Grandmaster Of All Job Class

Joan stepped on the floor towards the huddled group of Directors. Even they have such status of being the class directors, they seemed to enjoy idly chatting towards the Princess. They have respect towards Joan but they still behaved as a director. Their aura was still of a high ranking official.

"You know Princess Yulia, you have your mother's eyes. I can see her eyes in you," Mills said to her.

"Such an honour to be compared to her. But I am not as strong as her," Princess Yulia said to him.

"The young Princess sure has grown. I can remember that she was still tiptoeing her feet on the floor when I visited her in the past," Troan said to them.

"Time sure flies by," Roan said to him..

"Yes," Greaz said seconded.

"I am sorry Princess for we can't train you ourselves. We know that we are passing our responsibility to Joan. But trust me, Joan has a knack for teaching. We have conversed for some time and his knowledge is on par with us," Troan said.

"Yes, and still, I also think that he knows greater knowledge than us. He also revealed that he is a [Skill researcher]. Someone who research skills, someone who tinker skills and creates them," Said Herthall.

"According to the texts, it was a knowledge you can only get from the God of Angels. Or you have to be the God of Angels himself. As skills are coming from him in the first place. They are forged in eternal flames along with the imprint of these classes. Making me have chills on my spine. Who could be this mysterious kid to be on that level?" Mills said to her.

"Should we just assign him as our researcher instead?" Yulia asked.

"That my dear is on his hands. We can offer him but he has the right to refuse," Bruck said to her.

"Ah, I see," Yulia replied.

"We must offer him the position though. Yet it will be him to decide," Said Ion.

"We must recruit him at once. Or else his talents will be wasted. For Humanity to have a Skill researcher, it will be a breakthrough! They are so rare that it only appears once in a millennium," Said Hildegard.

They all watched Joan descend the stairs and then he felt different from before.

"An ascension? Your mana well is now deeper," Asked Weldebert.

"Yeah," He replied.

The Directors then stared at each other. Seemingly hesitating but made the courage to talk.

"We will offer him that right?" Said Mills.

"Let me do the talking," Said Troan.

"That one?" Said Eldezar.

"So, we all agreed to offer you a position. You will be the Kingdom's Skill researcher. Being the one who knows all job class qualifies you as well as your knowledge is on par with us. It is our humbles delight if you accept the position," Said Troan.

"Hmmm, I only have the night to train my skills and cultivate my mana well. So it is not for someone like me who is busy," Joan said to them.

"Ah, that is unfortunate," Said Troan.

"But, I can do that on weekends. If you will agree with that," Joan said to them.

It was then, they felt like they want to leap in delight. But still, they stayed calm and composed at the moment. They laughed and made a high five with each other.

Joan then felt like his life will be not so ordinary anymore. He hasn't enjoyed his past life because of how busy he was. And now, it will be on the same path that he will travel. Making him sigh at the moment. It was then, they decided to rest for the night. The Directors decided to escort the Princess to her quarters. Making Joan be on his way to his dorm.

Walking alone, he whistled on the way. Whistling his tired self off at the moment. It was then, he felt that he was being followed. Turning around then he saw a figure approaching him fast. It conjured a hammer and then slammed it to Joan.

Bang!

Dust was all over the place. Luckily, Joan evaded nonchalantly.

"Who are you?" Joan asked.

"It is none of your concern. Filth!" He shouted. Not even covering his face. Upon seeing his face, Joan knew that he was none other than the Crown Prince.

"Why does the Princess exit the same place as you?" He bellowed.

"Ah, about that," Joan scratched his chin.

"Answer me you filth!" He smashed again his hammer.

Joan then evaded his attack. With a swift sidestep, he smacked his hands and then he forcefully let go of the two-handed hammer.

It was then, he slapped the Prince left and right. Making him step back a little.

"You bastard! You will pay for that! It will be a heinous crime to attack the Prince!" He shouted.

