Chronicle of the Eternal: Volume 1 Read Free Page A

at the large field and playground
in the center of the academy. Just as children should; they play with their
newly formed groups of friends, some even continue making a few more friends
from other classes.
    The four Soulless children
are inevitably left out of this social gathering event and sit to the side,
watching the other children curiously. Strangely, despite being rejected by the
other students and forced into solitude, not a single one of the Soulless
approaches the other three in an attempt to make friends.
    Except Regal, who, having
nothing else to do, stands before the other three Soulless and extends a
neutral greeting to them.
    “Hi, I’m Regal Havier.
Would you like to be my friend?” Regal asks each of the other kids.
    “Sure, my name is Astore
Jone.”
    “Klide Fen, let us be
friends then.”
    “I’m Veronica Hayfare.
Let’s all be friends then.”
    Regal removes his lunch
from his inventory, a ham and salad sandwich he prepared last night. The
sandwich is not particularly made well and its taste is subpar, but he is used
to this type of food.
    After eating, Regal starts
up a conversation with the other Soulless in regards to their thoughts about the
academy. Just like Regal, they share the opinion that it is a place they should
attend and learn from. Any of the other kids in the playground would most
likely be shocked to hear such a bland opinion.
    The bell signalling the
end of lunch echoes across the academy. All the children rush back to class and
to their respective desks.
    The squeal of a hinge
needing oil screeches through the room as the teacher, Julius River, closes the
door after he enters.
    “Students, I hope you took
adequate notes on the history lesson. Anyone who didn’t will need to work with
those who did to study. There will be a short test on Friday.”
    “Teacher,” a blond kid at
the back of the room who looks like he will be a ruffian in a few years calls
out, “I have a photographic memory. I remember all your words by heart so I
don’t need to write notes!”
    “Shut it, brat! There was
no such thing as a photographic memory in the old world, nor is there in this
one! Cyen, make a copy of your notes for this idiot so he doesn’t fail the test
at the end of the week.”
    “Yes, teacher,” the
student next to the blonde kid, Cyen, starts rapidly copying his notes into a
spare notebook.
    “Now that lunch is over, I
will begin teaching you mathematics. Math is very different from the old world.
We once had endless formulas for calculating the world’s mysteries. However
they don’t relate to the new world and so are not taught. If anyone is
interested in advanced theory, you can do self-study in the library on your own
time.”
    Julius River begins his
lesson on general mathematics as unenthusiastically as he did with General
Education and History. The afternoon consists of working out calculations of
addition, subtraction, division and multiplication. Problems such as mana cost
for forming an alchemy symbol compared to how much mana one has available and
so forth are the common problems presented in the lesson.
    The students
absent-mindedly listen to the teacher with little interest in the subject. They
want to use alchemy and martial skills, not learn about the cost of them.
    Mr. River then discusses
the currency system of the world. A standard bronze coin is the smallest unit
of money. A hundred bronze coins are equivalent to a single silver coin, and a
hundred silver coins are in turn worth just one gold coin.
    There are also gold teals,
small plates a quarter the size of an adult’s palm, that are worth a hundred
gold coins each, but these are only carried by the wealthy.
    Regal writes down all this
information as the teacher discusses it. Silently, he thinks to himself that it
will be best to spend at least an hour that night going over it to help
memorize the information.
    The rest of the day passes
quickly before the final bell at 3:00pm signifies the closing of