Chapter 6: Dark Demon Can't Let Go of His Greed for Knowledge
The temperature had already begun to drop in September, and the morning breeze at Saint Marian carried a hint of chill, much like the indifferent world, cold but beautiful.
Chilly and nerve-wracking!
Dark never imagined that his thirst for knowledge could be seen as "greed!"
Had the demon god's bloodline grown so desperate to awaken that it had completely cast aside all sense of shame?
What should he do now?
Should he continue reading?
Keep attending classes?
Sloth and diligence.
The pursuit of knowledge and greed.
How exactly could these be balanced?
Was Dark studying too seriously?
Or was he studying for too long?
Dark glanced up at the cuckoo clock above the fireplace. It was already 7:20 without him realizing it.
“I’ve studied for about sixty-five minutes, but I only truly got into the flow for less than fifty. It was only after prolonged reading that my desire to gain more related knowledge gradually emerged.”
“When the desire grows intense enough and becomes insatiable, it turns into greed.”
“But most people don’t reach that level.”
Dark was self-aware enough to know that he wasn’t someone with an insatiable thirst for knowledge.
So it must be that his demon god’s bloodline was awakening, causing the threshold for triggering the deadly sin of greed to lower drastically!
Suppose others needed a level 10 desire to be considered greedy.
He only needed a level 9, or even an 8, or a 7, to be seen as greedy!
So, it wasn’t that he couldn’t study.
It was that he couldn’t immerse himself in it too much!
Attending regular classes and completing regular homework should still be within an acceptable margin of error.
Active learning and passive learning were clearly different.
As for whether this hypothesis was correct, a few small experiments would be needed.
Dark took a deep breath. His greed indicator was at 73, leaving him plenty of room for trial and error.
Foolish people would retreat at this point.
Only smart people would try to find the right method.
[Pride +1]
π
Dark closed his textbook. The common room had filled with several people, but he had been so absorbed in the sea of knowledge that he hadn’t noticed.
After packing up his textbooks, Dark slung his shoulder bag and left the tower alone, crossing the bridge and entering the castle.
The interior of the academy’s castle was complex, but the sorting card would guide him.
The meals at the academy’s dining hall were diverse, unlike the almost entirely meatless opening banquet from the previous night.
Dark picked some simple food and ate a fairly decent breakfast with restraint.
Then, following the sorting card’s guidance, he found the classroom for his first class.
It was almost 8:00, and most of the first-years were just arriving on time.
The summoning class was held in a large lecture hall that could accommodate two classes.
It seemed that Noble House's first class was to be shared with the freshmen from Knight House?
Dark quietly took a seat in the back row, in the left corner near the wall, and put his bag into the drawer.
"Hey!"
He had barely settled when the ever-elusive Dianna appeared, shamelessly sticking close to him as if she had already chosen him as her target.
Dark glanced at her egg-smooth face and quickly suppressed the urge to pinch it.
“Good thing I reacted quickly!”
He pressed his fingers down and casually pointed toward the front row.
Dianna, who had been about to sit next to him, curiously asked, “Dark, are you suggesting Dianna sit with her?”
Before Dark could say anything, Dianna, now cheerful, continued, “She doesn’t seem too cheerful. Dianna will go cheer her up!”
Dark still said nothing.
Dianna had already dashed to the front row and started getting cozy with the shy-looking girl.
[Envy +1]
“Dodged one, but couldn’t dodge the next.”
Dark remained silent.
Rose Rothrock was feeling flustered by Dianna’s overwhelming enthusiasm.
The girl, who had just celebrated her birthday half a month ago, had never even stepped out of her family’s castle before coming to Saint Marian Academy.
Her parents had been killed by the demon king’s army, and after four years in an orphanage, she was taken in by her uncle, a viscount, when she was five.
The viscount and his wife had been childless for ten years, and they brought her home intending to raise her as their daughter. However, just six months after she arrived, the viscount’s wife became pregnant!
So, after only half a year of being treated like a “little princess,” Rose became an unwanted burden.
Out of concern for their reputation, the viscount and his wife couldn’t send her back to the orphanage, so they left her in the castle to be taken care of by the maids.
She never lacked her three daily meals, was provided with preschool education books, and was taught noble etiquette. But beyond that, there was nothing more.
She was confined to the castle, occasionally watching from her window as the viscount and his wife played with her growing cousin in the garden, which made her feel stifled.
A person’s character is heavily influenced by their environment, and Rose gradually became introverted, prone to fantasy, but noticeably timid, too scared to reach out.
At that moment, Dianna appeared before her like a beam of light, shining into her heart.
Rose was gradually won over by Dianna, and the two girls soon became inseparable.
Childhood friendships are pure and precious, something hard to regain once grown up.
Dark, who had inadvertently played a role in bringing them together, was pleased with the result.
"With Dianna having found a new friend, maybe she won’t bother me anymore?"
He tilted his head slightly, letting the breeze brush against his face, and glanced out the window in the direction the wind was coming from.
The lilies, unique to Saint Marian, were blooming.
Professor Sarah Silver, the first-year summoning class instructor, stepped into the classroom at the very last second before the bell rang.
The lively chatter that filled the room instantly died down.
It wasn’t that the students had stopped talking. Rather, when Professor Silver entered, a wave of silence swept through the classroom, making the noise vanish in an instant!
The Noble House students, most of whom had received elite preschool education, quickly realized that Professor Silver had used a [Silence Card]!
However, many in Knight House didn’t understand.
Robert, who sat beside White, even screamed out in fear, his face turning red as a boiled lobster.
When Professor Silver reached the lectern and lifted the silence, Robert’s scream suddenly echoed through the room!
"Ahhh—"
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"Brogheim, since it’s the first class, I won’t deduct your credits for now."
Professor Silver casually brushed the pale gold strands of hair behind her long, pointed ears, her expression indifferent.
“Before we start class, let’s go over the rules. I’m Sarah Silver, a half-elf, and your summoning professor at Saint Marian Academy.”
A class at Saint Marian Academy lasted ninety minutes. The first class started at 8:00 in the morning, with a thirty-minute break between classes. The second class ended at 11:30, and the afternoon had only one class starting at 2:00.
The academy operated on a credit system, and like Hogwarts, it had a House Cup—not just a symbolic honor, but a real, tangible Holy Grail!
The “Marian Holy Grail” had supposedly existed since the academy’s founding and was a magic artifact that had the power to grant wishes, hence also known as the "Wishing Cup."
The house with the most credits at the end of the year would win the House Cup, and the Wishing Cup would grant every student in that house, from first to sixth year, one wish.
—An inscription on the Wishing Cup read: “He who covets everything will get nothing.”
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Hopefully the editor is just profoundly disturbed by the quality of your work, that they went into a mood mired by doubt at the comparison of language skills. Thank you for the chapter, it's an interesting tale.
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ReplyDeleteThe temperature in September has already begun to drop.
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Dark pressed his fingers and pointed ,seemingly casually, to the front row.
*pointed, seemingly
- So he gon' be a model student and force others to be good too huh?π