Bayeran is ruled by a king and a senate. With the increasing power of spellcasters over the centuries, the Arcane Council, composed only of wizards, began to rule the world with kings and senators.

"Memoriae" is an impeachment system that is judged by all members of the Austrian Parliament to judge the Supreme Being of the Mysterious Realm.

1. All creations of the convicted Supreme must be destroyed;

2. The name of the Supreme Being shall be deleted from all records and inscriptions and shall not be proclaimed;

3. Deprive the Supreme of the right to use the title of "Guardian";

4. All legislation during the reign of the Supreme Being shall be repealed.

Even with such shallow occult knowledge as Griffith, he couldn't help trembling when he heard the record of obliteration. Only the most wicked and terrifying of the Fallen are subjected to such punishment after death, and like the tithe order is a terrible tradition of ancient origin.

Even if his body has been destroyed, his corrupted and corrupted powerful soul still lingers in the spiritual world where mortals cannot set foot. The chanting of his real name or writings may draw this horrific gaze, and the result will be inevitable madness or death. Therefore, people often refer to "that person".

The most recent record erasure occurred fifteen years ago, when most of the boys and girls present had already been born. Griffith suddenly remembered what Rana had told himself in the bookstore, that a boy had escaped from the clutches of that existence and directly destroyed his body.

Aaron, one of the freshmen! Didn't he get on the Flying Leaf with us? where is he! ?

"Aaron is the target?" Griffith realized that the boy hadn't boarded the ship with everyone from Bayerland.

"The difference in treatment is really big~" Galadia rubbed the ends of her hair. "The school seems to have been prepared, and secretly arranged for the force to escort him from another road. I heard the sound of horses' hooves."

In the darkness of the dock loomed the outline of a carriage. The coachman was extremely tall and disproportionate to the small carriage. In the darkness, a vague figure flickered near the carriage, showing the posture of an escort.

Soon, a boy stepped out of the car, beckoned to the driver, and walked quietly and silently to the laughing freshmen. The coachman 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 blonde hair and bright red eyes are unforgettable, and the delicate skin of a ceramic doll is softer in the dim light. Aaron seems to have a kind of magic, even if he stands there quietly, he will attract the attention of those around him, so that you can't ignore his existence.

However, when he came from the darkness, every step he took was like an ancient beast biting light and joy. As he slowly walked into the crowd, the freshmen who were chatting and playing enthusiastically just now quieted down.

The heir from a powerful family looked at him with a fearful and complicated expression. The classmates who were chatting around the aristocratic freshman suddenly saw the core of the small circle quiet down. Although they didn't know what was going on, they couldn't help but restrain their smiles and turned to look at the boy who came.

At this moment, Marian appeared in front of everyone again, as if pinching her watch to determine the time. She smiled and clapped her hands to the silent crowd: "Okay, the banquet begins. Ladies and gentlemen, follow me along the stone steps to the banquet hall."

The joyous 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. The emotionless laughter suddenly reappeared in the crowd. Although I don't know who was laughing and laughing so fast, so appropriately, and so rigidly, at least the freshmen on the dark fjord pier were a little more cheerful, following the professor upwards. go.

The crowd that climbed up was led to wait outside a magnificent and gorgeous hall.

"So is that news true? The chosen Aaron is among us?" In the crowd, the eldest son of the Aigu family, Fischer de Aigu, asked in an arrogant tone. He himself took two steps forward, Looking down at the freshmen on the steps, he then turned his eyes to the target in the crowd, "I am the heir of the ancient and powerful Aiju family, and outstanding people like us should be friends."

This rude act angered the nobles present and their entourage. Griffith noticed that there were four or five Cytolars around him who cast unkind or contemptuous glances at the steps.

However, nobles have their own rules of the game. Lightning-fast language is needed at times like these rather than stabbing people.

"Hey! dear Fisher," laughed Viscount Issius, "you don't mind, really. We'll see you even if you don't get up on the steps."

Fisher, who is only 1.6 meters tall, became furious on the spot. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"However, as Fisher said, we do have the honor of being on the same page as Aaron, the Chosen One," said the thin but dashing Iseus, turning to look at Aaron's place.

The freshmen beside Aaron receded like the ebb tide, leaving him in the center of sight. However, the two freshmen, a man and a woman, who were standing near him did not leave, and stayed where they were in embarrassment. Maybe it was his friends, or maybe they had no time to retreat when they reacted.

The scene was awkward for a while. Aaron neither answered Fisher nor Iseus' words.

His bright red pupils did not waver, and he stared ahead with a faint smile, as if the crowned monarch walked past his courtiers with low eyebrows.

The nearby professors and staff did not intend to disturb the chat of the freshmen, and after counting the number of people, they took them to the terrace in front of a hall.

"Next, the tutors of each academy will announce your names one by one, and the students who hear the names will come forward and receive the coat of arms to join your academy," the four tutors stood in front of the students and turned the magic crystal. The crystals glowed in different colors, projecting a string of names on the wall.

