[User killed someone. User gains Blood.]
Atlas ignored Winslow for now since he was furious and didn't know why Winslow did that.
"System," Atlas quietly mumbled.
[Name: Atlas Silver]
Strength: 5
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 7
Blood: 1
Skills: Swordsmanship [F]
Trait: none
Class: frail person [→ user gets injured/sick more easily and takes longer to heal]
"What the heck is Blood?" Atlas thought out loud.
Winslow stepped closer.
"Young master… Let's go further or we will be late for your school."
He glanced at Atlas, his bloody clothes.
"Don't worry, I packed some spare clothes for you for cases like this."
"This piece of..." Atlas thought in his mind because he didn't want to go further with this old creepy man, but the scene where Winslow killed the bandits like ants gave him creeps.
"Yes, let's go," Atlas went inside the carriage and they began traveling like nothing happened.
Atlas opened his suitcase and dressed in the new ones.
The new ones were just a white shirt and black pants.
Simple yet good-looking.
He looked at his pocket watch.
5:30 am.
The school ceremony would start at 7 am, so they would barely make it there in time.
He looked at his blood-stained sword once again.
And washed it with his old clothes.
He didn't know how to feel or react.
Atlas wasn't dumb, so he knew that in this cruel fantasy world he would sooner or later kill someone.
Yet he expected it to be a monster, not a human.
"Did Winslow test me?" Atlas began thinking.
"But for what did he test me? Maybe he knew about the blood stat and wanted me to get it."
"Still, what does this stat even do?"
Atlas thought of endless possibilities, but he couldn't feel any change, so in the end, he gave up.
He didn't want to ask Winslow because of fear and because he was simply pissed off at the whole situation.
His shoulders felt heavier since he took that bandit's life.
His breathing felt more difficult and his vision darker than usual.
Around 30 minutes later.
They had entered the capital through the main gate.
Which was heavily guarded by knights who had silver equipment and sharp features.
"Wow," Atlas forgot the murder for a moment.
This looked exactly like the novel An Unfortunate World had described.
The people didn't look happy as expected…
Still, the buildings looked really clean and everyone looked like they ate enough.
Of course, this was because of different magic tools which had been developed.
There were different stores left and right, and it looked more modern than Atlas imagined.
The roads were structured and the infrastructure well thought out with a system behind it.
If Atlas had to compare it to Earth, this place is surely not at the year 716.
It was more advanced.
Still, nothing compared to the 21st century, of course.
There were no cars or planes.
Well, he saw none for now.
If he would have to choose an era which it resembled, it would be the Victorian era.
"Does this mean they have guns?" Atlas thought, curious.
"Why would they need firearms if they have magic though?" Atlas chuckled at his own thought.
Still, why did they look that sad?
The capital was secured by high walls of magic-strengthened stones which wouldn't collapse easily.
Also, this was the most secure place if Atlas had to guess because many different groups were here, such as the Bloody Knights or the Academy.
"We arrived, young master," Winslow said in a stoic tone and stopped the carriage.
Atlas left his sword and his suitcase in the carriage and stepped out.
He looked at the academy and didn't really know how to describe it.
It looked, of course, noble but wrong.
Like it shouldn't exist.
Not because of the building itself but the atmosphere.
It looked peaceful and really warm.
Which confused Atlas. He expected that it would look like some military school, but not this.
The colors of the building were soft.
It was toned with cream and gold accents, including designs of flowers, hearts, and big marble columns with light pink, baby blue, and mint green accents.
The building itself looked giant.
It was formed like a big butterfly.
The giant butterfly looked elegant and had flowing lights around it, including giant glass windows for natural light.
"Have fun, young master," Winslow said in an unusually warm tone and left with the horse carriage.
Atlas was nervous but entered the campus ground.
Vibrant cherry blossom trees were lining the pathways, which gave a sweet scent to the nose.
He took a deep inhale as he walked further.
Strange.
No training ground in sight.
Just benches where the older students were having a chat.
Around Atlas, there were many six-year-olds like him.
