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‘No need to apologise. It
won’t stop me anyway.’

Grandpa, do you still have
your senses within the mace? Like touch and smell, for instance?

I’m really curious about that
right now.

So, I need to satisfy my
curiosity.

If I shove the mace’s head
into the trash can, what will come out of your mouth?

‘Grandpa, you need to be
honest with your words. Wasn’t it you, Grandpa, who caused our
initial disagreement?’

I don’t understand why a
paladin who was once called a hero and ruled the continent talks so
much now.

‘Are you scared?’

A few days later, I returned
to the estate and was living a similar life to the one I had before
leaving for the dungeon.

Since reaching level 10 inside
the dungeon, my stat increase limits have risen accordingly.

I planned to max out my stats
before taking the Academy exam, so I continued training without a
single moment of rest.

Following the [Iron Wall]
skill’s guidance, I deflected Karl’s sword strike and tightened my
grip on the mace.

Until now, I had been on the
defensive due to the difference in skill levels, but it’s different
this time.

Karl is showing an opening.

I can finally land a hit!

Though I intended to continue
my offensive, I took Grandpa’s advice and stepped back instead.

Karl, raising an eyebrow
slightly, moved his sword again.

Grandpa was right.

What I thought was an opening
was actually not.

It was merely a trap to lure
me in.

While Grandpa may nag a lot
usually, he’s a hero with lots of experience in these matters.

If only he could always show
this cool side.

Over the past few days, living
with Grandpa, I’ve realised he’s a person whose mindset stopped at
the moment of his death.

The period when he was a hero
was roughly three hundred years ago, so it’s needless to say how
old-fashioned this Grandpa is.

As a paladin and noble, this
grandpa picks at everything.

Every time I do something, he
says a little girl shouldn’t behave like that.

He complains that my walk
lacks elegance.

Manners during meals, and so
on.

At first, I tried to tolerate
it, but after two or three days of this, I couldn’t take it anymore.

So, I asked him if he wanted
to go back into the trash can, and he became a bit more subdued than
before.

However, that didn’t change
the fact that he was a bothersome Grandpa.

How annoying it is for him to
continually comment on my actions.

Honestly, I wanted to throw
away this mace containing Grandpa’s spirit, but I couldn’t.

His advice was too useful.

When it came to using the mace
in combat, his counsel was unparalleled in history.

It was as if he could foresee
the future, guiding me on how to move several steps ahead.

Following his advice, I would
naturally realise it was indeed the best course of action.

His help wasn’t only limited
to combat.

He was also beneficial in
improving my mace skills.

His tips on how to better
wield the mace were on a much higher level than what my blunt weapon
mastery indicated.

By swinging the mace as he
instructed, I could feel my proficiency with the weapon increasing at
an accelerated pace.

A weapon that’s helpful in
both battles and training!

How could I possibly give up
such an overwhelmingly efficient gift? Even if Grandpa’s nagging
causes female hair loss, I have to endure it for efficiency.

If you’re a seasoned player,
you sometimes need to endure and tolerate!

“Miss!”

I stopped moving as I was
intensely sparring with Karl when I heard a distant call from my
maid.

“It’s the time you’ve
mentioned!”

“Already?”

I was just starting to warm
up, and now I need to stop?

I feel like I’d be more
refreshed if I could work out for another two hours and sweat a bit
more.

As regretful as it is, I
didn’t have a choice.

I had something to do today.

As I lowered the hand holding
the shield, Karl also sheathed his sword at his waist.

“Ending early today, are
we?”

‘Because I have a place to
go…’

“I plan to go out. You
should get ready too.”

I need to wash off this sweat
and change my clothes.

I can’t go out looking this
grimy.

I wouldn’t mind, but Benedict
would throw a fit.

I have to be considerate.

“Miss, you’re beautiful
as always.”

This sloppy knight at it
again. Didn’t I tell him not to say I’m pretty?

