Chapter 8

The days spent at the academy were repetitive.

Except for weekends, your schedule was dictated by the lesson’s timetable. There weren’t any students who didn’t care for their grade, so they went to their lectures conducted at the academy, where failing even a single class meant expulsion.

I got injured during last week’s battle against Seria, but I still had to attend all the classes except for the ones of that day itself. No matter how wounded I was, skipping lectures would negatively impact my grades.

So, most academy students had their day’s schedule tailored to their lectures.

For example, if there were students who took a particular class together, they would go to eat together after finishing the lesson. Or, if he had time until his next lecture, he may go to train on his own at a nearby training center.

I was no exception. Already, a week after the confrontation with Seria, my daily life was slowly regaining its natural course.

My daily life was simple. Go to my lecture, hang out with Celine or Leto, and at the end of the day I would train in the evening.

It was an ordinary schedule, but I liked its normality. To be honest, the events I went through last week ripped apart this daily routine.

After a week of losing my memory, the crazy things I did were still being talked about. Since the “Yurdina’s Beating Incident” became so famous, it was buried, but it seemed like I did other anomalous actions at that time.

For example, I suddenly went to the Saintess and looked at her without saying a word. I also asked Celine if she had any intention of using any other weapon other than a sword.

I felt the need to apologize to the Saintess separately later on. That gentle saint was panicking so much that she asked me ‘What happened’ several times.

And I didn’t even answer those questions and just turned around and walked away, which I couldn’t understand the reason no matter how much I thought about it.

Why was I so rude and brash when I lost my memory?

Now, I was embarrassed by the advice I gave to Seria last week, ‘Be polite to others’ after telling her to greet me when we cross paths again. Every time I heard those rumors, I had no choice but to heave a sigh.

It was the same today. I was walking down the lane, wondering when it would be appropriate to visit the saint. But soon I felt someone poking me in the ribs.

It was Celine. She grinned while having a look of delight in those brown eyes.

“Hello, Ian Oppa!”