episode_0019

Professor Mosan explained that the Concentration Management Department was created for gathering students who are lacking in concentration and providing them with the necessary learning. However, he added that it was not mandatory.

Even the royal family knows.

Nobles, especially those of noble descent, are overly concerned with their reputation.

Forcing them to join a club that acknowledges their shortcomings and gathers those who are lacking would only lead to unnecessary conflicts.

Thus, the Concentration Management Department had existed for over 50 years without any members.

“Commoners take exams and enter the school, so there is no reason for them to join the Concentration Management Department. And nobles and those of noble descent, despite being aware of their shortcomings, hesitate to join a club that acknowledges them…”

As I muttered to myself, Professor Mosan let out a chuckle.

“It seems like you don’t care about your reputation.”

That’s a misunderstanding.

I’m also human, so I care about my reputation and live accordingly.

“…Do I care about my reputation too?”

“Well, it’s not like you can go around wearing pajamas and expect to be taken seriously.”

I wanted to argue about what’s wrong with wearing pajamas, but now is not the time.

“And although I recommended it, if you join the Concentration Management Department, the club’s name will stick to you like a label.”

I understood the meaning behind those words.

If I join the Concentration Management Department, there will be many people whispering behind my back.

But that’s been happening ever since I became a fallen noble, so nothing will change.

“It’s not like anything will be different from now, right?”

“…Maybe.”

What does maybe mean?

I shrugged my shoulders at Professor Mosan’s unexpected response and his mumbled words.

Still, despite his gruff demeanor, Professor Mosan didn’t seem like a bad person.

His words were probably meant as a warning.

“Thank you.”

I expressed my thanks calmly, and in response to my friendly gesture, Professor Mosan’s expression twisted.

Even when someone thanks him, he still looks displeased.

His character is definitely twisted.

He pursed his lips and grumbled.

“…So, what should I do for the application?”

“…Since we don’t have the documents right now, make sure to bring them tomorrow when you come back here.”

Here?

Beyond the classroom door is a place used by regular professors, not a place students usually enter.

Why here? Secretly?

“Signing documents in a secluded place seems somewhat illegal, doesn’t it?”

“Even though it will eventually be revealed, signing the Concentration Management Department documents in front of everyone is much better than doing it in secret.”

His explanation made sense.

After all, when I was in school, I had to apply for free meals because I didn’t have money.

I remember a teacher once asked me to come forward and sign in front of everyone in the classroom.

I know how embarrassing that can be.

Of course, now that I’ve been out in society and experienced various things, such embarrassment seems like nothing.

“…Oh.”

Beyond his rough exterior and unpleasant taste, he might not be a bad person after all – in fact, he might be a good person.

“Alright, then I’ll see you here tomorrow.”

As he smiled and extended his hand for a handshake, Professor Mosan stared at my hand intently before briskly turning his back and walking away.

“…He’s not a bad person, but his personality is…”

I now understand that he’s not a bad person, but with a personality that easily leads to misunderstandings.

By the way, should I have told him that the girl from the newspaper club was peeking through the slightly open door and watching us?

Well, since I’m a royal magician, I guess they must have noticed.

But not stopping me means they have no reason to stop my activities.

I turned my body towards the slightly open classroom door, making a heart shape with my hand and striking a pose.

In an instant, a surprised shasha- disappeared.

“I should go back to the kids….”

Now that I’ve found a club to join.

I thought it would be a good idea to gather my friends and share stories.

As I entered the classroom again, the seniors who had crowded around had long since disappeared, leaving only a few chatting.

Some of my friends were still there.

Seeing them looking around for something, it seemed like they were looking for me, so I smiled broadly and ran towards them with short steps.

“My friends!”

“Creepy.”

Deron, upon meeting his friend again, was puzzled by what she was saying.

Even though I have a somewhat heroine-like appearance, it’s creepy to be called creepy.

Feeling like it was too much, I let out a growl- a threatening sound, and suddenly raised my hand above my head, pressing it down firmly.

“…I might resent the prince if I don’t grow taller.”

I’m about a hand shorter than the others.

If the difference widens here, I might really be torn apart.

“Prince, even though Lea can be quite arrogant, it would be troublesome if she gets any smaller here….”

Shasha, whose side are you on?

It’s not about not being tall enough, it’s about getting smaller.

Don’t make such terrible sounds.

With a melancholy expression, feeling betrayed by a friend I trusted, I looked at Seina.

“…Seina, they’re teasing me….”

“They?”

Correcting the prince’s question, I said, “They’re teasing me….”

It’s quite awkward to know what to say when commoners and princes are teasing each other as a set.

“…Everyone… please don’t tease me too much.”

“As expected, Seina is the best.”

Snuggling into Seina’s embrace, the only one who doesn’t tease me and worries about me, I buried my face.

“…Eek……”

Enjoying Seina’s weak reaction, trembling with pain as I smelled the faint scent of roses with my nose pressed in.

Thud-! Feeling a sharp pain in my forehead, I grabbed my head and sat down hesitantly.

“It hurts!”

“…Hmm, this seems like something Lea would do.”

Shasha, who seemed extremely fragile at first sight, didn’t seem like that kind of character originally.

How did it end up like this?

I sighed.

“…Shasha has changed.”

“I became like this after hanging out with Lea.”

“…Is this my fault?”

“Yeah, it’s Lea’s fault.”

Then I guess I have to take responsibility.

“…That’s why the life of a popular person is tiring.”

To have everything around you change to suit you without doing anything.

Well, enough small talk, let’s get to the point.

“Oh, by the way, did everyone get into their clubs okay?”

“The fencing club is famous for accepting anyone. Whether you can handle the training there is a different story.”

I looked at Deron.

“Remember, the body is disposable, so take it easy.”

I didn’t stop Deron, knowing full well what kind of skills he possessed, and just cheered him on.

Now, moving on to the next topic….

“Shasha, how was the reading club?”

“I had a test in the reading club….”

“Huh? What kind of test?”

Although I’m not familiar with the reading club as it doesn’t appear in the novel, isn’t the reading club just about reading books?

Do they have tests there?

In response to my question, Shasha talked about the test she had taken.

Reading books as an excuse to pass the time, those who simply skim through any book and talk about their impressions were tested,

Shasha spoke deeply about the book she had read and breezed through the test.

“Congratulations!”

I’m not sure if the book club is any good, but getting into the club she wanted is worth celebrating, so I patted Shasha on the back and showed a childish smile.

Even though it was the fourth time, it was cute.

“And what about you, Seina?”

“Well, I, I showed some magic, so I passed right away.”

Well, considering the family name, Seina’s acceptance might have been a matter of course.

“So, where did you get in?”

With one hand patting Shasha and the other patting Seina, Deron asked the question.

I’ve said everything, so it’s my turn now.

I hesitated whether I should speak with a slightly protruding tongue, but there was no reason not to speak, so I casually blurted it out.

“I got into the Concentration Management Department!”

Seeing my friends’ faces freeze, I felt like I had said something wrong, so I added,

“Oh, it’s okay! I can get out soon.”

“…Get out?”

The Concentration Management Department is ultimately a system to educate students who are lacking.

Naturally, if the deficiencies are filled, there is no reason to be in the Concentration Management Department.

“It’s just because I didn’t study, my brain is actually really smart.”

With my arms crossed, I proudly smiled.

“Hehe!”