The Princess Sitting Next to Me is a Sweet Girlfriend Only in Front of Me
As mentioned earlier, Archaeological Thaumatology is an unpopular field of study.
There are roughly two reasons for this. One is that the content taught in Archaeological Thaumatology is simply too ancient.
The history of ordinary magic can be learned in Magic History classes.
That subject is quite popular.
The other reason is that the classes are held only once a month, and irregularly at that.
The schedule is arranged based on the availability of the professor, squeezing into whatever free time they have.
Nobles have limited time, so the only ones who can attend such lectures are scholarship students and idle students like me.
For some reason, Fia manages to attend every time, but I wonder how her schedule works.
“It seems everyone is here. Let’s begin the class.”
And, as usual, the professor arrives a little late today.
I can’t help but wonder just how busy he is, but for some reason, the professor of Archaeological Thaumatology is rarely seen around the academy.
Professor Oldie Stra.
He is an elderly male professor with streaks of white hair.
To me, he is, in a way, a mentor-like figure.
I, Heim, am a scholarship student.
But to be honest, I never really intended to enroll in this academy.
While the academy is the best environment for studying magic, the accompanying aristocratic hierarchy was a nuisance to me.
So, I always told my family that I would only enroll if I could get a scholarship and have my tuition waived.
It was Professor Stra who invited me to the academy as a scholarship student.
During the interview, which I attended with little enthusiasm, Professor Stra eagerly asked about me.
Thanks to his recommendation, I was accepted as a scholarship student and began attending the academy… or so I’ve heard.
Honestly, I don’t know the details.
I only heard about it indirectly from the instructor in charge of my class.
That said, one of the reasons I continue to attend the academy now is because of Professor Stra.
He goes out of his way to help me, and as a scholarship student without the backing of any noble family, he is my anchor in this academy.
But above all—
Suddenly, my eyes meet Fia’s.
Fia smiles, as lovely as ever.
Honestly, I almost find myself staring at her, but I force myself to look away under the pretense of focusing on the lecture.
Of course, this earns me another sharp glance from Fia.
The reason Fia and I started talking so much in the first place is because of this Archaeological Thaumatology class.
Since it’s always just the two of us during the lectures, we naturally began to converse.
Since then, even when Gourie isn’t around, Fia has actively started talking to me in class, acting as a sort of buffer against the cold treatment I often receive.
So, I have nothing but gratitude for Professor Stra—
“Hmm, I sense some romantic vibes here. How heartwarming.”
“Wait, Professor!? What are you talking about!?”
Though, I must admit, it’s a bit embarrassing when he occasionally teases me and Fia like this.
