Reborn as a cute Rabbit with a vampire system

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: The Tamers Roles

The past two days had been tough for Lina.

Since the combat placement match, her life at Aurelius Academy had completely shifted. Students who once ignored her now whispered whenever she walked through the halls. Some stared at her with curiosity, others looked at her with pity, and a few noble students seemed annoyed whenever they saw the small white rabbit resting in her arms.

Lina hated every second of it.

The Whispering Ravine exam was tomorrow morning, and the closer it got, the worse her anxiety became.

By the time she entered the Tactical Amphitheater that afternoon, her stomach already felt tied in knots.

The enormous marble classroom was nearly full. Class A students sat across the rising rows of stone seats, with their contracted beasts resting beside them. Some creatures radiated visible mana, while others quietly watched the room with the calm confidence of trained predators.

Lina immediately noticed the difference between herself and everyone else—most of the noble students carried proper combat weapons like swords, spears, and enchanted bows.

Even their uniforms looked more refined than hers.

Meanwhile, she stood there holding a fluffy rabbit inside a pink shoulder bag.

Qhuin poked his head out from the top of the bag, his crimson eyes calmly scanning the room.

’Pathetic.’

The entire amphitheater smelled like mana, perfume, polished steel, and oversized egos.

A giant silver wolf slept near the front row beside a tall noble girl. Two seats away, a green-scaled serpent coiled around a student’s shoulders, with sparks of lightning crawling across its fangs.

Qhuin’s ears twitched slightly.

Stronger bloodlines.

That thought alone lifted his mood slightly. Lina quietly moved toward the middle rows before carefully sitting down.

Qhuin hopped onto the stone desk in front of her.

The cold marble felt smooth beneath his paws.

At the center of the stage below, massive suppression runes glowed faintly across the floor. Blue holographic maps floated above the podium, showing shifting layouts of canyon pathways and monster zones.

Then the giant doors opened.

The room immediately fell silent.

Professor Valerius walked into the amphitheater.

His long black coat moved behind him as he stepped toward the center platform. The pressure around him was different from normal tamers—heavy, sharp, like standing near a drawn blade.

Several students instinctively straightened in their seats.

Qhuin’s rabbit ears lowered slightly.

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Valerius stopped beside the podium and looked across the room.

"Tomorrow," he said calmly, "you will enter the Whispering Ravine."

A holographic image expanded above him instantly.

Jagged canyon trenches appeared in glowing blue light, with dense fog rolling across the projections.

"The Ravine is not a controlled training ground; it’s an active wilderness zone. Rank D and Rank E monsters roam the outer trenches. Rank C creatures occasionally appear near the lower abyss."

Several students swallowed nervously. Valerius continued speaking without emotion.

"The academy uses this exam for one purpose—"

His golden eyes slowly moved across the room.

"To determine who is worth keeping alive."

The room became even quieter.

Qhuin almost agreed.

At least the hunter understood how the world works. Valerius raised one hand toward the floating map.

"There are three main combat roles for Beast Tamers."

The holographic projection shifted again.

A heavily armored warrior appeared first.

"Vanguards. Frontline fighters paired with defensive or assault beasts. Their role is direct combat and protection."

The image changed to a robed mage surrounded by elemental attacks.

"Spell-Weavers. Long-range elemental tamers focused on battlefield destruction."

Finally, the projection shifted to scouts moving through forests.

"Supporters. Scouts, healers, trackers, and information specialists."

Valerius folded his arms behind his back.

"A proper team needs a balance of all three."

Lina slowly looked down at her desk, her hands tightening slightly. She had none of those skills—no combat ability, no weapon training, barely any mana, and her beast—

Her eyes moved toward Qhuin.

He was trying to chew the corner of her notebook where a tiny herb leaf had gotten stuck earlier.

The rabbit suddenly paused.

Qhuin spat the leaf out with disgust.

’Why did I just eat that?’

His nose twitched irritably.

’This body was humiliating.’

Lina stared at him before letting out a small laugh. Then her expression slowly sank.

"...I’m going to die."

Qhuin stopped moving, as Lina’s voice trembled softly.

"Everyone else knows how to fight. Their beasts are strong. They’ve trained for this their whole lives..."

