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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
177

Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
177

It wasn’t hard to figure out
what this guy’s intentions were.

Judging by his smug smile and
the way he carefully modulated his voice, it was obvious.

Is this idiot really thinking
with the wrong head?

Admittedly, I do look
beautiful right now. If I keep my mouth shut, I probably look like a
doll you’d want to hug.

However, the infamous
reputation attached to the name Lucy Allen has the power to crush any
such beauty.

Even the adventurers at
Menestail know this, yet this fool Mark is blind to my notoriety and
approaches me solely based on my appearance.

No, that’s not it.

Despite Mark being an idiot in
both attitude and behaviour, he’s still the eldest son of a Count
and has received an adequate education.

There’s no way he’d be so
foolish as to approach Lucy without understanding the consequences.

He must not know who Lucy is.
He just saw someone who caught his eye and approached her without
thinking.

Yeah. That must be it.

It has to be.

‘Excuse me…’

“Excuse me. You pedophile
pervert lusting after a little girl. Do you know me? Because I don’t
know a pervert like you.”

“As I’ve heard, your
tongue is quite sharp. Lady Allen. Are you the flower with thorns?”

No? This guy is just an
unimaginable idiot, captivated below the waist and has given up
thinking with his head?

I never thought there was
someone crazier than the perverted Fox in this world.

Ha. Why is the world so vast
in such a bad way?

I sighed audibly, losing the
sliver of hope I had held, but Mark’s smile didn’t waver in the
slightest.

“I’ll join you for a
moment.”

Just as Mark was about to sit
without asking my opinion, Karl, standing behind me, stopped him.

“Young Master Georg, the
Miss—”

“Shut up. You lowly knight.
Where do you get the nerve to speak to me when you can’t even use
magic?”

Mark’s gaze toward Karl was
filled with contempt.

Contempt for someone of lower
status. Contempt for a knight who can’t wield magic.

And contempt for someone
interfering with his romantic pursuits.

“Shut up or I’ll sew
your mouth shut.”

What ridiculous confidence.
What is this guy relying on to act so brazenly?

The count title he hasn’t even
inherited yet?

Or does he believe he’s truly
exceptional, when in reality his magic skills are pathetically
inadequate? If I use my full strength right now, I could easily crush
those bodyguards he has.

Whatever he believes in, if
Karl decides to wield his sword, that guy’s head would fly off
without any resistance. It’s comical, really. It doesn’t even make
me laugh.

Surely, even Karl understands.
It must irritate him to see someone inferior to him acting all high
and mighty.

Nevertheless, as a knight and
a bodyguard, he maintained his decorum.

‘I’m sorry, but please stand
down.’

“Hah. This is why
muscleheads can never be any good. Is it because your brain is filled
with muscles, so you lack intelligence? Show some flexibility, you
dumb knight.”

Hah. This guy is seriously
getting on my nerves.

It’s fine if he insults and
despises me.

Ever since I possessed Lucy’s
body, I’ve gotten used to those kinds of looks and remarks.

Now, I’ve become so
accustomed to it that it doesn’t hurt anymore.

However, it’s different when
someone insults the people around me.

Especially when that person
stands up for me and gets humiliated for it.

“Step back.”

“But Miss—”

“Do I need to repeat myself,
doggy? ♡”

Only after I added another
word did Karl bite his lip tightly and step back.

Mark, thinking something
pitiful about him, sneered at Karl before sitting across from me.

Ah, perfect timing.

I’ve been so stressed
navigating the Menestail Dungeon, and now a stress-relieving punching
bag has appeared without any guilt attached!

“Thank you for allowing
me to join you.”

“I was curious about the
creature who thinks with its lower half because its brain is filled
with mana♡”

“Ahem.”

When I threw his words back at
him, the punching bag cleared his throat uncomfortably.

Hmm. The impact of hitting
this punching bag isn’t bad. He’s trying to maintain a composed
expression, but I see his lips quivering. I like that.

“Lady Allen, may I ask if
there’s a particular reason you’re dining here?”

“If I didn’t have a
reason, why would I be sitting here?♡ Are you an idiot?♡ Oh, I
see, your intelligence drops because you think with your lower half?♡
How pitiful~♡”

As soon as I decided to rile
him up, my body naturally followed suit.

Giggling laughter. Openly
disdainful eyes. My hand near my mouth but without any intention to
cover it.

Indeed, it’s the [Mesugaki]
Skill! I really excel at this!

The provoked punching bag’s
face turned red as he bit his lip, but he didn’t raise his voice.

“It’s not that. If you
don’t have to dine here today, I’d like to invite you to join me for
a meal.”

“Hey, are you deaf?♡ I
just told you I purposely sat here♡ and you still don’t get it. Are
your ears also located in your lower half?♡ Do I need to speak down
there for you to understand?♡ Puhahaha♡ That’s so disgusting~♡
Is that how perverted trash like you evolve?♡”

I can see his hand clenched
tightly. He’s shaking with anger, probably dying to take a swing at
me if given the chance.

Wow. Truly superhuman
patience. Considering the provocation power of the [Mesugaki] Skill,
he should’ve lost it by now.

Is that what you gain when you
entrust your life to your lower half? Incredible. Not that I’d ever
want to be like that.

“…Then, is it possible
to arrange for another opportunity?”

“Where should I answer
you this time?♡ Up here? Or down there?♡”

“Lady Allen.”

