Chapter: 139
“Karl. Your Young Lady is undoubtedly carrying the blood of the Allen Family.”
Seeing Lucy Allen, who didn’t back down and even shouted for them to come at her while facing a crowd of one hundred, Anton couldn’t help but snicker.
Who would think that someone who had only joined the Academy less than half a year ago would be so bold?
Among knights and adventurers working in the field, it’s rare to find someone with such spirit.
Moreover, what was astonishing was that Lucy was fighting back against a legion of a hundred.
After casually tossing the Young Lady Meryl of the Baines Family aside with one hand, she began showcasing her abilities in the ensuing ambush.
An astonishing shield technique that deflects most of the numerous attacks directed at her.
Even when four or five males of a similar age stick to her, she easily shakes them off with her strength.
In between all this, she avoids being surrounded thanks to her wide field of vision and quick judgment.
“Shoddy! Is this all you’ve got? Can’t catch just one little girl? This is hilarious!”
Even in a situation where one mistake could get her piled on by them, she remains composed.
Lucy Allen was undoubtedly carrying the blood of the Allen Family. The blood of a noble knight family with a long tradition.
Anton had expected to hear some raving praise from Karl as he remarked on her, but surprisingly, Karl was silent.
What? Given his personality, wouldn’t he normally respond with, “Of course, she’s our Young Lady. This is nothing!”?
As he thought this, Anton turned his head to find Karl gazing intently below with an unusually serious expression.
“Karl?”
“…Ah, yes, Professor Anton.”
“What’s up with you?”
“I’m… surprised by how fast the Young Lady is growing compared to what I expected.”
Karl was trying his best to take in every move Lucy made, but even he had his limits.
Though nominally a professor, he couldn’t just throw everything away to stay by Lucy’s side.
He needed to give his all to be able to rush to her when she needed him.
That’s why Karl didn’t accurately know how strong Lucy had become. Recently, the role of sparring partner had been filled by the Young Lady of the Kent family.
Thus, at that moment, Karl was shocked to see Lucy growing beyond his expectations.
So this is her power. I see. She was composed both in the duel class and when storming the Academy Dungeon. The Young Lady had that much composure.
She didn’t need to give it her all.
I was putting her in the box of what is considered common sense without knowing that! She was breaking common sense and writing her own history! How blasphemous for a knight!
Ah, I must report this to the head of the family once work is over today. If they hear about how much the Young Lady has grown, I’m sure they will shed tears of joy.
I must also mention how friendly the Young Lady has become with her peers.
“You two! Is this the time to be gawking?!”
While Anton and Karl were lounging in a tree watching the chaos, a professor from the Academy approached them.
Professor Jessel, who taught Monster Hunting, didn’t try to hide her disdain.
“What is it, Professor Jessel?”
“Is there a problem?”
“Is there a problem?! Of course there is! Just look at this chaotic scene! It’s a riot!”
Not all skirmishes labeled as such are the same.
Some hold coordinated battles even amidst confusion, while others are simply chaotic clashes with participants losing their rationality.
The skirmish happening now was clearly the latter.
“If things go wrong, it’s likely to lead to an accident!”
Frequent friendly fire incidents are happening. Countless allies are lying on the ground, and many are tripping over each other, crashing to the ground while trying to attack Lucy.
It was a situation where a significant accident could happen at any moment.
From the perspective of ensuring student safety, this situation was practically the worst.
“We don’t have much time left until this field study ends anyway! I propose stopping the field study here for the safety of the students!”
After hearing Jessel’s passionate declaration, Anton pondered for a moment and then nodded.
“Professor Jessel is right. What about the other professors?”
“All agree. It just needs your permission, Professor Anton!”
“Is that so? Then I’ll take the lead.”
With those words, Anton jumped down from the branch.
Considering his huge frame, his landing was surprisingly light, and he looked around at the confused students and rubbed his neck. It seems ordinary warnings wouldn’t stop them.
Seeing no other way, Anton inhaled deeply, causing his chest to swell rapidly.
Before long, just as it looked like his lungs would burst, Anton opened his mouth.
“EVERYONE STOP!!!!”
His voice, louder than what Lucy had just amplified with her magic, echoed through the clearing and across the entire forest.
Those who had just charged at Lucy to attack had no choice but to clutch their ears and drop to the ground.
If they didn’t, it felt like their eardrums would burst.
Ugh! My ears! They’re aching! Did I just burst my eardrum?!
I thought about trying Aramadi’s soothing touch on myself, but the pain didn’t go away. Looks like my eardrum is just fine.
