I Reject Quests

Chapter 240: Local Yvadian Society

"Something missing?" Denny questioned in a confused tone. According to her, she had narrated every single event. It's highly unlikely that she would miss something.

"You should write a book." Mr. Klofar didn't answer the question.

"I I don't think that I'm qualified enough." Denny was flattered.

"Do you know the status of Rewen right now? He is a national hero. A national hero. And currently, you are the only person who knows the most about him. I don't want the accomplishments of my son to not be recognized. The only way to preserve his deeds would be to document it. Documentation not just in the form of cold and hard facts laid out one after another but rather, facts presented with some emotions."

Mr. Klofar stopped speaking and took a good look at the other party.

Denny was quiet for a while, then she opened her mouth. "T-that's precise"

Mr. Klofar chuckled lightly. "I have been thinking about it."

"I don't think I'm capable enough to start a book but" Denny's face showed hesitation before she shook her head. "Anyways, would you be staying here for a while?"

"Oh, I don't know actually. I could tell that your aunt is not a condition to transition into her normal life routine. Sigh, the same goes for me. Maybe we could be spending a vacation. Would that be a problem?"

"No. Of course not." Denny shook her head.

"That's good to hear. By the way, there was something else I picked up on while eavesdropping on your conversation" Mr. Klofar's expression suddenly turned serious. "Who is the girl Svety?"

***

Next morning.

Jnmil Block.

Famin yawned as his half-naked self got out of his bed and pulled apart the curtains. Bright light directly came in contact with his face. The heat was lukewarm and comfortable. Rubbing his glabella, he walked towards the washroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror and started brushing his teeth.

While doing so, he took the time to look at the clock. 

It was sharp seven.

Famin cleaned his face and after taking a shower, he wore the uniform.

"Let's see if there's anything left at the" Famin opened the refrigerator to look for something to eat for breakfast but unfortunately for him, the refrigerator was basically empty other than having a few vegetables scattered around in places.

"I guess not." 

He wasn't much disappointed since not having breakfast was not an uncommon recurrence for him.

Carrying his bag, he got out of his house.

As it's early morning, the streets are mostly empty. Some elderly people were doing everything they could to prolong their life. When he passed by them, they greeted him. 

Soon, he reached outside the block.

"Hey!"

"Hm?" 

Famin turned his head to see a familiar face.

It was a brown-haired ponytailed girl.

"Amya?"

"What's up? Are you always this early? If that's the case, I would have seen you previously." The ponytailed girl that Famin had an incident with last night approached him wearing a uniform.

"You also go to the academy?" Famin looked at her uniform and found it very similar to the uniform students from the [Political Science] department of Eastern Dream Academy wore. 

"Of course! I'm also a first-year like you." Amya nodded, then started walking along with him.

"Ah I, uh, I usually get up late so it's probably because of that that we never saw each other previously." Famin didn't want to look dull so he tried to start a conversation.

Amya gave a small nod. "That's true. I usually wake up early. What a coincidence though, isn't it? We just met yesterday and here we are!" By the end of her statement, she seemed as if she was hinting at something.

"Haha, that might be true." Famin nervously chuckled.

Of course, it was nigh impossible for someone with a low EQ such as him to understand the hidden implications behind her words. Not being able to fully understand her words, he could only try to move on from the topic.

"Hmm" It was unknown what Amya was thinking but she didn't say anything for a while. As the pair neared the academy gate, she came in front of him.

"I have a proposal for you and I hope you accept." 

Stunned by the sudden action, Famin took some seconds to recover. "What kind of proposal? I work in the community service so I'm not up for any clubs"

Amya shook her head and cleared her throat. "I'm not asking you to join any clubs. I'm part of LYS, short for Local Yvadians Society. It is a small-time movement inspired by the injustice we, as Yvadians, suffer from the Rosh-class elites. Its primary objective is for us to get equal representation in the Academy's Student Council. For more details, refer to this booklet. To join LYS, fill up this form."

Famin looked at her firm eyes and found it hard to refuse.

He hesitantly took the booklet and roughly looked through it.

"Look at it later. Now, sign it up." Amya handed over her pen that she took out from her pocket.

Famin took the pen and looked through the form. He looked at the form for a long time without actually doing anything.

"What's wrong? Why are being hesitant?" Amya asked. Her tone suggested annoyance.

"I I'm preoccupied with too many tasks at the current moment. Even though I believe that the movement will bring change in the community, I have simply no time to invest in anything other than academics." 

Famin gave a rare well-thought-out answer.

Amya put her hand on her chin. "As I said, this isn't a club. You don't even need to participate in the proceedings. Just register yourself your name and you are done! Take my word for it!"

"Oh"

Famin looked at the form again. A few seconds later, he raised his head again.

"If I may ask, in good faith does this movement accomplished in the past few years? It seems highly probable for me to be discriminated against even more if my classmates and others who know me become aware of the fact that I'm a member of LYS. Surely, it has to have some sort of credibility, right?"

Amya squinted her eyes. She was particularly offended when someone she arbitrarily decides as an "ally" speaks 'revolting' things like this. 'This dullard is being too smart for his own good.'

Eventually, she cracked a smile. "You can keep the form till the end of today's academy sessions. After that, it will expire. By then, if you want to join the movement, fill the form, and then come to me. You would know about our accomplishments when you join us. Let me ask you one question though what do you see when you look around yourself?"

Famin looked around and found nothing unusual. "Nothing interesting in particular, I guess?"

"Really? Look carefully. Do you not see a pack of hungry wolves looking at you, wanting to devour you the moment you leave the eye of beings. I pity looking at the height of naivety you carry."

Famin was confused by the reply. However, just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he felt footsteps nearing him. Turning his head, he saw a tall woman with prominent facial features. Her long jet-black hair rests beautifully on her shoulder. Her figure was particularly great. With her curvy and tall stature, she didn't lose to any model.

Needless to say, he was drawn to her appearance.

The incoming figure took a look at him, then looked towards Amya.

"Only you would see that. Try to learn to have tolerance and understanding."

Amya snorted. "Maybe that could be done when we reach the outcomes." 

Hearing her, the other woman helplessly shook her head. "Why did you poach a classmate of mine into this?"

'Huh? Classmate?' Famin was surprised to hear that he had a classmate as eye-catching as her. 

Naturally, it was very weird for him to not recognize his own classmate but there's a reason for that. Due to being at the lowest of the "social hierarchy", he will inevitably get bullied by his classmates if he remained in class for long. 

Aside from that, unlike classes with lower grades, Special Classes are private. 

Educators are appointed to students in Special Classes and public lectures are very rare. They don't teach more than four students in a given year.

Due to this, it made sense that Famin never caught sight of her previously.

"He is your classmate?" Amya sized up the man in front of her.

Famin felt that it was very insulting but in order to not make the atmosphere awkward, he joked in self-depreciation. "Haha... I may not look like it but I'm actually a genius."

"Genius in being pathetic, right? Aha!" Amya lightly laughed.

Inwardly, Famin wasn't very pleased with her joke but he covered it up with a stiff smile. "Uh, well then. Talk to you later."

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