Chapter 18. Time To Pluck
Reo listened to the lecture, his face calm but bored, as the professor droned on about the kingdom's founding. Her voice faded into the background, steady but unremarkable.
So this is what normal classes are like? he thought, leaning back slightly in his chair.
[You never attended normal classes back on Earth?]
A faint smirk tugged at Reo's lips. Memories of his high school days flickered back, rough and raw. Normal classes? he repeated inwardly.
Nope. Just beating people up. Again and again. That was my "education."
He'd been a teenage enforcer, spending his time collecting debts and making sure his gang stayed in control.
School?
That was just a tool—a place to intimidate and get things done. Sitting through an actual lesson had never been on the agenda.
[You have quite the backstory.]
Reo's gaze dropped to the textbook on his desk. The Chapter was about the kingdom's early wars, written in a formal, flowery style. It should've been dense, but it wasn't. Thanks to Leonhardt's memories, the words clicked.
His predecessor hadn't been a genius, but he'd had decent learning skills—enough to follow the material. Reo flipped a page, reading without much effort. This isn't bad. I can work with this.