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THE next day, Emma woke up refreshed and energetic after a wonderful night’s sleep. She stretched broadly, moaning unconsciously at how good the movement felt. Frankly speaking, she wasn’t the best at waking up. It always took her a long time to connect with the real world again. But today was different. Excitement bubbled inside her at the thought of lessons starting soon.
Emma had one goal for her second life. She would only commit a moderate amount of time and effort to her duties as a time traveler. She had no desire to devote her entire being to the work again. Her new strategy would free up time in her days, which she would use to master magic properly. This plan was designed to accomplish her dream of becoming a lady’s maid like the one she admired so much.
Remarkably enough, her time travel missions encompassed a variety of tasks, big and small. For example, confirm the weather at a specific point in the future or determine if the wheat harvest was bountiful. Accordingly, she surmised that her knowledge from her first life could be used in this one to make more time for her.
“Oh, and I need to end my engagement with Bernard as soon as I possibly can.”
Incidentally, the Magic Academy in the Monarchy of Reauxvil didn’t hold an entrance ceremony for new students. Right out of the gate, its pupils were subjected to a class placement test. This set the tone for an academic schedule so brutal over the next three years that it created a challenge to foster social relationships and one’s own emotional development.
How nostalgic! Classes are formed based on the student’s grades. They also determine the ease of selecting electives, so I have to make sure I do well on today’s exam.
In her first life, Emma successfully made it into the top class because she prepared thoroughly for the test. But in reality, she was nineteen on the inside. When she reviewed the test materials last night, she was surprised to discover how much information she retained. Even so, many aristocratic young ladies and gentlemen had studied like mad, aiming for the top class as well, so she couldn’t afford to let down her guard.
I think… I should be fine, though. She nibbled on a piece of bread while cramming the important points one last time. Then she washed down the remainder of the slice with her cup of milk tea before standing up and spinning herself around in front of the mirror. The skirt of her white dress uniform flared as she twirled. Once she stopped, it settled again around her legs, the hem just long enough to cover her knees. All the girls wore the same thing because this school didn’t discriminate between students of common and high birth. Remembering how she looked at graduation, she felt rejuvenated by this attire.
This isn’t bad at all!
“Off I go!”
Making her announcement to her empty room, she left the dormitory, her steps light.