Rigel was talking with the cat-ear beast-girl girl from E-class. The Royal Academy is divided into six classes per grade, ranked S, A, B, C, D, and E, from best to worst.
For some reason — whether to stir up rivalry among students or for budget distribution — the treatment of upper classes (S and A) is good, while the lower classes suffer. Among them, E-class is treated the worst.
"Come on, cheer up. Even in E-class, your future is brighter than that of an ordinary person, right?"
Rigel gave her encouraging words. As someone who possessed the cheat skill [Rape], he could have forced a crude scene like "Shut the fuck up and spread your legs! I'm raping you!!" But he didn't feel like consuming the new rape candidate that way. He had chosen the option of becoming friends first, then betraying her for a grand rape.
"It's true that there are graduates who have made a name for themselves from E-class, but…"
"Right? So don't be so downcast."
