The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 24

The next day, Fars and I headed into town.

Of course, we had our official permits with us. While we had heard that the city was relatively safe, it wasn’t the kind of place where a noble lady could walk alone without precaution.

Naturally, we carried our swords with us just in case.

Incidentally, students in the Knight Department are allowed to carry swords when outside the academy. However, carrying swords inside the academy is prohibited. That said, some Knight Department students seem to feel incomplete without a weapon, so you occasionally see them carrying imitation swords or wooden practice blades.

“Hello, we’re here to pick up the armor,” I said as we entered the shop.

The old man from before came out from the back.

“Ah, I’ve been expecting you. Boy, come here first and try it on,” he said, gesturing to Fars.

Fars removed his coat and slipped on the chainmail over his shirt. It was lighter and more compact than I’d imagined, with a fine, flexible weave that didn’t restrict movement.

“Wow, old man, this is amazing. It’s so light and easy to move in!” Fars exclaimed as he tested it out.

“Of course it is. I don’t sell junk,” the old man said proudly. “Now, young lady, try yours.”

He handed me my armor. The chest piece was made from magical beast leather—thin and supple yet incredibly durable, resisting even the strongest tugs. It didn’t seem particularly effective for absorbing blunt impacts but appeared excellent for defense against slashing or stabbing attacks.

The shoulder guards, gauntlets, and greaves were beautifully adorned, with fine details and fragments of magical stones embedded like jewels.

“The chest piece has a magic circle burned into the interior,” the old man explained. “It conceals any magic you might use, making your magical power almost undetectable.

The magical stones in the shoulder guards, gauntlets, and greaves store energy to mitigate impacts and can also make it appear that the magical power is coming from the stones themselves. Even if some of your magic leaks out, no one will suspect a thing.”

When I put on the armor, I was astonished. It fit perfectly, felt incredibly comfortable, and was surprisingly light. The intricate design and delicate decorations were exactly to my taste.

“Thank you, sir! I loved it at first sight, but now that I’ve tried it on, I love it even more,” I said, beaming.

“Glad to hear it. Wear it proudly, and make good use of it—especially at the tournament,” the old man said.

“Tournament?” Fars and I asked in unison.

“What, you don’t know? It’s the academy’s grand Knight Department competition, a celebrated event across the capital.

The audience comes from all over the city, and the winners often go on to become Royal Knight commanders or vice-commanders.

Reco’s an exception, but most winners follow that path.
If you’re aiming to become a Royal Knight, participating is a must. Scouts attend in droves, and being noticed there practically guarantees you’ll never lack for opportunities.”

Reco! I knew he was strong, but I didn’t know he’d been a champion. The thought of past winners being current knight commanders is impressive.

“Fars, you have to participate,” I said.

“What about you, Marloa? Aren’t you going to join?” he asked.
“I plan to become an adventurer, so I’m not interested in a career in the knight order,” I replied.

“Fair enough,” he said with a shrug.

“Well, I’ll be rooting for you both to shine,” the old man said.
“Thank you!” we said in unison before leaving the shop, giddy in our new armor.

The days leading up to the entrance ceremony were filled with a routine of training and studying. Fars and I spent our study time at the academy library or on the terrace of the dining hall.

Meanwhile, students continued moving into the dorms, and the commoner dining hall quickly became a battleground for seats as it filled with students.

We hadn’t visited the capital’s guild yet, as we were still settling into dorm life, but I planned to go once our schedule allowed.

The day of the entrance ceremony arrived.

I woke up early, dressed neatly in my uniform, and tied my hair into a single braid. Everything was perfect. Fars had also slicked back his hair for the occasion, looking much more polished than usual.

“Even a stablehand looks good in the right outfit! You look great, Fars,” I teased.

Fars smirked, clearly pleased with the compliment.

“And you look stunning, Lady Marloa,” he replied.

Laughing, we made our way to the notice board in front of the hall to check the class assignments.

“Looks like we’re in S-Class. Let’s go,” I said.

“Right behind you,” Fars replied.

Although the academy claimed to treat nobles and commoners equally, the difference in education from childhood meant there was a significant disparity in abilities. As a result, most nobles were assigned to S-Class or A-Class, with only a few commoners scattered among them.

Despite being a commoner, Fars had made it into S-Class thanks to our joint studies.

Classrooms were divided by academic ability, with shared lessons held in the same classrooms. For specialized subjects—like the Knight Department, Lady Department, Civil Service, or Alchemy and Magic (including Alchemy)—students moved to separate classes.

Entering the hall, we found seats assigned to S-Class students. I wanted to look around but restrained myself—it would be childish. Fars, however, had no such reservations and looked everywhere.

The ceremony began with speeches from the headmaster and the student council president. Then came the address from the new student representative.

This year, a member of the royal family was joining us. Prince Sherman, the third prince, stepped up to deliver the speech.

As soon as he finished, the hall erupted in cheers, particularly from the young ladies.

He certainly had a striking appearance—a charming, fresh-faced young man who seemed like the type to win over noble ladies. However, to me, he seemed a bit frail-looking, so I wasn’t particularly interested.

After the ceremony, we followed our teacher to our classroom. For security reasons, S-Class and A-Class had a separate building from B through F Classes, emphasizing the inequality despite claims of fairness.

The S-Class classroom had about 25 seats, assigned alphabetically. Among the top 10 students benefiting from the academy’s support, Fars and I were included. However, the other eight were nobles who declined the benefits.

“Alright, everyone, take your seats. I’m Galro Farce, your homeroom teacher for this year. Let’s get along!”

Galro-sensei had a sporty, energetic vibe and a cheerful smile that seemed perfect for bringing the class together.

The class consisted of 13 girls and 12 boys, including Prince Sherman.

While S-Class typically had more boys, the prince’s presence had drawn many young noble ladies, increasing the number of female students.

Among my classmates, I found myself most interested in Eleanor, a duchess’s daughter in the Lady Department, and Hannon, her attendant, a viscount’s daughter. Both were so graceful and elegant that even I couldn’t help but admire them.

Other notable students included Fanor and Nikolai from the Civil Service Department, and Myul from the Magic Department—all members of Prince Sherman’s entourage.

With such a dazzling prince and his handsome entourage, it seemed the noble ladies of S-Class would enjoy their time immensely.

Even Fars, with his striking appearance, could hold his own among them.

Seeing the young ladies chatting with Fars gave me a strange, faint pang in my chest.

Oh, and why do we address each other by name? It was our homeroom teacher’s suggestion to foster camaraderie in the small S-Class.

Afterward, we received our textbooks and were dismissed for the day.

“Lady Marloa, shall we head back?” Fars asked.

“Yes. See you tomorrow, everyone!” I said, leaving the classroom.

Finally, the first day was over!