Chapter 6 – A Classmate With a Suspiciously Nice Body (2)
Despite being in the classroom early in the morning, I hadn’t spoken to Vivian.
You may wonder what kind of nonsense this is, but surprisingly, this is Vivian’s standard attack method.
The Vivian route is over if you say hello or talk to her to build a good impression here.
Of course, the first time I saw Vivian at a school event in the morning, I started talking to her.
‘…Yes.’
The conversation ended with a short answer, and from the next day, Vivian did not go to school in the morning.
After failing to build goodwill with words, he wanted to do ‘a teaching assistant starting with sexual harassment’, which is the national rule of attacking a dark woman, so as soon as he went to school, he massaged her breasts and was expelled.
The route I found after so many bed endings was the ‘silence’ route.
Literally just sitting there doing nothing.
In fact, I proceeded like this with the feeling of trying to see who would win out of anger at the failure of the strategy, but….
Surprisingly, this was the correct answer.
If you don’t say anything like this for about a week, a ‘trivial kindness’ event will occur, and if you help naturally here, the classic strategy route will proceed.
‘And the non-standard route…’
There is also an unusual route using that nonsense that Vivien is reading intently while blushing.
If the standard route is a Sunae assistant, the non-standard route is a gaslighting and brainwashing assistant.
So, am I going to ride the Sunae Assistant?
No, I’ll do both.
***
Everyone seemed excited, perhaps because it was the first day of the semester, when the students were talking wildly in the classroom.
I usually think that the lowest class in the academy is the class of dropouts, but it is a mistake.
“My father says that if you graduate well, he will give you some stake in the company.”
“Good. Then you can come to my estate. I also decided to receive an independent territory.”
Look at the gold paint on each other’s faces already.
Although most of the students in Class 5 are comparatively lacking in talent, they are the offspring of nobles or merchants who were admitted with money or power.
As a result, most of them have known each other since childhood at places like social churches and tea parties.
I am also a descendant of the high-ranking aristocratic Calliope family, but perhaps because of my complicated family situation, there are people who say hello lightly, but no one wants to build a friendship.
‘I rather like it.’
There is not enough time to devote to the heroine, but there is no time to deal with the extras.
Then, the classroom door opened and silence fell in an instant.
Even before entering the academy, he must have been told not to challenge the professor’s authority, and even if he hadn’t heard it, the atmosphere of the professor in front of him made it impossible to open his mouth.
“It’s Loreos.”
A short word. But that was enough.
Any student at the level of admission to the academy would surely know who he was.
“… Let me tell you in advance. I don’t like kids like you.”
From the very beginning, insults that have never been heard before come out.
“Because there are people who borrowed the authority of the family to enter Carnea, despite their lack of talent, here.”
However, no one expressed dissatisfaction with the pressure exerted by the war mage.
“Anyway, I will take responsibility as a professor. If you follow what I’ve taught you, you won’t be killed by dogs on the battlefield. However….”
The sound of breathing in the lecture hall gets smaller with each word that comes out of his mouth.
“It would be better to forget all the treatment you have been treated by just being born lucky. I’m not curious about the surnames attached to your names at all.”
Loreos glares at the students with the eyes of a predator looking at prey.
It’s me, I’m used to seeing those lines in games, but I’m sure other students aren’t.
‘Thank god.’
I’m a bit relieved now too.
The corner of his mouth slightly rises at the fact that Loreos’ dialogue is almost the same as in the game.
How beautiful is this. What if the lines are a bit rough?
“… More than that.”
With those words, the pressure in the classroom was relieved a little, and the students let out a short sigh.
“Then, this is the first lecture. Everyone, change your clothes in the locker room and run out to the playground!”
Fuck.
Somehow it went easy.
***
Although born a commoner, he had a talent for magic, so he was enlisted as a war mage.
Twenty years after that. He was active enough to make his name his known. However, in the war six years ago, he was injured to such an extent that he could not live as a soldier any longer.
He had an unexpected retirement.
He thought he would die on the battlefield, so he did n’t make any plans after his retirement.
So he just intended to die quietly living in his hometown.
But the world did not leave me alone.
Requests came in to work as a professor in Carnea, not on the battlefield.
