Ch.4242 – This Wasn’t the Event I Expected

<42 – This Wasn’t the Event I Expected>

Chapter bosses are strong.

Basically, they can demolish a dozen or so classmates like they’re farming experience points.

‘They’re probably acting this way because they don’t know, but watching from the sidelines feels like watching a horror movie.’

To openly bully Hestia, who could tear people apart.

And the level is much more severe than when they were bullying the apprentice knight freshman I saw in the cafeteria.

Beyond being the light target of mockery for those who enjoy gathering in small groups to gossip about others, she’s being deliberately humiliated by senior class freshmen who gathered with purpose.

Even though everyone knew this humiliation was unjust, no one stepped up to help Hestia.

‘Is it because of her appearance?’

Mana compression, the method of increasing mana quality.

Mana cultivation, the method of increasing mana quantity.

Hestia is strong, but she hasn’t mastered mana cultivation or compression techniques.

Without muscle compression, her body has bulked up with muscles in a less feminine way, and her reputation is that of a lowly mercenary background in an academy filled with nobles.

On the other hand, those who would become enemies if they took her side include five imperial nobles who control the central continent.

Five people whom even one would be fearsome as an enemy have banded together.

Countless freshmen believed that being targeted by them would lead to serious consequences, whether inside or outside the academy.

‘What kind of main boss gets bullied like this?’

Though somewhat absurd, this is fundamentally a fantasy game world.

It’s actually possible for a muscular woman with high potential who looks strong to be overpowered by skinny noble women.

Of course, Hestia’s strength could tear through cultivation methods, compression techniques, and everything else.

“Sisters. You’re from B Group, right?”

I called out to them confidently in a loud voice.

“A cute child with bright eyes and a small height of barely over 130cm. Yes… you must be Oknodie?”

“Oknodie, the one who ranked first by defeating Northern Grand Duchess Irene, the promising talent from A Group’s senior class, and Andersen Pretzel, the heir of the Western Noble Union’s Pretzel Grand Duchy?”

“That tells us everything about the standards of the frontier.”

The imperial noble ladies covered their mouths with their hands and sneered.

Their mocking smiles were tinged with malice.

Unlike the group in the cafeteria who only hurled insults, these ones seemed ready to get physical, their aura fierce.

“You’ve picked enough of a fight. If you’ve said what you wanted to say, get lost.”

“My, are you trying to save face in front of the child?”

“You should have kept quiet. Then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

“You’re one to talk, friendly fire killer.”

“Oh my, look at her fist trembling.”

“How barbaric. Are you going to swing it? Like when you got your mercenary friends expelled.”

Hestia doesn’t do such things.

Her comrades’ expulsion wasn’t Hestia’s fault but due to the mercenaries’ greed.

Mercenaries blinded by points messed with opponents they shouldn’t have, got badly beaten, and then self-destructed competing for points among themselves.

That’s the truth behind the Western Mercenary Union’s downfall.

The B Group noble ladies, who couldn’t care less about the inside story, continued their slander.

‘Even if she’s not a chapter boss, this is pitiful to watch.’

Hestia’s class is Berserker.

Also known as a mad warrior.

A class that exchanges rage for power.

Sometimes loses reason and attacks allies.

Naturally, it’s extremely unpopular.

Despite being a vanguard class, it doesn’t hold back enemies heading for the rear line, and its reputation is terrible because it’s a rough class that ignores allies and even threatens them.

Though useful in boss fights or duels against powerful individuals, it’s a non-mainstream class among players because it’s difficult to handle.

A party member no one wants.

Lowest credibility.

Perhaps that’s why I felt drawn to her.

After all, the class I’m aiming to acquire at the academy is also an avoided one.

“When mongrels face a beast, they get scared and bark. That’s exactly what you sisters look like.”

“Huh?”

“Mongrels?”

“How dare you utter such nonsense to imperial nobles? Have you lost your mind?”

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

They immediately looked smug at my apology.

Did you think I’d apologize so easily?

“I couldn’t possibly think of you as imperial nobles when you’re bullying one person as a group and spouting such vulgar words. I should have considered your lack of home education.”

The expressions of the B Group senior class freshmen darkened.

One of them signaled to those around us.

“Ah, my legs feel weak.”

“Who keeps pushing me?”

Several pantyhose-wearing girls nearby subtly approached Isabelle, jabbing her side with their elbows and hitting her thighs with their knees.

“Ugh.”

Isabelle let out a suppressed groan at their cowardly tactics.

I wasn’t about to stand by and watch.

“Ah, I’m wobbling and might fall~”

Grab.

“Kyaaak!”

“Let go of my hair right now!”

The pantyhose girls screamed as I firmly grabbed their hair, frantically reaching out.

They desperately tried to grab Isabelle’s and my clothes and hair, but I skillfully swung my arms to block them, causing everyone nearby to back away.

“Uwaaang!”

“It hurts…”

The pantyhose girls with much of their hair pulled out sat down and wailed.

“You two are really going too far?”

“The ones who suddenly rushed in dangerously are at fault.”

All regular students who didn’t want to see this ugly scene backed away.

