I who got fired from the S class adventure party worked as a support, want to have a slow life by becoming an alchemist - Chapter 22

Translator: NovelMultiverse

“Only two people have passed a perfect score: …… I didn’t realize it would be notorious in this way.”

Many of them must have stumbled on that difficult final question.

I had a bad feeling when Albert said he was going to return the answers from those who passed with full marks, but that prediction was oddly true.

“…… Well, I can’t help it. I suppose it’s supposed to be a good appeal to his peers.”　

There was no intention to expose Slay to Albert or anything like that, and it was probably customary for him to return the answer first from a full score pass.

And Slay didn’t want to appeal to his peers in this way. He even wanted to excuse himself as a commoner and spend his apprenticeship period unobtrusively.　

Slay looked at Albert, but he didn’t change his expression and handed Slay the answer sheet, just as he had done with Frederica. It was really clerical.

The number 100 on the answer sheet. Even under these circumstances, seeing a perfect answer sheet made me slightly happy.

“Suley is a commoner’s ……”

“Eh, he gets a perfect score: ……”

“…… Does that mean you’ve solved that conundrum?”

Unlike the time of Frederica, the duchess, what happened was not applause but an echoing groan.

The field of alchemy is governed by nobles. It would not be proper for them to be defeated by the commoners in that field.

What is in the air now is an air of embarrassment to the nobles. Especially for those who failed the written exam this time, it may be humiliating.

However, the alchemist exam is not a competitive exam. It is an examination to see if you can clear the set conditions. The fact that Slay got a perfect score had nothing to do with the others’ passing or failing, and those who failed were simply not studying hard enough.

“Commoner …… he’s a commoner?”

I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get a full mark,” murmured Frederica, who had received the answer ahead of him, just like Srey.

You can’t believe it, she said with a dumbfounded expression on her face.

You can’t believe it. There was a rumor that there was a commoner who was especially entitled to take the exam this time. Perhaps he is the one.

“Well, yes. …… But then, such a conundrum. Big deal.”

“Birth is not the determinant of knowledge. Lady Frederica, you know as well as I do.”

“…… That’s right.”

It was a whispered conversation, but Slay could hear it because he had a good ear. I guess he didn’t mean any offense, but I couldn’t help but feel that the content of the conversation was naturally disrespectful.

Nevertheless, it is an undoubted fact that there is a big difference between the nobles and commoners in terms of education, so the general perception is not wrong.

It’s not as if Chloe’s explanation hasn’t convinced me at this point, but Frederica, while half-hiding her face with an open fan, was sending curious looks at Slay.

Frederica is a girl. But there was a strange sense of intimidation. Perhaps it was not directed at hostility.

It’s hard to explain in words, but it may be the aura of the one who stands above you, a kind of aura. Or perhaps it is due to the drills that are set up on both sides.

“…… Well, if there’s a difficult problem, you want to solve it, that’s what sex is for.”

Slay held her breath uncomfortably and removed her gaze to the empty space.

Eventually, Frederica closed the fan that had been covering her mouth and handed it to her escort, Chloe, and clapped her hands together as the buzzing continued.

“Praise be to the one who has shown superior knowledge. …… excuse me. This kind of manner of speaking may be my own praise, which is a perfect score as well.”

Frederica smiled as she clapped, and the sparse applause followed suit.

If she said so, the applause would take the form of praise that included not only Slay but Frederica as well. Perhaps it was her own way of showing concern for Slay and the nobles.

Although the applause was smaller than Frederica’s, many still applauded. As a duchess, she would have to do so, whether or not she was told to or not.

Just how many of them sincerely congratulated Slay?

Probably too many to count, or maybe not at all. Many may think it was the petulant commoner who did it.

The subtlety of the air when Slay’s name came up from Albert says it all. It was unbearable, to say the least.

“I’ll be careful in the future. …… My goal is just to go back home and live a slow life while being an alchemist.”

Slay gave a small bow to the applause of the candidates.

Albert watched the exchange and then resumed returning the answers.

“Then we will announce the successful candidates. …… Number 2, Jake…86 points.”

After the answers were returned, the class was dismissed. The practical exam begins at 13:00 after a break.

The twenty-five candidates who failed the test were disappointed, sobbing, indignant, and silent …… The emotions that were revealed varied, but they all left the Alchemy Society in the morning.

Slay was taking a break by himself in the Alchemy Society’s cafeteria.

The Moon Wheel Pavilion was not so far from here that he could leave once, but it would be a big deal if he accidentally took a nap in bed. Just in case, Slay thought, it was safe to not leave the building.

The lunch box on the table was specially prepared by Julia, the innkeeper’s daughter. It was packed with leftovers from breakfast, but since it was served in the shop, the taste was solid.

“Tasty. You can make this one with a metamorphosis technique, too: …… that one.”

Two people showed up in the cafeteria, Frederica and Chloe.

First of all, they stood out from the looks of it, and when she showed up, I immediately recognized them because they buzzed around a bit.

Then Frederica was walking slowly towards Slay, who was eating away from the potters, and walking towards Slay, who was eating.

Noticing this, Slay almost winced and grabbed a cup of self-service tea, and poured out the one that was almost stuck in the air.

Slowly, he regulated his breathing. The blonde drill duchess stopped in front of him.

“Good day to you, Slay. May I sit with you?”