Tanaka family, reincarnated.

A week after the school began, the class begins today with an overview of hundreds of classes and instructions on how to book to take them, and the tests.

At the beginning, Georg and William plan to spend the year on the same timetable because my mother advised me to take the same class as possible with the three brothers.

There is no age limit for admission, but boys are 15-6 years old and girls often start attending between the ages of 13 and 15.

William was set to enroll at the same time to help Georg, who didn't like to study. It's Georg's plan to succeed the Stewart family, so he needs a school graduation credential at all costs.

Emma has chosen much of the same class, but it is rare for girls to choose a mandatory subject for boys, so it is expected that she will be like a girl in an industrial high school.

Only the hunter's practical skills could be chosen because his father Leonardo disagreed that it would be difficult if he were injured......

Accidentally, I had forgotten that I had escaped the dance using scars as an excuse, and I realized later that I could not choose a class that would move my body, and if my father hadn't disagreed, the lie would have been found out.

While Georg and William were taking the hunter's practical skills, my mother, who was applauded for her worries, told me to make it a class with a lot of girls, had nothing but embroidery to choose from.

As Joshua has taught us before, classes with many women are courtesies, embroidery, and dances that have become popular in Russia.

"Sister, we're this way."

"Emma, don't make a problem, okay?

Georg and William stop on the road inside the school lined with the same building as the Shrug and pay familiar attention to Emma every time.

"Brother, I don't have a problem every time, do I? We have a problem of our own."

Emma answers with an unconvincing face to the attention said unchanged, both before and after the memory of the previous life returns.

The only first class in the school was embroidery unlike my brothers.

"Emma, I'll see you in the next demonology."

Joshua, who was arraying next to Emma, also regrettably bids farewell.

It seems customary for boys to start with a mandatory subject, followed by a lunch break in economics.

Separate men and women from where Emma is, like the students are funny.

I think it might be a consideration not to get lost and late to have mandatory subjects on the first day...... blurry.

Classes on their own are a bit meticulous, but I haven't felt comfortable going to college since scholarship in my last life, so I haven't looked forward to school in over a decade.

Each of the classes with a large number of students has an independent school building, of which Emma's embroidery is one.

Embroidery classes that you can take in the first year are intermediate and advanced if you have passed the initial test only in the second year and beyond.

Anyway, in the first year, my mother Melsa taught me that it was important to identify my level and to use it as an ingredient to decide on classes after the second year after grasping my strength.

Without getting lost, find embroidered school buildings and peek into elementary classrooms.

Most of the seats were filled just for the first class after school, whether everyone was gathered early in the classroom. Instead of individual study desks, there was an arrangement where six people shared a large work desk, and a group of women could be created for each desk as soon as possible.

It took some courage to enter the classroom alone, but I enter the room thinking that I deserved it because I turned down the invitation to the pre-school tea party from one end.

Until then, the lady who had flowered to chat turned her gaze towards Emma at once.

"See? This is Emma from the Stewart family."

"Well! There's a big scratch on your face! Though I didn't realize it was a veil at the party... the rumor that the demons attacked me was true."

"How pathetic is that?

The ladies start exchanging information about Emma with a whispering, but deafening voice.

I can't help but get noticed for it at the Royal Castle party.

One of the most prominent groups, a lady with the most prominent appearance approaches Emma and speaks up.

"I will see you with Emma of the Stewart family. My name is Lila Lance, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Lance family. If you don't mind, why don't you take a class with me?

In that world, the stunning water-haired Lady Lyla Lance, who I've only seen in comics and cartoons, laughs.

There were only stylish and glittering dazzling women in the seats indicated by the young lady a little older than Emma.

"Ah yes, my name is Emma Stewart. Dear Lyla, this is my invitation..."

As far as possible, I want to distance myself from such a scary group. That's what the intuition I get from school life in my previous life tells me.

No matter how you look at it, it's a one-armed group of women that doesn't fit Emma.

If you look around the classroom all the way, you'll notice a pocan and an empty conspicuous work desk.

There is only one lady sitting at the desk at the window at the end of the classroom, and she also looks deliberately avoided in the classroom seat, which is almost buried.

"... I'll take that seat over there"

Meet Lyla lightly and then aim for an empty seat at the window.

Lyla replied, giggling again, well, that's unfortunate, but the edge of her mouth was pulled compared to the smile at the beginning.

"Um... May I be next door? Dear Francesca,"

Miss Francesca, who had always leaned down to stare at her desk, looks up at Emma's words.

"Dear Emma!?... Why...?

My voice is shaking a little.

"I, I have just come to Wang Du, so I still only have a girl friend, Lady Francesca. If it's not inconvenient, would you mind joining us?

That said, Emma sits next to me without waiting for Francesca to say anything. If they refuse, we have to go to that group of soldiers.

Emma claimed that she also had reason to refuse Lyla's invitation by telling her to hear herself around, saying that she had chosen a seat where her only friend was.

