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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
176

Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
176

The day after overcoming the
10th floor of Menestail Dungeon.

As I began my exploration from
the 11th floor, I felt that conquering the dungeon had become much
more comfortable.

It wasn’t about the
temperature. I hadn’t even worn the necklace yet, so how could I feel
cool?

What I meant was that the
number of adventurers had significantly decreased.

There could be many reasons
for that. One reason might be that not many could get past the
guardian boss of the 10th floor.

Additionally, rumours about
the abnormalities in the Menestail Dungeon might have spread, causing
people to hesitate in their adventures.

Anyway, thanks to that, I
didn’t encounter a single adventurer while breaking through to the
20th floor.

If there are no variables when
conquering a dungeon, it’s obvious what will happen.

After yesterday, where I was
stressed out by the heat, I wanted to get past the 20th floor to
avoid the heat.

So, I gritted my teeth and did
a speed run for today.

I broke through to the 20th
floor to finally gain some coolness.

“Hah. Running like there’s
no tomorrow is exhausting work.”

“Is this all it takes to
wear you out? You’ve still got a long way to go.”

“I’m an informant, not a
knight, you know.”

After clearing the dungeon in
the fastest possible way and even leaving the boss room battle to
Karl and Alsatine, I reached the 21st floor and immediately took out
the necklace and put it on.

As soon as I did, the hot air
that had been pressing around me disappeared, replaced by a coolness
emanating from the necklace.

The coolness seeped between my
bones, engraving a chill, but unlike when I wore it on the 1st floor,
it didn’t feel like it was going to freeze me to death.

The coolness was much more
refreshing.

After the clash between the
heat and the cold, the cold had a decisive victory, causing slight
goosebumps, but after enduring the heat for two whole days, the cold
was a welcome change.

Alright.

Just with this, it feels like
some of the stress I’ve had up to now is flying away.

Feeling energised, I clenched
my fist and approached Karl and Alsatine, who had become close and
were playfully bickering.

‘You two…’

“Hey. You sloppy guys.
Not tired yet, right? There’s no way you guys are weaker than a girl
like me, right?”

“Of course not, Miss.”

“…Um. Are we going
further?”

The two of them reacted
differently.

Karl, who was accustomed to
the hellish life of the Allen Family, nodded as if it were natural.
However, Alsatine, who was relatively more of an everyday person,
trembled his lips.

Alsatine. You’re a bit
exhausted, aren’t you?

It makes sense. We’ve been
fighting and running, then fighting and running again for hours.

I had some time to rest, but
these two didn’t get any breaks, so it’s understandable that they’re
showing fatigue.

But listen, Alsatine. Going
down faster is also beneficial for you.

Right?

So, I’ll give you some
motivation.

“Really?♡ Were you just
a weakling compared to me?♡ Well, I guess that’s to be expected
from a sloppy backstreet bug.♡ I’ll be generous and understand.♡
Heh.♡”

Mocking Alsatine so openly
caused a vein to throb on his forehead.

“…No. I can do it.”

“If you can’t, it’s
okay.♡ You can admit that you’re weaker than a tiny girl like me.♡
It’s not like it’s a lie, so what’s the big deal?♡”

“I’m fine. I’ll do it.”

You said you can do it, right?
I’m not forcing you.

So later, don’t complain that
I’m a terrible boss, okay?

Got it?

Recently, Charze, one of the
receptionists at the Menestail Adventurer’s Guild, had come to dread
the approach of evening.

Evening used to be his
favourite time of day.

When the sun set, it meant it
was almost time to go home.

Every night, he found
happiness in going to the pub, downing two large mugs of beer, and
devouring skewers. How could he not be happy when evening approached?

But lately, a single person
had made him fear the evening.

Creak.

The door opened, and
adventurers’ eyes turned towards it before quickly dispersing.

It wasn’t because there was no
reason to be interested. The adventurers only wanted to avoid drawing
attention to the person who had just walked into the guild.

Even those who usually argued
noisily at the reception desk, complaining about the wait, or
accusing the guild of favouritism, quickly fell silent.

These were the same people who
wouldn’t budge from their spots for anyone else. But the person who
had just entered the guild was an exception.

As the adventurers scattered
like autumn leaves in the wind to make way for the newcomer, Charze
tried his best to maintain a pleasant smile.

“Muscleman. Why do you
look so beastly? I almost threw you some scraps.”

“I’m sorry for looking
like this!”

It was Lucy Allen.

The only child of the
legendary hero Benedict Allen, whose fame spread across the entire
continent. She was notorious for her brash behaviour, and would bite
back at anyone, whether they were royalty or nobility, if they
displeased her.

For reasons unclear, Lucy had
decided to challenge the Menestail Dungeon. Charze, who had been
assigned to assist her, found himself under immense pressure every
evening.

“Hurry up, you slowpoke
muscleman. You know what’ll happen if you waste my time, right?”

The only saving grace was that
Lucy Allen wasn’t as terrible as the rumours suggested.

Though she had a foul mouth
and seemed to be delighted, provoking and upsetting others, that was
the extent of her behaviour.

She only laughed at those who
cowered in fear before her; she never went beyond that.

Moreover, she had saved some
adventurers in the dungeon the other day. Because of that, a new
rumour was circulating among the guild members. They were starting to
say that maybe Lucy Allen was actually a decent person despite her
harsh words.

Some experienced adventurers
even suggested that she might have matured a bit from her wild days.

Of course, none of these
rumours held any solace for Charze.

From his perspective, having
to work under Lucy Allen’s sarcastic and contemptuous gaze was just a
source of constant stress.

