Chapter 18 (1/2)
Chapter 18
She thought she had a little too much affection for Goldina until the Emperor spoke ill of it’s Queen.
‘Why the hell are you thinking about giving up sovereignty and merging the Empire with Goldina?’
She was very surprised by the rapid change of modern history when she was busy learning about the past of the Empire.
She shook off her thoughts.
She wouldn’t be meeting Serek anyway, but it caused a headache even if she only thought about it.
If Serek was to come to the banquet, she decided not to attend it. Besides, she also had to avoid the Empress, who might have already forgotten about her.
‘I don’t think I’ll have any chance to meet him.’
Thinking about the irritating past made her feel upset.
However, her physical happiness of being covered up by the soft and luxurious quilt did not win. Serek’s whole existence, with whom she had no chance to meet, annoyed her.
Her eyes shifted sideways. A pair of clean bedclothes were placed on one side of the bed. She didn’t know who had prepared those, in addition to her bed.
She would have to meet the Emperor to find out where these came from. She was determined to find out his motive.
‘Shall I meet him tomorrow…..?’
She went to the academy sitting inside a carriage with a colorful interior but an ordinary exterior. She bowed to the chauffeur far away from the entrance before rushing away from him.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Yes, Miss.”
As she entered the campus, she faced a scene similar to her first day in the academy. Students were huddled together in front of the front porch on the first floor and seemed to be reading something on the notice board.
‘I don’t think the class arrangements have changed…..Is it the midterm results?’
She squeezed in through the crowd and looked up at the notice.
Martial Arts Officer Training Class
1-A 9910203
1-A 9910234
1-A 9910232
……
Grades were written from top to bottom. Next to the grades were the IDs of the students.
‘What? They’re revealing the grades so blatantly? Do they have no mercy?’
It was an academy famous for its strict graduation requirements and grades. The job of each student depended on their graduation grades.
Her eyes scurried over the classes until they found the word of Bureaucracy.
3-B 9930244
3-A 9930201
3-A 9930209
3-A 9930299
……
Among the two class numbers listed at the top were hers.
After rubbing her eyes again, she read it thrice until she could believe it was hers.
‘Oh my!’
She never expected that she’d score this much. She knew that this institute graded the students altogether. She took help from the reference books…..but she still couldn’t believe that she was the first in the entire class of bureaucrats…….
Her eyes scanned the list again. She was the only one in class B who was at the top. Somehow, classes C and D were mixed with different graders, while the difference in grades between classes A and B were far greater. Classes A and B were divided like oil and water, so she was the only one in her class who got much higher grades.
She was ridiculously excited.
She thought something was wrong, but she believed in herself.
‘I can’t believe I won first place in the class of bureaucracy on my own! I’m not dreaming, am I ?!’
She was very happy at defeating those who received early education since childhood.
And she wasn’t getting tired of continuously staring at her ID.
Soon, someone patted me on the shoulder. Turning back, she faced Instructor Xenon, who had green hair and was wearing round glasses.
“Can I talk to you, Miss Celestia?”
“Ah, yes! Of course, teacher.”
It wasn’t the first time she had been in Xenon’s office. She often came here to clear her doubts about her studies, and the instructor had generously brought the materials that she wanted to read as a reference. He was a helpful person.
The instructor smiled as soon as she sat down.
“Congratulations, Miss Celestia. You did great.”
“It was because you helped me, teacher. I’m very grateful to you.”
“Well, you were the one who appeared for the test, didn’t you? But, I’d say it’s a waste for a talented person like you to be in the bureaucratic class. Why don’t you try on a research job after your graduation?”
“I beg your pardon?”