Page 37 of Is It Wrong to Escape My Fate?
The magic here could get very specific, complicated, or difficult, and like our professor told us, it wasn’t for everyone. Only a small percentage of mages in the realm could cast this type of magic.
For example, teleportation, which I was sure now I wanted to specialize in, only had about a thousand practitioners in a Kingdom with a fifty million population. That fact was very intriguing and only pushed me more to pursue this seriously.
With lunch done, it was time for the class I dreaded the whole week — Physical and Combat Training.
We were made to wear a different uniform for this class. A long-sleeved fitted tunic, secured with a belt, over fitted pants, with thick gloves and boots. All dyed black. Hair tied up tight as best as possible. I looked like a spy in training or something.
When I exited the dressing area with Dahlia, equivalent to the gym lockers I supposed, my knights waited outside to accompany me to the training field. Like on the first day of school, their breaths caught in their throats as soon as they saw what I looked like.
“This school is serving you up on a platter,” Reuben growled while Dahlia laughed.
“Isn’t there a way for you to request a change of uniform for this class?” Robin pouted, and Dahlia laughed louder.
“Sorry boys, our uniform’s like this formaximum flexibility.” Dahlia answered for me with a strange emphasis on the last couple of words. My knights tensed up even more, and it almost looked like they were about to go on a rampage.
I quickly reached for their hands, one for each of mine. “Hey, everyone would be wearing something like this. I don’t want to stand out by changing my clothes, right?”
They calmed down and nodded. “You’re right, my lady,” they answered in unison.
I understood their concern, though. Not only did I have a beautiful face, I also had a shapely body. Admittedly, I had a better figure here than I did inmyworld. Even then, I could get any man I wanted. I would think I had better chances here.
Not that I would try it.
“And this is the only class you can watch by the wayside,” I added, smiling. “You can make sure I’ll be safe.”
“Yes! Thank the stars!” Robin cheered as Reuben smirked. “I promise I won’t maim anyone. I understand things can get rough. But if something does happen, and your teacher doesn’t do anything, I’ll probably kill them instead.”
“No maiming or killing,” I scolded him, and glared at Reuben for added measure. “You can watch, and that’s it. If there’s a problem, let the teacher handle it, okay?”
“Like scolding little boys,” Dahlia tittered as I rolled my eyes at her. She giggled even more, and I was thankful when she dragged me away to the training field.
Well, this was an interesting turn of events.
Not.
“Good afternoon, trainees,” Lord Grimwald announced at the front of the class, dressed in his fancier training gear. “I will be your professor for this class for the rest of the school year.” He gestured to Professor Strom, who stood at his right, dressed in his usual coat. “As you may already be familiar with him, this is Professor Strom, who will be my assistant and additional set of eyes.”
An assistant was needed because the academy combined three class groups for this time slot. Professor Strom took account of us, our eyes meeting for a moment.
Lord Grimwald then gestured to his left, where Master Derrick stood. “This is Professor Altha, a teacher specializing in Recovery magic. He’ll be here in case of accidents, but I implore you to not get yourself unnecessarily injured.”
His red eyes locked on me when he said those last few words. He probably heard about the fireball incident, but that wasn’t my fault!
Or maybe the finger burn instead. That was definitely mine. Derrick looked a little guilty with his tinted cheeks as he noticed me, so I was sure he had told the staff, as he should as a professor.
“For this week and the next, we will assess your physical capabilities and separate you into groups accordingly. You will understand more after the results of the assessment. For now, let’s do some warm-ups. Stretches first.”
Lord Grimwald had us stand at a distance from one another so we’d have the space to stretch our limbs. I took this time to study the surroundings of the training field. And I almost got knocked in the eye when Dahlia stretched her arm next to me, a mischievous grin on her face.
There were several fields all around the campus. This one, assigned to the first years, was right next to the same garden area with the greenhouse I ran off to on my first day. Sure enough, I saw Vincent from a distance, petting some bushes but ultimately watching us warm-up.
On the other side of the field was another field with an obstacle course, for a more advanced level of training. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Amos was there with his class, but he had already finished the course and was free to watchmyclass. Or rather, specifically me.
Not to mention my knights, hanging out where the bleacher seats were, eyes trained on me like a hawk. Oh, let’s not forget the Prince, who was also watching from the same bleachers, maybe searching for potential Champions in our group of first years. Or maybe he was looking out for Claude, who had found it amusing doing his stretches facing me instead of facingProfessor Grimwald.At least Elias was being a good boy.
Finally, the library towered over the field. Based on my luck, what were the odds my green-haired librarian was watching from the windows?
“Skies above, you are absolutely dead,” Dahlia cackled as Lord Grimwald demonstrated stretching our legs while standing up, bending down at the waist to reach for our toes.
