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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
110

The students of the Academy do
not share a strong sense of solidarity with each other.

Although they all feel like
fellow students who entered the Academy in the same year, that’s
about it.

Since they don’t sit in the
same classroom and listen to the same people continuously, but
instead move from room to room attending the classes they want, it’s
hard to form a bond within the same grade.

Close friends might care, but
for others, it’s natural to become indifferent.

Because of that, if someone is
absent, only the professor would care, while the students show little
interest.

However, just before the 9 AM
midterm exam for History was about to start, the students attending
that class felt the absence of one person.

The Lady, who stands out among
the first-year students of Soul Academy.

Lucy Allen had not shown up
yet.

It was a strange occurrence.

She had never missed a class
before.

Although, when she attended
classes, she spent more time looking at her desk than the blackboard,
she at least consistently participated.

Why would she suddenly not
show up for the exam?

Though most of it was not
good, Lucy Allen had always been at the centre of rumours.

Naturally, many students
wondered why.

Why didn’t she come?

Is it because she wasn’t
confident about the exam?

Did she run away because she
couldn’t use unfair means?

Is she pretending to be sick
to avoid the exam?

Come to think of it, there
were rumours yesterday that the Dormitory Supervisor was looking for
Lucy Allen.

She wasn’t in the dormitory
yesterday? What kind of strange situation is she tangled up in now?

While the students murmured,
the door opened, and the History professor entered the classroom.

With his white hair and
wrinkled face, he leaned on his cane and slowly walked in, glancing
around at the students.

“Is someone missing?”

The person he was referring to
was the same one the students were talking about.

It wasn’t that the professor
was a zealous teacher who memorised every student’s face. Rather,
the bold Lady who called him Old Professor had simply left a lasting
impression.

How often does a renowned
historian hear the insult that he’s a doddering old man?

“I don’t know what the
reason could be, but an exam is an exam. Even if she’s late, it can’t
be helped…”

Bam!

As the History professor
continued his statement about sticking to the rules, the back door
flew open, and someone appeared.

Wearing armour marked with the
traces of battle, carrying a shield larger than an average male torso
on her back, and hair wildly tangled from rushing, it was Lucy Allen.

The very person who had just
been the centre of attention in this classroom entered, panting and
sweeping her hair back.

“Lady Allen? What on earth
is with that appearance?”

Despite the professor’s
startled reaction to her combat-ready look, Lucy Allen remained
unfazed.

“What is it, Old Professor?”

“Why are you wearing armour
for the exam?”

“There’s no rule against
wearing armour, is there? Or are you just confused due to your
delirium? Otherwise, I don’t see a problem.”

The History professor bit his
lip.

He had a lot to say.

Even if it wasn’t against the
rules, wasn’t there something called decorum and common sense?

Coming to take an exam in
battle gear and intimidating other students in the process, how could
that make any sense?

There were countless other
things he could argue about as well.

But the History professor
stayed silent.

From his experience, he knew
that saying one word too many would lead to hearing several more of
her sharp retorts.

As he grew older, he had
become more sensitive and didn’t want to engage in a war of words
with such a brazen student, enduring emotional wounds in the process.

“Sit in the empty seat.
We’ll start the exam shortly.”

‘Excuse me?’

“Hey, you. You have an
extra pen, right? I’ll be gracious enough to use your sloppy pen, so
hand it over.”

“Y-yes!”

Thanks to the cooperation of
the student sitting in front of me, I secured a pen. I took off my
gauntlet, placed it beside me, and stretched.

Phew,
I really thought I was going to be late for the exam.

Armadi gave me a quest to rank
first in the Academy exam, and I almost blew it.

If it were an ordinary quest,
it wouldn’t matter much, but I can’t risk losing this one since it
rewards an inventory function.

The potential uses for the
Inventory Function are endless.

For instance, if I had an
inventory right now, I could’ve removed my armour and changed into my
uniform!

That way, I wouldn’t have to
hear murmurs like, “What was she just up to?” “Did she
smash something?” “Scary.” “It would’ve been
better if she didn’t come at all!”

Sigh.
People whispering isn’t anything new, so I’ll just ignore it.

Rather than that, I should
open the log feature and get a look at the exam content ahead of
time.

Smiling at the thought of
legally cheating, I opened the log window, but what I saw was filled
with completely unexpected text.

-Trash♡

-Garbage♡

-Loser♡

-Old Hag♡

The log window was filled with
the content from the recent battle at Adri’s mansion and the
conversations that took place during it.

Huh?

Wha-wha-what?!

Panicking at the thought, I
quickly scrolled up the log window and saw the word at the top,
“Trash Knight♡,” and banged my head on the desk.

This is unbelievable.

No, this is just wrong.

How did the log window fill up
completely just from the continuous battle from yesterday evening
through the night?!

Where did the contents of the
history textbook I read go?!

