Bayerland was ruled by a king and a senate. As the power of spellcasters grew over the centuries, the Arcane Council, composed solely of wizards, began to rule alongside kings and elders.
"Damnatio Memoriae" is an impeachment system in which all members of the Austrian Parliament judge the Supreme Being of the Mysterious World. The Supreme Being who receives this punishment will be dealt with in the following ways:
1. All creations of the Supreme Being found guilty must be destroyed;
2. The name of the Supreme Being should be deleted from all records and inscriptions and should not be eulogized;
3. Deprive the Supreme Being of the right to use "Guardian" as his title;
4. All legislation during the reign of the Supreme Being shall be repealed.
Even with Griffith's shallow knowledge of occultism, he couldn't help but tremble when he heard the record of erasure. Only the most evil and terrifying degenerates would be subjected to such punishment after death. Like the tithe order, it was a terrifying inheritance from ancient times.
Even though his physical body has been destroyed, his corrupted and powerful soul still lingers in the spiritual world where mortals cannot set foot. Chanting His true name or writings may attract this horrific gaze, with inevitable madness or death as a result. Therefore, people often refer to "that person".
The most recent record erasure occurred fifteen years ago, by which time most of the boys and girls present had already been born. Griffith suddenly remembered what Lana told him in the bookstore. A boy escaped from the clutches of that existence and directly destroyed his body.
Aaron, one of the freshmen! He wasn't on the Flying Leaf with us? where is he! ?
"Aaron is the target?" Griffith realized at this time that the boy had not boarded the ship from Bayerland with everyone.
"The difference in treatment is really big~" Galadia rubbed the ends of her hair, "It seems that the school was well prepared and secretly arranged for forces to escort him from another road. I heard the sound of horse hooves."
The outline of a carriage loomed in the darkness of the dock. The driver who was driving the carriage was extremely tall, and his size was disproportionate to the small carriage. In the darkness, there were vague figures flickering near the carriage, showing a guarding posture.
Soon, a boy stepped out of the car, waved to the driver, and walked quietly and silently towards the laughing freshmen. The driver driving the carriage waved his whip and immediately disappeared into the darkness.
The boy walked slowly towards the laughing crowd under the lights. The beautiful blond hair and bright red eyes are unforgettable, and the delicate skin like a porcelain doll is softer in the dim light. There seems to be a kind of magic about Aaron. Even if he stands there quietly, he will attract the attention of people around him, making you unable to ignore his presence.
However, when he walked out of the darkness, every step he took was like an ancient ferocious beast taking a bite of light and joy. As he slowly walked into the crowd, the freshmen who had been chatting and playing enthusiastically just now fell silent.
The heir from a powerful family looked at him with a fearful and complicated expression. The students who were chatting around the aristocratic freshmen suddenly saw the core of the small circle quiet down. Although they didn't know what happened, they couldn't help but suppress their smiles and turned to stare at the boy approaching.
At this moment, Marianne appeared in front of everyone again, as if counting the time accurately by holding a watch. She smiled and clapped her hands to the silent crowd: "Okay, the dinner begins. Ladies and gentlemen, follow me along these stone steps to the dinner hall."
Happy music sounded at the right time. The waiters raised bright crystal lamps and appeared on both sides of the long stone steps, illuminating the road ahead for everyone. Emotionless laughter suddenly appeared in the crowd again. Although I didn’t know who was laughing and the laughter was so fast, so appropriate and so stiff, at least the freshmen on the dark fjord pier were in a slightly happier mood and followed the professor upwards. Go.
The people who went up the stairs were led to wait outside a magnificent hall.
"So is that news true? Aaron, the chosen one, is among us?" In the crowd, Fisher de Aiju, the eldest son of the Aiju family, asked in an arrogant tone. He himself took two steps forward. Looking down at the freshmen on the steps, he then cast his sights on the target in the crowd, "I am the heir of the ancient and powerful Aiju family. Outstanding talents like us should become friends."
This disrespectful act angered the nobles present and their entourage. Griffith noticed that there were four or five Shutorals around him who were casting unkind or contemptuous glances at the steps.
However, nobles have their own rules of the game. Times like this require lightning-quick words rather than poking people in the face.
"Hey! Dear Fisher," Viscount Isius laughed, "You don't have to worry about it, really. Even if you don't stand on the steps, we will see you."
Fisher, who was only 1.6 meters tall, became furious on the spot. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
"However, as Fisher said, we are indeed fortunate to be ranked with the chosen one, Aaron." The thin but graceful Isius turned around and looked at Aaron's position.
The freshmen around Aaron receded like the ebbing tide, leaving him in the center of sight. However, the two freshmen standing near him, a boy and a girl, did not leave. They stayed there in embarrassment. Maybe they were his friends, or maybe they had no time to retreat before they reacted.
The scene was a little awkward for a while. Aaron responded neither to Fisher nor to Iseus' words.
His bright red pupils were unwavering, and he looked forward with a faint smile, as if a crowned king was walking past his ministers who were looking down upon him.
The nearby professors and school staff had no intention of disturbing the freshmen's chat. After counting the number of students, they took them to the terrace in front of a hall.
"Next, the instructors from each college will announce your names one by one. The students who hear the names will come forward and receive the coat of arms to join your college." The four instructors stood in front of the students and turned the magic crystal. The crystals emit light of different colors, projecting a series of names on the wall.
