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Chapter 418

Chapter: 418

I was swinging my mace with a bit of sincerity for the first time in a while, and yet, Frey, after getting smashed once, came charging at me, saying it felt great to finally do a serious duel. Seriously?

Unable to contain her excitement, I eventually decided to take extreme measures.

Otherwise, I’d really have to smash her head with the mace, and I can’t just turn my friend’s head into a bunch of pieces, can I?

“You don’t listen♡ Your skills are sloppy♡ And you’re not even a cute pet♡ I don’t need this kind of thing♡”

“…Huh?”

“Is your brain so sloppy that you can’t understand?♡ I’m saying get lost because you’re annoying♡”

“…Lucy? Are you mad?”

“Mad?♡ Not at all~♡ Why would I be mad at someone like you?♡ I won’t be seeing you again anyway♡”

When Frey saw I wouldn’t bother to hang out with her if she didn’t listen to me, she lowered her head.

“I’m sorry.”

When Frey apologized to the professors and other students, everyone was stunned. They had never seen her apologize like this before.

“Is this how it’s done?”

Not feeling even an ounce of guilt, Frey looked at me after finishing her apology, but instead of saying anything more, I just patted her head.

Hey, at least she’s socializing now. Compared to the crazy lunatic from the game, her growth is huge. The Frey beyond the monitor was indeed a different kind of lunatic than Lucy.

Wait a minute, though. Why do I feel like I have to raise my hand higher than usual? I mean, before, just lifting it a little was enough, but now I feel like I need to stretch it much higher.

“Hey, dumb swordsman. Did you grow taller?”

“Huh? Yeah. Just a little.”

“…I don’t like you.”

You traitor!

Even if she’s a bit taller, she was still on the shorter side, so I felt a connection with her, but now she’s going off alone to grow taller!

I simply can’t forgive that!

After my petty whining, Frey was flustered for a bit.

I continued to roam around the observation classes at the academy, capturing all the professors’ attention.

Just like during combat studies, they all wanted to test my level.

Struggling to manage their questions with my Grandpa Emong skills, I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and went hunting for Luca.

I needed to check how long this craziness would last.

I mean, sure, questions related to dungeon studies, combat, or the divine were fine. I could confidently answer anything in that field.

But getting bombarded with questions in history studies, which are heavily academic, is just not my forte!

I mean, what do they think of me, throwing college-level questions at someone like me?!

No way can a dimwit like me handle that!

Especially the worst of it was being dragged into the magic studies class led by Joy.

When other things I could manage with Grandpa’s knowledge, but this? I really knew nothing.

“Basic theories of the flame school. Lady Allen, you know this, right?”

As if expecting me to know it, I had no words left.

How am I supposed to know that!

I’m a holy knight!

Not knowing magic should be a given!

“Professor, do you really have to waste time on what’s obvious? I came here to learn, after all.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Thank goodness Joy was next to me, quickly stepping in for the professor’s question; otherwise, I would have been in serious trouble.

In the worst case, I might have tried to cause a ruckus to escape the situation.

Anyway, thinking about how this would keep happening in the future was genuinely terrifying.

I wanted to attend classes, not be a parrot repeating what Grandpa said!

[See, you should have studied like I said. If you had, you would have answered their questions…]

“Ahhh! I can’t hear you! I can’t hear anything!”

Ignoring Grandpa’s advice, I found Luca and received the answer I least wanted to hear.

“It’s going to keep happening. Everyone who came to the academy has a deep sense of loyalty. The better your answers, the more they’ll wonder how far you can go.”

Some want to satisfy their curiosity about my potential.

Some are jealous of my favor.

And some simply want to know more about me.

The idea that they would keep throwing questions my way until I reached my limit made my head spin.

So, no matter what class I attended, the spotlight was sure to be on me.

…Wait a minute. Thinking about it, it’s kinda weird that I’m even thinking about this.

Why do I have to be the one to sit in classes and take questions?

Can’t I just skip these theory classes altogether?

I’m already low on intelligence; just giving up would make more sense.

Yeah, if I just admit I have small intelligence and a small head, it’ll be fine.

[Lucy, are you really okay with that?]

“…Of course not!!!”

I was already worried about being low on intelligence, trying to focus on the classes!

Then naturally, my intelligence would improve, so I tried my best!

But then this incident happened?!

This is so unfair!

Am I being seen as easy?!

Like Lucy Allen, the troublemaker, is easy prey?!

Forget the past year; how could they just take that lightly?!

Ugh! It’s frustrating! Should I just topple over?! Create the sight of a professor kneeling before students?!

[But your reputation would hit rock bottom again.]

“Even so!”

[I told you, just because they didn’t give you a reason doesn’t mean you can act out.]

Those from the First Queen faction, as Grandpa said, only showed interest in me without crossing any critical lines.

They only threw questions my way where the professors’ discretion allowed.

There were newcomers to the academy, so there weren’t exactly no wasted potential, but even they seemed cautious around me.

