"Morse." Sylvie raised her head and murmured sleepily. "Hmm..." However, even though she murmured my name, she was still very sleepy because she had her eyes closed. Judging from her appearance, she had a bad night... Was she unable to sleep after what she saw? If so, that would make sense. From what the principal said, it was clear that Sylvie had witnessed everything. "Are you okay?" A hand came close to my cheek as Sylvie tried to touch me sleepily. My long-established conditioning and the stress I had just endured made my body more tense than usual, and when the hand approached me, I opened it. "ah!" "Awake now?" "Oh...I'm sorry..." She replied by shifting her gaze when she saw me open my eyes and looking at her. "...I'm sorry." I replied. "I didn't mean to do that. It was just a reflex." This girl helped me, whether it was necessary or not. I shouldn't be rude to her. "Thank you for your help." I bowed my head slightly and thanked her without any tricks. Sylvie blushed slightly at my thanks, her gentle nature still shining through even in her sleepy state. "You're welcome," she replied softly, a hint of a smile on her lips. "I'm glad you're okay."
As I focused my attention on Sylvie, the tension I had just felt with the principal seemed to fade away. Her presence brought me comfort and calm, calming the turmoil within me. I didn't know why, but it reminded me of the good old days... and then the bad ones. The memories that haunted me "But I shouldn't do this." I looked at the girl. Although her face was flushed, she was looking away, occasionally looking at me. "Does she want to ask me a question?" I thought to myself as I looked at her awkward look. "If you have anything to ask, just ask." I looked at the girl and said. "Ah..." She was surprised by the sudden question. "I..." Then, she stammered, as if she couldn't muster up the courage. "I just remembered... I have something to take care of!" There was a hint of panic in her voice, and she immediately ran out of the room. There was a slam of the door. "What's wrong with her?" I was left in my room dumbfounded... "What happened? I heard the door close and Sylvie was running outside." Before I could start thinking, the doctor from the infirmary came over and asked me what was going on. "I have no idea......" The doctor gave me a knowing look, as if he had seen this situation before. “Young people today…” I heard him laugh and I was sure he had misunderstood something, but I didn't care. "Forget it, let's check your wound." Just like that, the doctor approached me and started to check the wound on my chest... ...... "Ah! What did I do just now? What did I do just now?" Sylvie blamed herself and walked back and forth outside the infirmary building. With every step, her golden hair jumped, reflecting her inner anxiety. "You idiot, you promised yourself you would ask him about what you saw. Why are you embarrassed now?" She scolded herself, frustrated with her indecision. "But he looks so serious, and that look in his eyes... I just can't bear to ask him something so personal." Sylvie muttered, pulling at her loose hair in annoyance.
She wanted to know about Morse's past, but she didn't want to disturb his feelings, and she was very conflicted. She could feel Morse's inner pain, but she didn't want to add to his burden. The scar that Sylvie saw on his body yesterday came to her mind the moment she looked at him. Then, she felt ashamed because it was the first time she saw a man's naked body so closely. "So this is what their bodies look like." She thought, a blush appearing on her face. Even she herself didn't know why she was so persistent in wanting to help Morse and why she was so curious about his past. "Ugh, I'm such a mess," Sylvie muttered, her frustration evident in her tone. "I just... ugh, forget it." Finally, she gave up on thinking and started walking towards the dorm until her watch started beeping. "Ah... I forgot to call them!" ...... "Your wounds are healing well," he said with a warm smile. "Just rest for a while and you'll be back in good shape soon." After the doctor checked my wound and healed it with his light attribute skills, I was allowed to leave the infirmary. "Thank you, doctor," I replied, nodding my head slightly. "I appreciate your care for me." The doctor chuckled. "It's my job to take care of the students at the academy," he said with a smile. "Be careful not to push yourself too hard." So I left the infirmary and went outside. The sun shone on me, and the college was once again filled with students. It was noon. The doctor told me not to push myself too hard, but I thought there was nothing wrong with me, so it should be fine. With that in mind, I went to my room. Those bastards were gone. I could be free for a while now. After entering the room, I immediately changed my clothes, then drank the wine I made yesterday, and finally headed to the training ground. ...... After entering the training ground, I went to the reception desk, where the staff were already waiting. Now it was time to test my ranged weapons. "Hello." I greeted the receptionist. She looked up from her papers, her expression enthusiastic. "Welcome to the training grounds. How may I help you?" she asked politely. "I want to borrow a long-range weapon for target practice," I explained. Although my talent has blossomed, in this world, there is a saying called "enlightenment", where a person gains another career in his career and can change weapons in his career. So no matter what one's weapon of choice is, the Academy allows students to train with whatever type of weapon they want, from swords to staves, from shamans to bows, and so on... "Okay," she replied, walking over to a secure locker. "We do have some training weapons. I'll get you one." She opened the cabinet and pulled out a sleek recurve bow and a quiver. "This is a recurve bow. It's a popular choice for those who enjoy ranged weapon practice." When she handed it to me, I squinted at the bow. Generally speaking, people who like to be long-range will use a bow, because guns are more difficult to use. However, my characteristics clearly state that I can infuse items with magic, so I guess that means that bullets can be used as well. With that in mind, I asked the receptionist, "Can you give me a gun?" "Gun?" The woman's reaction was unexpected. “Yes, I want to test it.” "No, you can't. Unless you sign up for a special class, you're only allowed to use one weapon." "I see" I was not surprised to hear this. This is also the setting in the game. After all, the college is not a charity, and all students need to be equipped with weapons. Therefore, they need to implement a rule that prohibits students from carrying all kinds of weapons with them.
With that, I left the reception and headed towards the shooting range. When I got to the shooting range, I set up the target at a distance suitable for the bow and arrow and decided to practice hard. But just then, I saw a girl with green hair and red eyes holding a bow. "Alice Thornfield." I thought to myself when I saw her figure. "Sure enough, she's here." In the game she is one of the heroines and the fifth ranked student, so she is a hard worker and not bad looking. As an archer, she is good at calculations and a good role model for me to learn from. But at the same time I also know that if I look at her for too long, I will not end up well. Thinking about this, I decided that I should test my own characteristics. With this in mind, I went to a private shooting range.
