Raised in Dungeon

Deep within me, there was something inside me. Something terrible alive there, and I was sure of it at the moment that daemon servus's woman came to me.

And the one who realized this, besides me and that woman, was Bishop Nicholas.

Bishop Nicholas instructed, "There, you will encounter a man named Eliphas; he has both knowledge and power that could shake the angel's mind. Seek his aid, and perhaps you can attain what you want."

He also offered me money to go to school, but I refused because I was convinced that the costs involved were substantial. Besides, I had another option: to meet Felicia again and attend the academy with her.

My goal at Oxwade Academy was to seek Eliphas's help with my mana gate. I wanted him to either remove it, tell me how to remove it or provide any guidance that would allow me to become fully human.

…

As Allen thought about his determination in the Oxwade, Francis woke him from his daydreaming.

"Pfft… People like you have no chance of reaching the top. It would be wise to abandon your lofty aspirations," he taunted.

Geirhild, surprised by Francis's sudden interruption, asked, "Who are you?"

"You don't know who I am! I am the prince of this kingdom! Francis Ismenia Wildenhall!!!"

"Prince Francis!" Sharik suddenly exclaimed with a big smile. Recognizing the prince, Sharik couldn't contain his excitement and eagerly extended his hand to shake Francis's.

"Nice to meet you! My name is Sharik! I admired your fight last month!"

"Fight?" Geirhild questioned.

Francis, a touch arrogant, responded, "Hmph! You should follow how to act with your friend. He's good at flattering people! It's not good to look down on people who are obviously more honorable than you."

Geirhild, trying to clarify the situation, pressed further, "Hey, what fight?" she asked to Sharik.

Sharik chimed in, explaining, "The Secunda graduation battle! Prince Francis fought very gallantly!"

Francis's face lit up with excitement as he realized that Sharik knew about his accomplishment. "It turns out you know about that too! You really are a good judge of people! What was your name?"

Sharik proudly introduced himself, "Sharik Preobrazhensky!"

"As a reward for your admiration, I will remember your name."

"Thank you very much!" Sharik responded with genuine appreciation.

Geirhild, however, didn't seem to share the same enthusiasm and quipped, "Huh? What's so great about this kid? He just looks like a big-empty-headed human noble."

Francis, a bit shocked by the remark, retorted "B-big-and empty head?!"

Sharik, wanting to prevent further tension, interjected, "You should see it with your head!" He continued to explain, "Prince Francis' opponent at that time was a huge demi-human bear. On the verge of defeat, he shouted his blessing, and at that moment, the bear's movements also slowed down. With extraordinary determination, he was finally able to win it!"

Sharik's excitement drew the attention of those around them, and Francis began to feel slightly embarrassed by the sudden spotlight. He tried to calm the situation by playfully patting Sharik. "He-hey, that's enough."

But Sharik was unstoppable,

But Sharik was on a roll and couldn't contain his enthusiasm, proclaiming, "You can't imagine how incredible that moment was! His torn armor, and the blood running down his face, made him look cool for winning against her!"

Geirhild didn't seem overly impressed by Francis's victory in the graduation battle and commented, "So the point is that he won at the last moment when he almost lost? Doesn't that mean he was just lucky? Besides, Secunda's graduation battle is only for those with bad grades. That means it's not just his borderline fighting skills, but his brain can't keep up with the lessons either, right?"

Everyone in the vicinity stifled laughter at this, let alone the reaction of Francis, who was already tomato-red in the head and had to bow his head in shame.

Laughter rippled through the onlookers, and Francis, already embarrassed, had to lower his head in shame.

"HEY YOU OVER THERE!" Loukia's sharp voice rang out, addressing the students who were causing a disturbance. She fixed them with a stern glare, her eight eyes revealing her displeasure.

"This year's praeterea class is sure all brave and had no shame. How could you make a fuss in the middle of the event and in front of the teachers and principal!" Loukia scolded.

Sharik and Geirhild immediately stood up, shouting in unison, "Forgive us!" The other students followed suit, suppressing their laughter as they apologized.

"As per the rules, we will deduct three points each from the entire fighter faculty!"

"WHAT!" The fighter faculty students expressed their outrage at the unexpected deduction of points.

However, Eliphas intervened, raising his hand to calm the situation. "We rarely see the three races get along like this, plus in the middle of this boring ceremony, they provided entertainment. There's no need to give them a punishment."

"If that's what you're saying, then I understand. Even though Mr. Eliphas said that I will mark the four of you from now on! If you get into trouble again, I will be the one to take away your points!" She directed her stern warning at Sharik, Geirhild, and Allen.

In the face of the spider's eye's stern gaze, Sharik and Geirhild could only apologize, realizing their actions.

"She said 'the four of you,' I'm not included, right?" thought Allen, who probably was included because he was sitting between the three of them.

...

Hallie Lydia Johnson, the daughter of Earl Johnson from the Wildenhall kingdom, muttered to herself, "I didn't realize there was a point deduction for one faculty. The three of them almost reduced Prince Francis' points!"

She held a piece of paper she had been reading repeatedly, and her distinctive long pink drill hair stood out in the crowd. Hallie had a personal past with Prince Francis, as she had previously failed to be his dance partner on his birthday.

"Oh no, I can't lose focus. I have to get ready," she mumbled to herself as she prepared for the next program. It was the speech for the new student selected from the secunda class. This time, she felt confident about her chances because she had consistently ranked in the top 10 of secunda.

"I never expected Felicia, the girl they call the 'sleeping princess,' to end up in the same faculty as me, but I'll deal with that later. Right now, I'll prove through my speech that I deserve the respect of all praeterea students!"

After the rules were read, the new teacher gave a welcome speech, and the faculties were introduced. Then came the moment of anticipation: "Next, remarks from the new students."

Among the students, there was speculation about who would come forward.

"Do you think Princess Amnestria will step up?"

"Nah, she was only number 10 yesterday, and she's good at just one thing, right?"

"Could it be Hallie?"

"No doubt about it, Hallie will surely go up. She's been number one several times and has numerous skills!"

Hallie, trying to maintain her composure, secretly reveled in their praise.

After a brief pause, Loukia opened the letter she had received. Her face showed shock as she read aloud, "A word of welcome from the new student of Praeterea class, from the Enchanter Faculty, Felicia Ayde Boldenville."

It was a name that caught everyone off guard, including Hallie and Felicia.

"Huh?" Felicia reacted, clearly bewildered.