The Nobles Are the Most Barbaric When You Look Closely 3

“Well, this is Ruincrest Academy. As an outsider, I can’t go any further…”

“Oh, okay. Thanks for your hard work.”

As I got off the carriage, I saw a magnificent building that resembled a skyscraper decorating the sky.

It felt like another metropolis within a metropolis rather than a school. If the outside was a suitable mix of medieval fantasy and Victorian architecture, this place felt like a mix of cyberpunk and Victorian styles.

“Then, I’ll be on my way…”

“Huh? Where are you going?”

“Excuse me?”

The coachman’s face, as he stared blankly at me, looked dumbfounded.

“I’ll need a ride when class is over, so wait for me.”

“Ah, no, how would I know when the Academy will be finished…!”

“What? Do you think I’m wrong? Do you want another duel trial? I’m always open to appeals, you know?”

“…P, please. I have a mother and family to support!”

“Do you want a taste of tendrils? Just because I forgave you doesn’t mean you can underestimate me, does it?”

“……”

I felt like the coachman’s face was screaming, ‘What a psychopath…’ but I decided to be lenient.

Yeah, yeah. Who told you to be a fucking racist in front of me?

“Cheer up, mister!”

“…Th, thank you.”

Marlang, being the kind girl she is, fluttered her maid dress skirt and patted the man’s shoulder.

Oh, look at that coachman’s face turning red?

Is he lusting after Marlang right now?

He looks like he’s in his 30s, and it’s disgusting to see him act like that.

“Marlang, let’s go.”

“Marlang~!”

As we were walking, Marlang slyly brought her lips close to my ear.

“Teacher, that person…”

“Do you feel sorry for him?”

“No, his eyes are impure! Should I kill him? Teacher?”

“…Hmm.”

When you look at it, Marlang is much more cruel than I am.

Is purity synonymous with cruelty?

For Marlang, there probably isn’t any difference between tearing off a person’s limbs and tearing off an ant’s limbs.

“We need a guide. Let’s use him until we find someone else.”

“Hmm, Guild Leader Sohi was nice, but it feels dirty when that person looks at me like that!”

“……”

What on earth did Guild Leader Sohi of the Saya Guild do with the immortal girl…

While pondering that question, I arrived at the most magnificent skyscraper building of Ruincrest Academy.

Ruincrest Academy.

The center of the Ruincrest layer and the largest district.

The center of wealth and fame.

And the birthplace of rebellion and subversive thoughts!

“It’s certainly big.”

“Marlang…”

The dazzling Ruincrest Academy was overwhelmingly larger and more splendid than any Ark building and facility I had ever seen.

The Academy building itself defied the laws of physics like a chandelier, focusing solely on splendor, and skyscrapers that retained the Victorian architectural style stood in rows like a forest.

Moreover, the most splendid thing was the light.

Even though it was daytime, the brilliant lights illuminating the Academy never seemed to go out, and the Academy’s light seemed much brighter than the Artificial Sun illuminating the layer.

“…It feels like all the GDP of the Nine Dragons residential zone has been poured into this place.”

Apparently, the capital and money Ruincrest Academy possesses are more than the combined income of all the citizens residing in the Nine Dragons residential zone.

“Marlang…sparkly.”

It seemed like this was the first time Marlang had seen such a splendid world, as her mouth was agape.

Watching her, I had complicated thoughts.

‘If these bastards took just 1 percent of their assets and distributed it to the lower layer, so many people wouldn’t have to starve to death or fall into crime.’

The lower layer was hell on earth until I properly managed it, but the upper layer and the central government had such unbelievable wealth as this Ruincrest layer?

Of course, the central administration has its own difficulties in solving problems throughout the Ark, but seeing the rich bastards in the upper layer enjoying such an absurd level of capital and wealth made me quite envious.

‘It’s ironic that even with such wealth, they can’t actually overturn the Ark or prepare for a full-scale rebellion.’

If I had the confidence, I would have openly declared and led a rebellion, but even Ruincrest Academy and the layer haven’t taken the initiative for a full-scale rebellion.

At first, I thought that if the layer and the Academy had so much money and capital, they might be able to overturn the Ark or take over the central administration and wield it as they pleased.

However, I heard that mediocre Second or Third-Class Overseers receive sponsorships from mega corps or collude with criminal organizations to manage their money because their income is unstable. Employees of the central administration or First-Class Overseers have such enormous income that money is virtually meaningless.

In the first place, the sole purpose of First-Class Overseers and the central administration is to maintain the order and maintenance of the Ark. I heard that a single First-Class Overseer has an income comparable to that of a mega corp?

It seems that Oriana was angry about the electricity bill not because of the money, but because she thought the Energy Management Corporation was trying to rip her off.

As I admired the Academy’s scenery, which was like brilliant starlight, and went inside, I finally saw Academy students wearing the same black coats as me.

Even though it was early in the morning, students were seen here and there.

“According to Franz’s philosophical process, this theory is…”

“Oh, really? That’s interesting. The theory I researched is the plastic string theory…”

The first students I saw were those discussing with books and hologram documents in their hands. I also saw students chatting and walking together.