The voice that had been trying
to remain as gentle as possible now carries a chilling edge.

Is the durability of my
punching bag already hitting its limit? The impact was satisfying,
but it’s a bit too fragile. Maybe I should contact the manufacturer.

“It’s just a joke♡ When
are you available?”

“Um. How about tomorrow?”

“Nope♡”

“The day after?”

“That’s also a no♡”

“Any day this week?”

“There isn’t one♡”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Puhahaha♡ You’re just
realising now?♡ You’re really dumb♡ There’s no way I’d make
plans with trash like you♡”

As our Q&A continued, his
face gradually turned stiffer.

“Lucy Allen.”

“What?♡ Were you looking
forward to it?♡ Did you enjoy a cute girl like me playing with
you?♡ But what should we do?♡ I can’t stand sloppy guys like
you♡ Just the sight of you makes me want to puke♡”

Pretending to gag, I saw him
slam the table and rise, glaring sharply at me.

“That’s enough.”

“Coo♡ Kufuhut♡ Is that
supposed to be a threat?♡ Wow~ I’m so scared♡ Puhut♡ You’re
a total mess♡”

As I continued provoking him,
he finally snapped.

Unable to contain his anger,
he grabbed my wrist.

True to his sloppy nature, his
movement was so slow I could’ve exclaimed sloppy three times, but I
let him catch me on purpose.

Why? Because it gives me a
reason.

“I told you to stop!”

Now, let’s look at this
situation objectively.

Who approached first? Punching
bag.

Forcing yourself to sit here
when I said no? Punching bag.

Grabbing my wrist and
threatening me after shouting? Punching bag.

Witnesses? Everyone in this
restaurant that Nicki highly recommended.

So from now on, what I have to
do is self-defence.

It’s a small and frail girl
being threatened by a scary-looking man, isn’t it? Of course, I
should resist.

If my status were lower, this
wouldn’t be enough justification. But I am the daughter of the
Allen Family, who once dominated the Continent.

I have just enough power to
properly teach this bastard a lesson, don’t I?

Rising abruptly from my chair,
I stepped onto the table and leaped up, striking the punching bag in
the face.

I didn’t use my full
strength. That would’ve caused some issues.

But, well, I probably still
broke a couple of this weakling’s teeth.

The punching bag flew some
distance and sprawled on the floor, staggering as he pulled himself
up, clutching the spot I hit and shouting.

“You bitch!”

“Pfft♡ What’s this♡
You’re not a mage, but a clown, huh?♡ A perfect fit♡ No wonder
you look hilarious♡”

As I approached the punching
bag, who was having trouble speaking clearly due to his missing
teeth, the bodyguards behind him blocked my path.

“Lady Allen. We apologise,
but…”

“If you know you’ll need to
apologise, why bother speaking?♡ Are you asking to be humiliated?♡
Is everyone from master to servant a perverted freak around here?♡
It’s truly disgusting♡”

“That is absolutely not the
case.”

“Then get lost, will you?♡
Before I tell Papa about all you perverts♡”

Think carefully. If we settle
this here, it’ll end at my level.

Nothing will happen except
your pathetic master gets a beating.

But what if it doesn’t end
here and reaches Benedict? How do you think that would go?

Do you really think you can
handle an angry father who dotes on his daughter?

If I were you, I would never
want to make an enemy out of that man.

“Stand down.”

Before I could say another
word, the head of the bodyguards spoke up.

Pfft. Right? You’re scared
of Benedict too, aren’t you? I don’t see why you’d bother with such
nonsense when you know you’re gonna back off anyway.

Thanks to you, I only got more
irritated.

“What insolence! How dare
you, a mere guard.”

“I will take responsibility.
Stand down.”

When the guards stepped back,
the punching bag’s figure was revealed.

He was staring at me with eyes
full of fear.

Just moments ago, he thought
he was on top, but now he was looking at me with terror in his eyes.

How pathetic.

It’s such a funny sight.

“Don’t come closer!
I’ll attack if you do!”

“Go ahead. There’s no way
someone like you could hurt me, right?♡”

As if daring him to cast a
spell, I calmly moved my feet, and the punching bag started casting a
spell for real.

Wow. He’s even worse than I
imagined. So, personal safety is more important to him than any
disputes with other families?

And it’s a fire spell —
I’ve seen Joy use it often, so I remember.

Casting fire magic in a place
built of wood and crowded with people? Can you imagine what kind of
accident that could lead to?

He’s really hopeless.

I was confident I could
withstand the spell head-on without any harm.

If I were to get hurt by
something of that level, it would be a disgrace to the term tank.

But I couldn’t be sure how far
the aftermath would spread.

So, I quickly closed the
distance with a single step and kicked the punching bag’s stomach,
interrupting his casting.

Like a ball, he flew into the
air momentarily before collapsing onto the floor, clutching his
stomach and retching.

I approached him and kicked
his side, forcing him to lie flat.

His eyes trembled with fear.

“What’s this?♡ Are
you scared of a girl who barely reaches your waist?♡ You’re a
pedophile, a pervert, a weakling, an idiot, and a coward♡ You’re
such trash♡”

“I… I’m the heir to the
Georg family! If you dare harm me!”

And then I stomped on his
face, silencing his useless prattle.

“Shut up, will you?♡
Even hearing your voice makes me sick♡”

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