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    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
    111

    Despite the minor commotion,
    preparations for the duel proceeded as usual.

    Among the students taking this
    Combat Studies class, if one were to ask who the strongest was, two
    names always came up first.

    Lucy Allen of the Allen Family
    and Frey Kent of the Kent Family.

    In these class duels, Lucy
    consistently overpowered Frey.

    No matter how aggressively
    Frey attacked, everything was rendered useless against Lucy Allen’s
    shield.

    Like a turtle hiding in its
    shell, Lucy would defend against all attacks and then counterattack
    decisively, leaving Frey with no chance to retaliate.

    When Jack first witnessed one
    of their duels, he felt a mix of awe and envy.

    Who is Frey Kent?

    Among the countless youths on
    the continent, she is known for possessing the most extraordinary
    martial prowess.

    Jack had faced Frey Kent once
    at a tournament and he learned just how incredible her skills were.

    Jack couldn’t even land a
    scratch on her.

    Regardless of how he wielded
    his spear or what strategies he employed, nothing worked.

    In the face of Frey Kent’s
    overwhelming speed, everything Jack had was just child’s play.

    He had to be thankful he
    didn’t die in front of her storm of swords.

    At that time, Jack outwardly
    claimed he lost because of a lack of effort, but that wasn’t the
    truth.

    He had already surrendered
    internally.

    No matter how hard he tried,
    he believed he could never defeat Frey.

    He had come to the conclusion
    that it was impossible to pierce through that genius, who had reached
    the pinnacle of talent, with his spear.

    However, Jack didn’t
    particularly envy Frey.

    How could anyone be jealous of
    someone born with unrivalled talent from the start?

    Frey Kent was destined to
    stand above others from the beginning.

    She was a genius with
    unmatched talent.

    Everyone said so, and Jack
    believed it too.

    But that wasn’t the case.

    What was perceived as Frey
    standing above everyone was merely because people decided it was so.

    Lucy Allen had effortlessly
    drawn Frey Kent back to human levels.

    Lucy, who until recently had
    been called the disgrace of the Allen Family.

    She caused trouble everywhere
    in and outside the social circles, and if it weren’t for Benedict
    Allen’s reputation, people said she would have long lost her head.

    The same Lucy who had rumours
    spread by her former teacher saying there would never again be
    another idiot like her.

    That weak little kid who would
    pant heavily just halfway up the stairs to the second floor.

    She had brought down the
    genius acclaimed as the best on the continent.

    At first, people dismissed it
    as a fluke.

    Wasn’t it?

    No matter how much Lucy Allen
    had changed, the idea of her defeating Frey Kent was absurd!

    It simply didn’t make sense.

    People said Frey must have let
    her guard down. Others insisted Frey was in poor condition.

    Rumours spread, but Lucy Allen
    proved herself again and again.

    Defeating Frey Kent once
    again.

    Lucy Allen, who has no friends
    around to tell her the gossip, would be unaware.

    Regardless of her character,
    more people were starting to recognize her skills.

    There are those beginning to
    take notice of the grandeur embedded in the Allen family’s bloodline.

    Frey Kent and Lucy Allen stand
    facing each other.

    The outcome of their sparring
    match will likely be no different this time either.

    Lucy Allen will once again
    prove herself.

    As Jack recalled this fact, he
    ground his teeth in jealousy that surged within him.

    ‘Talent.

    In the end, is it all about
    talent?

    No matter how hard I try,
    without talent, I cannot defeat Lucy Allen, Frey Kent, or Arthur
    Soladin?!

    What’s the point of giving a
    speech as the freshman representative?

    People don’t acknowledge me!

    They praise Arthur Soladin’s
    knowledge.

    They gossip about Lucy Allen’s
    transformation.

    They exclaim in admiration for
    Frey Kent’s sword!

    Would things have been
    different if it were my older brother?

    Could I have run alongside
    those shining stars?

    Having been robbed of talent
    by my older brother, will I never be more than a cog in the machine?

    I…

    I…’

    Frey took in the sight of Lucy
    standing with her shield raised in front of her.

    There were several small
    scratches on the shield.

    The armour was in similar
    condition.

    Although she was pretending to
    be as relaxed as usual, there was a fatigue evident in her eyes.

    Lucy was not in her usual
    state.

    It was obvious.

    Considering her stamina, which
    could rival that of professional knights, the fact that Lucy was
    feeling tired clearly meant something had happened last night.

    Normally, a knight would be
    considerate of their opponent’s condition in such a moment.

    But Frey didn’t care about
    such things.

    Why should she be concerned
    about the opponent’s state?

    What mattered to her was
    pushing Lucy into a corner as much as possible.

    By doing so, she’d make Lucy
    speak more.

    And then, Frey would feel a
    bubbling excitement rising along her spine.

    Winning would be great if
    possible, of course.

    ‘Hmm? Since Lucy isn’t in
    good shape, isn’t this a chance worth taking?

    And I’ve got the opportunity
    to press her first.

    Alright. Today, I’ll win.

    And then I’ll get under Lucy’s
    skin. Then Lucy will retort more harshly next time.

    It’s a perfect plan.’

    Frey revelled in her own
    thoughts and gripped her sword with both hands.

