Tenkomori: The Homecoming Club Conquers Another World

Chapter 78.1 - The First Year at the Academy - Second Semester Field Exercise 1 (1)

How did this happen?

In the classroom, which was noisier than usual, I saw familiar faces in the distance.

Lambert, Felix, and Elphimia.

In the second-semester field exercise, instead of alchemy, we magical studies students are participating. With the addition of Elphimia, who continues to participate, the lineup was supposed to be perfect.

Why are you there, Elliot?

He got seriously injured in the last semester's field exercises, but he is fully recovered and trains with Lambert and the others from time to time. That is wonderful. But why is he there?

When the group assignment for the second-semester field exercises began, I naturally tried to talk to Lambert and Felix.

What stood in my way was an invisible wall.

To be precise, it was a wall that did not exist at eye level.

"Join our group."

I looked down and saw a little black-haired one looking up at me.

Is she lost?

"What happened to Elphimia?"

"Looks like she's giving up for the time being. You're Doris's choice."

"Why should I say no?"

"You owe me something, right? I told you about the invisible mansion. Oh, Elphimia-sama doesn't have one. I'm sure you had to go on and on about it last semester."

Is it the first roundabout solicitation?

Even among friends, that idle talk is treated as a loan, isn't it?

While I'm exchanging such conversation with No. 2, Elphimia moves.

He quickly joins up with Lambert and the others and then spots Elliott, who had been left out of the group and adds him to the group.

The new Lambert team was born.

As I was stunned by the quick turnaround, I realized that the list of members for the second group had been submitted and approved.

Really, how did this happen?

Despite my bewilderment, No. 2 asked the group members.

"You all have experience, don't you? Do you have anything to say?"

The cronies tilted their heads, their black hair swaying under their eyes.

They are the daughters of knights. They had just said, "I beg your pardon," but since they had been treated as cronies, I didn't know their names even if they hadn't changed them.

"Don't you have anything?"

Further prompting, the crony was puzzled.

They're the daughter of a count, viscount, or baron, and the second or third son of a knight. Not only are we different in status, but we're also different in gender. We're probably not usually asked for their opinions.

The little one gave up on her cronies and looked up at me.

I sighed inwardly and looked up at her.

Sighing loudly inwardly, I start to speak.

"Well, let me give you my opinion. You know we were attacked by goblins during last semester's field exercise, right?"

"Yes. You know, Silesia was freaked out."

Sile…..? Oh, No. 1.

If she was that frightened, she'll quit alchemy before she was motivated. Encampments and battles are too much for just a young lady.

Back to my thoughts and continue the conversation.

"If the upperclassmen hadn't organized it so well, I think it would have been a broken run. Even with a group of mostly inexperienced fighters and non-combatants, it's our convenience. The weak who are herded together are just easy prey. Also, the encampment the day before was in terrible shape. Most of the guards spent the whole night gathering around the campfire and chatting. If the raid had been at night. How many people would have died? Frankly, it's horrifying."

"How could that have happened? Didn't anyone point that out?"

I shook my head at the black hair looking up at me with a dubious expression.

"No one did. Including me. The reasons are simple. First, the chain of command for the first year was not clear. And because of the Academy's policy of wanting students to feel how important the chain of command is through exercises."

"That's a typical way of doing things. So?"

"As you can imagine. The instructors only make broad decisions and leave the details to us. It seems to be the usual practice, but this year's attack was too intense. It blew away any room for reflection."

In a light rain, I would have taken an umbrella, but in a storm, I wouldn't have picked it up.

Driven by such winds, eight students had left the lecture on the art of combat.

The black-haired one sighs in dismay.

"Then it's not like we're going to die. What do you think we should do?"

"We'll have to go with the Academy's wishes. We'll decide who will represent us for the year. Or a council by the group leaders. I have discussed this matter with Lambert as well. Two, if we show our agreement, he will consult with us."

"Right. Representation sounds difficult, but a council system would be interesting. There seem to be few objections. But we'll have to limit the command to one person during the battle…"

While showing a whirlpool, No. 2 was mumbling about it, but suddenly she raised her head.

"That's the thing – don't tell me you don't remember my name?"

She looked up at me with an angry look.

"Hahaha, no way," I refreshingly denied, but she didn't seem to believe it even though it was small. I remember correctly. Aren't you No. 2?

"Well, good. I didn't even tell you my name properly. I am Lise Sevreille Sacris. I am the fourth daughter of Baron Sacris. You can call me whatever you want, but don't forget me again."

"Ha ha, of course."

I was curious about such a nice conversation.

The two cronies look at each other with anxious expressions.

"Um, don't tell me we are too? I just told you my name earlier, but…"

"How could I forget? It's Tory and Mackie, right?"

"That's wrong!!"

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