Chapter 352: Class Full of Nobles

The class full of nobles and a few royals wasn’t going to take him seriously, so Solomon decided to establish his authority immediately.

He reached over his shoulder and pulled Eden’s Penance from its scabbard. The heavy, ringing scrape of the sword echoed loudly across the amphitheater, instantly silencing the murmuring nobles and drawing everyone’s undivided attention.

Solomon slammed the greatsword flat onto the top of the instructor’s desk with a heavy thud.

"This is a greatsword," Solomon announced, leaning his hands against the desk. "Greatswords vary significantly in size, weight, and shape, but they are typically designed to be wielded with two hands. Utilizing a greatsword properly requires—"

"You must hold your lecture for a moment, Solomon," the proxy professor interrupted smoothly, stepping forward. "You cannot start the lesson just yet. There are other second-year students who have also accepted this mission. We must wait for them to arrive so they can present their curricula alongside yours."

Solomon’s brows shot up, and then his eyes narrowed in profound annoyance. He recalled the Grandmaster’s smug assurance that absolutely no one else ever took this mission. ’It is my own fault for actually trusting that manipulative old man,’ Solomon cursed inwardly.

Solomon leaned against the desk and waited in silence.

A few minutes later, the doors at the back of the lecture hall swung open. Three students walked down the tiered stairs, clearly having accepted the exact same teaching mission. The moment they reached the front of the room and saw Solomon standing by the desk, they looked just as surprised as he was.

It was an established, veteran squad of second-year students from House Nova.

One of them was Marco Alfoy, his peachy-pink hair slightly ruffled. The second was Kira Yagami, a calm, level-headed girl with long dark blue hair, carrying a polished steel halberd strapped to her back. The third was Jax Dol, a cautious, heavily armored Vanguard fighter carrying a sturdy kite shield and an iron mace.

Solomon recognized the trio immediately. They were the same second-year squad the Grandmaster had dispatched to his family’s home in Blue York to conduct a covert background check just a few months ago.

Marco stared at Solomon, his eyes wide in disbelief. Kira and Jax stood beside him, glancing back and forth between their squadmate and the silver-haired boy.

Marco quickly stepped closer to Solomon, keeping his voice low. "What are you doing here? Why are you standing at the instructor’s desk instead of sitting in the student seats?"

"I accepted this teaching mission right after the Grandmaster recommended it to me," Solomon responded casually, crossing his arms.

Marco was confused. "That is impossible. This teaching mission is strictly locked to the second-year curriculum."

Solomon simply pointed a finger at his dark, tailored uniform. "I am a second-year."

Marco was baffled beyond comprehension. He stared at the uniform, then back at Solomon’s face. "How is that even possible?! You literally just arrived at the academy this year! You are clearly a first-year!"

"I was officially promoted by the Grandmaster," Solomon stated flatly.

Before Marco could ask any more questions, the proxy professor cleared his throat. "What is going on over there? Is everything alright with the instructional team?"

Jax quickly stepped forward, his kite shield clanking against his back armor. He offered a polite, diplomatic nod. "Everything is perfectly alright, Professor. We were just quickly discussing our curriculum layout and deciding what to teach."

The four of them quickly lined up, standing side-by-side behind the main instructor’s desk.

The proxy professor checked his clipboard, scanning the official roster. He turned to the seated nobles. "Students, these four second-years will be your instructors for this week’s theory sessions."

Solomon frowned and gestured toward his new colleagues. "All four of us use completely different types of weapons. How are the four of us supposed to teach an entire classroom of students the exact same thing?"

"Your assigned job is simply to teach," the professor responded sternly. "You should focus on doing that, instead of worrying about minor details."

’It is not our ’job’ at all,’ Solomon thought to himself, thoroughly annoyed by the bureaucratic dismissal.

"You will be teaching the class one by one, taking turns at the podium," the professor instructed. "Since Solomon arrived in the lecture hall first, he will take the first turn. But before we begin the practical theory, you must all start with a formal introduction so the students can learn exactly who you are."

Solomon stepped forward to the center of the podium. "I am Solomon."

He went to step back, but the professor raised his hand to stop him. "You must include your academic feats, your dungeon clears, and your martial achievements in your introduction, Solomon. The students need to know exactly who is teaching them and how you are qualified for this position."

Solomon desperately wanted to walk right out of the room. He hated bragging about his achievements in front of a crowd. However, he didn’t want to risk failing the mission. And he didn’t want to read the rulebook that he never bothered to read. He let out a tired sigh and stepped back up to the podium.

"I am Solomon Ketzer," he began, his tone flat and unenthusiastic. "I possess an SSS-rank innate talent called Convergence. I cleared the Ruined Kingdom of Eden labyrinth entirely solo, bypassed the first-year practical trials by correcting a thousand-year-old martial stance on my first attempt, mastered the Azure Crane Blade, and recently cleared an A+ grade spatial rift in the Eastern Realms while under a strict aura restriction. I was promoted to the second year after the grandmaster and the academy board evaluated my deeds."

A stunned silence fell over the noble students. Even the proxy professor looked slightly taken aback by the sheer density of the accomplishments.

Solomon’s achievements weren’t widely known among the academy students and professors themselves. Most professors would always keep close eyes and favor the nobles and royals instead of commoners, as they would give them more in return.

Hearing such unbelievable achievements from a first-year student who was recently promoted to a second year in the middle of the semester baffled everyone beyond their comprehension.