“You’re even slower than
you look. How can it take this long to appraise the loot?”

“I’m sorry. Lady Allen.”

Finally, it was over.

Once she left, he could
finally relax and prepare to go home!

With a sense of relief, Charze
was about to hand over the money to Lucy Allen when he suddenly
remembered something important that he had to convey and stopped.

“What is it, muscleman?”

“Lady Allen, there have
been continuous strange occurrences in the dungeon lately. There may
be unexpected dangers, so please be cautious…”

“Pfft.”

Hearing Charze’s warning, Lucy
Allen laughed derisively and looked at him as if he were a clown.

“Are you worried about
me? Trying to get my attention? Are you a pedophile who likes girls?
Pervert. Beast. Disgusting.”

“No! It’s not like that.”

“Wow. Your face is
turning red. Getting played by a girl, you sloppy muscleman. So
pathetic.”

After Lucy Allen left with a
giggle, Charze slammed his forehead on the reception desk.

‘Argh.

I hate this.

I really hate this. When is
that person ever going to leave?!

Menestail Dungeon is one of
the harshest large dungeons, making many noble children shudder and
turn back, but why isn’t she complaining?!

Just leave already!

Act as fussy as the rumours
say and go back to your territory!’

Charze, who was sighing and
running his hand down his face, felt someone tapping his shoulder and
looked up.

“Hey, Charze. Are you
actually?”

“No! No, I’m not! I like
people with well-developed bodies!”

“I had a hunch you
couldn’t get a girlfriend.”

“It’s not like that!”

Charze’s anguished wail made
the tense atmosphere in the guild lighten slightly.

But only for a moment.

The guild door opened again,
and silence returned to the guild.

It wasn’t Lucy Allen who had
returned.

This time, the visitor was
Mark Georg, the eldest son of Count Georg’s family who oversees
Menestail.

The expressions of the people
in the guild stiffened at the arrival of a noble directly involved
with the guild.

Charze was no exception.

Just moments ago, he had been
shouting, but now he hurriedly greeted Mark Georg and swallowed hard.

‘Why is he here? He usually
spends his time lazing around and calling women.’

“Young Master Georg! What
brings you here?”

The guild master quickly
rushed out and bowed deeply to Mark, but Mark’s face remained
indifferent.

‘What’s going on? Normally,
he would have scolded someone for being impolite.

Because that guy’s bad temper
is notorious.

“I have something to say
about the dungeon’s rampage. I’m thinking of forming an investigation
team.”

“Oh! Yes, it’s a very
important issue! We were preparing for it. As for that part…”

“No. Give the minor
details to the butler here. I have something else to take care of.”

Mark Georg replied
nonchalantly and then looked out the guild’s window.

“Hey, Guild Master.”

“Yes?”

“Who was that girl who
just left here? I haven’t seen her before.”

Seeing Mark Georg smacking his
lips, Charze felt a shiver run down his spine, and he bit his lip.

Menestail is a street of
adventurers and commoners.

Why, you ask?

Look at the environment of
Menestail Dungeon! Would any noble child want to conquer this place?

Even I feel like I’m about to
die from the hardship, do you think those soft nobles can endure this
heat? No way.

There are some third sons of
noble families who aim for a dramatic turnaround in life and try to
conquer this large dungeon, but those kids usually look for a more
comfortable place.

They don’t come to such harsh
and unpleasant locations. So, Menestail has an overwhelmingly low
proportion of nobles compared to other places.

Naturally, since the main
customers here are commoners and adventurers, the shops and markets
are tailored to them.

Like how the restaurants on
Academy Street are geared toward noble children.

So they prioritise a
luxurious, elegant, and refined feel.

It’s tasty too, but if you’re
always eating that kind of thing, sometimes you crave junk food.

That violent flavour that
disregards the original taste of the ingredients, as long as it
tastes good.

Today, I came to a restaurant
on Menestail Street to fulfil that craving.

This place, being for
commoners, specialises in that kind of food!

‘Grandpa, look at that.
Isn’t it amazing?!’

Wow, look at how they’re
tearing into that pig leg.

So oily! It must be absolutely
delicious!

‘Grandpa! How long are you
going to stay stuck in the past? You need to embrace new cultures!’

While I was fussing at Grandpa
and waiting for our order, a group of people entered the restaurant.

A man adorned in what were
clearly expensive clothes and various accessories, flanked by people
who appeared to be his guards.

That guy… he’s definitely
this region’s eldest son.

A jerk with a rotten
personality who loves playing around with women. Trash.

In the Menestail storyline, he
was the one who caused all the troubles associated with the quests.

What’s he doing here?

He’s a noble and a talented
mage who despises commoners and adventurers. What reason would he
have to come here?

“Ah, there you are.”

Scanning the restaurant, Mark
met my gaze and then curled his lips into a smile.

…Damn it?

What is that?

Why is such a disgusting smile
and intense gaze directed at me?!

Wait a second! Why are you
coming over here?!

Don’t you know who Lucy
Allen is?!

I’m the crazy rogue from the
Allen Family! If you mess with me, you’ll get bitten!

Don’t come! Don’t come any
closer!

“Pleasure to meet you,
beautiful lady. My name is Mark Georg. I am the eldest son of the
Count Georg’s Family, which oversees Menestail.”

As if trying to sound cool, he
greeted me in a deep voice. Upon making eye contact with me, he
smiled again.

Ugh. Seriously, what a
messed-up life.

Why are the only ones who
approach me always perverted creeps?

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