You useless log window!

Give me back the contents of
the notes I desperately recorded for my studies!

Is it going to be an
incompetent and useless feature in reality just like in the game?!

Am I going to be a loser in
life?!

You should at least be useful
at times like this! You trash feature!

‘…Grandpa. Please, save
me!’

If this keeps up, I’ll end up
gambling with my history exam sheet instead of actually taking the
exam!

I mean, even then, I might
score somewhat decently, but there’s no guarantee I’ll secure the top
rank in the Academy midterms!

So, help me! Grandpa!

‘But…’

Noooo, Grandpa!

Don’t be so harsh on me!

I was wrong!

I promise I won’t do this next
time! Please!

Despite my desperate pleas,
the stingy Grandpa remained resolute.

Are you still holding a grudge
about being stuffed in the bathroom toilet?

It’s been days since that
happened, shouldn’t a Legendary Paladin let go of something like
that?!

Darn it. Looks like I have no
choice.

Given the situation, I’ll
leave my History exam to the Dice God.

With another exorcism of
Agra’s Curse, my luck stat should have improved since the last exam,
so I should score above average.

Satisfied with that for the
History exam, I’ll focus on getting high marks in my other exams.

As I steeled myself and was
assigning numbers to each side of my pen, Grandpa quietly spoke up.

‘…What is it?’

Argh! Grandpa!

Setting a condition I hate the
most as a bet for my exam score!

How wicked!

Isn’t there any Buddha in this
world?

Of course not!

With that sloppy Armadi
posturing as a deity, how could I expect mercy from the heavens!

‘Alright.’

I hesitated for a moment but
quickly gave my answer.

I had already been thinking
that familiarising myself with the basics would be beneficial.

Plus, I needed something to do
while training to increase my magic power at night.

It would definitely be a
tedious and boring task, but I should at least give it a try.

‘Don’t worry. I’ll keep
my promise.’

Even though I initially
refused, once I make a promise, I keep it.

With [Unyielding Will], once I
start studying, I should be able to continue.

Probably.

Jack looked over at the girl
sitting in a corner, nodding off.

Her eyes were weary from
exhaustion.

A tired face with her mouth
hanging open.

A small girl showing no signs
of tension.

With her eyes closed and not
saying a word, she looked almost like a doll in a display cabinet,
she was beautiful.

Lucy Allen.

At least when she kept her
mouth shut, she was bearable.

Once she started talking, it
would be a catastrophe.

Jack still didn’t like Lucy
Allen, even though quite some time had passed since the previous
incident.

He couldn’t stand her
reckless actions, driven by her belief in her own genius, which
irritated him on some level.

But, from now on, she wouldn’t
be able to be so arrogant.

He had heard that she
practically didn’t attend her classes properly this semester.

Moreover, no one had seen her
studying on her own. No matter how brilliant Lucy Allen may be, she
cannot achieve good grades without even opening a book properly.

She will finally pay the price
for her laziness this time.

‘I’m curious to see what
kind of face she’ll make when she realises she’s fallen behind
those she looked down on.

Heh. When that day comes, I
wonder how I should mock her.’

“Next! Lady Lucy Allen of
the Allen Family! And Lady Frey Kent of the Kent Family!”

After the duel between the two
students ended, the Combat Studies teacher, Anton, called out the
next candidates for the exam.

Even though Anton’s voice was
quite loud, Lucy Allen did not wake up.

Did she stay up all night
studying to make up for her usual laziness?

While Jack thought how
pathetic she was, Frey Kent walked over to Lucy Allen and pressed her
cheek firmly.

The surrounding students were
shocked by the rudeness towards the infamous hot-tempered Lucy Allen,
but Frey Kent didn’t care at all.

“Wake up.”

When Frey Kent prodded her
cheek again, Lucy Allen’s eyes opened.

As soon as she woke up, Lucy
Allen pounced on Frey Kent, pinning her down and raising her fist.

It was a perfect ambush that
left Frey no chance to resist.

Even with the impact of
falling down, Frey Kent didn’t frown and spoke in her usual calm
voice.

“The duel hasn’t started
yet.”

Only then did Lucy Allen snap
out of it and get off her. There was no apology.

“Her attitude is really
nasty.”

“No matter how bad waking up
made her feel, wasn’t that too much?”

While some students whispered
about what they saw, Jack didn’t listen to their chatter.

That wasn’t just venting
frustration. It’s more of an unconscious reaction.

What kind of training does the
Knight of the Allen Family undergo to react like that?

Incredible.

No wonder they became the
continent’s most renowned knight family.

As Lucy Allen stepped back,
Frey Kent stood up and brushed the dirt off her clothes before
speaking.

“Lucy.”

“What do you want, Sloppy
Swordsman?”

“Can I take the first move?”

“Do as you please.”

She seemed more pleased about
getting the first move than being attacked just now.

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