“To begin with, Hestia here is a member of A Group. She was my competitor in the same exam. If you insult my competitor, you’re disrespecting my achievement as A Group’s top student.”

The B Group senior class freshmen fumed.

“Just because you ranked first among some frontier hicks, you’re so arrogant?”

“Words aren’t enough, it seems.”

“Miss Lotta. Show her what you’ve got.”

Among the noble ladies in school uniforms wearing pantyhose according to imperial noble tradition of not exposing bare skin, one person with a different outfit stepped forward.

As long as all skin is covered, it doesn’t have to be pantyhose. Under this principle, a girl with shoulder-length bob hair wore a bodysuit, a bold outfit.

Tap tap tap

As she stepped forward lightly and kicked the air, a strong pressure wave formed.

The sound of cutting through air and the sharpness of the trajectory seemed sufficient to shatter human bones.

“Kyaak! Lotta is so cool!”

“Please give us just one wink!”

Lotta received enthusiastic welcome from the imperial noble ladies.

Her demonstration boosted the senior class students’ confidence.

“See that? I’ve learned martial arts from professional fighters hired by my family. There’s a sparring arena ahead, but if you spar with me, it’s going to hurt a lot?”

“Why don’t you apologize to the sisters now? If you prostrate yourself and say ‘I’m sorry for being an uncivilized barbarian from the frontier,’ we might let you off?”

“Oh my.”

“Hehe.”

“Oh my, how naughty~ If you do that, you might want to die from shame? Fuhuhu.”

Hestia stepped forward angrily.

“You cowards. If you have a problem, come at me. Are imperial nobles so lacking in dignity that they need to get physical with a little child?”

“It’s okay, Hestia. I am, after all, A Group’s top freshman.”

I pointed at the girl called Lotta as an example.

“If you’re so confident, come to the sparring arena. I’ll fight you once.”

The B Group ladies seemed to trust Lotta.

But I know that girl.

First year, first semester midterms.

The period when Hestia goes berserk and commits mass slaughter.

Among the corpses lying on the ground with limbs torn off is one with exactly that face.

Or in case of an early appearance trigger.

Before enrollment, she tears apart one noble lady, and the noble who dies then also has exactly that face.

In any route, she’s the first B Group student to be killed by Hestia.

That’s <Martial Artist Lotta> whom the noble ladies are cheering for.

‘How can the dates align so perfectly?’

One day before the entrance ceremony begins.

Even without Hestia going berserk, there’s an event where an accident occurs during sparring and one student gets seriously injured.

The student who gets seriously injured and ends up in a cast at the hospital is also ‘Lotta’.

‘Do the developers hate bob haircuts?’

That’s what I thought, seeing how she meets a terrible fate in every route and inevitably dies before the end of the first year’s first semester—a villainous NPC.

When such a person provokes me arrogantly, I can only feel contempt.

[Performing event <Group Competition (2)>.]

[You will participate in the duel instead of Hestia.]

It’s a duel I’ll obviously win, and I need to be careful not to accidentally kill her while controlling my strength.

* *

“A Group senior class valedictorian is going to fight B Group senior class’s martial artist Lotta!”

“Where?”

“Training building, arena number 3!”

The rumor spread instantly.

Over a thousand students gathered to watch the match.

Considering that the 981st class has a total of 2,130 freshmen, about half have gathered.

For Oknodie, this is a guaranteed victory event.

It was an intervention to prevent Hestia’s early corruption, but.

The students who saw the confrontation had completely different impressions.

“Wait, a duel with such a tiny child?”

“This is too much.”

“Can a noble who’s learned martial arts do this?”

Even the reason for the duel’s establishment is outrageous.

“She accepted a duel challenge from a child who was trying to help a bullied girl?”

“Where’s the noble’s dignity?”

“What trash. Are all imperial nobles heartless villainesses?”

Condemnation and jeers poured from all directions.

Even noble ladies who entered the stands blushed with shame.

A noble lady trained in martial arts bullying a little child.

A fight so ugly that even they couldn’t defend it!

As the atmosphere in the stands overwhelmingly shifted to sympathy for Oknodie, one B Group senior class lady tentatively suggested:

“Her name is Oknodie. Being an orc hybrid, wouldn’t she have more than enough strength?”

“Right. If she’s mixed with orc blood, should we even consider her human?”

The lady’s friend also added a comment:

“I can’t believe it. Such racist remarks in this day and age. You call that speaking?”

“Shameless imperial rogues. It gives me chills to think they’re nobles like us.”

“Get out and die.”

Criticism rained down.

Jeers poured out.

The person most confused by the criticism and jeers directed at the 165cm imperial noble martial artist who entered the duel for unsightly reasons against a 133cm little child was Oknodie herself.

‘What’s wrong with them? It was the complete opposite in the game.’

-Birds of a feather flock together, these lookalikes get along well

-Did these sweaty muscle lumps hook up with each other? Hehe.

-Ugh, just imagining it makes me sick.

-Go Lotta!

-Teach those nasty muscle monsters a lesson!

The stands that used to be like this had done a complete 180.