In games, I always wondered how loud a person’s voice could be, but now I truly understand that feeling.
This voice is no joke. While I’m amused by experiencing an event I usually see in games firsthand, the pain overshadows that.
Even with my absurd body specs, if I’m suffering like this, how are the other students faring? Most of them were already on the ground, crying out in pain.
“Right now! Under the judgment of the professors, I announce the end of the first semester’s field study! Great job, everyone!”
In the midst of it all, Anton declared the conclusion of field studies with his powerful voice.
“Uh, Professor Anton. Ending the field study is fine, but… just look around you.”
How many people here do you think can actually hear you? Shouldn’t you give the students a moment to recover?
As I thought about this while observing Anton, another professor suddenly jumped in to give Anton a piece of his mind.
“Right? I’m the rational one, and that person’s being irrational? This is a bit reassuring to see.”
[This part is going according to plan.]
‘That’s right.’
My plan from the beginning was to prompt the end of the field study.
It’s impossible to subdue nearly one hundred students without causing significant injury.
I could think of a few ways to defeat them without caring about their safety, but I’m not out to kill anyone.
The professors wouldn’t allow such dangerous measures.
Aware of all this, I never intended to win the skirmish in the first place. Instead, I hoped the chaos would spiral out of control.
If the turmoil continued, I wanted the professors to think that the students could get seriously hurt.
Why? Because that way, we could bring about a happy conclusion for everyone.
Now, let’s see. According to my plan, by now, Frey should’ve joined Arthur with Joy, right?
A glance towards Arthur shows him talking with Joy. Good. Perfect.
[Now, let’s go wrap this up.]
I stepped over the fallen students, approaching the professors.
Anton, still complaining to Jessel when he spotted me, broke into a smile. It seemed he viewed me as a savior from the lecture.
In reality, I was bringing a headache to the table.
“Hey, Shoddy Professors. What is this nonsense about ending the field study? It can’t be over yet, there’s still hours left! Don’t you remember what you just said, you morons?”
“Of course we know, but it’s the professors’ judgment that it must end now. Please understand.”
The one to respond to my sharp question was Jessel. She spoke politely yet firmly, hoping for comprehension.
With her reasoning citing it as the best course of action given the earlier situation, she was indeed persuasive.
If I were a rational person, I might’ve nodded along.
However, the unfortunate thing is, I had no intentions of acting rationally.
After all, I’m a cheeky mesugaki, right? Rationality? Logic? That’s none of my business! A mesugaki does as she pleases!
“Rattling on about nonsense, Auntie? I’m asking why you ended this fight on a whim!”
“As I just stated…”
“Ahh~! So loud! If the fight had continued, I could’ve defeated those shabby losers. If I had, those brain-dead winos would be my loot! So how do you plan to take responsibility for that? Huh? Can’t get it because your intellect is too low?”
“I regret that. However…”
“Auntie! Don’t get hysterical! It’s not my fault you don’t have any appeal and can’t attract men!”
As I continued to provoke her, cracks began to show on Jessel’s face.
Wow, her eyes are terrifying. It’s clear she wants to knock some sense into me.
Knowing Jessel’s abilities and nature better than anyone, I was uneasy but what else could I do? There’s no turning back at this point.
“Take responsibility, you spinster professor!”
“Was it even possible for Young Lady Allen to win from the start? It could be that I prevented her from losing and losing her loot. Given that the chaos halted midway, no one knows how it would have ended.”
Aha, caught you, Professor Jessel. You just said something unreasonable that the rational you would normally never say.
Thank you for saying just what I wanted you to say.
“Me? To those shabby losers? Haha, the spinster professor’s humor sucks!”
“I won’t deny the Young Lady’s abilities, but considering the peculiar situation of the field study and the ongoing chaos, I can’t say there wasn’t a chance of her losing.”
“Wait just a moment.”
It was then that Arthur, who had been quiet up to this point, spoke up.
He gave me a not-so-describable look before turning his attention to Jessel.
“If what you just said is accurate, Professor Jessel, does that mean there was a possibility that all of Lucy Allen’s loot would have been distributed among everyone?”
Hearing Arthur’s comments, Jessel finally regained her composure.
Did you just realize it, Jessel?
What you said earlier was a statement that could have significant repercussions?
You canceled the field study for the safety of the students, right? That’s fine.
But do you think the students who might fail due to professors’ decisions would care about that?
Had they taken me down, they might’ve scored good grades, but they were forcefully deprived of the opportunity by the professors.
What if that kind of sentiment spreads?
While I’m not sure, it would get a lot messier, don’t you think? Huh? Professor Jessel?
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