2. Special Admission – 01

Off-site admissions office in Nineveh.

“Haaam.”

The dean of admissions, who is in charge of the general manager of the counseling office, couldn’t overcome the boredom and ended up yawning with his mouth wide open.

He looked so smug that he might get a fly in his mouth if he didn’t care, but the director of admissions, who was the yawning culprit, didn’t care about that. No one was watching him anyway, so what did it matter if he yawned or not?

If someone who doesn’t know anything sees him, they might think that he’s engaged in a job that sucks honey, leaving work after agonizing over the entire working day, but the reality is a little different.

Because even until about two weeks ago, I had such a blinding day that I immediately thought that 24 hours was not enough.

The place where he currently sits is the Admissions Counseling Office, and his title is the Director of Admissions. In other words, his main job is to provide various conveniences for people to enter Nineveh, and to provide counseling according to the prescribed procedures and procedures.

Although now it is a lonely place where no passers-by can be seen, even a month ago, people snooping around wondering if their child could enroll in Nineveh would burst into laughter without even a chance to breathe.

where is that only People snooping around to see if there is a scholarship or sponsorship system because they can’t afford Nineveh’s astronomical entrance and tuition fees, merchants who wonder if they can make a connection with nobles or upper classes who are planning to enter Nineveh, and on top of that, he is known as a ‘prodigy’. From parents who are furious about why their child was rejected in the entrance exam.

All kinds of human groups gathered here and raised their voices saying that I was good, and every time the head of the admissions department had a bunch of hair pulled out due to the surge of blood pressure and stress.

Although the place was deserted to the extent that not a single mouse could be found now, behind the tranquility and boredom he was currently enjoying was a lot of hair plucked from his scalp. And that hair, according to the law of equivalent exchange, will never return to his scalp.

So he never had the slightest thought that he was drinking honey. If someone offered to return his lost hair in return for not receiving his salary, he was confident in accepting the offer without hesitation.

Because money could be made again, but hair could not be bought with money.

Just like that, the dean of admissions was idly looking up at the sky and yawning as usual.

I don’t think even a single mouse, let alone a visitor, will show my face today anyway. I don’t think there’s anything to lose from getting caught. If I keep sitting here anyway, I might lose more hair next year…

Unfortunately, however, today seemed like the wrong day for him to try leaving work early. It was because a single human figure had moved to this place, where no human presence had existed until just now.

“excuse me.”

As soon as he heard that, the dean of admissions quickly rolled his eyes to check the overall appearance of the visitor.

This was some kind of occupational disease he had. It was because I had to figure out the customers who visited this place and behave accordingly.

The person who entered the admissions office was a young man with dark hair and black eyes.

Age is about late teens. In a way, it could be said that he looked childish, but in some ways, he could also be said to be mature, so I couldn’t tell how old he was at the moment.

Looking at the overall outfit, to be honest, it looked laggy. Even two weeks ago, compared to the nobles who came and went in and out of this place as if their soles were on fire, they were no different than wearing rags.

No matter how you look at it, it didn’t seem like he was a son of a rich or powerful family. I don’t know if it’s a person with a grotesque hobby who deliberately wears loose clothes.

In my experience, this case has a 99% chance of being a merchant or a loser. As usual, I would have kicked that young man out, needless to say twice.

but.

‘… It’s different, something is different.’

The instincts of the dean of admissions, who had had the experience of receiving countless nobles and had done everything he could say without hesitation even in front of the imperial family, were fiercely ringing the alarm bell.

You should never be rude to that young man. That young man was by no means an insignificant person to the point of ignoring him.

‘why?’

The dean of admissions frowned at the unknown intuition that passed through his head like an oracle.

I haven’t had this kind of feeling when I’ve met any person so far, but why do I get this feeling when I see a young man dressed in such a loose outfit?

In the midst of such thoughts, the eyes of the dean of admissions and the young man met. Rare on the continent, black eyes reminiscent of jet black.

‘Eye.’

Only then did I realize The fact that from the moment that young man stepped here until now, he had never flinched or looked away.

All humans are animals in the realm. Just as wild animals take a familiar place as their ‘territory’ and are reluctant to step out of it, humans also instinctively feel wary and shrink when they encounter something new outside their familiar environment.

It is unavoidable. Because it is a problem in the realm related to human instinct.

However, very occasionally, very rarely, humans who can be called exceptions appear.

Far from being swayed by instincts, rather, humans who suppress their own instincts and overwhelm those around them with steel-like reason.

