'Not again.'
A gauntlet firmly grasps his collar, held high by collar and to the neck of the nobody in a hood was the sword of a knight in silver armor and red scarf that was pointing multiple daggers at me, a dagger scarf, if you will.
A woman, wearing a long coat and a sweater with what appears to be an oversized Hammer and Shield stowed on their back approaches the two locked in the grab, adjusting her eye glasses smugly with only her index and thumb.
"Allow me to illuminate upon this perpetrator's current status, let us at least grant him the death befitting of someone who could defeat-" She cuts the sentence fast, bullets sweat across their face.
"W-wait… is this NPC for real?" The woman adjusts the eyeglasses again, a glimmer occurs every time she repeats the action.
"What?! Is he actually the killer?" The Silver Knight with the Dagger Scarf presses the sword and the daggers into the Nameless Man.
The woman's jaw just drops and goes "P-put him down you're embarrassing us! He's just some nobody NPC dude!"
The Silver Knight with the dagger scarf drops the nameless robed man, the funeral at a Grand Cathedral in silence from the uproar before resuming the mourning and reverence, as the Silver Knight's gauntlet raises a hand to the coughing man.
"M-my apologies, I am… grief struck… as you can tell… here." The Silver Knight hands over to him a small jewelry box full of platinum coins and gems, before the nameless person graciously accepts it with their head lower than their hands, on their knees.
A smile that could fool all of the otherworldly people here plasters, but to the Nameless man, he knew it all too well, the smile of a bastard who was enjoying the absolute most out of roleplaying to be some honorable knight.
The nameless man turns to leave, and outside of that Grand Cathedral he finds himself back to where he belongs cross into a magical Teleportation Circle conjured by a revealing witch, who just eyed his baggy and poor appearance with a smug grin, the round glasses and wide brimmed hat hid their… otherworldly appearance.
He pays to the witch a fee of 5 gold, and then promptly steps onto the Teleportation Circle and arrives back to the familiar frosty-tiled floor of the Royal Academy
…
Frost-toed steps touch upon checkered tiles, alongside the large corridor was a ginormous magical board that shifted the name plates of various students, from the top of the list remained familiar names of Royalty.
The buzzing of students filled his ears while he peers at student plate rankings.
[Top #1] Alexander Chernobog
"Top again?! Does this man ever know the concept of failure?!"
"It was inevitable dude, he's been top of the Evaluations board for so long you'd imagine he starts falling behind now?"
"Doesn't he have access to Light magic despite being Chernobog? I heard only the Belobog Family had access to that, wait doesn't that make him a dual-elementalist?! Damn!"
[Top #6] Anastasia Chernobog
"Looks like the ranking's pretty much the same since last year too, she's still somehow keeping 6th up despite being a cripple!"
"Shhhh! You want her to zap us out of the windows again, did you NOT learn from the last three times?!"
"I mean sure she's a multi-elemental master with Dark magic but who gives a damn if she's pretty much a sitting duck?"
Then there was the unfortunate, amongst the thousands of students from both opportunity and luxury.
[#1000] Damian
Standing there agape was one black haired student, a torn up jacket that makes him a trademark of appearance, some of the other students snicker but the nameless man makes his way through after finding out his place well among the Evaluations board.
[#278] Gideon Grimsley
That's our Nameless Man, and after finding out the ranking of the Evaluation for Gideon, the man visits a nearby restroom to get changed out of the rags he went to visit the Grand Funeral of the Great Hero.
"Tsk, to think that the poor sods are finding their way here now…" Rechecking his equipment, he then dons his mage's mask, and wears the rest of the uniform. A visit to the cafeteria, it was in the center of the Academy.
In dire need of something to focus for the full days worth of botanical alchemy he was ready to pursue…a cup of coffee.
The lone Gideon sits at one of the outer tables, and even there some of the angry students move out of his way, even if he was a nobody he was still ranked within the Top 300s of the academy's successful individuals.
And just as we are about to see, for good reason.
…
Three other students approaching him, one of a burly build, another of lanky and slouched, and one smaller than the tables hide behind the two.
Gideon turns to them, and then goes "May I he-"
As the sprouty student splashes some juice on his freshly laundered uniform, and the sprouty student goes "Hey dickhead, you said that material was gonna help me pass!"
"Y-you didn't? But your grace…" Gideon gets on his knees, hands to the floor lower that almost everyone nearby snickers at his pathetic display "...I even gave you a helpful "reviewer" of all of the material compiled, s-see!" Gideon points weakly at the sprout's student plate.
[Top #47] Anthony Brightsteel
Gideon begs with both of his hands, making an extremely disgusting expression of a beggar that it was almost too painful to even cringe at.
"Your grace went from Top 58 to 47! That alone is 11 ranks, you even top your rival, Garcia Windmoor! I-isn't this what you desired when you demanded me with your most gracious presence?!"
The sprouty student just clicked his tongue, and poured the rest of the juice on top of him in this begging kneel.
"Well well well, I said I wanted to rise, I just suppose in your stupidity, you thought I was thankful for just Top 40… so… do better next time, roach." Anthony sneered, tosses the cup at him, and it makes a painful noise before Anthony and his entourage kick him once each before leaving him be.
Gideon has a manic look on his face as he rises up, and with just a simple apprentice spell cleans up all of the mess on the uniform, that humble Apprentice-grade spell was [Shape Water], manipulating all of that juice back into the cup, and setting it aside.
The man takes a sip of his coffee, and enjoys himself a hefty lunch before he proceeds to continue the day's studies on Botanical Alchemy at a lab.
'Oh Anthony, if only you knew... how very little those numbers really meant~'