As students of Saint Freya Academy, they did know a thing or two about the academy. Such as how transfer students were rare here. Or that transfer students from Pendor were basically a miracle.
On the whole, Knight Kingdom Pendor was heavily inclined toward physical prowess, making it the hub of combat techniques. They had devoted significant resources to establishing their own academies and were extremely proud of them. Few from Pendor would choose the foreign Saint Freya Academy over their more nationally prestigious Saint Fran Academy, let alone transfer from the latter to the former.
Putting aside those factors, it was also hard to understand why those people would transfer in at this timing, when half of the semester was already over. One had to know that transfer students weren’t given any special exceptions for examinations, and they would have to take remedial examinations if they failed.
It was already unbelievable for there to be a single transfer student from Pendor given such poor circumstances, but there was actually a group of them.
The first thing Roel thought of was William and her group, though he was a little perplexed by the message he had just received from the Goddess of Fate’s Guidance as it hinted that this matter was related to Geralt too.
So, he glanced at the ash-haired young man, only to see that the latter’s initial surprise had already faded to nonchalance. Geralt didn’t seem to think that this matter had anything to do with him, so Roel decided not to say anything about it either.
Though Roel did have a faint inkling of what might be coming thanks to his in-game knowledge.
There was a plot where a noble from the Knight Kingdom named Brittany transferred over to Saint Freya Academy to capture her fiancé, who was none other than Geralt. After a series of incidents, she ended up joining the protagonist’s Request Club.
It was just that this event was supposed to occur quite a while later. Geralt did a good job maintaining a low profile in Leinster, such that it took quite a bit of effort in order to track him down. But now…
“Why are you looking at me with such eyes, chief?”
“… It’s nothing. Here, have more.”
Having guessed what was going to happen, Roel couldn’t help but direct sympathetic eyes toward the oblivious Geralt. He personally passed a slice of bread to the latter in hopes that he would have sufficient energy to pull through what was going to come next.
Geralt felt a mixture of confusion and uneasiness from Roel’s actions, but he still accepted the bread anyway.
After breakfast, the lot of them proceeded to their respective classes.
Roel entered Chris’ Classroom, where he naturally bumped into Lilian. Without anyone to cover for them this time around, their attitude toward each other was much more polite and distant.
“Good morning, Se
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