Chapter 125- Choosing a Class Monitor

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"...you're my man" A red blush formed on his cheeks as he turned away from her intensified gaze again. He just couldn't with her at the moment. 'What is she thinking, saying things like that? Her man? The fuck does that mean?'. His thoughts had been muddled by her statement, and now he was forced to think of something else. However, there wasn't enough time as the freshers began to hurry to find a seat as a man walked in, heading towards the podium in front of the Lecture Hall. 'It's that time again, I guess. Is this how it feels to see old classmates again?' He thought, lost in the bittersweet feeling. He couldn't help it. He was in this Academy for a different reason, and he wasn't the same softie as he was in the past. 'Let's just do the things that need to be done. There's no point in seeking revenge on innocent children. Indeed. They had not yet bullied or treated him badly in this life. At least, he wouldn't seek revenge without a valid reason, and for now, none existed. Professor James Crockwell stood on the podium, placing a book on a table, and walking behind towards a large whiteboard that spread nearly throughout the cemented wall. "Good day, Freshers! I am Professor Crockwell, and I will be your Homeroom teacher for the first session". Discover stories with empire He announced, and a bit of chatter from the students caused a wave of noise that subsided as it began. Most were wondering why the Head of a Department would act as their homeroom teacher when they were just freshers. Others already had a vague reason why, and very few could already come up with a conclusion for the reason. Raph was, of course, one of these few. Looking around the LT, he began to pinpoint the reasons. 'Seven students of the great families, five from the Imperial vassal family, one from the Imperial family and one more, a daughter of a Chieftain, and practically two Elven royalties'. He thought to himself, his gaze narrowing as his thoughts reeled in. 'This is very different from my past life'. In his past life, only five members of the great families attended, including a single Elven royalty; the Imperial vassal families were the same, and so was the Imperial family. 'It's already enough that I have to deal with Elsie, but the purple-haired girl, what was her name again? Sop–Sora? Sophai? Sophia? Sophia!'. He concluded in his mind, his gaze fixed on a petite-looking girl with velvet hair and lilac eyes, her attention fixed on the board, and her current location would be the other end of the LT, at the back. He had no idea of how strong she was at the moment, not to mention her skills, but for some reason, she gave off the feeling of sorcery and the incomprehensible magic that he had only heard of. It was odd as those were the abilities of the Arcanus household. How they went about choosing them was still unknown to him, after all, he had a habit of avoiding prefectship as a plague in his past life. 'Maybe I'll try being a Hostel Monitor in this life though.' He thought. Unlike the rest of the Prefects, the Hall Monitors had more freedom, giving them the authority to enter any Hostels as it is their job. Other than the Hostel Monitors, there were Socials Monitors, Club Monitors, Hall Monitors, and then the Student Body Council. The Student Body Council acted more than just a body for specific student positions of prefects; its purpose served on a much grander scheme. Its authority could suspend, expel, and disband groups. They could penalize students on their conduct, recommend facilities that were almost always built, as well as penalize Lecturers. Their authority was something Raph was baffled by even in his past life, as how would the Headmaster willingly give such authority to the students? It was currently made of the Student Body President, Vice president, Secretary, Treasurer, and Historian, with minor positions held for different circumstances and events within the Academy. The current Vice president would be his sister, Rebecca Jun, and the president, surprisingly, was a familiar figure, Phestus Greenhorn. The treasurer was also his sister, Thalia Jun, a 3rd year, while the other two, the secretary and Historian, Tiffany Kane, a level 70 Water Warlock and Romeo Gutz, a level 73 Knight, respectively, were both 4th years. 'Speaking of Greenhorn'. Raph thought, ignoring the chatter occurring in the class and searching for one more individual. 'I remembered he had a brother, though it was unknown to some people,' He thought when he felt a soft breeze behind his left ear. Flinching, he snapped towards his left, his gaze flickering with intensity as a light red covered his cheeks to find Elsie leaning in, her cheeks puffed and her body leaning in, causing her soft parts to linger on the side of his body. "I saw you staring at the princess. Do you like princesses more than Chieftain's daughters?" She asked, her tone laced with curiosity and another emotion that her puffy cheeks couldn't hide– Jealousy. He shook his in confusion. "No-No, I do not! Now sit up". Pushing her a little, he finally found some breathing room. 'Hah geez, she's too much'. He thought turning his attention away from her when he noticed the students emerging from their seats to the podium. 'Oh?' Right there, next to a white-haired boy with black eyes, was a brown-haired boy with a pair of hazelnut eyes. He exuded a cool and calculated aura around him, and his expression was a firm smile, something that hid the darkness within his heart. He looked like a replica of his elder brother, and the only difference would be their demeanor and, most especially, the freckles on his face. "Oh?" He muttered, baffled by what his eyes showed him. It was quite different, something that shocked him, and so, though he was an expert at maintaining his expression. What his eyes showed him was a darkness, a darkness deep and ancient, something that grew within and flowed through him like a third circular system, and took the place of mana. 'Dark mana'.

Chapter 125- Choosing a Class Monitor

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