Everyone was beautiful.

Since they were children from wealthy families, they must have undergone countless genetic manipulations and cosmetic procedures, so they all looked very polished.

“Oh, a face I’ve never seen before.”

“I agree. Such a pretty face like a doll.”

“Who is she? If she had such looks, she would have been quite famous…”

“The servant next to her looks quite tasty too.”

I mostly ignored the whispers of the female students as they looked at me.

Well, I don’t feel bad about being called pretty, but seeing them call Marlang tasty makes me think that I shouldn’t think of them as ordinary students.

‘It’s more peaceful than I thought for a center of rebellion and subversive thoughts. Of course, it’s too early to judge by appearances alone.’

Looking around, I briefly sat Marlang down on a chair and approached what looked like an information desk.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes, how may I help you, student?”

Student?

Looking at the unusually polite employee, I realized.

All the students at Ruincrest Academy are children of high-ranking nobles or wealthy tycoons.

The fact that the employees maintain such a low profile, as if they were servants or maids of nobles, is probably a survival tactic to avoid problems as much as possible.

“I’m Alice. My sponsor told me to come here…”

“Ah, just a moment.”

The employee floated a hologram document in the air and looked at something, then nodded, alternating between the photo in the document and me.

“You’re Alice, a special transfer student to Ruincrest Academy. Your sponsor is… Oriana Hailam. Is that correct?”

“Ah, yes.”

Was Oriana’s last name Hailam?

It’s probably an alias.

“The basic curriculum at Ruincrest Academy consists of mandatory education from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. From 2 p.m. onwards, Alice can autonomously adjust liberal arts subjects, including field practice.”

“So, can I go to class right now?”

“Yes, it’s unusual for transfer students or new students to join the Academy, but in Alice’s case, it’s a truly special situation, so I’ll guide you through the essential requirements and basic rules of the Academy.”

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While Alice was held up by the information desk employee, listening to various information about the Academy, Marlang sat on a spacious bench, staring blankly into the air.

“Marlang…”

Ruincrest Academy was too splendid for Marlang’s eyes.

The lower layer was now undergoing redevelopment and reconstruction, but the basic impression was dark and damp. The Nine Dragons residential zone was too complex and dense like a chicken coop, making it mentally exhausting.

But this place was different.

There was an abundance of space between spaces, and the gold pieces embalmed in the sky and the floating diamond fountain were so dazzling that it was dizzying just to look at them.

It’s not that Sohi didn’t have money, but she wasn’t the type to enjoy luxury, so for the immortal girls, including Marlang, such a splendid world was only found in fairy tales and animated movies.

However, the splendor of Ruincrest Academy was enough to blind Marlang.

Even though she wasn’t doing anything, Marlang felt happy just looking up at the Academy and admiring it.

“Marlang…”

However, as she sat still and time passed, Marlang felt a little stuffy.

It wasn’t that the space was uncomfortable or anything like that.

It was just that the clothes she was wearing were uncomfortable.

Usually, Marlang wore a combat suit made by mutating her own blood and flesh, or light casual clothes.

When she lived with Sohi, there were days when she didn’t wear any clothes at all, and the immortal girls, including Marlang, didn’t really like clothes themselves.

Basically, the immortal girls had endless regenerative and mutation abilities, and thanks to that, the energy in their bodies was replicated and consumed repeatedly, so their body temperature was much higher than that of ordinary humans.

“Hot…”

The clothes Marlang was wearing now were a Victorian-style maid outfit.

Since it was made of her own blood and flesh, there was no way it would have ventilation or cooling functions.

Except for the area above her neck and her hands, there was virtually no exposed skin, so from Marlang’s point of view, it was very stuffy.

So, while sitting on the chair, Marlang had to pull at the collar and fan herself, or lift the skirt that covered her ankles to cool her legs until Alice returned.

“Oh, there it is.”

“What’s there?”

“Let’s go together, you bastard.”

At that moment, Marlang felt a gaze and a voice directed at her and raised her head.

A group of people wearing Academy uniforms in a sloppy manner were approaching, staring straight at her.

A blonde man with tanned skin.

A blue-haired man who looked like a prince from a fairy tale.

“Wow. What a face?”

“Isn’t that the maid Clarice’s gang was bitching about?”

“Ah, the ones who tear apart anyone prettier than them? How pretty can she be… Wow, damn.”

Even though they were children from wealthy and noble families, Marlang thought that the words these guys were spouting were no different from those of back alley thugs.

Their tone and pitch were the same, and they didn’t seem like children from noble families at all.

“Hey, hello.”

The blonde, tanned nobleman sat next to Marlang without hesitation.

“I’m Dehite Arbentaine.”

“…?”

What’s that, you weeb.

“Pfft, hey, hey. She’s frozen and can’t say anything.”

“Oh, really. It’s no fun if you tell her from the start that you’re from the Arbentaine family.”

“What are you looking at, you bastards? Get lost!”

Marlang was just sitting there blankly because she didn’t even know who this Dehite was, but the man and his gang seemed to think that Marlang was shy.

