Academy

"In a trembling irony," added a student with the deepest sigh.

"Rainard, truly lacks skill, even at the lowest level, still stiff at zero. While we, who struggle at level one, feel anxiety creeping in. Indeed, this is solid evidence that he is neglected at the bottom threshold of our ranks," uttered harshly, like venom piercing a wound, filling Rainard Von Olaf's ears, who could only muster a bitter smile in response.

"With that, the glittering accolades I once thought I possessed, vanished instantly, I am discarded as useless trash," Rainard whispered in profound sadness.

"No need to delve too deep, Rainard-kun. Let it be. Even I heard. Let's sit together," Cathrina's gentle voice invited.

"Ah, could she possibly read the turmoil of my mind?" Rainard asked with bewilderment.

He turned to the table across, but the graceful faces of the girls his age sparkled with beauty, forcing his gaze back to reality. The tears that were hidden a moment ago now