Transmigrated into a Noble's beaten son

Chapter 44

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"Well, we have like 9 classes to inspect so why don't we split up. I'll go to the field near the gentleman's dormitory while you go to the other side. Bye."

It had already been hours since they split up to do their tasks. She was quite furious because she felt ditched by Naell.

Yet at the same time, she knew that would have been the best case, as both of them were somewhat awkward in each other's presence.

At the very least, she was quite glad that Naell chose the gentleman's side. Her classes and her friends' prepared stalls were at the lady's field anyway.

The cultural festival was divided into two sides, both outside the main building at the field that was often used for recreational activities.

Normally, students would have to showcase their chosen artistic program (such as cafes, horror houses, or even drama theaters) in their classroom.

Yet at that moment, Esuela dio sa de implemented the so-called "stall" that was famously developed in the estate under the dukedom of Arigare.

Although the stalls were certainly the main attraction, the size of the fields allowed for a wide variety of features to be shown.

Guests even had resting areas in the grassy portion of each field, with blankets and chairs laid out freely for anyone to occupy. It was reminiscent of a mini park with the soothing scene of the glistening grass.

The park was one of the last things they had all set up. Even though it was the easiest and the least time consuming, by the time they were done, most were exhausted from previously finishing the essential attractions and components of the festival.

Though most of them were tired, all the students were still happy to be part of the said festival--- all including Viola, who was currently enjoying her task. She was privileged enough to see what all her friends had prepared in the process.

Her class had showcased cuisines that used magical gastronomy to further enhance the flavor and umami of the food; Rinca's class made a restaurant that showcased live cooking with different kinds of cutting and culinary techniques; yet what garnered the most attention was the debate chamber that Note and Rizaul's class had made.

Note's hysterical statements and Rizaul's apathetic facts that didn't care about their feelings gathered an audience from around the school, enjoying the suffering of those who tried to win between the duo's win streak.

Not to mention, the beast companion that was flying in between the debate while devouring different foods had made most of them laugh, as his HOOTs sounded much like mockery towards the opposing team.

After finishing all her tasks, Viola also became tired from all the walking she did, and the activities she shyly participated in.

'Well, atleast I did my job!' She thought while clenching her fist from the enjoyment of socialization.

As she was about to return to the main building where the task committee was, she heard a commotion going on by the resting area of the lady's field. Apparently, some commoners who were there just to sightsee were kneeling and apologizing to what seemed to be a group of drunk visitors.

"Do you think your apology would be enough! Don't you know who he is!"

"Sire, please... we are sorry. Come on Anne, say sorry."

Viola noticed how the other visitors that were sitting were feigning ignorance as they mumbled,

"Don't look at them, they're nobles..."