It’s generally accepted that university assistants help lower-year students during their free time—not at United Academy, though, which has a jam-packed schedule like high school. There are no empty slots in between classes.
So when does the assistant help the freshmen? Usually, it’s during the afternoon practice sessions.
Also, second-year students focus more on practice than theory, so they often dive straight into practical work after just a quick warm-up in the morning.
This means that most afternoons are spent for personal maintenance, along with some rest and feedback, while assistants are doing their thing with the first-years.
The schedule is brutal unless you have exceptional skills and stamina. Lucky for me, I can handle it.
“Are you two really going to be assistants? Is that true?”
“Yep, that’s the deal.”
“That’s quite a surprise. What on earth happened in just one year?”
The beautiful girl with snow-white hair and eyes crossed her arms and spoke with an intrigued tone.
Even after a long time, I recognized her. She’s Gloria, the representative of the cultivators who shows up at the beginning of each semester.
She’s from the Matra Empire but is secretly dating Kronos, a general from the Granada Empire.
As usual, she crossed paths with us when she came as the representative of the cultivators and naturally became an assistant herself.
“A lot has happened, yes. A lot.”
“Hmm… well, it doesn’t matter. We each have our own things to do anyway.”
Gloria shrugged off Kara’s remark, which had many implications. After all, Gloria is a cultivator representative while we are assistants. Different jobs, different responsibilities.
“Which class are you assisting with?”
“Professor Dis’s class.”
“In that case… wait, are the prince and princess in that class?”
“Just so you know, the crown prince is also an assistant.”
“Wow.”
Gloria expressed her amazement at Kara’s addition. It was a mix of complicated emotions.
I mean, it’s only natural to be amazed when all the imperial family members gather in one place.
Moreover, the royals are far from normal. The twins are troublemakers, and the crown prince is downright crazy.
“You’ll have a hard time. That class must be pretty difficult to manage.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re getting into?”
“Just some general ideas. Just because they’re from the Eastern Empire doesn’t mean they’re all friends, right? If you look closely, you’ll see the Hwan Empire and the Federal Kingdom don’t get along well.”
I saw it yesterday. The relationship between the Hwan Empire and the Federal Kingdom is extremely tense.
The moment a catalyst sparks, a rebellion or civil war could break out. It’d be a mess for the academy.
‘This is literally a refugee camp.’
Even if the Eastern Empire gets engulfed in the flames of war, it doesn’t mean everyone from there will get chased out. They’ll probably just sit tight.
Didn’t the children of the high and mighty still attend foreign universities when there was war on Earth?
There could be assassination attempts, but that’s a problem they can sort out among themselves, so I don’t need to get involved. Just gotta make sure Danyerin and Lee Yeon-joo stay safe.
‘Danyerin might be in a bit of trouble.’
Whether it’s from the Hwan Empire or the Federation, the odds of them targeting Danyerin are high. Even if she gets chased out, she used to be a princess of the Hwan Empire.
Of course, Lee Yeon-joo might have managed to convince the Federation folks, but there are always hardliners everywhere.
Even if they aren’t hardliners, the possibility of underhanded tactics from the Hwan side can’t be ruled out.
It’s a veritable minefield. There are plenty of reasons for Danyerin to lose sleep.
‘It’s not just Reina I should be worried about.’
Honestly, I’d prefer if a civil war broke out so I wouldn’t have to think about it, but it’s like holding a ticking time bomb—it could go off at any moment.
If a civil war does happen, I’d have to put the Tartar-related story on hold.
From my perspective, it’d be best for it to explode after I get through the Tartar story.
I might get a chance to visit Tartar at the end of this semester or during the vacation, so I’ll aim for that time.
‘The Tartar story is pretty straightforward, anyway.’
The Tartar episode is super simple. Just awaken Hector as a ‘king,’ and we’re done.
There will be some fights in between, but rather than me solving them, it’s more important for Hector to step up.
‘Hector dying would just be… ugh.’
I don’t even want to think about it. If that happens, Kara will be forced to take the queen route.
In that case, she’d probably leave the academy. It’s a story I absolutely must complete.
“Anyway, let’s all do our best. You two will have it the hardest, though.”
“Gloria, don’t you have anything to do?”
“Most of the new students are nobles this time around, so not really. I’ll just have to keep an eye on the few commoners.”
Gloria left after saying that, off to do whatever it is she had to do. It’s evident that this semester has a rather low number of commoners.
Normally, the ratio is close to 50:50, but the influx of nobles from the Eastern country made it considerably worse.
In a way, it seems unfair, bordering on dirty. People who should have been able to come in legitimate ways were kept out.
‘That’s just how the world is.’
The world is the same everywhere. After that, Kara and I attended the rest of our classes and moved on to carry out our assistant duties.
Karas wasn’t moving with us, serving more on keeping an eye on the troublemaker twins instead.
‘That’s probably better.’
When I first laid eyes on Reina’s class, I could already see a group forming. It was only natural, given they’re a prince and princess.
Meanwhile, Reina was sitting alone in a corner, clearly showing signs of being ostracized.
It was quite pitiful seeing her trying so hard to focus on her book. Care will be essential going forward.
“Today, I’ll teach you about basic first aid. First aid is…”
It looked like today’s afternoon practice was about first aid. A professor from the Eastern Empire explained in a gentle voice.
Even the strong-willed students listened quietly to the professor’s explanation, as his skills and authority were formidable.