Her fingers shook slightly against the desk.

"I don’t belong here."

Qhuin silently watched her. Around them, students continued the lecture, taking notes.

Marcus sat several rows above with his Storm Eagle nearby.

The eagle immediately noticed Qhuin looking toward it, stiffening before awkwardly turning away.

Good.

At least the bird knew how tobehave.

Meanwhile, Marcus narrowed his eyes at Lina, his face showing disgust.

The fact that she still sat in Class A annoyed him more every day.

Qhuin ignored him and looked back at Lina. The girl looked genuinely terrified.

Sadly, he couldn’t just explain the strategy to her.

He was a rabbit—a fluffy prison with ears.

After a moment, Qhuin hopped toward the edge of the desk where some wooden training daggers had been placed earlier for basic combat practice.

Using his nose, he pushed one toward Lina.

The dagger slid across the smooth marble.

Lina blinked.

Qhuin pushed it again.

And again.

Eventually, the wooden blade bumped directly into her hands.

Lina looked confused.

"You want me to hold it?"

"Squeak."

’Yes. Stop crying and learn something useful.’

Lina hesitated then slowly gripped the dagger.

Her posture was terrible, her wrists looked stiff.

Qhuin immediately jumped onto the desk beside her and nudged her elbow with his head.

"No, like this?"

Lina adjusted slightly.

Qhuin squeaked again.

Though better, it was still bad.

For the next several minutes, Lina practiced basic stances awkwardly, trying not to embarrass herself.

Every time her grip slipped, Qhuin smacked the wooden handle with his paw irritably.

A nearby noble student quietly stared at them.

"...Why does that rabbit look like an angry instructor?"

His friend snorted softly.

"I think it’s smarter than half the class."

Qhuin ignored them and continued the lecture while giant maps shifted overhead.

"The fog inside the ravine blocks long-range communication arrays," Valerius explained. "If your team gets separated, survival will depend solely on your judgment."

Lina immediately looked more nervous.

Qhuin noticed her ears twitching slightly.

Her fear was obvious now.

At the end of the lecture, Valerius dismissed the class.

Students quickly gathered their weapons and beasts, leaving the amphitheater in groups.

Lina sat a few extra seconds, uncertainly holding the wooden dagger.

"...Do you really think I can do this?"

Qhuin looked at her.

Then he placed one tiny paw firmly on the dagger handle.

Lina looked down at him quietly.

A small smile slowly formed.

"...Okay."

As she picked him up, her fingers brushed behind his ears absentmindedly.

Qhuin froze, his entire body melting into her hands.

One back leg kicked automatically.

His eyes nearly rolled shut for half a second before he snapped out of it in horror.

’Absolutely disgusting.’

Lina giggled softly.

"You really like ear scratches, huh?"

Qhuin inwardly died from shame. Back in his old world, entire criminal syndicates feared his name.

Now, he was being defeated by finger scratches.

Tragic.

Finally, Lina carried him into the hallway.

Golden evening light poured through the academy windows as students moved through the grand marble corridors.

Far behind, Marcus remained near the amphitheater entrance, looking dark.

A tall older student stepped out from a side corridor.

Marcus immediately looked at him.

"Cousin."

The upperclassman leaned casually against the wall.

Unlike the first-year uniforms, his dark coat had silver markings indicating his senior rank.

His expression hardened slightly upon noticing the rabbit disappearing down the hallway with Lina.

"That thing," he muttered coldly, "is the reason my shadow Hound is dead."

Marcus clenched his jaw.

"That rabbit embarrassed me in front of the entire academy."

The older student stayed silent for a moment.

Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a small metal trigger device.

Marcus recognized it immediately—controlled detonator.

"For the ravine?" Marcus asked quietly.

His cousin nodded.

"The trenches are unstable. One collapsed pathway can separate someone from the instructors."

Marcus looked around carefully and lowered his voice.

"And the fog blocks communication arrays."

"Exactly."

A slow smile appeared on the upperclassman’s face.

"Once Lina gets isolated, we guide her into the lower abyss."

Marcus looked interested.

"The cave?"

"The same one."

The older student’s eyes darkened slightly.

"There’s already something waiting inside."