Sincerely, Vanessa [EN]: Chapter 6

To Teacher, From Vanessa 6

The literature class was filled with a very emotional atmosphere.

It was always warm and cozy, with teacups emitting white steam placed on the long desks, their bittersweet aroma lingering around.

Professor Elliot, with his very long nose, entered the classroom and immediately put on a prim expression as he stood on the platform.

He piled up the graded assignments in front of him and began returning them one by one.

Vanessa went to receive her assignment, but Professor Elliot’s expression suddenly became even more prim. Vanessa sensed an ominous feeling.

“Vanessa Rose.”

“Yes?”

Vanessa looked flustered, but Professor Elliot flipped through her assignment with his long, elegant fingers.

“Your assignment requires us to have a conversation together.”

Vanessa returned to her seat empty-handed, desperately trying to recall the contents of her assignment, but nothing came to mind.

Only the fact that she had written it during a very tiring time remained in her memory. *What did I write?*

“Vanessa Rose is the most… out of all the students I’ve ever met.”

Professor Elliot raised the tip of his nose high.

“Has a cold and resolute heart.”

The students chuckled, and someone gave Vanessa a glance of support. Everyone seemed to have an idea of what was coming.

Clearly, some must have had the same thoughts as Vanessa. They just wouldn’t have written it that way.

Professor Elliot said in a dramatic voice.

“The student’s heart being this cold is no different from the four tragedies of Malorun! How can you make such an evaluation while looking at this beautiful story!”

Lina, who was sitting next to her, gritted her teeth and tried to hold back her laughter.

Vanessa noticed and poked Lina in the waist, and a sound like air escaping from a balloon leaked from Lina’s mouth. Lina quickly covered her mouth.

“The first son’s head is a flower garden? This is the most ice-pick-like evaluation I’ve ever seen!”

“Puh, ack.”

As Professor Elliot cried out tragically, Lina eventually slammed her head on the desk. Only then did Vanessa think that she should have expressed it in a more roundabout way, but it was already too late.

Thanks to this, Vanessa was questioned by Professor Elliot throughout the class – what about this person, does this person also have a flower garden in their head? Love, you know, is not something that can be expressed so easily! – but after class, she received butter-flavored snacks from other students who agreed with her opinion.

Of course, it wasn’t comforting at all.

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To Teacher,

I told you that Professor Elliot is too much, right? He really is.

The professor said I have a very cold heart because I said the first son in ** has a flower garden in his head!

I really think the first son is stupid. He fell in love and ruined his family, betrayed his parents, and even failed to do his job properly!

I would have immediately kicked the first son in the knee when he gave up his parents and came back.

I’m also puzzled by Anna for accepting him. How can Anna like such a man?

I wrote this without exaggeration, only slightly softening it. But he says I’m cold! I can’t believe it.

Of course, I agree. The first son, Dylan Dyke’s, words are like the most precious polished jewels, and the love he speaks of seems to save everything.

But is that the truth? We don’t know their backstory. Who knows if they’ve already let go of the hands they finally held?

Oh my gosh, even as I write this, I feel like a very pessimistic person.

I’m sorry, Teacher. I’m hopeless in literature class. It’s just sad that literature class is a required general education course.

Of course, I agree that learning these beautiful phrases will be very helpful in life. Well, maybe I’ll have a day to confess to someone someday….

I’m really weak when it comes to classics related to love. I’d rather read something related to philosophy!

Anyway, while Professor Elliot was tragically reading my assignment, Lina was laughing next to me without even breathing. Isn’t that too much?

Anyway, I learned a lot from this assignment. I have to hide my feelings to some extent.

I’m determined to get a top score on the next literature assignment.

From Vanessa, trapped in the swamp of literature.

p.s. Do you like classic literature, Teacher? If so, I’ll try to like it too….

To Vanessa Rose,

It was hard to hold back laughter while reading your last letter.

It reminded me of my past when I was attending the academy. I had the same thoughts while reading **.

However, I think I submitted the assignment to the professor with very softened and refined expressions. Perhaps Rose’s assignment will be a masterpiece that will be talked about for a long time.

** is a very famous classic about love. I once said that the novel should be used as kindling when I was very young.

There are still parts that I don’t understand, so I haven’t improved.

I can’t give Vanessa Rose advice on this part, so I’m sending a copy of a letter my family wrote to me in the past.

I hope Rose will get help from this letter, just as I learned something.

「You may understand Anna and Dylan Dyke when you experience true love.

The experience of having everything change is a very rare and unusual thing, so I hope you remember this letter and tell me again later.

As you know, I really like reading classics. When I was young, I thought classics were boring, but as I got older, I felt that they were something I had to read.

I can experience a life I haven’t lived, and I can see the world through the eyes of great people, heroes who dominated an era, so how amazing is that!」

I don’t know if it will be helpful.

I haven’t liked reading classic literature since then, but I haven’t let it go, so I hope Vanessa Rose can do the same.

I heard that Professor Elliot is a very fair person. He will give you a grade according to the effort you put in, even if it is different from his interpretation, so don’t worry.

From Teacher.

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Vanessa folded the letter and looked out the window.

It was strange that the teacher, who seemed so distant and great, felt the same emotions while reading books.

In the distant future, if my thoughts on Dylan Dyke change, I must tell the teacher.

Vanessa smiled.

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It was a very ordinary day, not long after receiving the kind reply.

But it was a very special day for Vanessa, such a day.

Vanessa quickly ran up the stairs and climbed to the 4th floor of the Moon Wall in one breath.

With trembling hands, she grabbed the key, threw her bag under the bed, and sat at her desk.

She barely caught her breath and took out clean, high-quality paper.

