It's finally come...the two years I get a break from all the plotting and events and training Hera-chan! My precious quiet years.

At the age of fifteen, every noble's child who qualifies is sent to Valentinus' Advanced Academy, wherein they are grouped into five classes of twenty students each depending on their prowess. Class A: Proficient in every field. Class B: Proficient in all math and science fields. Class C: Proficient in all humanities fields. Class D: Proficient in all magic fields. Class E: Proficient in no field.

The classes are ranked by letter due to their usefulness to a future ruler. I was placed in Class C. Math always was my weakness when it had nothing to do with probability, and it seems all the magic in our bloodline was passed onto Owen. It beats me why Class C is lower than Class B, when humanities are closely tied with psychology and public speaking, things that I would like to believe are quite important for nobles, but I digress. For now, I'll chalk it up to bias, as the Headmaster of the Academy was from Class B according to rumours.

But enough of that! I should be celebrating, all I need to do for two years is study!

"Hey, Victoria. You just gonna sit there with that content smile? It seems a cat has taken permanent ownership of your tongue."

I glance up from my desk and see two gray eyes staring at me.

"Do you think you're funny?" I failed to restrain myself.

He put his finger to his chin and after a moment mused, "Most of the time, yes."

I sighed and tied my hair up. I grew it out a bit this year, mostly because I was too busy to get it cut.

"It'd be an awful coincidence if we were classmates, wouldn't it?"

"And here I was afraid you'd think we were fated to be with each other!" He raised an eyebrow.

"Your teasing isn't even half-hearted Lucian."

"First name basis, huh?"

"I won't degrade myself by using honorifics on someone who isn't honourable. And using your last name would be confusing, as I already associate it with Duke Ezekiel," I calmly replied as I took my notebook out, class should be starting soon after all.

"Oh, someone from class B isn't honourable now? But doesn't B come before C in the alphabet?"

My eye twitches slightly. "Shouldn't you know?"

"Oh come on, I was just kidding. We're both loners aren't we? Why don't we be friends? My uptight classmates don't seem to like my jokes."

"Ah, I believe you have a misunderstanding of the way things are. You're alone because you can't figure out how to read people with nothing in them to read. I'm alone because I want to be," I point my pen at him as I finished.

"I didn't realise you were such a Kuudere-"

"Mister Tricius! Please go back to your class. Class C's Literature Class is about to start and I believe your class has joint Alchemy with Class D right now!" The slightly late teacher scolded him first thing.

Kuudere? Is he insane...? I am not Kuudere! But wait, that's not what's important here! How does he know that term? Oh no...He's reincarnated too, isn't he? Is that possible? What do I mean is it possible, of course it is! I am after all!

He grinned at me before slipping out of the classroom as the teacher continued her scolding. When he left the teacher sighed and started class with, "Those Class B jerks think they're so much better than my class, hmph!"

I took note of this. What, did you think I brought out my notebook for class notes? Of course not. It's for observing the tendencies of the people around me. Everything the teacher will say is bound to be in our textbooks anyway. The teacher started introductions before her lecture, and I soaked up all the information I could.

"I am Victoria Viola Volkova of Duchy Dispaira."

"Oh, we have a duchess in training in this class! Though...of Dispaira," the teacher suddenly lost enthusiasm.

Hey. I don't like this teacher.