No one could dare to badmouth him; getting in his bad graces would spell trouble.
Besides, the one in charge of medical arts is from the East, specifically the Federation. It’s best to lay low.
“As you can see, if you stop the bleeding here, you can extinguish a critical fire. Please practice this.”
“Professor, I have a question.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“I’m not doubting your skills, but…”
However, separate from the professor…
“If there’s something you don’t understand, can we ask the assistants?”
“Assistants… you say?”
“Yes. Seeing how you’ve stepped up as assistants, it means you’re quite capable.”
Assisting isn’t the same as teaching, making assistants an easier target. I shot a look at the student who boldly targeted me.
He was a stout guy with pronounced eyebrows and a strong impression—definitely someone who gives off the vibes of a dignified person.
Despite calling me out, his expression showed he wasn’t belittling me. He genuinely thought he was above me.
“I thought assistants help us rather than teach. I’m just curious about your skills.”
“Hmm…”
With the student being both polite and respectful, the professor wore a puzzled expression.
It’s said that words carry power, and if he keeps it civil, even the professor would find it hard to refuse.
In a way, it could be seen as mastery of politics. It could be a much better approach than backbitching.
“What do you think we should do? What is the students’ opinion?”
“I’ll step up…”
“I’ll do it.”
“Sivar?”
Leaving behind a wide-eyed Kara, I confidently stepped forward.
Karas was sporting a look of interest, seemingly just planning to watch from the sidelines.
As I stepped up, all eyes were on me, including the stout guy.
“You.”
“Me?”
“You. Get a weapon.”
I pointed at the stout guy, even kindly asking him to bring a weapon along.
The guy started glancing at the professor, who seemed to expect something, nodding to give him permission.
Soon after, the stout guy came out holding a practice sword from the training hall. Confusion and unease still written on his face.
“Can you use magic?”
“Are you underestimating me?”
“Oh? Then put it in there. And…”
I extended one arm, wearing my trademark blank expression.
“Cut me.”
“What?”
“Student? What does that mean…?”
Taken aback by my unexpected suggestion, the stout guy was flabbergasted, and the professor looked similarly shocked.
But soon enough, the professor quieted down and stepped back, as if recognizing I might have an idea up my sleeve.
That leaves us to wonder: who’s in the most trouble here? Obviously, it’s the stout guy who’s standing there dumbfounded with a practice sword.
“You can hit, or at least scratch me.”
“Are you too cocky? Do you know who I am?”
“You’re lower than the crown prince.”
“….”
Bringing up Karas seemed to have deflated the stout guy’s morale significantly, not to mention some snickering coming from behind.
He’s got a strong sense of pride, so poking at it like this would definitely get a rise out of him. If he’s a noble, it’s gonna be even more intense.
“…Don’t regret this.”
– Woosh
The practice sword began to shimmer with blue magic. It was a good flow, enough talent to back up his inflated ego.
It seemed the other students began to voice their concerns as they realized I was serious. I paid them no mind.
‘Reina is…’
Looking at Reina, she wore a different expression from the other students. Her face showed curiosity and blankness at the same time.
She seemed genuinely interested in what I was about to do. I don’t know if she trusts me or just lacks a sense of reality.
She might just be slightly oblivious, so it could be either one. But it doesn’t matter.
“Yikes!”
As he gathered his magic, the stout guy swung the sword down from above straight at my wrist.
Normally, even a practice sword would have sliced cleanly if it was this strong—plus being a noble he’d be stronger still.
-Thud!
But the stout guy’s sword didn’t cut into my arm at all. It barely nicked me.
And by barely, I mean it left a wound close to what happens when you graze a page in a book.
Of course, he wouldn’t believe it. His eyes widened in disbelief, shock clear on his face.
His hand trembled slightly, clearly losing grip from the recoil.
“Just hit a bit harder.”
“What’s… wrong with my body…”
“Karas.”
While the stout guy struggled with confusion, I called for Karas. He approached with an expression of interest as I gestured for him to come over.
“Do you need help?”
“Give it a good cut here. Can you do that?”
“I’ll give it my best shot.”
I gently tapped my wrist to encourage him. Karas nodded in agreement, ready to oblige.
He borrowed the stout guy’s sword and brought the blade up to my wrist.
“I’ll cut.”
“Yep.”
-Slice!
Unlike the stout guy, Karas aimed to ‘cut’ from the get-go. Thanks to that, he managed to make a pretty clean cut on my wrist.
However, it didn’t go deep enough to be anything more than a slight bleed, leaving me a touch disappointed since I wanted it to be a more serious wound.
Still, it’d serve as a pretty good example. I placed my hand against the bleeding wrist and held it there for about three seconds.
‘Just pretending to stop the bleeding.’
Of course, it was just playing pretend. They have no idea about my regeneration abilities yet.
Once I pulled my hand away, the bleeding had completely stopped. The skin where it was cut started to heal as well.
“Tada!”
“…..”
“How about that? Do you believe me now?”
The students were silent, no reaction coming forth.
-Clap clap clap clap clap
“That’s amazing!”
“Thanks.”
Only Reina clapped genuinely. It warmed my heart to see her diligently paying attention to the lesson.
‘Guess it’s time to wear my red hood from now on.’
Looks like it’s finally time for me to be a real assistant.
“Ugh… Sivar.”
“What?”
“Nothing, just… do as you like.”
For some reason, Kara let out a sigh.
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