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    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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    “Employer. Usually,
    people don’t care what someone insignificant does.”

    It wasn’t a difficult concept.
    Even among the same people, differences in status exist.

    Some people are revered like
    gods, even though they are human; others are treated like insects,
    despite also being human.

    Imagine someone you think of
    as an insect trying frantically to climb up in front of you. Who
    would feel threatened by that?

    No matter how desperately it
    wriggles, an insect is just an insect. People would look at that and
    laugh.

    “And that’s how people
    have treated you until now.”

    I, as a person, have been
    treated like an insect by others.

    They thought I would
    disappear, crushed underfoot the moment Benedict, the monster lurking
    behind me, was gone.

    Look at the hostility and
    disregard prevalent in social circles. In that context, I wasn’t
    considered a proper person.

    “But that’s not the case
    now.”

    However, things changed upon
    entering the Academy.

    I entered with overwhelming
    grades of unprecedented level.

    I defeated Frey, who was among
    the top talents on the continent.

    I ranked first in the midterm
    exam, proving that my entrance grades were no fluke.

    I became the first to claim
    the position of the First Dungeon Conqueror immediately upon
    admission in the Academy’s history.

    Aside from these achievements,
    I have left numerous marks on the Academy.

    It wasn’t just the
    achievements. I also grew in my connections to an incomparable level
    than before.

    Lady Joy of the Partan Family.

    Arthur Soladin. Although he is
    far from the line of succession, you cannot deny his royal blood as
    the Third Prince.

    Frey, the prodigy born into
    the Swordsmanship Family, the Kent Family.

    Phoebe, the symbol of the
    current Church of Armadi and renowned enough that even a nation’s
    monarch cannot disregard her.

    While their number may not be
    great, the weight of their connections is unimaginable to ordinary
    people.

    With both talent and
    connections in my grasp, I had become too formidable to be dismissed
    as a mere insect.

    “Congratulations.
    Employer. Now, no one can ignore you, nor can they afford to.”

    People laugh at the wriggling
    of an insect only because they believe it cannot threaten them.

    But if that insect grows so
    large that it threatens human life, people will no longer see it as a
    laughing matter.

    “And be careful.
    Employer. Now those who hate you will see you as an enemy and harbour
    serious hostility towards you.”

    In summary, as my reputation
    has risen, so has the number of people who consider me their enemy.

    It wasn’t that Armadi wasn’t
    doing his job. It was because Armadi did his job too well that this
    situation arose.

    It’s so unfair! Why do I have
    to feel the rise in my reputation in such a negative way?! Can’t I
    feel it in a positive way for once?!

    Can’t I hear something like;
    Amazing! As expected of Lucy-sama!

    Just like in an ordinary
    isekai story?!

    While I was screaming
    internally, Karia burst out laughing.

    She has a knack for reading
    other people’s emotions, almost as if she possesses telepathy. She
    must have sensed my bewilderment.

    “Lastly, be grateful for
    your fortune, Employer. The people indebted to you are far more
    competent than you could ever imagine.”

    As Karia said this, she handed
    me one more notebook.

    What now? Considering the
    previous one had details on various bishops’ weaknesses, I assumed
    this would be similar.

    Jode Family.

    One of the few Duke Families
    in the Soladin Kingdom, currently supporting the First Prince as the
    next heir to the throne…

    My guess was right. The
    notebook contained information on families that are highly likely to
    become my enemies in the future.

    “Given your current
    status and connections, hardly anyone would dare to oppose you.

    To put it differently, those
    who are willing to confront you head-on, or have resolved to do so,
    will actively pose a threat to you.

    Those who support the First
    Prince as the heir… Those who are wary of the revival of the Allen
    Family. Those who frown at the deeds you committed in the past.

    I’ve compiled a list here of
    the people you should be cautious of going forward, Employer.”

    However, unlike the previous
    notebook, this one wasn’t as detailed.

    This notebook only contained
    information about the families and the people associated with them.
    Unlike the previous notebook, it didn’t list weaknesses or
    misconducts.

    When I questioned why, Karia
    gave a wry smile.

    “It’s the same as before.
    We didn’t have enough time to gather details. I’m sorry. It’s my
    incompetence as an informant. If there’s someone who becomes a
    threat, we’ll supplement the investigation then.”

    It was quite understandable.

    My visibility significantly
    increased after the Partan Festival. If Karia, who was already
    investigating matters related to the Church, heard about my actions
    and started looking into it, there would naturally be time
    constraints.

    However, Grandpa dismissed
    Karia’s words as false.

    ‘…That’s true too.’

    Come to think of it, he was
    right. There’s no way she wouldn’t know about the nobles within the
    Kingdom while working as the king’s informant.

    In some ways, she ought to
    know more thoroughly about the internal factions of the Kingdom than
    about foreign information.

    I tilted my head, wondering
    why, but I couldn’t come up with a suitable answer. I wasn’t skilled
    in speculating about such things.

    ‘Why do you think that is?’