"Edrich Hatz, Trajan." The tutor 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 small boy who looked very thin, and he immediately walked over to the mentor who called his name and walked obediently into the hall. When he walked, his hands were pressed against the seams of his trousers, his fingers were slender and flexible, but his expression was very restrained.

"Eraha Aydin, Sheila." A mentor called out his name.

There was a low cheer from the crowd, and Ellaha, whose name was called, tried hard to suppress the smile on his face and ran to the long table quickly. This boy is tall and straight, and looks very sunny and handsome.

Does this make any difference? Griffith was rather curious.

"Nand ​​Green, Rowland."

The boys who entered Roland College were tall and sturdy, with a bronzed skin that was different from the fair-skinned residents of Bayeran that Griffith had recently become acquainted with.

"Is this group important?" Griffith asked Galadia in a low voice.

"Guess!" The elf girl raised her thin eyebrows.

"Isseus von Woolthorpe, Minerva..."

The four mentors quickly reported their names.

"Fiona de Charon, Minerva."

"Sonia de Larmor, Minerva."

Griffith stood alone, watching the two blond girls briskly move to their seats. The young men with "De" and "Fon" in their names on the Flying Leaf were almost all members of Minerva. Galadia was also called by her name early and sat in the center of the long table.

That's how they are grouped...

Those who come to this academy are young people with strong or weak Beyonder characteristics. But there are differences between Beyonders.

The academy of the descendants of nobles or mage families with a family lineage is the Minerva of the inheritance of knowledge.

Children from wealthy families and high society join Sheila, the symbol of harmony. The young man who seemed to be strong and strong belonged to Roland.

The rest of the people are different, Tran is really a big man... Griffith approached Rana, who was also left in place: "What does Tran mean?"

"Huh? Creation? Literally," the tall and somewhat vicious Rana was one of the most knowledgeable among the Cytolars. He didn't react for a while, and looked at Griffith suspiciously, "Aha. , you ask this. They are producers, and the production adjustment of magic items, enchanting materials, and potions requires the use of mental power, and Trajan's classmates are the cornerstone of this society."

"Where are we going then?" Griffith looked at the thinning crowd. "Roland?"

"How is that possible," Rana shrugged, "of course we're going to..."

"Griffith Brandon, Minerva."

The academy tutor reported the name mapped on the crystal, the freshmen who were still in place looked at Griffith silently, and the boys and girls who had already taken their seats in Minerva gave him welcome glances.

Galadia patted the position beside her. The boys and girls who were swarming around her and Sonia were very self-conscious about making a space for Griffith, and no one tried to move their ass there.

While everyone was waiting for the results of the sorting, Brownie, who was running between the long tables, was already busy setting up a banquet.

The long table was covered with white tablecloths, the silver dishes and candlesticks gleamed, and the fine china was as lovely as the first snow of winter.

The Homonwarts kitchen served Minerva's long table with fragrant ham slices, icegrass, and salad, and a small bottle of purple sparkling aperitif each. Some unbearable freshmen ate clean when they were sorted. Brownie immediately served them sashimi with tuna and deep sea scallops.

Griffith found that there were also chopsticks that he was familiar with in the tableware at hand, but they were not made of wood. They were smooth, warm, and had a comfortable feel like jade. The small white porcelain dish, sprinkled with wasabi in soy sauce shipped from the far south, is exuding a mysterious and alluring aroma.

Sonia sat opposite him, and her slender hands skillfully picked up a piece of sashimi from the ice and put it into her mouth. Minerva's other freshmen seem to have become familiar with the tableware and food, slowly tasting it quietly and approvingly.

This is too extravagant... Griffith's heart is already a little uneasy, and the food is so extravagant, how much tuition did the Larmor family pay for me?

At this time, there was a loud noise from the long table nearby. Although the waiter who maintained the order came to dissuade him immediately, the voices of joy and surprise continued one after another.

Griffith turned his head and found that it was the students of the other three academies who were making noise. On the table in front of them, golden fried chicken nuggets were piled like hills on a large dinner plate. Several boys were happily grabbing a piece with each hand and having a good time.

Griffith was surprised to find that there were no fresh sashimi and fine utensils on the tables of the three colleges, and Brownie did not slowly differentiate the appetizers and main dishes, but pushed a cart full of fried chicken, Grilled corn, scones, chunks of sausage, butter bread and cakes are optional.

It looks good too! I want to add a little too... Griffith thought subconsciously.

"Mr. apprentice knight, you must be worried about how to provide supplies to these guys during the war?" Iseus, who was sitting not far away, asked Griffith friendly, "I bet that three soldiers are no better than three soldiers. Appetite for them alone."

The freshmen Minerva at the long table laughed softly. Griffith hurriedly looked away from the other branch, but happened to find that Fisher in the distance was looking at him with a malicious and sarcastic expression, and there was a little regret in his eyes.

It's my rudeness... Griffith's heart skipped a beat. If Iseus hadn't opened the topic in advance, what he would have heard would have been sarcasm from Fisher.