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    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
    178

    The day after, after kicking
    the punching bag’s third leg and knocking him out.

    As always, I was raiding the
    dungeon.

    I had already reached the 39th
    Floor.

    Originally, I planned to stop
    around the 34th to 35th Floor and rest, but I continued moving
    desperately even after achieving my goal.

    I had no idea how the Georg
    Family would react.

    Even if he was a brainless
    pedophilic pervert, he was still the eldest son of the Georg Family.

    Since I had thoroughly
    trampled on him, it was likely the Georg Family would respond in some
    way.

    Knowing the personalities of
    their members, I could roughly guess how the situation might unfold.

    First, the current Head of the
    Georg Family is capable but weak-willed and timid.

    Standing at a crossroads, he
    would deliberate until the last moment before making the best choice.

    He would likely be unable to
    decide easily this time as well.

    The complexity of the issue
    aside, more importantly, the opponent was the Allen Family. If the
    Head of the Georg Family acts as he usually does, he might ponder for
    at least a week.

    So, does that mean I have time
    to relax?

    No. There’s one more issue.

    The matriarch of the Georg
    Family.

    She is the complete opposite
    of the head. Impulsive, incompetent, and supports whatever her son
    does. She is probably the biggest reason the Punching Bag (Mark)
    turned out to be such a pathetic human.

    Surely, seeing her son’s
    condition, she will raise her voice in anger.

    The Head of the Georg Family
    is weak against his wife’s demands. If she nags him daily, the
    decision time could be considerably shortened.

    This is as far as I can
    predict.

    What decision the Head of the
    Georg Family will ultimately make is unknown.

    Well, honestly, most outcomes
    don’t bother me.

    But depending on the case, I
    might not be able to enter the Menestail Dungeon anymore.

    That would be a problem. I
    don’t know what will happen if I can’t complete the quest given by
    Armadi. And frankly, I don’t want to find out.

    So, I was running desperately
    to finish before the Head of the Georg Family acted.

    Today’s goal is the 46th
    floor.

    It’s the place where the
    hidden section of the Menestail Dungeon and the location where
    Alsatine’s master stayed.

    Today, I will reach there and
    finish everything by tomorrow, then leave Menestail.

    It will be a forced march, but
    that’s fine.

    I am very used to gruelling
    hard work.

    We emerged from the Menestail
    Dungeon as the sun set and the moon took its place.

    We informed the weary guard of
    our exit and headed straight to our lodgings without stopping by the
    Menestail Guild.

    The gains from the loot were
    negligible, so we decided to rest a bit more instead.

    We had to continue the forced
    march right away the next morning.

    “You’re late.”

    The person who greeted us when
    we returned to the inn was not Nicki. It wasn’t the usual man at the
    counter either.

    It was someone I anticipated
    meeting someday, but didn’t expect to see like this.

    The current Head of the Georg
    Family.

    Meb Georg.

    He was not only the man who
    significantly revitalised the streets of Menestail Dungeon with his
    talents, but also a genius mage acknowledged even within the Magic
    Empire full of skilled magicians.

    Had it not been for his
    characteristic indecisiveness, he might have achieved renown across
    the entire continent.

    He was sitting alone on a
    shabby chair in front of the counter, and rose to his feet when he
    saw my face.

    Why is this man here?

    The same man who couldn’t take
    any action until a situation was right in front of him due to his
    chronic indecisiveness?

    Was his wife’s nagging that
    severe?

    Damn it. The fact that he
    moved alone without any guards means he judged this matter to be
    extremely serious!

    “I apologise for visiting so
    abruptly, Lady Allen. Given the urgency of the matter, I hope you
    understand why proper etiquette was forgone.”

    As I bit my lip, I thought;
    This is troublesome.

    As long as they don’t touch
    anything related to the Menestail Dungeon, I don’t care what else
    happens.

    Certainly, having Benedict as
    my backer helps, but my current network is not something to belittle
    either.

    I am friends with the Lady of
    the Partan Family.

    The Third Prince of the
    Soladin Kingdom.