"Sorry for that, I got carried away at the swing of events," Joan said then laughed.

"Oh, about that, she was trained by the Directors personally. I am only training at the same place as her. I don't have the slightest interest in her if you want to ask," Joan explained.

"I don't like the Princess to be with commoners. What training does she have to take? Does she want to join the tournament?" The Prince asked.

"Ah yes, she wants to join the tournament," Joan said.

"And you? Are you training for the tournament too?" He asked.

"Far more than a measly tournament," Joan replied then winked.

"If you will get close to her again, I will beat you up. Commoners have to crawl in the mud. You filth!" He said to Joan.

"She was the one who bothered my training sessions and I am not able to focus on my training because of her," Joan retorted.

"Mind what you are saying, commoner. You have to be honoured instead. I will cut your tongue if you disrespect her. It will be a direct insult to the royal family. How much more to the Princess? Anyways, I will go now. I don't want my sister's training to be put on hold because of me," The Prince said to him. Joan then sighed.

"But let me warn you, commoners have to stay commoners. Don't even think about bootlicking on her or I will beat you like a dog," He said.

'Ah, youth. He sure is an energetic one,' Joan said in his mind.

Joan clicked his tongue then put his hands on his waist. Sighing at his arrogance. It was then, he decided to walk home once again.

It was then, he summoned a shadow clone and instructed him to follow the Prince. Making sure that he will arrive at his dorm safely. Walking on the way, he saw fireflies on the road. Their dorm was up ahead and so he stayed for a moment. Looking at them as their lights breathed at the moment. He sat on a bench and stared at the sky. Stars glittered the dark canvas of the sky and saw some wishing stars or so they say.

"Enjoying the sight?" A man said beside him. Joan jolted as he didn't feel the presence of the man he was a company with.

"Ah, Principal. It is you, yeah they are beautiful," Joan said then stared back at the sky.

"So you will be the Kingdom's Skill researcher?" He asked. Joan coughed at what he said.

"Don't worry, the Directors and only knew as of now. Maybe the King is next," He said to Joan.

"Ah, I see, so there's no hiding it now?" Joan laughed.

"The Directors verily acknowledges you as someone who is on par with their knowledge of their skills. Skill researchers are someone who knew the skills far more than anyone right? And they are the ones who can either tinker with the skills or create new ones. It must be a blessing to Humanity to have one in millennia," He said to him.

"The process of being a skilled researcher is a tough one. Tinkering skills are one but creating new ones are much harder. I think I will create new ones soon," Joan said to him.

"Good luck in your future. I am personally congratulating you on your new title," The Principal said to him.

"Anyways, how did you know all this? I am intrigued by the fact that you grew up in a farming village and knew all this," He asked.

"Ah, that is a secret. But in reality, I am just a kid who has an old mind," Joan said to him then wink.

"Ah, I see, I understand now. Wait? What?" So you are an old man?" He said to him.

"Older than you," Joan replied.

"Haha," He slapped his forehead.

"Okay, don't think too much about it. But you can say that I am not this body's soul," Joan explained.

"Huh? Can you elaborate?" He asked.

"I am the last Child of Hope. I am but a transmigrator sent to save this forsaken world," Joan said.

"For real? Now that explains everything. So you are for real the Child Of Hope? And a transmigrator at that," He said.

"You believe the Prophets now? Anyways our conversation is protected by my barrier. So anything spilt from here will only get the blame on you," Joan said to him.

"Ah, haha, your secret is safe. But all your talks are backed with evidence so I believe that." He said then felt silent.

"The cultists are hidden within this academy. I need help to uproot them from the source. They started kidnapping students again. This time, it is the first year. I don't know what is their agenda but we have to rescue them. I ask you to infiltrate their base and rescue them. An expert will be more feasible than a group of novice right?" He said.

"But we could use this novice to do novice jobs," Joan said.

"You are right at that," He replied.