“Everyone, this child is the new transfer student. All right, child, introduce yourself.”
The Priest Instructor clapped their hands, smiling with a gentle expression.
Is there really such a traditional anime-style introduction session here?
In any case, Samimi had been to school for decades and had never encountered an actual self-introduction session before.
“Hello… Greetings, my name is Shi Xia Jimu Peikai. Please take care of me,” Samimi put on a stiff fake smile and spoke awkwardly.
This is so hard for me, a half-shut-in girl. The eyes of the Apprentice Priests make me feel completely on edge.
Everyone is staring at me like I’m some spring enemy, all with ill intentions.
The reason is simple, everyone here is a competitor. How many noble Priest girls could there possibly be in the royal capital? Yet here, in our Little Chapel alone, there are dozens of Priest Girls who all want the same thing.
The animosity here is even stronger than among Magic Apprentices, and there’s no Moon of Darkness Hall here. I don’t even have a familiar small group to stick with.
“Everyone, let’s welcome the new student. Please, have a seat,” the Priest Instructor said with a gentle laugh.
The Apprentice Priests clapped perfunctorily and returned to their seats.
Samimi sat down as if sitting on a bed of needles.
Is this school? This is basically Ruins! It’s even harsher than the Magic Academy!
“You pay attention in class. I’ll take my leave now,” Mrs. Shaola got up and left.
Then the Priest Instructor began teaching as usual, but for Samimi, it was like reading an incomprehensible heavenly book. Everyone bowed their heads to take notes, but she completely couldn’t understand a thing.
Samimi could only pretend to be very diligent, taking notes here and there without understanding what the Priest Instructor was talking about, just writing things down anyway.
This was one of Samimi’s old acting tricks. Even if she didn’t really study well, no one would doubt her attitude, and that’s enough.
After class, the Apprentice Priests all had their own little groups. Everyone huddled together for warmth; absolutely no one paid any attention to Samimi.
According to the usual script, everyone should enthusiastically come over and chat to get to know the newcomer. Haven’t I watched enough anime and seen enough transfer student arcs for nothing?
My usual moves aren’t working at all here?
“…”
Samimi sat in her seat the entire time, legs glued to the Bench.
Is this really what the Noble Ladies’ Academy is like?
No, no, no, this isn’t any Noble Ladies’ Academy, this is the Fake Noble Ladies’ Academy.
These Apprentice Priests aren’t even nobles, just in name only.
After school, Samimi didn’t even know where to go to eat. Like a headless chicken, she wandered through the cluster of chapels, all the buildings looking exactly the same, making her dizzy.
“Good day.” Someone greeted Samimi.
“Good day.” Samimi replied mechanically.
Here, everyone only exchanges polite greetings and would never actually help you. Basically, go fend for yourself.
Samimi slumped on a Bench along the path, and before she knew it, she was lost. She didn’t even know where she was anymore, stomach growling, spirit flagging, and she still had to go to class in the afternoon.
“Looks like being an Awakened Waste Student isn’t as easy as I thought.”
Feeling down, she hadn’t expected the reclusive, lazy side of herself to be exposed so quickly here.
“What are you doing here?”
Suddenly, a pleasant yet cold voice sounded from nearby.
The voice felt somewhat familiar, but Samimi just couldn’t remember where she’d heard it before.
Samimi turned with a start. Looking back, she saw someone standing in the woods behind her, almost like a ghost. It was enough to startle anyone.
The person slowly walked out from the woods and approached from behind.
Samimi was startled, gripping her cane and standing up, facing the mysterious person. For a moment, her heart thumped so loudly that she couldn’t hide her surprise.
Because the person’s appearance and race were very unusual, it was a Long-Eared Dark Elf dressed in the uniform of a Saint.
She was different from traditional elves with pale skin. This elf had brown skin, sharp red eyes, and wore long, dull iron-gray hair that didn’t reflect any light. Standing in the shadows under the trees, she looked almost ghostly.
What a dangerous-looking elf. Who is this strange person? At a glance, you could tell she wasn’t from an ordinary background, with a distinctive look that could rival a protagonist’s.
“Who are you?” Samimi asked.
Judging by the Saint uniform, she should be from the Cathedral, but her appearance was too suspicious. How could an elf be at the Cathedral?
The clothes she wore weren’t those of a priest or nun, but the unique Martial Cleric Gown of the militant faction. Even so, her outfit was carefully tailored, a custom-made female suit of sorts.
It looked a bit like the uniform of a Judge Knight, but even more exquisite and high-class than theirs.
But in truth, its practical value was almost zero.
Even foreign Judge Knights wore Light Armor, but those wearing similar outfits here were in Cloth Armor, utterly useless in battle.
In this world, the less protective your gear is, the higher your status must be.
If you’re dressed that heavily, it’s like you’re a heavy cavalryman off to charge into the most dangerous battlefield and die. But us, in our breezy Cloth Armor, enjoy a peaceful life in the Cathedral of the royal capital.
So, it was impossible to figure out the Long-Eared Dark Elf’s true position. She was probably some Noble Retainer or something, with a status that was both unguessable and certainly impressive.
“What are you doing here?” The Dark Elf asked again.
“I’m reading, what else would I be doing?” Samimi answered.
“Hmph…” The Dark Elf snorted in her throat, letting out a strange, gravelly sound.
As soon as Samimi heard it, she immediately understood why the voice had seemed so familiar—there was a sense of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
“I’m going by Chris Xue for now,” the elf introduced herself.
“I’m Shi Xia Bam Xin Kai.” Samimi also played along and gave her fake name, nearly tearing up in relief.
She never thought she’d find a kindred spirit in a place like this.
She never thought the title that had weighed on her for so long could finally be lifted.
This Dark Elf was actually Qi Qi Zhu! No wonder she hid herself in heavy Light Armor—inside was such a deliciously attractive figure.
“Those lips, that elf, that throat, what a flavor!”
Samimi completely forgot that just a moment ago she thought this person was some sort of ghost. Now that she realized it was an old acquaintance, she couldn’t help but eagerly size her up.
After all, someone with such an appearance was so rare that even in fantasy stories, this particular XP race was seldom seen.
But for an old otaku like herself, she simply couldn’t help her delight.
No, no, this is no time to be thinking about weird stuff.
“How did you recognize me? What are you doing here, anyway?” Samimi asked.
“I wanted to investigate a few things. What about you, why are you here?” Qi Qi shot back.
“I’m also investigating something,” Samimi replied.
The two went through a round of meaningless questions and answers, then just stared at each other in silence.
“Let’s find somewhere to have a proper chat,” Qi Qi finally suggested.
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