"Edrich Harz, Trajan." The instructor representing Trajan's academy pointed to the long table behind him, "Go there and sit down."
Griffith noticed that the man named Edrich Hartz was a thin-looking boy. He immediately walked up to the instructor who announced his name and walked toward the hall obediently. When he walked, his hands were close to the seam of his trousers, his fingers were slender and flexible, but his expression was very reserved.
"Ailaha Edin, Sheila." A mentor announced his name.
There was a low cheer from the crowd. Elaha, whose name was called, tried hard to suppress the smile on her face and ran quickly to the long table. This boy is tall and tall and looks very handsome.
Does this make any difference? Griffith was quite curious.
"Nand Green, Roland."
The boys who entered Roland Academy were tall and strong, and their bronze skin was different from the fair-skinned residents of Bayerland City that Griffith had recently become familiar with.
"Is there anything special about this grouping?" Griffith asked Galadia in a low voice.
"Guess!" The elf girl raised her thin eyebrows.
"Isius von Woolthorpe, Minerva..."
The four instructors announced their names quickly.
"Fiona de Chalon, Minerva."
"Sonia de La Mole, Minerva."
Griffith stood alone, watching the two blonde girls walk briskly to their seats. Almost all the young people with "De" and "Feng" in their names who took the Feiye together were members of Minerva. Galadia's name was also called early and she sat in the center of the long table.
It turns out that they are grouped like this...
The people who come to this academy are all young people with strong or weak extraordinary characteristics. But there are differences among extraordinary people.
The academies of the heirs of noble or mage families with family inheritance are Minerva where knowledge is passed down.
Children from wealthy families and upper class society join Sheila, who symbolizes harmony. The young man who looked powerful and physically strong belonged to Roland.
The remaining people are different in their own way. Trajan is a big shot... Griffith approached Lana who was also left where he was: "What does Trajan mean?"
"Huh? Creation? Literally," the tall and somewhat ferocious Rana was the most knowledgeable among the Shutoral. He didn't react for a moment and glanced at Griffith in confusion, "Ah ha. , you ask this. They are producers, and the production and adjustment of magic items, enchanting materials, and potions require the use of mental power. Trajan’s classmates are the cornerstone of this society."
"Then where will we go?" Griffith looked at the gradually thinning crowd, "Roland?"
"How is that possible?" Lana shrugged, "Of course we are going..."
"Griffith Blanton, Minerva."
The college instructor announced the name reflected on the crystal. The freshmen who were still standing looked at Griffith in silence, while the boys and girls who had already taken their seats in Minerva cast a welcoming look at him.
Galadia patted the spot next to her. The boys and girls gathered around her and Sonia took great care to leave an open space for Griffith, and no one tried to move their butts there.
While everyone was still waiting for the sorting results, Brownie, who was running between the long tables, was already busy setting up the banquet.
The long table is covered with a crisp white tablecloth, the silver tableware and candlesticks sparkle, and the exquisite porcelain is as lovely as the first snow in winter.
The dinner appetizers presented to Minerva's long table by the kitchen of Homemon Watts were fragrant ham slices, iceberg and salad, and each person also had a small bottle of purple sparkling aperitif. Some freshmen who couldn't bear it ate everything when they were sorted. Brownie immediately brought them tuna and scallop sashimi.
Griffith found that the familiar chopsticks were among the tableware at hand, but they were not made of wood. They were smooth, warm, and had a comfortable feel like jade. In the small white porcelain dish, the soy sauce shipped from the far south was sprinkled with wasabi, exuding a mysterious and alluring fragrance.
Sonia sat opposite him, skillfully picking up a piece of sashimi on the ice with her delicate hands and putting it into her mouth. The other freshmen at Minerva seemed to be familiar with this kind of tableware and food, and they slowly tasted it quietly and with slight approval.
This is too extravagant... Griffith is already a little uneasy. He spends so much on food and drink. How much tuition did the Larmore family pay for me?
At this time, there was a burst of noise from the long table nearby. Although waiters who maintained order immediately came to dissuade them, happy and surprised voices still kept coming and going.
Griffith turned his head and found that the people making the noise were students from three other academies. On the table in front of them, golden fried chicken pieces were piled like a hill on a large dinner plate. Several boys were happily grabbing a piece with each hand and gnawing on it happily.
Griffith was surprised to find that there were no fresh sashimi and fine tableware on the tables of the three colleges. Brownie did not slowly distinguish between appetizers and main courses, but instead pushed a cart full of fried chicken, Grilled corn, scones, chunks of sausage, buttered bread and cakes are all available.
It looks good! I want some too... Griffith thought subconsciously.
"Mr. Apprentice Knight, you must be worried about how to provide supplies to these guys during the war, right?" Isius, who was sitting not far away, asked Griffith friendlyly, "I bet that three soldiers can't compare. It’s to their own taste.”
The Minerva freshmen at the long table laughed softly. Griffith hurriedly looked away from other branches, only to find Fisher in the distance looking at him with a malicious and mocking expression, with a little regret in his eyes.
I was rude... Griffith's heart skipped a beat. If Isius hadn't opened the topic in advance, what he would have heard now was the sarcasm from Fisher.
