Chapter 49
This year is an exceptional one... said Harrison, the instructor in charge of the mixed class, as he surveyed the room with a mischievous smile.
Instructors at the military school are expected to possess mental fortitude and strong leadership skills, and on top of that, there is a rule that they must be former soldiers.
Harrison, with a physique that rivals active-duty soldiers, is a healthy man in both body and mind, having just reached the age considered middle-aged. He is too young to retire, and he has no injuries or illnesses.
Even if someone said he was a retired former soldier, it would be hard to believe, and everyone stares at Harrison standing at the podium with puzzled expressions.
"I believe you received a brief explanation during the entrance ceremony, but the curriculum for civil officers, martial officers, and the mixed class differs beyond the basics, and absolute obedience to the instructor's orders is required."
Under Harrison's piercing gaze, the sound of someone swallowing can be heard from somewhere in the room.
"Originally, a mixed class like this didn't exist in this school. It was created as a special measure just for this year. I was astonished at how much special treatment this entails... but it makes sense when nearly ten noble heirs have enrolled this year, compared to the usual two or three. And to top it off, even the heir of the Rotish family is among them."
The once-quiet classroom instantly becomes noisy, and I shrug at Harrison, who smirks and casts a glance my way.
"This mixed class was newly established as a consideration by the school. Students in other grades are enrolled in either civil or martial officer classes, choosing only the courses necessary for their future... but this class is different. I intend to drill everything into you, not just what's necessary."
"...Everything? What does that mean...?"
A frail-looking boy sitting by the window lets out a faint voice, as if he couldn't help but speak up.
"Everything I deem necessary. Of course, the basics, but also practical skills and specialized techniques. Those who reach the passing standard will be allowed to advance further. Additionally, to ensure you don't fall behind other classes or upper grades, I plan to include rigorous basic physical training every evening."
The reason no one raises their voice to call this unreasonable is likely because they don't yet understand just how tough the content Harrison described will be...
"Since this is a special class, it's only natural that the curriculum should be special as well, right? If anyone feels they've reached their limit midway, come to me. I'll immediately transfer you to another class."
"...Does that mean we can be transferred to either the civil officer or martial officer class of our choice?"
What Severi asked is probably something everyone wanted to know.
Many wait for Harrison's words with hopeful eyes, but it's likely that the separation is in place to prevent friction between commoners and nobles, or for the sake of handling something even more significant if it arises, so things probably won't be that simple.
"It's possible. However, this isn't an academy in the Royal Capital where noble heirs attend; it's a place where only ability matters. Whether you're a noble or the grandchild of a marshal, if you drop out, consider yourself at the bottom of the hierarchy here."
Harrison's provocative attitude and tone are probably intentional.
But why does he keep targeting me with provocative remarks since earlier...?
Is he picking a fight with me? I thought as I raised my hand straight toward the ceiling.
"...Celestia Rotisch, was it?"
"Yes."
By Harrison calling my name, I instantly drew the attention of everyone in the class.
As I force a calm expression while my cheeks twitch, Harrison, the source of this situation, crosses his arms, sits on the small stand at the podium, tilts his chin arrogantly, and urges me to continue.
Now, what exactly does he want...?
Unable to grasp his intentions at all, I plaster a smile on my face for now and open my mouth.