Ch.137137 – Don’t Be Fooled. I Know Better

<137 – Don’t Be Fooled. I Know Better>

The stupid hat eagerly revealed only precious garbage, causing the classroom’s atmosphere to collapse.

“What’s wrong with everyone?”

“Haha. Everyone must be surprised by the little lady’s outstanding talent.”

“What good is having useless talent if I don’t want to use it?”

“Is that so? I heard that several legendary classes have opened, with the 24 deities aiming for the position of main god promising apostle classes, and challenging great missions.”

“I’m going to be a magic swordsman!”

Isabelle said with a face that looked utterly disappointed.

“Are you serious? Even if explorers find a class with such an ominous name in ruins, they’d switch classes without a second thought.”

“Did you dislike being an explorer, Isabelle?”

“I wouldn’t say I disliked it, it’s just a job to make a living. Just like grave robbers want to find treasures and make a big score, most explorers are people who want to find secret ancient legendary classes and hit it big.”

“Really?”

“Ancient. Legendary. Even one of those keywords makes you smell a life-changing jackpot, and both appeared together.”

Well, newbies love that kind of thing.

Like hidden classes, or unique classes.

Those overpowered, cheating professions that are one-of-a-kind in the world.

I would have grabbed one too if there weren’t hidden traps.

As a veteran player, I have zero desire to risk my soul on such dangerous classes because the hidden risks are too great.

“I like magic swordsman!”

“Sigh… what’s so good about that magic swordsman? It’s a class that’s mediocre at both swordsmanship and magic.”

“If you’re good at both, it’s doubly overpowered!”

Hit monsters with high physical resistance using magic, and those with high magic resistance using physical attacks.

And she’s an adventure department student on top of that?

With this, there’s no need for guides, trap disarmers, or one-trick thief lockpickers.

She could handle at least three roles by herself, or even more—a complete all-rounder character.

“Besides, why am I the only one being publicly executed while others don’t have to continue their examinations?”

I looked around with a pout, inflating my cheeks with air to show my dissatisfaction, and Professor Bronze looked at me incredulously.

“I can only admire the boldness of Oknodie, a first-year. You’ll grow up to be quite a big shot.”

“Of course! I’ll be at least 2m 30cm tall!”

“…That’s not the kind of big shot I meant, but I’ll continue the examination for those who consent among the students who haven’t worn the hat yet.”

Students who wanted to consent raised their hands.

The classroom was nearly decimated except for Isabelle, Giselle, and Titosoga.

The only notable student was Sing.

“Great heroes gather around big shots, they say. Your courageous attitude is impressive.”

Fortunately, the professor saw the attitude of people around me as courage, not recklessness.

“Behave yourself.”

The hat trembled at the professor’s dagger that poked it as a warning.

* *

“Administrative Department. You have the qualities to succeed as a Dark Merchant class. Being cold-blooded and ruthless would make you a good Military Merchant too.”

“Production Department. A born chef. With those skills, you could be a Dark Chef who could slip in a drop of poison without anyone noticing.”

“Uwahaha! What a coward. Weak-hearted, mediocre talent, and always conscious of others’ opinions—you’d be perfect as a Maid. Why not take off that uniform and put on a maid outfit?”

The hat that had been spouting whatever it wanted was finally silenced by the professor’s knife jab when Titosoga started to whimper with tears in her eyes.

The already cold atmosphere grew even colder, but lightened a bit thanks to Titosoga who was just called a maid.

“Haah. That hat must have done that on purpose, right? Dark Chef? It’s making me sound like a suspicious person who poisons food.”

“Haha. In life, everything depends on how you look at it. From now on, fewer people will hover around asking for Isabelle’s cooking, so that might be more comfortable.”

“Your optimism is admirable, ‘Dark Merchant.'”

Giselle, already a practicing dark merchant, took no damage.

Instead, realizing the hat’s discernment was excellent enough to identify her profession, she seemed to realize that the classes it assigned to me were quite realistically possible.

Since then, her eyes have been crossing between strange expectation, worry, excitement, and enthusiasm.

“Uncle Giselle. Just in case, if you suddenly bring a legendary class advancement stone from somewhere and try to push it on me, I’ll really get angry.”

“Haha. Of course not. Such things are worth their weight in gold, and where would I get such merchandise? Unless I go looking for it with Isabelle, there’s no way to obtain one.”

So he was thinking of taking Isabelle to look for one.

I’m truly glad I gave him a heads-up.

“Hng. Oknodie~. He told me to be a maid. What if everyone starts calling me a maid and treating me like one from tomorrow?”

“Come tell me. I’ll teach any student who bullies Titosoga a lesson!”

I tried to make a gesture of hitting with chopsticks, but I accidentally dropped one, which spun around and shattered the ceiling light.

The broken light crashed to the classroom floor with a loud crash, causing a round of screams.

