Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 98:A Night Out [2]

Watching Evangel throw away her stick, Mira could only confusedly watch with her barely eaten skewer.

Evangel was a picky eater with a huge appetite.

What a combination!

After peeking through the glass window that separated us from the shopkeeper and the buckets of ice cream, I sighed and looked down at my thin white collared shirt.

It was freezing outside; why the hell was I getting ice cream?

Behind me, Evangel pressed her face as close as possible to the glass window, like a child at an aquarium, her eyes flickering from bucket to bucket.

Really, this is what got her to show emotion?

Seeing the person in front of us begin to order, I turned around and gazed at the distracted Evangel, holding my breath.

What was I supposed to say here?

I wasn’t her parent; I couldn’t tell her not to reveal her secrets or anything.

That was up to her.

Thus, as the person in front of us paid, I casually said.

"She has an observational aspect."

Flicking her head away from the ice cream, for just a moment, Evangel simply nodded her head and pointed at one of the ice cream buckets as the vendor approached us.

As the shopkeeper scooped a portion of strawberry ice cream into a cone for Evangel, I shrugged my shoulders and added.

"A scoop of cookies and cream in a cup, please."

Reaching over the glass window, the vendor nodded her head and handed us our cup and cone before leading me to the register.

While I swiped my ID card, Evangel rejoined Mira with her cone, and I caught up with them a moment later.

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Within the confines of a faculty dorm room, twice as large as Jett’s room, a figure with a smile could be seen looking down at his antique wooden desk.

Only the light above the desk was on, illuminating the male figure while the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness.

With sharp teal-green eyes and a head devoid of any hair, except for grey sideburns, the professor slowly read the piece of paper in front of him.

"Door replacement request..."

This year, in particular, the imperial class had contained the largest number of non-royals, leaving many influential families distraught.

One of those families was the Brutus family, ranked below grand dukes and dukes as a Marquess.

In the harsh climate of the south, the powerful Brutus family was one of the grand duke of the South’s greatest allies, granting them a huge amount of prestige.

Thus, when their one and only son, the future heir to their family, was denied acceptance into the Imperial dormitory, they were outraged.

In their eyes, becoming enlightened was completely luck-based, so how could their son be blamed for not achieving it?

Obviously, they couldn’t blame the powerful and influential Glaive academy, so the only remaining people to blame were the Imperial academy students who had taken their son’s rightful place.

They had to take action, and luckily, they had just the person.

Lifting his gaze upward and rubbing his temples, Practical Instructor Lupen made a decision.

Being an instructor at Glaive Academy came with its perks, including amazing access to the academy’s amenities and satisfactory compensation.

He even had his own laboratory filled with the brightest students of the upcoming generation to fund his research.

However, Lupen had dreams and ambitions...outside of the bounds of the academy.

When he was a child, becoming a teacher wasn’t his goal.

He had always wanted to lead expeditions outside the human realm, to discover the unknown, and make his mark in history for everyone, both in the present and the future, to see.

But, outside the capital city, the weight of the Glaive Academy Instructor significantly diminished, having essentially zero authority.

Thus, when a letter arrived for him from a friend he had known back in the academy regarding the position of Viscount, two ranks below Marquess, Lupen was ecstatic. freёnovelkiss.com

He had spent far too long wasting his talents at the academy; it was time to live for himself.

There were only two ways to gain nobility: being born into it or being granted a title.

As a commoner, he had done neither.

But, with the power of a Viscount, Lupen would gain the power to lead the expeditions he had dreamed about and even the opportunity to rise further among the ranks of nobility.

However, the task required for this reward was in no way easy.

Cesar de Brutus needed to be in the Imperial class.

But, for someone to join the Imperial class, one student within had to be removed.

So, after hours of research, Lupen had come across the perfect target.

While the academy accepted those without backgrounds into the Imperial class, it was not going to dedicate tons of resources to them.

So, if a student with no background started taking more resources than they deserved, Glaive would take action from behind the scenes.

While the door replacement was extremely cheap and almost unnoticeable in the budget, it already put the name "Jett" on the academy’s radar.

Adding that to the money reward he had received for the mana gathering competition, Jett was already making a name for himself in Glaive’s financial department.

And, with the practical training coming up on Friday, Lupen had the perfect way to force the academy to take action against Jett.

If Jett were to coincidentally cause massive damage to the artificial environments created by Glaive during practical training, it would be over for him.

Standing up from his desk, Practical Instructor Lupen picked up a blue holographic rectangle, similar to an iPhone on Earth, and muttered.

"The Imperial Class’s first practical exam should be...different this year around, shouldn’t it?"

A moment later, an intrigued voice sounded from the ocean-blue device.

"Oh? And, what are you thinking should be changed, Lupen?"

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Arriving back at the gate we entered from and completing a full square around the plaza, I halted and waited for the two girls to catch up.

The wind had unexpectedly ceased after I bought the ice cream, so I was somewhat able to enjoy the scoop.