Chapter 255 Pat
Before Nate could continue his protest, Lucas's hand collided with the back of his head in a swift, reprimanding motion. "Stop whining. A bit of education wouldn't hurt, especially for a block head like you,," Lucas admonished with a smirk playing on his lips.
"B-but I don't want to go to school!"
Seeing the way Nate was acting, many of the Ravenstein youths and even the normal division members all struggled to stifle their laughter as they exchanged amused glances.
Even the most stoic among them couldn't help but crack a smile at Nate's display.
If each of them had to be honest, excluding their childhood where they learned how to read and acquired general knowledge necessary for leading a normal life— such as maths and the geography of Eldoralth, and, for many youths, the names and features of all the tiered families.
Many tiered families also learned subjects like etiquette, but all of this was done at home. Apart from these, none of them had ever attended a school before.
The intelligence of children on Eldoralth couldn't be compared to those on Earth. A few years of learning were all they needed to learn and even master complex things that would take the later longer to learn.
The thought of having to sit down doing nothing was enough to dissatisfy many, but even they had to admit that Nate's reaction to this was too much. The boy must really hate learning.
"What classes are you attending?" Aurora suddenly asked as she approached Atticus.
Turning his gaze from the unfolding scene, Atticus faced Aurora, who looked at him curiously. "LDSP- 001, LCBT- 001, and LEMT- 01. What about you?" Atticus responded and inquired.
"Oh," Aurora's expression shifted momentarily to sadness before returning to normal. It was clear she was trying to conceal her disappointment at attending separate classes from Atticus.
And of course, there was no way Atticus would miss this obvious sign, 'That's right, 'leaders.' The class is for leaders so she can't come,' Atticus realized.
Seeing Aurora's downcast expression, Atticus smiled. Suddenly, he raised his hands and started patting her head, speaking in a reassuring tone.
"Cheer up, Aurora. It's only for a few hours. It'll pass quickly, and after that, we'll be back at the expanse," Atticus reassured.
"Hm," Aurora muttered, her mood subtly lifting. 'It's just for a few hours anyway,' she thought.
But as if something clicked in her head, Aurora's eyes widened, and she quickly shoved Atticus's hand away, taking two steps back. "What the hell are you doing!" she screamed.
"Pffft," Atticus burst into laughter, making Aurora turn crimson in embarrassment.
"But you were enjoying the head pat!" Atticus said, trying to stifle his laughter.
He knew Aurora was going to react this way to him patting her head. The only reason she hadn't done so sooner was that she hadn't realized it yet.
"W-who was enjoying it!? Hmph!" Aurora immediately retorted, turning her head to the side with her arms folded across her chest.
Atticus burst into another fit of laughter, thoroughly enjoying teasing her.
After a few seconds of uncontrolled laughter, Lucas and Nate, having finished their own drama, approached both of them. "So what name are you going to choose?" Lucas asked, breaking the tension with a smile.
'Ah, that's right, a name,' Atticus almost forgot that they were asked to choose a name for their division. Just as he was about to respond,
"I say let's go with 'the White Kings!'" Nate suddenly exclaimed, the cringiness of the name making all of them wince in response.
Lucas immediately landed another smack on Nate's head, "Your naming sense is terrible!"
Nate rubbed the back of his head as he muttered, "But it sounded good."
Atticus chuckled a bit before responding, "We'll choose the name later; we have a month anyway. Let's go get some rest."
Deciding to lead by example, Atticus started walking away towards the barracks, and they all nodded in response, following behind him.
Observing their leader and the other Ravenstein youths heading to the barracks, the rest of the division members saw it as a sign for dismissal. Without hesitation, they all disbanded, each planning to get their well deserved rest.
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Atticus came out of the bathroom fully drenched in water. Wiping off the water on the body with a towel, Atticus put on some comfortable clothes and sat down cross legged on his bed.
Atticus released a deep exhale. He had learned a valuable lesson when he had battled Emeric during the division war, and he had every intention of flowing through it. He had to stop letting his guard down.
'This one month has to be the most un productive period I've spent in a while.'
Every since Atticus started his training at the age of 7, this month that he had just spent in the academy was the most unproductive he had ever been.
Aside from the fact that he had been trying to increase his will and become a grade 2 runesmith, Atticus had hardly undergone any intense work out sessions.
Although he had always made sure to do a brief training every day, it didn't feel the same as when he was training back at the estate.
To him, apart from becoming a grade 2 runesmith, the whole month felt like a waste.
Many might deem him mad or even say he was being too harsh on himself, but Atticus didn't see it like that.
He had a very clear goal: Revenge.
Even before he found out that there was magic in Eldoralth, Atticus had every intention of taking his revenge on whoever sent him to this world.
But when he found out that he could actually train and get stronger, that only affirmed his will to have his revenge.
Atticus wasn't a fool. He was very sure that this system, bloodline, and even talent were probably given to him by whoever sent him here.
He had no idea who it was but like hell would he let that stop him!
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