The Princess Sitting Next to Me is a Sweet Girlfriend Only in Front of Me
“By the way, what do you usually do in your daily life, Heim-kun?”
“What do you mean…? I’m a student.”
“I don’t mean that. I’m asking what you do on holidays or how you spend your usual days!”
In other words, she’s asking about what I do outside of my activities as a student.
As for Fia, she’s probably busy with official duties and such.
Apparently, attending school as a student feels more like a holiday to her.
“Well, since I’m a scholarship student, my tuition is fully covered.”
“Wow, impressive! You mean that super expensive tuition… entirely!?”
“Well… for some people, it’s partially covered, depending on their grades.”
It seems to be linked to academic performance.
The problem this year has been my grades.
The units I lost because of Gwolier and the evaluations I dropped in regular practical exams have been pretty painful.
Of course, the teachers take those circumstances into consideration, but to maintain appearances, I need to get good scores on the exams to keep my scholarship status intact.
Still, most of what’s taught in the first year is stuff I already know, so I doubt I’ll make many mistakes on the exams.
If this were the curriculum for the second year or later, things might’ve been tougher.
There are quite a few lectures in the second-year syllabus that cover topics I haven’t studied before.
Within the range of first-year courses, the only subject I haven’t learned much about is Archaeological Magic.
I digress.
“On holidays, I usually go around checking out magic tool shops or browsing bookstores for magic books.”
“Wow, a real magic enthusiast. Do you read novels or anything like that?”
“I do read entertainment novels, actually. It’s just… when you’re thrown into a noble-dominated academy as a commoner, there aren’t many characters you can relate to… well, except the ones who are being oppressed.”
“Haha… I see.”
The protagonists of entertainment novels often get mistreated at school.
How many times have I seen villains like Gwolier in those stories…
And judging from Fia’s awkward laugh, she seems to understand this all too well.
“Other than that… I work part-time once a week.”
“Part-time!?”
“Whoa!”
Today’s meal was included, which was great.
She seems surprisingly interested in part-time jobs.
“It’s a manuscript-copying job using magic writing. There aren’t many part-time jobs for practicing magic that are open to the public, so this was one of the few options.”
“So even part-time work revolves around magic, huh… Still, part-time jobs sound nice. I’d love to try one myself.”
I can sense that Fia has an equation in her mind where social experience = part-time work.
I can’t say I don’t understand the sentiment.
By the way, magic writing involves copying the contents of a book into another book using magic.
It’s fairly complex, but it’s convenient, so it’s become quite widespread among general magicians, and there are even specialized jobs for it.
“Hmm, part-time work really does sound nice. I want to try it too!”
“Could you stop looking at me with such envy…?”
Also, could you stop gradually directing your gaze toward the cutlet sandwich in my hand?
Here, I’ll give it to you. Look, you’re devouring it with such a happy expression.
I’m glad I shared it…