572 570 Freshmen (1/2)

The day after I fulfilled my encounter with Romeo.

The atmosphere at the School of Magic was different this morning. Actually, there was a freshman entrance ceremony.

Nevertheless, there is no such thing as a grand ceremony.

Every four months at this college, freshmen come in, and admission doesn't seem to be that memorable an event.

Only freshmen and a few teachers attend.

Fran was also told that he did not have to attend. They can join if they want, but naturally they don't. I would definitely sleep at someone else's admission ceremony, even though I think even my own admission ceremony is a sure way to sleep.

There was sunshine in the freshmen. They wouldn't even bother to defile their memories.

The admissions ceremony is already over, and I am now led by a teacher of the rate to be guided around the school.

The bragging of freshmen swelling their breasts to expectations seemed to brighten up the college.

”In all worlds, freshmen are capping the same thing.”

(And the master's world?

'Oops. It felt similar. Well, it's rare that you're that old.'

The age of the freshmen was fragmented due to the absence of age limits for admission. I've been down there since I was about 10 years old and up there I'm over 20.

I guess the most common is in the 12-14 age group. It's the same age as Fran.

This much of an age difference would be normal in a regular high school. But there shouldn't be any mixing of children and adults. It's like elementary school and college students studying in the same classroom.

But it didn't seem so uncommon in this world, and I didn't seem to be shy of the adult freshmen mixed up with my kids, nor did I seem to see them with weird eyes.

Nevertheless, I guess I can't help but consolidate at the same age. There is the same as Earth.

Freshmen looking at the facilities of the School of Magic and making their eyes shine. As I try to turn them sideways to the classroom, I get a voice from behind.

”Mr. Fran?

”Hmm?”

”I knew it!”

Turning around, Fran gave a rare and surprising look at the face of the person she had been speaking to.

”Karna? Why are you here?

”That's my dialogue.”

Ahead of Fran's gaze was Karna, the girl who was with him over the crossing from the Kingdom of Kranzel.

Oh, my God, he's a freshman. I wear this college uniform.

”Mr. Fran didn't show up for the entrance ceremony?

”Hmm? What do you mean?

”No, because I wasn't at the entrance ceremony venue. But being here means you were able to enroll, right?

”Mm-hmm. Admitted.”

You know, enrollment, or just being treated like a student on a temporary basis.

”But they told me I didn't have to go to school.”

”Oh, really?

”Mmm.”

”But it was good. Good to see you again. I didn't see him, so I thought he stopped enrolling so quickly. There's no way that Fran can't be admitted to school because of his abilities.”

I didn't think Fran and Karna's conversation was subtle, but I figured out why. Karna seems to think that Fran is the same freshman as herself.

When I thought about it, I only taught Carna that Fran's destination was the School of Magic.

Fran's age makes him just right for admission, and if Karna makes a mistake, she won't have to.

”Same freshmen, please”