He couldn't identify someone who was important yet, so he walked further.
The big, long wooden doors opened by themselves as Atlas stepped near, and there were, if he would have to guess, around 100 six-year-olds already waiting for the principal for the welcome ceremony.
Swoosh.
Silence.
Fog filled the lobby, and as soon as it went away, a tall person stood in front of the students.
"This is the principal," Atlas recognized him because he was the same as in the novel.
Tall, broad shoulders. Sharp face and medium-long brown hair to the side.
The novel An Unfortunate World had a knack for attractive characters.
The principal also had bright yellow eyes, his pupils shaped like stars due to his magic.
He looked happy and acted unserious as he was described.
He made two peace signs with his hands as he stood leaning on one leg like he was chilling.
"Hey students, welcome to the academy…" He took out a cheat sheet because it seemed like he forgot his script.
"Welcome to Rosethorne. I'm the principal."
He snapped his fingers, and in a glowing yellow light, his name appeared in the air.
He loved to flex.
'Astermere'
He clapped at it and vanished as quickly as it came.
"Well, I'm not here to waste your time, so let me say the program."
He didn't even hide the cheat sheet anymore as he read it out loud and tried to act enthusiastic.
He was bad at acting...
"At Rosethorne there are rules you should follow for a peaceful time."
"First, your class doesn't matter at all, which means even royalty is equal to a commoner," he yawned while the students were shocked.
After the students calmed down, he began reading further.
"Of course, violence and use of magic is prohibited in all areas except the teachers give you an instruction. For fights, you can duel any student but it can't be forced on."
"That's all the important ones for now. Have fun."
He said with a bright, wide smile and walked off.
"So fast…" Atlas thought in his mind, and all the students walked towards class 1, where all the students would be given the lecture.
"Those greedy… brats," Atlas said quietly as soon as he entered the lecture room.
Because they had taken all the good seats at the front and middle, and only the seats on the last row were untaken.
The lecture room was really big.
At the front was a big blackboard, and the wood aesthetic was comfortable.
Atlas sat alone on the last row and began scanning each student.
"No… not him either… Where is he?" Atlas thought.
He couldn't see Lucian, even though he should be here and easy to notice because of his appearance.Maybe he was just late.
Atlas began searching for the other important characters and easily noticed them.
Florian Wither.
The boy at the front row was Lucian's best friend since childhood.
He had black hair resting on his forehead and dark green eyes.
He looked handsome yet always angry because of his facial expression.
He would later use nature-based magic, which is overpowered.
"I can't deal with that guy, he's sooo unsocial, he would kill me with his eyes," Atlas decided.
He looked further around.
There were different types of students here.
Most, of course, arrogant nobles with higher classes.
Children of barons, viscounts, counts, even marquesses from the looks of it.
"Ahh… where is that girl?" Atlas searched for a specific person secretly.
There.
He found Lumin of the marquess family Solarien.
Sitting in the middle row, just as antisocial as Florian.
She didn't rely on outsiders; everyone in her family was just as self-assured.
They were born with light magic, so it made sense.
Lumin had short white hair that barely touched her shoulders and sharp white eyes, giving her a judging, penetrating gaze.
Click.
Someone had opened the door to the lecture room.
It was a professor.
She walked up to the blackboard and wrote her name in bold letters.
'FROSTVEIL'
"What are you waiting for? Stand up and greet me," she said with a loud, confident tone.
She looked just as the novel described her.
Not so tall, yet with a monocle on her left eye and a baby blue bright suit and a staff with a snowflake on it, she looked… interesting.
She didn't have all the traits of her family because she was just a half-blood.
Typical aesthetics for the Frostveils were light blue hair and eyes which looked icy, but she had the hair but black eyes.
Every student, including Atlas, stood up and greeted her.
"Good morning, Miss Frostveil."
And then sat back down.
Miss Frostveil began counting each student.
"1."
...
"97," she ended on Atlas.
"Does anybody know where Lucian is?" she asked, not really interested.
Then someone knocked on the door…