Hornir [the academy’s owl post system] was empty, but Vanessa knew that the teacher carefully read her letters, so she didn’t mind.

Vanessa picked up her pen and moved her hand as if dancing on the paper.

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To the Teacher whom I am so grateful to,

Teacher! Something proud has happened. The assignment I submitted in the ** class received the highest score!

It’s the first time. As you know, I’ve been wandering a lot until now.

The professor even read the assignment in front of the students. He said it was the most innovative content he had seen recently, and that it excellently analyzed the differences in the magical development patterns of the southern and northern regions from a different perspective.

As you know, destructive magic developed faster in the North than practical magic.

Most people focused on the fact that the North was a border area with conflicts, but I analyzed it from the perspective of mining development in the North.

Mining development requires a lot of power. Right?

I don’t know how much Professor Marina praised me. My face was flushed with pride. My hair was sticking out in all directions, my eyes were dark, and my cheeks were bright red, so how funny would I have looked?

But I couldn’t hide my emotions! I’m so excited that I can’t sleep.

I, who grew up as an orphan, am moved just by entering Bamberg Academy, but to be praised among them.

I wanted to deliver this news to you first. Your protégé is working very hard.

I will work even harder so that I won’t be ashamed. Even if I meet you someday!

My math is still lacking, though.

From Vanessa, still flushed.

ps. Is the letter too short? I’ll send you a long one again soon. My heart is beating so fast that I came back from the library without finishing even half of my assignment!

To Vanessa Rose,

Congratulations. I feel like I’m trembling just reading Vanessa’s letter. It must be because the letter contains Vanessa’s excitement as it is.

I’m careful because I feel like I’m just going to keep writing congratulations. But I’m really happy that Vanessa’s efforts are being fairly evaluated.

I hope you have a good dream and get a good rest today.

From Teacher.

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Being praised in Professor Marina’s assignment was just the beginning. As Chebati had predicted, Vanessa’s steady efforts began to shine at some point.

“Vanessa Rose. Excellent.”

Professor Apher, who had asked the question, smiled. Vanessa, who was always sitting in the middle of the front row, made eye contact and smiled.

“You have a solid understanding of the theory. That’s right, Donovan’s Law does not take precedence over Astrea’s First Law. Many students get confused about this part.”

Professor Apher turned around, gestured lightly, and stomped his feet, and letters began to bloom randomly on the blackboard.

In the meantime, Lina winked at Vanessa. It meant *well done*.

“It seems like the name is the First Law, so it seems the most important. But that’s not the case. In the end, what matters is the scale of the magic. Even magic with a fast realization speed can be buried. Unless it’s attack magic.”

As Professor Apher explained a few more things, the students, including Vanessa, began to write diligently, thinking that professors who write on the blackboard with magic are too much.

When the class was over, Lina left first because she had another class, and Vanessa stayed alone to have a short review time.

While organizing only the important parts with her favorite pink ink, someone approached her.

“Hi. Vanessa Rose, 3rd year. You’ve seen me often, right?”

It was a male student with reddish-brown hair who was always seen in magic class. Judging by the color of his tie, he was definitely a 4th year.

“Ah, hello.”

“I’m Josh. Josh McBerton.”

The two shook hands briefly. Students who seemed to be Josh’s friends glanced at Vanessa from a slight distance as if they were watching her.

“Did you give something to the professors?”

At the sudden question, Vanessa stared at Josh with a blank expression. Josh grinned.

“I’m just curious because they always evaluate you well, even though you don’t seem to be that great. Or did they tell you the questions they were going to ask in advance?”

“I think you should ask the professors that question. Or try sitting in the middle like now.”

Vanessa retorted without backing down. Josh, who looked at her resolute blue eyes, raised the corners of his lips crookedly.

“I guess you don’t know my family well. Well, I understand. I’ll try to sit in the middle hard next time too.”

The group with the chuckling Josh left the classroom noisily. Vanessa frowned and closed her notebook.

One of her 3rd-year classmates, who was sitting nearby, quietly handed Vanessa a candy.

“Thank you….”

“Cheer up. Those are the kind of seniors they are. I guess they’re jealous of you because they failed this class and are taking it again.”

Vanessa sighed for a moment.

*To be a senior. And look at him coming only when Lina is away.*

Vanessa didn’t pay much attention to the brief collision. She thought it wouldn’t last long if she didn’t give it attention.

But even at the famous Bamberg Academy, not everyone was a great person in terms of personality.

This place was also a small society after all, so it was no different from the many things Vanessa had experienced while living in the orphanage.

Jealousy, envy, checks. Well, those things exist everywhere.

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To Vanessa Rose,

It hasn’t been a month yet, but it’s strange that Hornir [the academy’s owl post system] is empty.

I’m worried because I’ve never gone this long without receiving a letter.

Of course, I think it’s because you have a lot of assignments. I’m not forcing you at all, so don’t feel pressured.

I’m sending taffy and jelly together; I hope it’s your favorite flavor.

From Teacher.

To my kind Teacher,

Tears came to my eyes as soon as I saw the taffy. I thought I had already sorted out my feelings, but I guess I hadn’t. I didn’t want to send you a gloomy letter for no reason.

There was a bit of a big incident. The headmaster said that no notice would be sent to the sponsor, but I guess that’s true.

I received a warning. I couldn’t attend any classes for 3 days.

Lina and Chebati were angry on my behalf. Some friends protested on my behalf that the punishment I received was excessive.

But what can I do? It’s partly my fault.

I’ll sort out my feelings and send it again. My mood keeps going up and down, so it’s hard.

Thank you for worrying about me. I mean it. Who else would send me such a kind letter?

From Vanessa Rose.