    So, I asked someone who was
    good at this kind of thing, but even Grandpa couldn’t provide a
    satisfactory answer. Seems like Grandpa isn’t all-knowing after all.

    ‘Should I ask her?’

    ‘What?’

    That’s true. Karia had been
    able to sense my thoughts without me saying anything just a moment
    ago. She wouldn’t be unaware of my current doubts.

    There would be no point in
    pressing her for an answer I wouldn’t like. Following Grandpa’s
    advice, I told Karia that I understood, and she smiled.

    “Thank you for trusting
    me, Employer.”

    It didn’t take long to feel
    the hostility Karia had warned about.

    The sharp gazes were
    noticeable as soon as I stepped into the classroom after the second
    semester at the Academy began.

    Unlike the overt criticism
    from before, this time it was a more sinister and covert animosity.

    Seems like this semester won’t
    be smooth either. When will I ever be able to enjoy a peaceful school
    life?

    Maybe if I earned the title of
    a hero who saved the world, I could become someone everyone admires,
    even with my [Mesugaki] Skill.

    Could I? Somehow, it feels
    like even if I defeated the Evil God, the distortion of the skill
    would only create more enemies.

    “Hello.”

    As I was having these
    thoughts, someone spoke to me. It was Frey.

    She had a calm expression, as
    if she didn’t care about the surrounding hostility at all.

    In the past, she wouldn’t
    acknowledge me unless we were sparring. Did something change her
    mind?

    “Let’s spar after this.
    I’ve gotten stronger. This time, I’ll win.”

    Of course. Once again, it was
    about sparring.

    Seeing Frey being so candid
    about her own thoughts, regardless of our surroundings, made my
    worries dissolve.

    “Long time no see, Lady
    Allen. How have you been?”

    Not long after, Joy approached
    me and greeted me.

    Joy is the daughter of Duke
    Partan’s family and leads a faction of noble ladies.

    The fact that she greeted me
    with a smile was enough to draw glares from many other ladies.

    I could feel the hostility in
    the classroom intensify even more. But this much is nothing new.

    Receiving people’s disdain
    is an everyday occurrence. Besides, I’m more pleased that Joy greeted
    me warmly, so it’s fine!

    As I was thinking that,
    another person approached me. Phoebe, smiling as if she could purify
    even the Evil God, greeted me.

    “It’s been a long time,
    Lady Allen.”

    Phoebe, the symbol of the
    Church of Armadi, is like a celebrity. The fact that she greeted me
    first was enough to incite jealousy from many people.

    I could feel the hostility
    directed at me increase even more.

    …It’s starting to feel a bit
    overwhelming. But considering that the Saint thinks of me fondly,
    this much is nothing!

    “Lady Allen.”

    Now who is it?

    Is it Arthur? With the other
    three having greeted me, the only one left is Arthur!

    Surely, even if Arthur greeted
    me, the hostility wouldn’t increase, right?! After all, he’s a
    prince in name only and far removed from actual power! If the
    hostility increases further here, even I would find it unbearable! I
    sincerely hope nothing happens!

    At the moment I lifted my
    head, expecting it to be Arthur, it was not Arthur who greeted me.

    It was Luca. The Academy
    professor and troublemaker. A lunatic who believes one must face
    death to fully bloom in talent.

    “Can you step outside for
    a moment?”

    Despite his very kind and
    friendly teacher-like expression, I knew better.

    Underneath that façade lay
    the thoughts of a psycho.

    ‘I don’t want to.’

    “Why should I listen to a
    lowly professor like you? No, I don’t want to.”

    Of course, my answer was a
    clear refusal.

    Nothing good ever comes from
    getting involved with this lunatic!

    Sure, I’m confident I can
    pass any task he gives.

    And I do know how to
    accelerate my growth through him!

    But choosing to use this guy
    means a single mistake could be my death!

    If this were a game with a
    save-load function, I might have considered it!

    But this is reality! There’s
    no save function! If I die once, it’s over!

    Betting my life is something
    only a Petty Evil God would force upon me!

    So no matter what nonsense
    this troublemaker spouts, I’m going to ignore him! I don’t want to
    die!

    Sigh.
    I figured this lunatic would show interest eventually, but I didn’t
    expect it to happen as soon as the second semester started.

    Is it because Armadi raised my
    reputation?

    Hey! Armadi! If you’re going
    to boost my reputation, do it properly!

    Why am I the one bearing all
    the losses just because my reputation is higher?!

    Do your job right for once!

    This is why people call you
    the Sloppy Lord!

    Ding.

    Just as my internal
    frustrations reached their peak, a familiar and ominous sound echoed
    in my ears.

    Then it hit me.

    Armadi had promised to issue
    quests once the second semester began.

    [The second semester of the
    Academy has started!]

    [Auto-growth has ended.]

    [You can now increase your
    stats through training.]

    [A quest has been issued!]

    [The Grace of the Master is
    Endless]

    [Complete all the trials given
    by the young Academy professor, Luca!]

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