    The current Saint of the
    Church of Armadi.

    They are influential figures
    who can make most troubles disappear.

    So, all I need to do is steer
    the conversation away from the Menestail Dungeon.

    I should discuss this with
    grandpa.

    “I apologise, Lady Allen. My
    foolish son has caused you great trouble.”

    The rapid thoughts in my head
    came to a halt as soon as the Head of the Georg Family bowed his
    head.

    What?

    Weren’t you here to talk
    about the violence inflicted on your son? Why are you bowing all of a
    sudden?

    Of course, I consider my
    actions to be self-defence, but I can’t imagine they see it that way.

    “Fortunately, Lady Allen’s
    quick judgement has turned this incident into a minor accident
    between the two. If it weren’t for your swift decision, Benedict
    Allen would have descended upon this place.”

    The mention of Benedict’s name
    jolted my previously frozen thoughts back into motion.

    Benedict.

    Haha. Just what kind of
    mischief have you gotten up to across the continent?

    Why does the Head of the Georg
    Family, a man deserving of the title ‘genius mage,’ get flustered
    at the mere mention of your name?

    In any case, thanks. Because
    of you, it looks like this situation will be resolved smoothly.

    “In the name of Georg, we
    will provide every possible convenience during your stay in our
    territory. And of course, I’ll properly educate my foolish son. So
    please, could you explain this matter well to Sir Benedict Allen?”

    ‘Since you put it that way,
    I’ll make sure to speak to Benedict on your behalf.’

    “It seems there’s no
    helping it, given how terrified the cowardly Count is of my idiot
    father. Don’t worry; I’ll talk to my idiot father to make sure
    the Count doesn’t wet his pants.”

    Despite Meg, the Head of the
    Georg Family, now being branded as a cowardly count thanks to the
    [Mesugaki] Skill, he merely gave an awkward smile, showing no signs
    of anger.

    Since he already regarded
    himself as being in a weaker position, he couldn’t respond
    strongly.

    “Thank you for
    understanding, Lady Allen.”

    ‘It’s nothing. Don’t
    worry about it.’

    “I just felt so sorry for
    the Count looking so pale. Puh-haha. Really, don’t worry about it.”

    Under normal circumstances,
    upon seeing Count Georg’s trembling lips, I would have cursed the
    [Mesugaki] Skill.

    It’s not just some average
    young master; this is a Count with power, status, and real
    influence—earning his ire isn’t something to be taken lightly.

    But it’s alright now. After
    all, once this is over, there’s no reason for me to return to this
    city.

    Naturally, there’d be no
    reason to meet Count Georg again either. So, even if he ends up
    hating me, it won’t cause any issues!

    Sigh.
    Things turned out well.

    Now, there’s no need to
    enter the dungeon again tomorrow.

    After running around all day,
    my body is exhausted. It would be better to rest for a day or two,
    recover completely, and then go back into the dungeon.

    “Yes, that sounds like a
    good idea.”

    With Count Georg offering his
    apologies, an unexpected evening of rest greeted them.

    Feeling tired in many ways,
    Lucy retired early to bed, while Alsatine sat alone in the living
    room, sipping on some alcohol.

    It had been a tough day.

    Alsatine was not someone who
    neglected his training.

    The person who took him in and
    taught him during his childhood always emphasised the importance of
    strength, and Alsatine, having been saved by his mentor, never once
    disobeyed her teachings.

    However, all that training was
    to live as an informant.

    It wasn’t the type of rigorous
    training that knights, who put everything into their physical
    prowess, underwent.

    ‘It was no surprise that
    Karl had extraordinary stamina.

    From his time at Soul Academy,
    he was recognized as a promising talent, and right after graduation,
    he joined the strongest knight family, the Allens, and continued to
    develop his abilities.

    It would be strange if he
    didn’t exhibit such capabilities.

    But still. What in the world
    was Lady Allen?

    Just a year ago, she was a
    troublemaker. How could she possess such astonishing physical
    strength now?

    Even if she inherited the
    Allen Family’s blood, this… this is just abnormal.’