Students who passed by frowned at Dehite and his gang, but Dehite was the son of a fairly successful high-ranking official, so the students who met his gaze immediately lowered their eyes.

“Hey, maid. Can’t you do that thing you did earlier?”

“…?”

“Hehe, hey. She doesn’t even seem to know that you’re from the Arbentaine family?”

“Doesn’t she just not know what the Arbentaine family is? It’s possible if she’s a dumb maid, right?”

“It’s even better if she’s dumb.”

Dehite grabbed the skirt that Marlang had been fluttering until just now and handed it to Marlang.

“Just do what you were doing earlier.”

“A little more…?”

“The thing you were fluttering your skirt. You were openly seducing me.”

“Hmm?”

“Haha, look at that cute expression.”

However, since it was true that she was hot, Marlang frowned slightly but still lifted her skirt.

It was too hot. And it was even hotter because this blonde guy and his gang were so close.

“Wow, her legs are white.”

“She’s barefoot?”

“Her face is cute. I want to fuck her.”

“Seriously, who is she? There’s no way we wouldn’t know if there was someone like this…”

“Maid, what’s your name?”

Marlang hesitated for a moment.

“…Marlang.”

“Why is your name like that?”

“It’s cute, though.”

“She must be someone’s pet.”

“Crazy. I don’t think she’s even wearing panties?”

“Really?”

“Hey, maid. Lift your skirt higher.”

“Are you crazy? Even if it’s you, you’ll attract attention if you do that here.”

“Then let’s take her somewhere else.”

Saying that, some of the gang grabbed Marlang’s wrist, pulled her up, and started dragging her somewhere.

Marlang felt strangely uncomfortable with Dehite and his gang’s actions and gazes.

It was okay when she was with Sohi, but these guys’ gazes felt dirty somehow.

However, she only vaguely felt uncomfortable. She didn’t even know exactly what situation she was in, so she just tilted her head.

In a short time, Marlang entered an empty classroom with few people, led by the blonde guy and his gang.

“Wow, she’s really pretty up close. I understand why Clarice’s gang was bitching about her.”

“Is this a person? Or a doll?”

“She’s a person. I scanned her and there are no traces of surgery or cybernetics.”

“Woo-hoo, lucky~”

Strangely, even though it was a classroom, there was a bed.

There’s also a shower room over there, and lots of strange equipment.

What’s that? Chains?

Is this a prison?

“Hey, but whose maid is this?”

“I don’t know.”

“What does it matter? Most of the maids brought here are just sex toys anyway.”

“I’ll go first.”

“Ah, really! You fucked Ellie first last time!”

“I’ll give you Ellie. There’s still a long time before class, so can’t we have some fun?”

“I’m in favor.”

“Are you sure it’s okay? What if we get caught by the disciplinary committee?”

“What are those guys going to do? We can have a duel if we have to.”

“Well, there’s no crazy bastard who would duel with the Arbentaine family.”

“Marl…ang?”

What should I do about this?

What are these guys even saying? Should I kill them?

A blade made of bone from under her skin muttered, ‘Should I kill them? Master?’ but Marlang wasn’t here to have fun, but to assist Alice’s infiltration mission.

In the first place, it was originally impossible for Marlang to come here.

It was only thanks to Alice’s consideration that Marlang came to the Ruincrest layer.

‘Hmm, I can’t cause trouble and make things difficult for Teacher.’

Meanwhile, Dehite slowly started to lift Marlang’s skirt.

As her white and soft legs were revealed, and soon her white thighs were exposed to the air defenselessly, Marlang felt a little cool.

“Ha, I brought her here because I was bored, but I hit the jackpot. Hey, do you have that sensory drug we used last time?”

“I still have some left. About 8 doses.”

“Let’s use it all today.”

“You want to use it all on her? Won’t her brain explode?”

“It’s worth it, isn’t it?”

“I guess so.”

Marlang decided to endure it for now.

It’s a little disgusting and unpleasant, but I have to endure it for Alice Teacher.

-Bang!

At that moment, the classroom door opened as if it would break.

It was Alice.

“What? Where did you come from, you slut?”

“Oh, she’s pretty too?”

“Ah, is that the maid’s owner?”

“That’s good. Hey, you over there. I’m Dehite Arbentaine, can I use your maid? Or do you want to have some fun together? I’ll make sure you’re not disappointed…”

However, before Dehite could finish speaking, Alice’s white glove flew towards Dehite’s cheek.

Dehite wasn’t an ordinary delinquent, so he reflexively grabbed the glove that was flying towards him.

“Come out.”

Alice’s eyes were cold, but from Dehite’s point of view, it was absurd.

What did she just do to me, the eldest son of the Arbentaine family?

Is she acting up just because she’s pretty?

“…Ha, this is a crazy bitch?”

“Wow, Dehite is popular.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

The act of throwing a glove.

A declaration of a duel.

Duel trial.

No one present was ignorant of its meaning.

“Come out.”

“Ha, alright. Looks like I’ll be bagging two bitches today.”