Chapter 1 – Frondier, the Human Sloth (1)

The next day.

There was a small commotion in class.

“Hey, look at that…….”

“No way…….”

Everyone whispered to each other and glanced at me, with a disbelieving expressions on their faces.

“Frondier de Roach is……!”

…Awake!

“…….”

All the students' eyes seem to say that.

Frondier, he’s never been awake in a class before.
That's pretty impressive in and of itself.

“Well, if you look at the next screen…….”

The teacher also looks quite surprised that I was awake.

But there's nothing to be done.
I have my father's orders.

If I don't rank in the top 10 overall at Constel, I'll be excommunicated.

Constel is the school I'm currently attending now.… The same academy…… It refers to the same school.

In any case, it's like an educational institution.

While other schools generally focus on knowledge and culture, Constel combines that with combat training to fight monsters and demons.
It's much more rigorous, and thus much more difficult.

I don't just have to be a good student, I have to be a good fighter too.

Only by excelling at both of those things can I hope to make it into the top 10 overall.

Frondier has a difficult task ahead of him.

At one point in the game, Frondier disappears without a trace, and I thought he'd been forgotten, but it turns out he's been excommunicated.

Did he sleep knowing that he would be excommunicated? Did he really want to be excommunicated?

The overall grade was calculated by combining written and practical scores.

And with this body, which doesn’t have any divine powers or proper magic, I have to get the maximum score on the written test.
So it was only natural that I was paying attention in class.

Of course, the ultimate goal was to clear the game, and the position of House Roach was crucial to that, so excommunication was out of the question.

The title of a prestigious aristocrat is one of the few advantages I have as a Frondier.

And without it, clearing this game as a Fondier becomes even more impossible.

“That aside.

I was feeling sleepy.

As if Frondier's habits and poor stamina have infiltrated me, sleepiness that was hard to shake off was drowning me.
I'm always asleep by this time.

Suddenly, it became hard to concentrate in class, and above all, I had no idea what the words on the board meant.

I, who was taking my first class after only playing games, and Frondier, who was always asleep, were in a similar situation.

……where.’

I suddenly remembered Frondier's skill.

Weaving.

I don't know if this will work.

I tried to weave from what the teacher had written on the board.

The words on the board were clear in my mind.

Even if I didn't understand the content, they were still stored in my mind, as if I had taken a picture.

'This one is worth using.'

’

By this time, I had stored the contents of the book in my workshop, I stopped taking notes because I didn't need to.
Instead, I focused on the teacher's explanation.

The contents written on the blackboard are automatically stored, and I could always review them later.

When I stopped taking notes, the odd looks I got from people around me faded a bit.

It's almost as if they thought I stopped taking notes because I was bored.

Even the teacher seemed to have calmed down, with a look on her face that said, ‘Yeah, that’s right.’

What's wrong?

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Even if I could pass the written exam by taking careful notes, the practicals were a different story.

The barrier to practical skills was too high for Frondier, who had no skills or magic, let alone divine power.

The only thing he can rely on was his weaving, but what can he do with it?

‘It’s a replica that cannot be seen, that cannot interfere with reality.’

This skill is most likely the root of Frondier's laziness.
He's probably already done something with it.

The fact that he hadn't found a use for it and had given up on it, however, indicates that the situation was hopeless.

“……?”

I was walking down the corridor, thinking about my weave, when I saw a woman approaching from the opposite direction.

The sound of leaves rustling outside the window.

Hair as radiant as the setting sun and large eyes the color of a lake.

With each step she took, the aura from her eyes drenched the entire landscape.

She approached this way slowly, her gaze never leaving me.

──I knew immediately who she was.

It was hard not to recognize her with that beautiful appearance.

Elodie.

Elodie de Inies Rishae.

The child favored by the Five Gods was before me now.

Elodie was a talented character in the game Etius.

A single sentence, ‘Loved by Five Gods’ was enough, to sum up, her fraudulent nature.

My only regret was that she didn’t become a companion to the main character.

No matter how many times I asked her to be my companion, she refused.
It was never revealed why.

But she's a woman who's going to be an important part of the army in the future, so she's definitely a reliable ally.

One of the few named characters in Etius that gives players a sense of security.

……But that was when I was the protagonist.

I am Frondier now.

Elodie probably doesn't know me, and if she does, she won't hear anything good about me.

There are many students who dislike Frondier.
His grades are abysmal and his behavior is careless.

A slacker who does nothing but use his prestigious aristocratic name as a shield.
That's his reputation, and it's true.

Elodie, on the other hand, is a model of integrity and diligence.
To her, my existence is anathema.

……
But I'm not the main character.

So let's just pass her by.

“……Frondier.”

I tried to pass, but I was stopped.

I looked at Elodie.

’

She turned her angry eyes on me.

“Don't you have something to say to me?”

I have something to say. Do you know me?

I couldn’t bring myself to say it, so I watched her in silence, and I could hear the crunching and grinding of her teeth.

“……
how I feel about you.”

Elodie was mumbling something,

Suddenly, something came flying out the window to her right.

A baseball, he