CHAPTER 1 STORY 14
An Academic Anecdote
No one would object to me saying that the school canteen is a war zone.
The only thing found there was wave after wave of bloody conflict. No peaceful exchanges, no friendly conversations admitted. The students headed for the canteen simply held their tongues and marched forward toward their common goal.
That’s right, because there at the canteen was: “Bread…limited to ten pieces per day!”
I’d heard a rumor that among the hundreds of pieces of bread the canteen normally had in stock, there was one type they only stocked ten pieces of.
Most students, the second we plunged into the lunchtime break, dashed out into the hallways, the magic-using students even employing their brooms, and charged toward the canteen. Either that or they blasted one another with spells and knocked one another out.
They were probably all after those ten limited pieces of bread.
Of course, I was no exception.
“Ay!” I was riding on my broom, swinging my wand as I went. “Hyah!” As I waved my wand side to side, I knocked down the students who were running toward the canteen one after another.
Those ten limited pieces of bread per day were all for me.
“Now, now, clear the way, please. The bread in the canteen is for me.”
I overpowered the students on their brooms one after another.
I soaked the feet of the students who were trying to run away from me in water and froze them. It was easy to leave them all behind.
Then I finally arrived at the canteen.
Luckily, I was the first one there.
The students who showed up after me clicked their tongues and said bitter things like “Tch…she beat us to it, huh…?”
“Well, I’ll take some of that limited bread, please.” I put my money on the counter and looked expectantly at the woman working the canteen. “The bread that’s limited to only ten pieces per day,” I continued. “…Don’t try to tell me you haven’t got any?”
Staring me in the face, the woman blinked. “…Ah, the bread that’s limited to ten pieces. Here you go.”
Without any particular hesitation, she held out a piece of bread.
“Heh-heh-heh…” Wearing a smile that I couldn’t fully suppress, I stepped out of line.
The students who had lined up behind me then, one after another, put in their orders.
“Croissant.”
“One croissant.”
“Croissant, please!”
What’s this? All the students are buying just ordinary…croissants…?
…How strange.
“You’re not buying any of the bread that’s limited to just ten pieces per day?”
I caught one of the students who had been lined up behind me and tilted my head to the side inquisitively.
Then she said, “Huh? Bread that they only sell ten of each day? Everyone was just hurrying because they wanted lunch, not something like that. The bread here is cheap. Actually, that particular bread is hard to get, but it’s not all that tasty.”
Really…? How strange.
“Well then, why are they limited to selling ten pieces?”
The student answered me with composure.
“I think it’s just because it’s super gross and doesn’t sell at all, so they only stock ten pieces, maybe?”
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[Author Comments]
Being rare isn’t proof that something is exceptional, is it? This is a concept I dealt with again in Volume 12.
I really like the version of Elaina in her school uniform from this era of stories. I’d like to write more stories in the Royal Magic Academy setting.
With the story of Alte and Linaria in Volume 10, I did write a time-traveling lesbians tale, but I want to write a time travel story that is less in the vein of Interstellar (where the future doesn’t change even if they time travel), and more like Back to the Future (where they change the future through time travel). Though then I would have to treat it less like time travel and more like a parallel storyline.
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