    Having to desperately keep up
    with the two of them to meet his mentor, Alsatine was now halfway to
    exhaustion.

    Perhaps the only fortunate
    thing for him was that they were resting instead of entering the
    dungeon again tomorrow. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had this small
    reprieve.

    “Can’t sleep?”

    After coming back from the
    dungeon, Karl had entered the training room and worked out for a long
    time before washing up and stepping out. Alsatine looked at him with
    a sense of weariness.

    ‘Were all Knights of the
    Allen Family like this? Or was this guy just exceptional?

    Considering Lady Allen, it’s
    likely the former.’

    “I’m resting. Since I got
    lucky and have a bit of free time.”

    “Hmm, alcohol. It’s been a
    while since I had a drink. Mind if I join you?”

    “Do as you please.”

    As soon as Karl pulled out a
    chair and sat down, Nicki appeared with glasses and snacks, as if she
    were lying in wait.

    Working in similar circles,
    Alsatine could roughly gauge Nicki’s level of skill.

    She was a talented individual,
    capable of being welcomed anywhere she went.

    ‘It was clear that the
    Newman Family had a great interest in the Menestail District, which
    is why they sent someone capable.

    Why someone like that was
    here, being called Gloomy by Lady Allen, was beyond my understanding.

    Human affairs are truly
    unpredictable.’

    “Alsatine, are you a good
    drinker?”

    “I don’t usually get
    knocked out first.”

    “Well then, how about a
    little contest?”

    “Me? Against a knight?”

    ‘What nonsense was this guy
    talking about?

    Why would a monster want to
    compete with a human in a drinking contest?’

    Seeing Alsatine’s reluctance,
    Karl burst out in hearty laughter.

    When Lucy was around, you
    couldn’t see this very human side of him.

    “Fine, forget about the
    drinking contest. I have another question. When exactly are you going
    to stop calling me Knight?”

    “But you are a noble, and I
    am…”

    “Under Lady Allen, we’re all
    just the same kind of servants. You can speak comfortably. It seems
    like we’ll be working together for quite some time.”

    ‘Well… that was true. Even
    after this mission, he would have to stay with Lady Allen for a long
    time.’

    Gauging Karl’s mood, Alsatine
    gulped down his drink and then opened his mouth.

    “Alright, Karl. But later,
    no complaints?”

    “Ha. What would our fellow
    comrades say if I complained about that?”

    The two had spent the past few
    months together under Lucy’s command.

    It didn’t take long for the
    two of them to get close, thanks to the influence of the alcohol,
    speaking in a more relaxed manner.

    As trivial chatter continued
    and empty glasses piled up on the table, Karl suddenly lowered his
    voice.

    “Hey, Alsatine.”

    “What? Why are you being
    creepy all of a sudden?”

    “I have something I want to
    ask you. But it wouldn’t be fair if only I asked questions.”

    “So, if I have something
    to ask you, I should go ahead and ask?”

    “Yes! I’ll answer
    anything.”

    Alsatine raised his eyebrows
    slightly at those words.

    ‘It’s obvious what this guy
    wants to ask.

    Why did I bother coming all
    this way?

    Normally, I would’ve kept it a
    secret, but this guy is someone I’ll be working with until the end.

    Telling him now wouldn’t
    change anything.

    I’ve decided to give him an
    answer.

    Now, what should I ask him?

    …I just thought of something
    interesting.’

    “This is perfect timing.
    I’ve been meaning to ask you something too.”

    “Go ahead.”

    “This might be a bit of a
    sensitive question.”

    “Good grief. Have you
    forgotten that I just said I’d answer anything? A knight doesn’t go
    back on his word.”

    Karl declared boldly and then
    took a big swig of his drink.

    Alsatine watched him with a
    mischievous grin and then asked quite bluntly.

    “Karl. Do you by any
    chance enjoy being humiliated by a girl?”

    “Pfft!”

    As a price for his honesty,
    Alsatine had to take the beer that spewed out of Karl’s mouth right
    to his face.

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