Published: August 25, 2025
Today marks the end of all our classroom studies. I will finish them today. Then, with my mornings free, I’ll prepare for next year’s lessons and work on modifying my water gun, becoming a stronger and cooler version of myself.
“Brother, older sister, I wish the best of luck to the second-year students... Although, since everyone passed on the first day last year, I suppose there’s really no need for me to worry,” Charlotte said, gently placing her hand on her cheek and exhaling softly.
Charlotte leads the first-year students, but it seems that three lower-ranked nobles failed the history and geography exams held yesterday afternoon, meaning they’ve already missed the chance to all pass on the first day. After dinner yesterday, while we second-years held a report meeting on the practical exams, Charlotte was reportedly holding a strategy meeting with the first-years.
“Even with some preliminary lessons and reference books, we couldn’t get all the lower nobles to pass. I really don’t understand how it’s possible to lead all lower nobles to pass the noble academy without any prior preparation...” she said, tilting her head in puzzlement.
Having managed the children’s quarters for several years, Charlotte thought it wouldn’t be so difficult to lead just the first-years. But, in reality, cramming for about ten days wasn’t enough to reach the passing line.
“Charlotte, that kind of thing isn’t something ordinary people can imitate. Rosemine, while teaching those who didn’t meet the passing criteria, also identified their weak points and prepared rigorous review questions to thoroughly crush those weaknesses. She sacrificed her own sleep time to do that. While studying herself, she stayed close to the lower nobles, making them study relentlessly and applying constant pressure... Those lower nobles were truly pitiful back then,” Wilfried said, recalling that time with a thoughtful expression.
I shrugged lightly at Wilfried’s words—it made it sound as if I were some kind of high priest enforcing Spartan discipline.
…Well, I did take some inspiration from that.
“Brother Wilfried may say so, but weren’t you the one who insisted on passing as soon as possible for library registration?” Charlotte countered.
If Wilfried hadn’t said the library registration would be postponed until all the first-years passed the classroom tests, I wouldn’t have carried out such intense cram sessions.
“Ah, yes. I was ignorant then. From that experience, I learned never to involve others when imposing book-related conditions on you. Charlotte, be careful when you move Rosemine. She bases expectations on what she herself can do and what she is accustomed to. Unlike usual, she demands effort up to the limit,” Wilfried warned.
Charlotte nodded seriously at Wilfried’s advice and muttered with a strangely heartfelt voice, “Being expected to match older sister is just too harsh.”
“This year’s first-years couldn’t pass as fast as last time, but wouldn’t it be better for them to study freely rather than endure days of pressure from lord candidates, cramming their studies to the point where they can’t even taste their food?” Wilfried said.
The first-years looked at the lower nobles of the second-year class with pity clearly written on their faces—it was obvious they were thinking, “I’m glad it’s not us.”
“You’re right, brother. Last night we talked about taking it slow this year and aiming for high scores with the first-years. Since their study content is less compared to upperclassmen, they actually have a chance at high scores. We decided the goal of everyone passing on the first day will be for next year. With a whole year to prepare, we have a chance too, right?” Charlotte said.
The first-years nodded strongly at Charlotte’s words; their trust was clear. Since completing the baptism ceremony three years ago, Charlotte’s been leading the first-years well. She’s encouraging those who didn’t pass the first day and setting new goals to guide them.