homeroom began. If I waited until after Vannabelle openly excluded me, they’d probably feel sorry for me.

“For the upcoming class competition, I’d like to respect the will of the class. Even if they consider me a burden, I want you two to fight alongside Farah and Lili-Lulu for the sake of the class.”
“…”

Alfe and Hom looked straight into my eyes, listening intently as though memorizing every word I said. Neither replied immediately.

“Do you understand?” I asked.

Hom tilted her head, a perplexed expression crossing her face. Alfe took a moment to think before speaking quietly.

“…Will that really benefit you, Leafa?”

Of course, she’d worry about that.

“In a class competition, everyone’s scores contribute to the team. With my current standings, I’d simply be reaping the benefits without adding much to the effort. I don’t want to drag either of you down for my sake.”

I knew it was a bit manipulative to phrase it this way, but I chose my words carefully. Alfe and Hom exchanged glances, then reluctantly nodded. Though in truth, I doubted Hom would actually comply with any orders from Vannabelle, given the clear hostility she felt toward her.

Then again, maybe Alfe would find a way to guide Hom through this.

“Alright, homeroom is starting,” announced Mr. Tanutanu, clapping his hands as he took Vannabelle’s place at the podium.

“As you know, based on the results of this month’s comprehensive evaluations, the classes chosen for the mock class competition are Class A, ranked first, and Class F, in second place.”
“Teacher! If you’re gonna talk about that, we should rightfully be the first!” Vannabelle shouted, clearly still indignant over the questionable extra points awarded to Class A. Many classmates shared her view, their voices joining hers in protest.

“Regardless of how it may look to any of you, rules are rules,” Mr. Tanutanu responded in a calm tone, his gaze returning to Vannabelle.

“Hah! Then we’ll just have to show them how superior we are! If we crush Class A beyond recognition, everyone will see that Class F is the best!”
“It’s not as easy as you make it sound.”
“I get it! So, let’s start planning right away!”

Vannabelle seized the homeroom agenda, marching back to the podium.

“Ah, the enthusiasm of youth,” Mr. Tanutanu muttered, looking both exasperated and amused as he stepped down from the podium and took a seat at the side designated for teachers.
“As your class president, I’ll lead us all to victory! So just follow my lead!”
“Aye~!” Numelin cheerfully raised her hand, quickly joined by the other students, who followed Vannabelle’s lead as the strategy meeting took shape.

Vannabelle seemed well aware that the key to victory lay in securing the support of top scorers like Lili-Lulu, Alfe, and Farah. So, she politely bowed her head, asking the four for their cooperation with surprising deference. Meanwhile, Hom and I—being a low-ranked student and her loyal companion—were sidelined, despite my earlier request to Hom to go along with the class.

Then again, I figured Hom would inevitably end up fighting to protect me. Given that I was one of the weakest, I’d likely be the first target for Class A anyway.

Oh well. Rather than overthinking things, it was probably best to go along with the flow for now. I’d been given the freedom to do so, after all, and I intended to take full advantage of it.

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