Even amid the chaos, the chopstick, unnecessarily sturdy, bounced off the ceiling and walls with a ping-ping sound before finally stopping after vertically piercing through a student’s desk.

“Ah, he called me a maid earlier! Oknodie, were you listening? Did you just get revenge for me?”

What’s done is done.

I can’t avoid demerits for property damage anyway.

“…That’s right!”

After taking full credit, a notification appeared saying I made students tremble in fear.

[Fear Inducement Experience +15]

[Bad Kid Experience +2]

“Oknodie, first year. Be prepared to humbly accept the point bill for classroom property damage that will arrive on your magic watch soon.”

“Yes…”

There’s an unintended expense, but if it means my friend Titosoga can attend the academy without crying, isn’t it worth it?

I didn’t entirely dislike Titosoga who stuck close to me, chattering away with admiring eyes.

Because Titosoga is cute!

Why hide it?

I’m weak to beautiful women and cute creatures.

Just because my body became female doesn’t mean my personal preferences changed.

‘Still, there’s such a thing as muscle memory, so I might also respond to things the original owner of this body liked.’

What did the original owner of Oknodie’s body like?

I’m curious, but don’t really want to know.

What would an 11-year-old kid like anyway?

Dolls?

Flowers?

Probably something like that.

“Administrative Department. A born Quartermaster at that. It suits your evil nature and ruthless personality perfectly!”

Everyone’s attention turned to the hat, which had escaped in the commotion, as it evaluated the aptitude and talent of the last department student.

Sing, the last student being examined, grabbed the brim of the hat with a face that said this hat must be crazy.

“You’d better think and speak carefully, hat. I am a swordsman who has slain over a hundred other swordsmen.”

Honestly, even I thought Sing’s appropriate department would be the Knight Department with a class like Assassin Swordsman, so it was really unexpected when the hat stubbornly assigned him to the Administrative Department.

The Administrative Department was generally filled with those who lacked talent for other departments but worked hard to make something of themselves, or with royalty and high nobility.

To put it bluntly, it’s a department created so that even those without talent can hand out business cards saying they’re Gift Academy graduates or dropouts.

It’s perfect for saving face with various countries.

That’s why there are particularly many imperial and royal family members in the Administrative Department.

The Heugmag Imperial Princess is an exception and will probably enter the Magic Department because she has talent for magic.

“That’s why it suits you even more. Have you ever thought about it? A quartermaster who slaughters enemies and attackers targeting supplies.”

“It’s trivial work. What’s the difference between escorting a merchant group and escorting military supplies?”

“That might be true for an ordinary quartermaster. But what suits you is ‘Dark Quartermaster.'”

“…’Dark’?”

“When army morale hits rock bottom with deserters and casualties mounting, a quartermaster who departs despite the risk of betrayal or supply routes being reported. You might end up killing more allies than enemies!”

“Hooh.”

“You can also abuse your authority to execute soldiers on the spot, framing them for crimes like hoarding food or being informants! It’s a perfect class for bloodshed!”

What’s with that “hooh”?

He really likes something that suits him.

But even I can see that if someone like him appears as a quartermaster with a transport wagon, people would think, “Wow, this looks really tough, should we just let this wagon pass?”

No wonder they call it Dark Quartermaster.

“Advanced position would be Dark Munitions Commander. The highest class would be Military Shadow Power. A class that directly influences a nation’s military control can use mere swordsmen like ants.”

“That sounds interesting.”

No way, this is crazy.

It’s fine if the person involved finds it interesting, but this is like dropping a nuclear bomb on the Administrative Department where princes, princesses, and nobles chat and laugh together.

The Administrative Department is peacefully rotten, with students organized by hierarchy according to their country of origin and supporting forces, having subordinates do their assignments.

Imagine a lonely madman who draws his blade at the slightest provocation barging in there.

I can envision bloodshed every day, and assassins being called to the academy to fight with Sing when people can’t take it anymore.

“Don’t be fooled. I know better. That would be extremely boring.”

I wanted to avoid interfering if possible, but for the sake of the academy’s peaceful daily life, I couldn’t let this wind-up continue.

Sing looked at me with psychotic eyes that made me believe he could have killed someone on his way to school this morning.

“What do you know, big shot kid?”

I needed persuasion.

An excuse he would believe, even if it wasn’t my experience.

“…Papa.”

“?”

“Papa told me! The military is boring in any country!”

Sing was convinced.

“I see. I guess it’s better to live as a blade-wielder after all.”

Sing took off the hat and placed it on his briefcase.

I’m glad he was convinced.

But someone else was convinced too.

Professor Bronze muttered with a shocked face.

“Those foundation people, I wondered why they allowed infiltration so easily. Did they also manipulate the military due to lack of manpower? And in all militaries worldwide…?”

…Sorry, Papa.

I feel like I’ve caused some trouble, but it should be fine, right?