Even that dungeon studies professor, whom I had provoked first, only blushed and didn’t dare charge at me.

There must have been some warning between factions.

In this situation, if I make the first move, it’ll be me who would land in trouble instead.

Causing havoc would just give the opponent a reason to attack me.

Ugh. This is why I hate politics.

If this were a dungeon, I could just take care of the enemies quietly with my mace.

[If you really don’t like it, there’s a way to make them cross the line. It’s not hard for you to do.]

“…No, Grandpa, I’m the Apostle of God. Touching innocent people is just…”

What am I being seen as?!

If the opponent crosses the line, I’ve destroyed some of them with Mesugaki Skills, but I’ve never outright harmed innocent people!

…Not that I can confidently say that if you were to ask!

[Well, then there’s nothing you can do. For now, we’ll just have to endure it.]

“…There’s really no way?”

[What can we do? If you’re in trouble, I’ll help, so let’s keep observing the situation.]

Grandpa’s words made it clear that there’s really no solution.

Ugh! This is so frustrating!

If only some fool would give me a reason.

Then I’d unleash every ounce of my frustration on that person!

*

Recently, Arthur Soladin had noticed the professors at the academy looking at him strangely.

Not everyone, but those belonging to the First or Second Queen factions clearly regarded him with wariness.

The reason was obvious. He was someone who shouldn’t stand out but kept doing so.

Arthur found this situation terribly uncomfortable.

He had stated several times that he had no interest in power; why were they so wary of him?

No matter how many visible influences surrounded him, there was no way someone perceived as half a bastard would be able to challenge the royal authority.

Arthur was grumbling but recognized the peculiarity of his current situation.

The close friend of the Ducal Lord Partlan’s Young Lady.

Close to the Saintess, who was practically the symbol of the Jushin Church.

Often conversing with Duke Burrow, who recently reentered as a Freshman.

Regularly dueling with Young Lady Kent, considered a potential next Sword Saint.

The only member of the royal family maintaining a friendly relationship with Lucy Allen, who has recently emerged as a hot topic, to the degree of training with the Allen family.

His abilities were far from lacking as well.

In essence, aside from the shortcomings of his maternal family name and his age, Arthur was a figure capable of upsetting the balance if he ever intended to.

Knowing this little phenomenon all too well, Arthur did his best to appear harmless.

However, his aloof demeanor failed to have a substantial effect, and despite his wishes, his surrounding environment kept making him uncomfortable.

“Dude, if this goes on, you’ll get caught up against your will.”

Recalling a story that Cecil had told him long ago, Arthur recognized the validity of that advice.

Isn’t this exactly how things were at the moment?

Thinking about the recently overly energetic Second Prince Cecily, Arthur chuckled and made his way to the next class.

What was it? This time I should be evaluating a class related to palace etiquette and relations.

The professor was…

[Valian Clock]

The moment he saw the instructor’s name, Arthur frowned.

Valian Clock was a person with whom he had only built ill-fated ties.

A man obsessed with noble status.

Someone who despised Arthur, saying he was of lowborn blood.

One of those who made Arthur hyper-sensitive to others’ dismissiveness.

Recalling the memories of his childhood, Arthur paused for a moment, let out a deep sigh, and went on.

There was no way he could say he couldn’t do that to Lucy Allen now.

If he did, he’d have to receive her scorn in full.

In that case, it would be better to bear a moment in a class I despise.

No problems should arise. After all, he was a person who was pushed to the back a few years ago; he must have calmed down a lot. He wouldn’t openly provoke me like before.

Thinking like this, Arthur was moving when he bumped into Valian Clock in the corridor next to the lecture hall.

“It’s been a while, Third Prince.”

“…I didn’t expect to see you here, Clock the Duke.”

“I was just feeling a tad out of place when I saw the opportunity to preach knowledge, so I volunteered.”

Faced with the smarmy smile typical of court nobles, Arthur felt a sting in his gut but managed to raise a smile.

“You’ve recently been quite productive. Although it’s from long ago, it’s a pleasure to see you teaching the prince.”

On the surface, it sounded like praise, but Arthur knew all too well what lay beneath it.

The fact that it was mentioned in relation to past events was intended to serve as a reminder to keep quiet and know his place.

That was precisely what this guy always said.

“Still lacking in many areas.”

In truth, he wanted to lash out, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. This guy may have been pushed back, but right now, too many watchful eyes were on him.

For now, he needed to hold back. As Arthur suppressed his anger and lowered his gaze, Clock answered him as if he were proud.

“It’s good to know you still remember the virtue of humility. It pleases me as your mentor.”

Ignore him.

What remains to be gained from wasting feelings on some old man who can’t forget his past glories, even after falling?

Anyway, he’ll be gone soon. Ignoring him is…

“If you had a little better blood, it would be wonderful.”

At that mocking voice, the moment Arthur jerked his head up with fists clenched…

“Wahaha♡”

A loud laugh rang from beside him.


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