At first I refused.
However, he got fed up with the constant visits and eventually took a professorship with the promise that he would lecture for five years and never come again.
It was a professorship I was forced to take, but I still had some expectations when I first entered Carnea Academy.
Because I thought that the future of the empire I protected was all gathered here.
It was an illusion.
What I felt at the academy was disgust.
The nobles who did not know the fear of the battlefield dismissed my words as a joke, and the talented commoners thought of their talents as a tool for success rather than using them to protect the country and its people.
Even the small burning passion was gone.
So I decided to take care of the remaining 5 and a half of the remaining contract period.
I thought it was only natural that the least passionate professor would be in charge of the least passionate.
Instead of expecting something from them, I just thought to teach them the bare minimum of survival.
However….
Something was different this time.
It’s not just the academy professor’s authority that makes proud nobles put up with insults.
From the first meeting, in order to inform the relationship between the top and the bottom, each word was given a pressure that even an experienced soldier could not bear.
By the way….
‘Leave one….’
Vivian Beatrice instinctively and subtly twisted the flow of magical power to escape from the pressure.
This alone was surprising enough, but there was another one that was really funnier.
—Eugene Calliope
This guy was the first.
Until now, there have been students who have used their abilities to escape pressure, but this is the first time that they have been able to overcome pressure only with mental strength. He even laughed as if it wasn’t enough.
‘It must be fun.’
When he recalled Eugene’s relaxed face, the corner of Loreos’s mouth he went up slightly.
A spark was about to bloom again in the ash, which I thought had already cooled down.
***
‘…Lord, I think I’ll die.’
I was running on a field full of dust.
It was said that education at the academy was divided into knights, wizards, and unique abilities, but this is a story after some time has passed.
Most of the training freshmen receive is physical training.
I don’t know what this means, but there are no wizards who purely use magic on the battlefield.
A monster rushes right in front of you, but you can’t just stand still.
I need to run away and buy time before I can cast spells or call for support.
So even if it’s not as good as a knight, basic physical strength is a must.
I’ll say it again here, but my health is 10.
It’s average by world standards, but it’s the bottom among academy entrants.
Of course, I have no choice but to lag behind other students.
As if to prove that, even now other students are taking a break after finishing running around the playground, but I still have half a lap left.
“Haha..”
No, not alone. Vivian was included.
Vivian, whose stats had been nerfed by mind and magic, was lagging behind me.
Even because the gym suit was chosen according to the size of the chest, the arm length was left for a long time, making it even more difficult to flutter.
“Don’t be rude, Eugene! Are you just pretending to be tired of this?”
Professor Loreos glared at me.
He must have run with me and be over 50 years old, but he didn’t even lose his breath, let alone sweat.
“…No, that’s right. Do you already have camaraderie?”
Loreos muttered to himself as if he understood and smiled.
I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I didn’t have the strength to answer, so I just ignored it and ran, and he shouted.
“Good night! I’ll watch you. The last one to come in will do three more laps!”
He continued to speak incomprehensible sounds, and then suddenly added three turns… ? Talking crazy
It’s not a joke, but if you run more, you can really fall behind.
I felt sorry for Vivian who was panting behind me, but I had to live, so I ran with all my strength.
‘..Almost.. I’m there..’
The remaining distance to the passing point is approximately ten meters. If you keep running at this pace, Vivian will come last.
Blame, blame, kung-!
The moment he put the pass point in front of his nose his, his feet his got tangled and fell where there was nothing.
“…”
Oh, it’s really embarrassing and painful.
What kind of sickness is this? Looking at me, I hear the buzzing of the classmates.
“Ha ha.. Ha..”
Vivian overtaking me at that moment. From below, I could clearly see his chest her bouncing, despite the baggy gym clothes.
“…”
“…”
As we passed by, our eyes met.
She sent her eyes asking for one look at her, but apparently it didn’t work, so Vivian passed the passing point and was confirmed as last place.
As I lay down to catch my breath, I heard Professor Loreos’ low voice.
“…To do it like this. This is unexpected But get up now.”
“..Ha.. For a moment.. Rest..”
“The enemy does not wait on the battlefield! Come on, get up and run!”
Oh, what a fucking world it is.