Before my furrowed brow could
fully form, the voice of Grandpa from the mace in my pocket
intervened.

‘Grandpa. Shut up.’

What guy would be happy to be
told he’s pretty?

Grandpa, just because I’m
forced to wear these feminine clothes right now doesn’t mean I like
it.

If you keep talking nonsense,
won’t it make me angry? Will it not?

‘I’ve given up on him.’

I’ve scolded him countless
times for his foolish remarks, but he never changes.

He seems to believe that
saying such cheesy and filthy things is part of being a knight.

I realised I couldn’t convince
someone so delusional, so I decided to just ignore whatever Karl
says.

Anyway, he only says that at
first; eventually, he focuses on his guarding duties and keeps his
mouth shut.

‘Grandpa, should I throw you
into the waste bin again?’

This Grandpa really knows what
lines not to cross.

It’s not like I’ve lost my
mind and want to wear a skirt.

This is all Benedict’s
decision.

Although Benedict usually lets
me do whatever I want, he’s unyielding about what I wear.

“You can wear anything
you like in the mansion, but outside, please dress like a lady.”

I certainly didn’t like his
request, so I threw tantrums, told him I hated him, and even used
some aegyo (acting cute) on him, but Benedict remained
uncharacteristically stubborn.

What could I do?

In the end, I’m under
Benedict’s care.

If he doesn’t allow it, I have
no choice but to follow his words.

So, whenever I go outside the
mansion, I have to wear clothes that a noble lady in a fantasy world
would typically wear.

I tried to reassure myself by
thinking that I’ll have to wear the academy’s uniform once I enter,
so this is just preparation.

However, I am not wearing the
clothes that originally belonged to Lucy.

All of Lucy’s clothes were
too extravagant and gaudy for me.

While I had to dress like a
lady, I couldn’t bring myself to wear overly frilly clothes, so I
asked Benedict to have new clothes made for me.

Even though the new clothes
included flowing skirts, making the act of wearing them shameful, it
didn’t change the fact that I needed to get used to them.

It seemed like it would take a
long time for me to get accustomed to wearing skirts.

Although they suit me on the
outside, it feels different for the person wearing them. The absence
of the tight fit of pants makes me feel so uneasy.

Humans are adaptable
creatures, so I know I’ll get used to it eventually…

Honestly, I fear the day when
that happens.

‘To the church.’

‘Yes, the Church ofArmadi.’

The one where you’re
registered as a saint, Grandpa.

I have to report that we have
lifted Agra’s Curse, don’t I?

By lifting the curse, I
incurred the penalty of Agra’s Glares, so I should at least collect
my due rewards.

If I get the recognition from
the Church ofArmadi for breaking Agra’s Curse, I can get one of the
church’s symbols in our hands, and my reputation might improve a
bit.

Maybe.

I don’t want to live as an
outcast!

Since I’ve ended up in the
world of Soul Academy, I want to get closer to the characters I
liked!

I know the road ahead is long
and arduous, but I can’t give up on this!

This is practically the only
driving force in my life right now!

Before long, we arrived at the
Church ofArmadi in the Allen Family’s territory.

Since the Allen Family itself
is quite expansive, the church here was far from small.

Two intricate statues stood at
the entrance, with a massive door adorned with various carvings.

Moreover, the stained glass
painted on the windows was spectacular.

I was inwardly amazed by the
majestic appearance of the church, which would have undoubtedly been
a tourist spot in the real world.

Even though I thought it was
impressive in the game, seeing it in reality was truly overwhelming.

I wonder how much money it
took to build this place.

“I’m sorry. We’re still
preparing for the service. You might have to come back later.”

As soon as we entered the
chapel, a priest waiting near the entrance approached us.

Intending to send us back due
to the early hour, he suddenly took a few steps back in shock after
recognizing my face.

“…Miss Lucy?”

What’s with that reaction?
There must be more to it than just my bad reputation.

Could Lucy have done something
to you?

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