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by adminMesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
293
After spending some time with Arthur, I found out that he hasn’t
been slacking off at all.
Not only that, he’s actually growing faster than I anticipated.
Already using aura before even starting his second year?
And it’s not just a vague understanding—he’s skilled enough to
actually wield it in real combat!
Even though I taught him the quickest path to growth, isn’t this a
bit fast?
I knew Arthur was a genius, but I never imagined his talent would be
this outstanding.
If my divine power hadn’t advanced recently, I might have ended up
on the losing side this time.
‘You’ve worked hard, Your Highness.’
“Who would’ve thought that our Pitiable Prince would become this
strong? You must’ve worked terribly hard. Still, that doesn’t
change the fact that you’re a sloppy weakling who lost to a
girl two heads shorter than you.”
Arthur lay sprawled on the ground, silent in response to my words.
No reaction. He looked like an actual corpse. I wondered if I’d hit
him a bit too hard. Just then, Frey trotted over and patted him
gently on the back.
“The third prince did nothing wrong. It’s just that Lucy is too
strong.”
“Lady Kent speaks the truth, Your Highness. The level you’ve
achieved is far beyond what is typical for your age.”
“Enough with the empty comfort. Just leave me be. It’ll take time
for my pride to heal.”
Ah, so he’s just shaken up by the fact that he gave it his all and
still got defeated.
Good to know. I was worried for a moment that I’d gone overboard
and actually turned him into the Pitiable Princess.
‘They’re right…’
“Yes, Pitiful Prince, you were indeed quite strong—for a sloppy
weakling. It was truly terrifying to see you thrashing around, so
desperate to scar the face of a cute girl. So grotesque, I almost
screamed.”
“…Lucy Allen, it may sound odd for a loser to say this, but…could
you please just be quiet?”
At the sound of Arthur’s trembling voice, I quickly shut my mouth.
I didn’t want to add an ‘I’m sorry’ and risk prompting some
horrifying comeback.
Hmm. Maybe it’s best I leave now before things get worse.
Since I can tell Arthur hasn’t been half-hearted with his
training—actually, he’s worked harder than I instructed—I might
as well make my escape.
But why did he run as soon as he saw me the other day, if he has
nothing to hide? I really can’t figure that out.
‘It really is!’
‘You’re suggesting that Arthur ran because he was startled by my
new look? That’s ridiculous! The third prince isn’t some lovesick
perv.’
I mean, it’s not logical to get weird feelings over a little kid
like me.
Arthur, as I know him, is a normal person with a decent way of
thinking, not like those creeps.
‘Oh! Could it be that perverts only see other perverts? I trusted
you, Grandpa!’
Half-listening to Grandpa’s rant, I tried to figure out why Arthur
ran, but no answer came.
He may have something to hide, but if he seemed fine today, it can’t
be anything serious. I’ll let it go for now.
Maybe it’s all the teasing I’ve piled on him. Grandpa’s
scolding continued all the way to the dungeon studies professor’s
office.
It’s true I’ve been going a bit overboard lately—I’ll admit
that.
But I can’t help it when his reactions are so entertaining!
Watching someone usually so composed raise their voice in frustration
always brings a smile to my face.
If he didn’t want to be teased, he shouldn’t be so fun to rile
up!
I think I might understand why the old Lucy used to tease people so
much…
No, no. This isn’t the same. She didn’t just tease; she actively
bullied and tormented people.
I definitely don’t want to start thinking like the old Lucy.
‘I do respect you, Grandpa! I always think you’re amazing!’
‘Of course! I saw you work miracles against dark gods! I still
remember it vividly—the way the sun rose in that dark cave!’
‘Really!? You’re incredible, Grandpa! The legendary paladin,
Ruel, in action!’
Oh, Grandpa. You say that, but I can hear the softness in your voice.
You love it when your mischievous grandchild actually praises you,
don’t you?
‘It’s flattery, sure, but it’s sincere!’
‘I’m saying the respect behind it is real!’
Having succeeded in calming Grandpa down, I decided I’d try to
maintain a balance between teasing and compliments from now on. With
that, I walked into the dungeon studies professor’s office.
“Lady Allen.”
The professor had dark circles under her eyes—probably hadn’t
been sleeping much lately.
“I’ve been expecting you. Professor Karl explained things,
correct?”
‘Yes, he…’
“That this sloppy excuse of a professor had to admit her dim
brain can’t evaluate me?”
My response, once translated by the [Mesugaki] Skill, made her grit
her teeth, but I didn’t mind.
