Free Web NovelChapter 17: Bunch Of Cliches
As they had expected, the first day of their club opening didn’t bring them any clients at all.
Since Cillian had someone like Freya watching his back, he had to attend classes, unlike Vin and Phillip, who waited for someone to come to their club.
They didn’t attend their classes because, for now, they aren’t getting any points or merit simply by listening.
As for books and any related literature for their topics, the books provided by the library were open for them to search for their lessons.
They could also ask their friends to borrow their notes, which sadly is not going to happen due to them also being loners.
"No luck?"
Cillian entered the club room and closed the door.
Freya had already used two of her monitoring sessions with Cillian. There’s one hour in the morning and another hour at noon. They will meet again later, and Freya has to watch him for two hours.
This time, he had a one-on-one conversation with the group.
Or is it two-on-one?
"Obviously, but this is within our expectations."
Vin replied very nonchalantly as if something like this was normal.
On the side, Phillip couldn’t help but share the same sentiment. The only one who wasn’t on the same side as the two is Cillian.
He wanted results so bad.
If he couldn’t pay back the debts he had to Phillip and Vin, it would surely pile up.
They might be friends, but they are also coworkers now. It might be a reason for them to fight in the future if something were to befall them. Besides, the debt that he had borrowed also included his future expenses for the rest of the week.
Once next week comes, he will go out penniless in his room without anything to eat throughout the day.
There was free food, but all of them are trash.
Cillian shivered at the mere thought.
’I must do something,’
Cillian took a seat, looked at his two members, and suggested.
"Do you think we should endorse ourselves to others? Send out flyers or something. Or give our friends the information regarding our club—"
Once the word friends was mentioned, Phillip and Vin’s expressions grew dark.
The former had an embarrassed face while the other was twisted as if that word would make him go mad.
’Right, we’re loners. A very befitting characteristic for extras.’
Cillian shook his head in amusement as he stated.
"Look, you don’t know it now, but friends are valuable helpers. You don’t need to trust them, what you trust is their capability. And you know one of the things that friends have? It’s connections."
He took a moment to breathe.
"I know it didn’t suit right for someone like me to inform you this, but to have people willing at this place, we must have friends. Doing so will form connections, and connections will make the club better. To do that, everyone needs to talk."
Phillip and Vin, who listened intently, soon nodded once Cillian was finished. They understood the logic behind his statement, and Cillian didn’t need to give a pep talk because they were already aware of it.
They all just needed a thing to push them, and because of it, they were slowly becoming more aware.
"All right."
"Okay."
The indifferent person and the fatty answered Cillian, giving him a heads-up to willingly start making friends.
As for whatever methods they used, Cillian didn’t care because he wasn’t their nanny to watch over them and give advice every time.
Cillian glanced at the clock above the doorways, the only furniture available inside their bland club. It was time for the next class, which meant that the time was up.
"Oh, right. Before I move on, I want to give you two each."
Cillian stood up from his place and grabbed something out of his pocket, handing it over to them.
"These are spare keys to the club. You know its uses. Just be careful about getting it lost."
With his business done inside the club for now, Cillian left the room and went to attend his class.
...
’Hmm, design is needed for the club, right? It must look presentable enough. On the other hand, it doesn’t need much change, where we have to renovate every single thing. Yeah, something neat and decent. Not too eye-catching but delicate.’
[Class 1-A]
Having decided that he would have to put something from his club very soon that was more likely to be scheduled once he started getting money, Cillian looked at the board right atop the room’s door with a frown and entered.
There was a peculiarity of the classes in the Sorcery Academy.
They had to attend their chosen courses in the academy while also going to the class that they belonged to.
He had the schedule memorized in his head and realized that the day after tomorrow, there would always be classes for each class they belonged to, like this one, [Class 1-A].
Yes, it was a very hassle and was even raised as a problem by most students who attended the academy.
Whether this class school or another family’s academy, it was still one of the same problems that were consistent and existed.
Why not abolish it?
But the Academy has an answer to it, and that is to promote ’camaraderie.’
When Cillian came to that knowledge, he nearly raised the same problem, but he had to stop it.
Not only has it already existed since the start, but it would just be a waste of time.
Just like him, almost everyone had given up.
’Thank god, I’m early.’
They were glances directed at him once he entered, but they immediately dispersed.
In contrast to him, the others already had circles they talked to inside. He did too, once. But it already ended, and now he had become a complete loner.
There were only a few who had entered, and many more yet to come. Cillian leisurely sat down at the edge of the room where the sunlight was passing through the window.
He relaxed and waited for the time to pass.
Students entered the room one by one, slowly filling up the forty-nine seats inside the room. Fred was even there, far away from him. Now, there were a bit of eight people left, and everyone was anticipating them to enter.
’The main cast of the novel.’
Soon, the eight people Cillian was expecting entered the class.
On the far right side of the group was a compact, clear-cut man with precise features wearing a cheeky expression. He had very soft black hair and thoughtful dark brown eyes. His name was Kash Brown, a member of a noble family in the Land of Viola.
’Arrogant.’
Beside Kash was a woman with a supple body and magenta-like eyes that could captivate the hearts of many males. Her chocolate chestnut hair cascaded down her thin, open shoulders as she wasn’t wearing the proper uniform designed for the academy. Her name was Ivy Longsword.
’Troublemaker.’
On the outermost left corner of the group were twin males giggling at each other as they kept starting the conversation within the group. They were the jolliest bunch out of their team, carrying rapiers on their sides. The features they were both known for were their asymmetrical ears.
They were Rofter Twins: Gary and Dary. The former had a pointed ear on the left side, while the latter had a pointed ear on his right.
’Rowdy,’
Beside Kash was another male with a tall stature. His expression was stern, his lips were flat. He had blonde hair and green gem-like eyes that were all too familiar to Cillian, and clearly, he knew where that same picture came from. He was Freya’s younger brother, Clove Gray.
’Inferior Freya,’
At Clove’s side was a beautiful female who was also too familiar to Cillian.
She was wearing glasses that covered her mysterious, glassy eyes while beside the main character. Like Ivy, she was wearing an improper uniform, but nothing indecent and showy. It covered the entirety of her body like a cocoon, leaving only her head and hands exposed. He was someone whom the previous Cillian bullied.
’Melissa Forn.’
As if she noticed someone staring at her, her gaze diverted to the far corner of the room and shivered. The other woman, besides the main character, also looked in his direction with a frown.
She emitted an ice-cold aura.
Her silver hair dropped down at her waist as her hands were brought out from her pockets, ready to battle through anyone who came her way. Her piercings around her ear make her look so intoxicated. Her name was Willow Montolov, another noble.
’Too Proud,’
And in the middle of those groups was the main character, Aster Densworth.
All of them in one group were already a powerhouse on their own, with their leader, Aster, being in the middle. It brought subtle pressure on other people in the room, but only Cillian was calm while receiving Melissa, Aster, and Willow’s gaze.
Seeing them all in one place makes Cillain oddly reassured but mostly entertained.
’What are you looking at, you people? You’re just a bunch of clichés.’
Feeling amused at their stare, Cillian lightly shakes his head while curling the tip of his lips upwards.
Then, he raised his hand and gave them a slight wave.
"..."
He gave them the wave of an extra. freewebnøvel.com
Extra waving at cliches.