The hissing is a little smaller and the content of the hostile stripping out of pity is mixed.

"Because of that, I can't believe Lady Lyla invited me to say no."

"Besides, it's that Francesca seat."

"What good boy are you?

In a small voice, a highly ill mouth is directed at Emma and Francesca that the contents can be heard firmly, even though they don't know who is saying it.

Again, I can't wait for Francesca to lean over, but Emma talks without worrying about her surroundings.

"As a rule, we bring the tools and ingredients we use in embroidery classes, but it's hard with more luggage, isn't it?

"Really...? You still have less embroidery. Until last year, I chose a lot of dance classes, so I needed to get dressed even more because I wear dance dresses, shoes and sweat... So, Emma, what's in that bag?

You can't ignore Emma for being so kind, and Francesca replied that she was an aside, but realizes Emma's bag was more than twice as big as the rest of the warrants.

Today's class is supposed to embroider the decorative part of the Cufflinks, with about a needle, thread, embroidered frame, and a pedestal of the Cufflinks.

"Huh? It's just what it said in my class of the day..."

Lovely, neck wrapped Emma, but doesn't look as empty in a big bag.

"Um... sorry I was talking to you. Is this seat available?

When I heard my voice and turned around, two identical faces lined up.

"I'm Catherine Simmons. This child is my twin sister Caitlin. It's the only place where we can have the same desk..."

Silver hair and silver gray eyes, skin is beautiful wheat.

The type of game the harbor played, making the main character avatar, was consistently silver hair, wheat skin, so I glance at the real thing in front of me. The point is the colour I admire.

"I'm free. Dear Catherine, Dear Katelyn, My name is Emma Stewart. This is your friend Francesca Delacourt."

That's what I say, I recommend the next seat.

"Thank you. We were definitely good together, so that helped.... Emma! You have a big scratch on your face! What happened to you?

"Catherine!!! You're rude to ask!! Emma, I'm sorry, because my sister really has no idea. So, what happened to that wound?

The twins stare at Emma with such eyes as intrigue. I also prefer the color flavor, but I am an objectively cute looking twin. I don't dislike it, although there are a few casual things. Courtesy is such a chavon ball.

"Hehe, you both look just like each other. This wound... that's right, he's so young."

The twins align themselves and put their hands on their chests.

"" Lady Emma! You're murderously cute when you laugh! I'm cumming. ""

Beautifully hammered by just the twins.

"Oh, Caitlin, I cummed first, didn't I?

"No, Catherine, I cummed first!

Emma and Francesca's desk suddenly got busy with the appearance of the twins.

Francesca seems surprised and voiceless by the way they don't hesitate, but reassured that she doesn't seem offended.

It's time for class to start. All the young ladies who are students are in a position to sit in their seats and wait for their instructors.

The door opens at the same time that the chime rang.

"We're in time. - Whoa!

A yellow scream echoes in the classroom the moment I see the person who came in with momentum.

"Dear Marrion!!

"What a beautiful day."

"You said you made it, but are you taking this class?

For now, Emma asks Francesca as she puts her hand on her ear and escapes the hustle and bustle.

"Master Francesca? Do you know that one?

Listen or no, Francesca listens back with a surprised look.

"Does Emma not know Marion Bell?

Apparently quite a celebrity.

"" Are you famous?

They don't even know the twins Catherine and Caitlin.

"Dear Marion Bell is the son of the current Knights Commander..."

"" Are you a woman!?

overlapping questions as the twins hammered again.

Short-cut brown hair on horseback riding clothes that you can see because they are tall. Calming atmosphere in clear blue eyes... hot women in men's clothes and women's clothes to the point of becoming.

Lila, who spoke to Emma earlier, is taking Marion's hand and talking to her as soon as possible.

"Master Marion? What a rare choice for an embroidery class, huh? If you don't mind, why don't you come to the same seat as me?

It's not like when Emma was invited. With a slightly higher voice, Lyla is inviting me to sweeten her.

"Miss Lyla, it's been a long time. How have you been? From what I've seen, isn't your desk buried?

"It's okay, I'm gonna need one of you out."

Lila answers Marion's words in a wind that is nothing. I can see in the distance that the nervousness ran to the lady in the group where Lyla was.

"No, no, I'm the one who came late, so that shouldn't be, should it?... Oh, I'm going that way because that seat over there is empty. Thanks for inviting me."

Lila takes her hand and gently mouths it to her, before Marion moves to her empty seat. The series of motions is the kizza itself, but the graceful motions are as cool as they are. I can't stop screaming about women.

"Here, okay?

An empty seat… i.e., it is Emma's desk.

"Go ahead."

Ignoring the envious glances of the ladies around, Emma recommends a seat.

Faces on the same desk in embroidery classes spending the year became Francesca the alcoholic, Emma the insect-lover insane, Katherine & Caitlin the silver-haired carefree twin, and Marion the menswear.

Something... isn't this seat character thick? Emma was strangling herself as she introduced herself to Marion, the new addition.