‘Little Princess Pendragon.’

The dean of admissions had a picture of a woman in his mind. A girl who looks as beautiful as a doll on the outside, but at the same time is cold and has indifferent eyes that don’t expect anything from her surroundings.

A woman resembling an emperor who was born in the world to reign over people, spreading abstract-like momentum just by existing.

He shuddered as he recalled the image of the little princess of Pendragon who met his eyes just once on the day of the entrance ceremony.

It was a fleeting moment that would have been less than a second if measured in terms of time, but he will never forget the chills and chills he felt then.

‘Looks like That division.’

Despite the fact that there was no resemblance in terms of gender, appearance, or size, the dean of admissions reminded the young man of a little princess from Pendragon.

All the intangible elements that make up him now, from his sullen expression, his upright gait, to his angular posture that seems to have shaped the etiquette itself into a person, are all similar to the little princess of Pendragon.

It was nothing more than a list of hypothetical assumptions without any evidence, but the dean of admissions did not doubt his intuition. His intuition, which was particularly developed in this way, had never gone astray.

– Again, again! bent over would i have said If you bend your back too much, people look servile. I emphasized to always keep the waist at a 95 degree angle, but have I forgotten? And the position of both feet was off at an angle again. The position of the right arm should also be placed 3 cm away from now…

‘It’s really filthy noisy. I think I’m more confused because of you.’

Of course, he didn’t know in the slightest that in the young man’s head, Princess Pendragon herself was constantly chattering about etiquette.

‘I haven’t heard of a young man of that age in the Pendragon family… ‘

Are you from a collateral line? Or kinship?

He opened the genealogy of the nobles in his head, but could not figure out the origin of the young man. The only thing that was certain was that the young man had some sort of relationship with the little princess of Pendragon or the Duke of Pendragon.

“… What did you come here for?”

Since the main customers who come and go here are all noblemen, it has become a habit to show respect, but now, without even thinking about such complicated calculations, the admissions director opened his mouth to the young man in the most polite tone possible.

“I came to enroll in Nineveh.”

At the words of the young man, the dean of admissions blinked his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not the current admission period. The application period for admission ended two months ago, and crucially, the entrance ceremony was already held two weeks ago. There are no exceptions. Even if you are a member of the imperial family, you do not have the right to forcefully enter Nineveh. So, if you want to enter the school, you should plan for next year… ”

Sometimes there are people like this. I don’t know what kind of sign it is, but there are people who stand around with their arms crossed during the application period, then come back long after the application period is over and confidently declare that they will enter the school.

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Most of the people who make these ridiculous demands live in a world different from ordinary people, where the power pierces the sky.

what? People crowded like dogs during the admission period and crowded? Then wouldn’t it be okay to go and enroll separately later? Are you not allowed by the rules? Is there anything in the world that can’t be done? If I’m black, I’ll install it on my own. Why are you saying so much? Are you that great?

However, it is impossible for even such a great person to enter Nineveh recklessly.

Nineveh is an educational institution reputed to be the most prestigious in the empire, no, the entire continent.

In order to maintain such a reputation, successive successors to the throne personally entered Nineveh, and it was strictly forbidden for people without talent to illegally enter Nineveh by using their authority.

Even if you belong to the imperial family, there is no exception. Because this was a direct order from the imperial family.

“Is that so?”

Despite the euphemism of the dean of admissions, the young man’s face did not change and he maintained a calm expression. As if I expected to hear this from the beginning.

“Yes, sorry. This is an order directly issued by His Majesty the Emperor, so I can’t help it-“

“Aren’t exceptions really there?”

At the words of the young man, the dean of admissions noticed that his reaction was a little strange.

The young man’s words are not a response to the displeasure of the admissions director’s refusal.

I can’t do that, and should I say it’s a reaction that comes from wonder.

“As far as I know, there is one exception to Nineveh admissions.”

“… Any exceptions?”

what else does that mean He had already been the dean of admissions here for over 20 years. That there are exceptions he doesn’t know about, that really makes a passing dog laugh…

‘ah.’

there was. There really was. Just one thing. There is a way to enter Nineveh as a special exception without having to take the entrance exam.

There was only one exception that he laughed and passed over while he was working, saying that he would never see that exception applied while he was alive.

The exception is no different…

“Stop, please… .”

“Yes, it is.”

The young man opened his mouth to the dean of admissions, with his expression unchanged from when he entered the place.

“As a descendant of the Seven Heroes, the founder of Nineveh, I would like to exercise the right of special admission granted to me.”