BlackCrown 8 : The First Year I Pt. 8

Having a t.i.tle was not just for show if you had a t.i.tle you were a very talented individual.

If no one could distinguish you by your looks, they could easily do it by your EXO ability.

For a student to hold a t.i.tle that was something different altogether. Having one meant that you were superior to the others in your year. It did not matter if you had an ultrrare ability that outshined the others. If you were able to reach the top of your year, you had a t.i.tle.

These t.i.tles would be known throughout all the academies. Even some EXO companies would pay attention to these students. That way after their graduation they would understand what they were capable of.

In every year, there are ten students who are given a t.i.tle. They are the top ten students in their year, and no one denied that. In every academy, there were only forty students that held an official t.i.tle.

Nick himself did not realize that the person he spoke with briefly was one of those people. No wonder he could feel the death stares emitting from the student's eyes at that moment.

He talked to one of the top ten students and even shook her hand. Not to mention she was an outstanding beauty.

For him a first-year student to do such a thing while most of the uppercla.s.smen never did, caused many of them to be envious of him.

"Iliana, the queen? I didn't know she was such an amazing person. If I knew I would have surely told you."

"Tell me, which hand did you touch her with? Quickly!"

Nick did not know why she asked him such a question. It was weird. This might just be the weirdest thing she has ever said today.

He stuck out his right hand, and Freya instantly grabbed hold of it. She rubbed her face on his palm as it seemed like she was in utter bliss.

Nick tried to pull his hand back, but her grip was like vice grips.

Freya seemed to enjoy his palm enough as she let go of it. She tilted her head sideways slightly, and by the look in her eyes, Nick could tell she was curious about something.

"Nick, are you going to do… that tonight?"

Nick furrowed his eyebrows as he quickly caught on to what she meant by 'that.'

"Only if you're joining in, then we can do that together."

"Hey! Did you hear me?"

The young male from before placed his hand on Nick's shoulder. To him, it was like Nick and Freya completely ignored him. He was a disciplinary committee member; he was a junior. The number of people that had the right to ignore him were only those who had a higher status than him.

Nick lightly pushed off the young male's hand off of him, and the air around him seemed to drop in temperature.

"Why are you touching me? Why are you here in front of me? You should ask yourself these questions before saying anything else to me. So what I talked to another student, what does that have to do with you?"

He didn't think Nick would react in such a way if he let things stay as they were right now he would lose a lot of respect from his peers.

But he also couldn't deny what Nick had said; he honestly did not have a reason for approaching him besides him being upset at the fact that he spoke to the queen and even shook her hand. It was not like he was engaged to her or anything. So what right did he have to be upset at Nick?

Standing next to him was his disciplinary partner, she tapped him on the shoulder and shook her head. Her long wavy black hair had a natural shine to it.

Her amber colored eyes looked at Nick as she slightly bowed.

"Sorry for his behavior, that is unlike him. Usually, he is more well behaved than that. I'm Ca.s.sandra Day, Vice President of the disciplinary committee. And this young man is Dustin Holmes."

Ca.s.sandra pointed her hand at Dustin who was now silent, but his gaze was still on Nick. He could not let this matter go; he just got embarra.s.sed by someone younger than him. He did not need to look around to feel the gazes of the surrounding students on him. They were snickering, his gut told him so.

If he did not think so highly of himself, he would notice that no one was even paying them any attention. Let alone heard their conversation.

"Nick Wilson, a pleasure to meet you."

"Freya Smith, don't mind Nick's behavior."

"You two are new, what division do you belong to? I'm a.s.suming the offensive division from that sword by your side."

Nick grabbed the black and green hilt of his sword and raised it a little.

"This thing? It's only a decoration; I wouldn't pay too much attention to it."

Ca.s.sandra took a step closer to Nick as she blinked her amber eyes.

"May I?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

Nick handed her his sword, and she was amazed at the quality of just the sheath. The black sheath had three green lines on it, but the material used was unquestionably the best. The way she slowly slid her hands across it seemed as if she was rubbing a baby. She was even careful when she unsheathed the sword a little bit as she gazed at the black blade itself.

"My family runs a lower tier weaponsmith, so I've seen a ton of weapons, but I've never seen anything of this caliber. The amount of detail on the sheath alone is enough to make it worth thousands. As for the blade, I think it is made of some special substance; you can't find a blade this well made on the market. However, I can't put my mind on where I've seen this symbol before…"

Ca.s.sandra told Nick as she appraised the sword and pa.s.sed it back to him.

"I see, it was a gift."

For the actual value of his sword, Nick did not know, all he knew was that it was unique compared to other swords. He doubted if there was another one just like it out in the world.

What he did know was that there were only eleven other weapons just like his out in the world. They were not the same kind, and they all looked different, but from a forging standpoint they were all made by the same weaponsmith.

In the EXO world being a weaponsmith meant a few things, and not everyone could become one. Every weapon had a specific mark to show it was made by a specific person or company and each weapon had its own trait.

Even for a job such as that they also were divided into ranks based on their skill level. At the top, there were five individuals who stood out from the rest and each weapon they crafted as like a work made for the Greek G.o.ds.

People would pay a vast amount of money to obtain one of their works; some would even kill for it.

An alarm like sound rang out as Ca.s.sandra glanced down at her phone.

"It was nice meeting you two; I hope you find what you are looking for regarding the combat clubs. We may meet again, but you never know the campus here is fairly large."

Ca.s.sandra took her leave as Dustin followed behind her.

"Nick, let's follow them. I smell something juicy!"

"I thought we came to look for a club to join?"

"Who cares about that! They will still be recruiting when we come back, but we may never get to see a show like this again."

Nick rolled his eyes when he heard her; it seemed that she only wanted to see a good show between the students. That's probably why she was joining a combat club. To fill her amus.e.m.e.nt of watching people get beat up.