    “Are both sides ready?”

    “Yes.”

    “Ready.”

    “I’ve confirmed it. Let’s
    begin the duel.”

    Still no openings.

    Despite being worn out, Lucy
    is still Lucy.

    She has trained herself to be
    able to fight as usual even in extreme conditions.

    Frey didn’t expect Lucy to
    show any weaknesses from the start.

    To create an opening, she
    would have to strike that solid turtle shell countless times to make
    a crack.

    With that resolve, Frey rushed
    at Lucy without a moment’s hesitation.

    What’s needed against Lucy is
    not a strong attack.

    It must be quick and frequent.

    An attack that can shake her
    concentration.

    An assault that would draw the
    turtle out of its shell.

    No sooner had Frey swung her
    sword than Lucy’s shield came forward to meet it.

    It was as if she could read
    Frey’s mind with her precise movements.

    ‘As expected of Lucy.

    She knows exactly how to make
    things hardest for me.’

    As her sword bounced off,
    numerous thoughts swirled in Frey’s mind.

    ‘How should I swing my sword
    this time? Where should I aim?

    What attack will make Lucy
    impatient?’

    “Sloppy Swordsman♡ You
    must not know the word ‘progress’♡ You’re a fool who only knows
    how to swing a sword, and even that swordplay is garbage♡ You’re
    stupid♡ and dull♡ Puhuhu♡”

    Laughter.

    The sound pierced through
    every noise in the crowded training ground, drilling into her ears.

    Frey felt her heart pounding
    as she smirked.

    ‘This time, I’ll crush Lucy.

    I’ll make sure she ends up
    sprawled on the ground, in tears.

    Definitely.’

    ‘I feel like I’m going to
    die from exhaustion.’

    ‘Moving is one thing, being
    tired is another.’

    Maybe it was because I kept
    moving non-stop since last night.

    Fatigue had built up all over
    her body.

    When I close my eyes on the
    bed, I feel like I could sleep deeply until the sun rises and sets
    again.

    Thanks to that, the duel with
    Frey was quite dangerous.

    There were moments when my
    mind went blank and I couldn’t think.

    If the [Iron Wall] Skill
    hadn’t constantly told me where to position my shield, I would’ve
    lost to Frey.

    Normally, I wouldn’t have
    cared much if I lost to her, but this was an exam.

    Even though the duel class
    exam focuses on the content of the duel rather than winning or
    losing, it still bothered me.

    Somehow, I managed to get
    through the duel exam well enough, and with just one more exam left
    today, I’m almost free from today’s schedule.

    In fact, this subject’s exam
    doesn’t really feel like an exam.

    For the Dungeon Studies exam,
    if you’ve cleared above the 30th floor of the Dungeon during the
    first semester at the Academy, you get a perfect score for the
    midterms. Even if I go to the exam hall, there won’t be an exam for
    me, right?

    Originally, there was no need
    for me to go, but I had no choice this time.

    I had to go to the Dungeon
    Studies exam location to observe who was being manipulated by Nacrad.

    In the game version of Soul
    Academy, an event occurs during the midterms right at the moment of
    the Dungeon Studies exam.

    During the exam, a mysterious
    dungeon entrance suddenly appears, and monsters come out of it.

    Later on, it was revealed that
    the reason for the sudden dungeon appearance at the Academy was
    because a student, under the influence of the Apostle of the Evil
    God, used a Magic Tool.

    Probably during this Dungeon
    Studies exam, a student will use a Magic Tool again.

    Originally, since I destroyed
    the dungeon, there shouldn’t have been any order from the Apostle,
    but that bastard Nacrad created a new dungeon by cheating.

    No doubt he gave the student
    something that can connect to a Dungeon as a gift.

    The student will use the Magic
    Tool as instructed by Nacrad without knowing anything, but nothing
    will happen.

    Because I destroyed that
    dungeon.

    When I think about it, it’s
    horrifying.

    What would’ve happened if
    Adri’s Mansion, which shouldn’t exist at this time, had gone
    rampant and let the monsters inside spill out?

    Even if the professors
    responded immediately, there would still be a lot of damage.

    Many students would’ve
    gotten hurt,

    Adri would’ve been hunted
    down, and Bisi would’ve been sad.

    Though I endured some hardship
    last night, it was definitely the right choice to go save Adri.

    At times like this, I should
    thank Armadi.

    Without him, who knows what
    choice I would’ve made.

    Hehe! Just for today, I’ll
    call him Lord Armadi!

    Isn’t this good enough?

    Lost in random thought to
    forget my fatigue, I arrived at the Dungeon Studies exam location.
    From a distance, I noticed Joy talking with other ladies, and then
    she walked toward me.

    “Lady Allen.”

    As always, Joy’s expression
    was fierce.

    Even if she greeted me
    normally, she had an imposing aura.

    It wasn’t unusual for her to
    not look particularly pleased.

    Knowing this, I still wondered
    why she looked even more displeased than usual.

    ‘Yes, Joy.’

    “What’s up, Airhead
    Lady?”

    “What were you doing out
    of the dormitory last night?”

    Huh?

    How does she know I wasn’t at
    the dormitory last night?

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