I’d long since given up on earning her favor.
“So…you’ve come to a decision?”
‘Yes, I’ll make the dungeon.’
“That’s right. This fool of a professor is being given a chance
to see what a real dungeon should look like. Really, I’m just so
kind.”
Each time I spoke, her face grew redder.
Is she going to burst a blood vessel?
If I’m not careful, ‘Lucy Allen: Known to Cause Fatal Blood
Pressure Spikes’ will get added to my reputation.
“…Assistant.”
“Yes, Professor!”
“Please explain the details.”
The poor assistant, sandwiched between us, nervously wiped her brow
and approached me, bowing deeply.
“L-Lady Allen! Would you grant this worthless servant the honor of
explaining things for you?”
Her overly polite attitude was a bit much, but I managed not to look
too fazed.
‘…Uh, okay, sure.’
“Heh. You know your place. Go ahead. Out with it.”
This wasn’t my first rodeo with this kind of interaction.
After that whole fiasco in the commoners’ dormitory, I’d told
Luca to discreetly take care of the instigators.
They were the kind who’d only cause more trouble if left alone.
Luca handled it well. Maybe too well.
The next day, the instigators were gone without a trace.
Now there’s a ridiculous rumor around the academy that if you anger
Lucy Allen, you’ll simply disappear!
In truth, we just quietly expelled the troublemakers, but sensational
rumors spread faster.
Ever since then, I’ve been something of a nightmare to the
commoners and even the faculty.
Ugh. Thinking about it ticks me off all over again.
Sure, it’s nice not to have people picking fights with me, but when
people throw themselves to the ground and beg the second they see me?
That’s a bit much!
Why do I have to be treated like a bully when I’ve done nothing?
Just because I’ve stopped caring about my reputation doesn’t mean
I deserve this!
“A-Am I explaining poorly, Lady Allen?”
At the assistant’s fearful voice, I sighed. She looked ready to
fall to her knees in desperation.
‘You weren’t clear enough. Could you explain again?’
“Can you not speak clearly? It’s hard to understand anything
you’re saying. Come on, try explaining properly this time.”
“Y-yes, ma’am! I’ll d-do my best—hic!”
“Alright, that’s enough. Assistant, just go back to your work.
I’ll explain it myself.”
Unable to stand the assistant on the verge of tears, the professor
stepped in, and the assistant’s face lit up instantly.
Seriously, just how much has my reputation tanked around here?!
What did I ever do to make them this terrified? I’ve done nothing
wrong!
This is so unfair! I’ve stopped the resurrection of dark gods
twice, so why am I being treated this way?
Maybe I’d feel less wronged if I actually had done something to
deserve this…
While I was grumbling, the dungeon studies professor began speaking.
“First, Lady Allen, remember that the final exam dungeon is
supposed to test the material taught in class. The content of the
dungeon should be limited to what’s been covered in the syllabus. I
trust you were informed of this?”
‘Was I?’
“Are you sure your memory isn’t mistaken?”
“…Yes, I’m certain it was explained. You don’t remember?”
Oh, I see.
My apologies, Professor.
It’s just that I’m always asleep in dungeon studies.
How could I know what you’re saying when it’s all stuff I already
know? What’s the point in listening?
When I nodded confidently, the professor’s mouth twitched.
“Allow me to explain once more. The exam covers gimmick
dungeons—dungeons that can only be cleared with careful thought,
based on various techniques covered in class.”
Fighting to keep her voice steady, the professor went over various
gimmicks and strategies that had been taught.
Makes sense that the first-year curriculum would avoid the most
complex gimmicks.
So, the dungeon I create will need to incorporate these tricks…
“There are also other conditions: the size, difficulty, data
limits, and…”
Seems like there are quite a few restrictions.
Well, creating a dungeon isn’t free, after all, so some logistical
constraints are to be expected.
As I listened to her talk, I mentally sorted through the knowledge I
had.
To create the ideal dungeon within these limits…
Hmm…
As I folded my arms and thought it over, an idea popped into my head.
If I can pull off this gimmick, it would be perfect, but can it be
done?
‘Professor, I was wondering…’
“So, just asking here…does this sloppy academy have the
capacity to pull off something like this?”
I expected her to say no, but her answer took me by surprise.
“It’s not particularly difficult. How do you intend to use that
gimmick?”
…It’s possible?
So I can really incorporate this gimmick?!
Hehehe.
Heheheheh.
Alright, first-year weaklings.
Get ready.
You’re about to see what a real dungeon is supposed to look like.
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