A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis

Volume 12 Chapter 13: Please, Don’t Call Me That. I’m Not My Father.



Volume 12 Chapter 13: Please, Don’t Call Me That. I’m Not My Father.

Volume 12 Chapter 13: Please, Don’t Call Me That. I’m Not My Father.

Volume 12 Chapter 13: Please, Don’t Call Me That. I’m Not My Father.

The following day, Coen and the other F-class students conversed with one another. It was a light and peaceful day as they talked with one another. Helm was talking with Coen as he suggested, "Don't you think we should go out and study today?" From the experience from the last time, he was hooked by it. He was not the only one with this sentiment.

"Yeah, it was nice studying outside."

“Ahh, should we also bring something out to eat?”

“We should! It’s a good day today.”

"I want the professor to teach us how to use nature magic!"

"Yeah! I want to learn it as well!" What Clara showed made them quite excited.

Hearing their words, Coen nodded, “Sure, I’ll go ask Professor Clara if we could go out and have a lecture.” This was something he found pleasant. Their class was divided for the most part. When you compare it to the other classes, it wasn't much compared to them. But there was a feeling of separation between them.

Yet, there was also a semblance of cooperation. But that feeling of divide was slowly drifting away because of one person. Keith really helped the cohesion. He was open and forward as he talked with everyone, regardless of race or prejudice. As they continued to talk with one another,

“Hah! To think you guys are acting so chipper about everything.”

“This is what you expect when your class is at the bottom of the barrel.”

“They just need to act dumb.”

The students in the class turned their heads to see that it was a bunch of students from D-class.

“What do you guys want?” Coen frowned. This was not the first time they had come over here.

“What do we want?”

“Just wanted to see the losers of F-class as we go to our class.”

The students quickly crowded around him.

“Those guys continued to bother and annoy us. But one word from you was enough to cause them to move away like it’s nothing.”

“...I see. Let’s head to class.” They couldn’t let those guys ruin their mood. The only thing they should focus on would be to do their own thing.

While Keith and the others had set up the table again, In S-class,

“Ugh,” Herrick groaned. Melor tilted his head, “Are you pouting?”

“I’m not pouting! I’m just still sad.”

“Well, get over it.” Alfia scoffed, “Keith told you to don’t do anything rash, so don’t do anything rash.” The boy had specifically told them that they would get to do something.”

“Guys, we need to make a quick decision about this.” Chelan had stood up at the podium. Unlike Keith, who was quite relaxed with this, Chelan took a direct approach.

“We need to come to a decision on what we should do for S-class.” That needed to be said; for Example, F-class and S-class had not decided what to do.

“We’re the best class with the best students. We must uphold this tradition of being the best and take the number 1 spot of all the students.” Yes, they were ranked. Depending on the ranking, they would get a reward.

“How about we open a fighting ring and have people do so?” Herrick suggested.

“No way! Do you think we can fight like that?” Are you kidding me? And that was when an argument had ensued. Chelan sighed as he watched them argue with one another. This was going to get annoying.

“Sheesh, if Keith was here, he would have stopped all of this.”

“...” Chelan’s eyes narrowed when he heard this. But this was something he would be hearing for quite some time. Keith was the previous representative. And because of this, he would always be compared. That was why he needed to surpass him!

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