The Retired Hero is an Extra

'Wait, why am I even affected? Why do I even care?' Ziva suddenly found her own thoughts confusing as she made her way to the opposite side.

Unconsciously, she had already arrived at the seat next to Jash, her eyes widening at the realization but before she could walk away,

"Why don't you just sit here?" Jash interrupted her, making her unable to reject it.

It wasn't that she couldn't refuse, but it would end up being troublesome as it was common knowledge that the two were friends.

'Plus, the engagement rumors,' Ziva thought, sitting next to him with a silent curt nod.

It wasn't a friendly exchange by any manner yet no one in the Classroom had the guts to say otherwise.

In fact, it was utterly silent at Jash's entry, his stark reminder of hating annoying stuff clear in their minds.

Any small mumbling and whispering ended the moment Ziva entered, both Year Representatives being in the same class made the rest of the class nervous.

Poor folks couldn't even unravel and vent their emotions in the Classroom.

But Jash was actually quite at peace, hearing no noise at all, or so he appeared on the surface.

'That girl... isn't supposed to be here, she was in Amael's class, no?' Jash thought in confusion.

'Did I end up overcharging the events??' He asked himself, unable to know the truth but it was indeed true.

Though the protagonist was still in Class 3 with Caera, Ava, Sylvie, Lyra, Levi, and a few others, primarily more females.

But Amael had shifted to be in Class 2 with Freirae, Vivia, Zaos, the lightning guy, Sam, and even Avon.

There were many changes, but it mattered little, as everyone else seemed to have been thrown into Class 4 with Grungin being the strongest in it.

And Class 5... poor students were a total bunch of average students with no one over the top in it.

However, due to this disparity caused by 'random' selection of classes, the rest of the students were utterly weak.

Not that it mattered in the Classes 1,2 and 3, but it sure was strange, making Jash wonder if someone had purposefully messed the class division up.

'Also, where is that pink-haired girl? In the protagonist's class?' Jash suddenly recalled the man he employed and her daughter.

An unintentional scoff left his lips, though low sounding, it resounded in the silent classroom.

'What's wrong with me?' Ziva thought, finding herself frowning at his every action and constantly being conscious of him.

If only Jash knew her signs, he'd know that she was merely jealous and her pride had taken a hit due to his performance.

After seeing it, it was obvious that Jash could defeat her if she didn't go all out, but what if she went all out?

In truth, the outcome wouldn't change, Jash was nearly immune to any mental attacks as long as it could harm him or manipulate him.

If it were just a simple illusion or something he didn't even try to resist, it might work on him.

However, Ziva didn't know of it or her own feelings and Jash was busy considering the information pertaining to Elara.

That girl was important to him, not in a romantic sense but another and he had plans to help her.

'But do I befriend her or not? It would look too weird and out of character if I suddenly became friendly... ugh, annoying, annoying, so annoying!'

At the moment, he couldn't think of anything but his facial expressions gave him away.

Already, every student was actively avoiding sitting anywhere near the duo, not wanting to get into their eyes.

After all, what would they do if they somehow ended up offending them?

Most of them were commoners so who would even help them?

Around 60 percent of the students at the academy came from a common background, while others were either from a rich family or were part of nobility.

But their class had two duke's children, so no one in their right mind wanted to annoy Jash in the slightest.

Nevertheless, studying at the Academy helped not only to improve one's strengths but also in making connections with rich and influential people.

So, it came to no surprise that there were various many small factions among students inside the Academy.

Not that anyone could have joined one by now as the Seniors were the ones recruiting freshmen, and they were yet to meet, officially.

Only those who got scammed at the opening ceremony would suffer from that fate.

As the seconds ticked by, the time approached for the classes to start.

And right when only a few seconds were left, a female professor entered through the door.

It was obvious because her clothing was different and had three stars on her sleeves and shoulders.

Seeing her, all the students straightened their backs and looked in front, curious about her.

However, she didn't care one bit about the curious glances cast her way, walking up to the table in the middle and pressing her hands on it.

She raised her head to look at the students and broke the silence, "First of all, congratulations on making it here.

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Her voice was soft yet lacking warmth and seemed to lack any touch of emotion, making a not-so-good impression on the students.

Only, Jash was frowning, recognizing her already. 'Damn! Even the teacher changed?!' he thought, surprised by it.

"My name is Aileen Frostvale, and I am in charge of Class 1," Aileen introduced herself, glancing at Jash for a second before withdrawing her gaze.

Hearing her name, many students had their mouths wide open. She was one of the SS-Rank Hunters, after all.

She had blue-white hair with light purple eyes, and she seemed to have a serious no-nonsense type of personality.

Alas, her true playful nature was well-hidden and only her cold exterior was visible.

"You might have heard of me, but in case you haven't, were you living under a rock? I am one of those SS-Rank hunters you admire,"

She said that with slight chagrin as she snapped her fingers, and a sword made of pure ice formed above her fingertips.

"And I specialize in the sword and Ice Element," she said, and the ice-sword in her hand kept changing shapes and sizes at first.

Then, it began changing from blue to purple to transparent to white to translucent blue-white...

It was as if she could control the ice itself but she instantly cut it off, ignoring the intrigued and awed faces of the students.

Alas, the Ice element was rare for someone to awaken and she didn't have much hope about it from her students.

Even if someone did, it needed talent to be master as controlling it gets harder and harder as the complexity of it increased.

That's why her control over it was so shocking for the students.

Thankfully, the sword was the most preferred weapon and she just so happened to be a master of that, allowing her to guide them.

And with how perfectly she mimicked different swords from the ice gave them a hint of her capabilities.

"That's enough, focus back to the class," she said coldly, disrupting the student's focus from above her fingertips.

"As today is your first day, I will go easy on you, only explaining some rules and other stuff that you must be aware of about the Academy," she declared with a simple smile.

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