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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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“To think I dared to trouble
the esteemed Lady of the Count Allen Family!”

Watching Luca bow his head to
the ground and beg for mercy left me puzzled.

This isn’t the Luca I know.

In Soul Academy, he’s one of
the few enigmatic characters who never shows such a disgraceful side,
except during the final battle.

His always composed demeanour
is the reason he became popular despite being a troll character.

“This lowly commoner was
ignorant of his place!”

So, this was an unpredictable
variable. A variable that did not exist in the game. If I had to
judge whether it was good or bad… good… is it good?

It’s probably good. I don’t
know what Luca’s motivation is, but at least I don’t seem to need to
worry about dying.

“Please! Please spare my
life!”

But why is he really doing
this? I don’t get it.

Benedict must be that
threatening… indeed.

The influence of the people
close to me is that strong… It is indeed strong.

The possibility of Luca being
suspected if I dissipated now is quite high… right?

What’s going on?

No matter how I think about
it, it seems like he’s screwed.

No, the opponent is the same
guy who made players wail in agony with his trolling antics in Soul
Academy.

The fact that he brought me
here means he had a plan in mind. Considering Luca’s personality,
he must have anticipated this situation.

As I kept agonising over
Luca’s motives, one hypothesis suddenly popped into my head.

…Could it be that he was
provoked by the [Mesugaki] Skill? Did he lose his mind and act
recklessly?

Thinking along those lines
made the current situation more understandable. If he acted without
considering the aftermath, then Luca is indeed at a loss.

Anyway, the forces lurking
behind me are quite substantial.

Even if only the Allen Family
and the Partan Family combined forces, it would be a significant
threat to Luca.

No matter how extensive his
connections are, at the end of the day, Luca himself is just a
commoner-born professor.

If my hypothesis is correct,
then right now, I’m undeniably the ultimate authority who could
destroy Luca’s life with just one word.

Feeling a moment of elation, I
called Grandpa instead of speaking immediately. I wanted to verify if
my thoughts were correct.

‘Right?!’

Confirming that I had become
the ultimate authority, I cheered inwardly, while Luca continued to
spout pitiful words.

“I will do anything!”

Anything, you say.

Isn’t this begging for some
tyrannical treatment?

Luca! So deep down, you’re a
pervert who desires to be commanded by a young girl!

I guess it makes sense. This
world is indeed full of perverts, especially given that Armadi
himself is quite the deviant.

While smirking at the sight of
this useful slave, Grandpa let out a small chuckle.

‘Yes! Got it!’

That makes sense. If I go
overboard here and Luca snaps, not only would his life be over but so
would mine.

‘Luca. First…’

“Professor Pedo. Is it right
to make someone apologise while standing out here? Even a kid like me
knows that’s wrong. Total adult failure~”

“…You’re right! Let’s
head back to the Academy first!”

Luca used a scroll infused
with teleportation magic.

That magic transported us
instantly to Luca’s office, but as usual, it was accompanied by
severe nausea.

“Lady Allen? Bringing
someone else here is…”

Luca seemed troubled when I
mentioned bringing Karl.

‘Don’t like it? Then…’

“You don’t? Then I’ll
just go tell my foolish father about this. I’ll say that a pervert
professor hypnotised me and tried weird stuff.”

“What?! No, that’s…”

‘Why? It’s not wrong, is
it?’

“All I’m doing is telling
the truth, right? Oh, did I hit a sore spot? Were you thinking
something weird? Haha, you’re quite the irredeemable pedophile
pervert, aren’t you?”

“…No. It’s nothing.”

But Luca, being weaker in this
situation, was powerless against my abuse of authority.

Seeing this guy, who always
acted so composed in the game, trembling now made me smile.

Ha. To think that I could
achieve the dreams I couldn’t in the game only after entering the
game.

I feel my faith rising.

At first, I dared to utter
blasphemies against the God who gave me this quest, but now I don’t.

Surely, unlike the foolish
Apostle who could only see what was right in front of them, Armadi
must have foreseen this future.

Luca, you may not know this,
but I hold a deep grudge against you.

Do you have any idea how many
characters I had to create from scratch because of the awful quests
you designed?

Of course you don’t.

Don’t worry. I don’t know
the exact number either. There were too many attempts to keep count.

But I do remember how many
characters I deleted and recreated until the first time I made a
top-tier character.

The final number recorded on
the Excel sheet where I had meticulously organised my strategies.

I’ve repeated this process
dozens of times, so the number of characters erased due to you would
be in the thousands.

Understand, Luca? The grudge I
hold against you isn’t just mine.

It’s the grudge of thousands
of characters that had to be deleted because of you!

Prepare yourself! I’ll
thoroughly assert my power!

Despite being summoned at
dawn, Karl came out saying; “Of course, I must respond to the
Miss’s call!”

I didn’t explain the details
of what Luca had done.

Kidnapping a noble lady under
the pretext of an exam and dropping her in a place where she could
have died, and then trying to mess with her mind to hide that
sin—either act is a grave crime.

If Karl were to hear about
this, he would undoubtedly draw his sword on the spot.

So, I introduced Luca to Karl
like this:

‘Say hello, Karl…’

“Sloppy mutt. Say hi.
This is your sloppy junior, the Sloppy Pervert.”

“Junior…you say?”

I told him that Luca was
someone who would soon realise my greatness and swear to follow me.
Karl gave a slightly pained expression.

“I’m happy that more
people recognize the Miss’s greatness, but a sloppy junior, you say.”

I took that expression as one
of jealousy and wariness. Karl took pride in being the only sloppy
one!

Where did it all go wrong?
When we first met, he seemed perfectly normal, both inside and out.

“Um, Lady Allen? Sloppy
Pervert? We haven’t agreed on anything like th—”

“Oh my, you take pride in
being called a pervert♡ Got it. Since I’m kind, I’ll change it for
you. Let’s see~ Pedophile Pervert♡ Disgusting Lolicon♡
Masochistic Trash♡ Do you like any of these?♡ If you want, I can
combine all of them for you♡ How about it? Aren’t I really kind?♡”

“I’ll stick with Sloppy
Pervert.”

I can’t change his title
just because I want to, but since he likes Sloppy Pervert, there’s
no need to worry.

Back in Luca’s office, the
first thing I did was force an Oath on him.

I was confident that this
would be like putting a leash on Luca.

For someone planning to live
in the shadows, an Oath doesn’t mean much since they don’t care about
dishonour.

But Luca is different. As
someone whose job is to shape talent, earning others’ trust is
crucial for him.

What if he breaks the Oath and
leaves a stain on his record?

He would not only be expelled
from the Academy but also find it difficult to engage with other
talents, facing their contempt.

Thus, Luca cannot break the
Oath, as it would mean denying his own life purpose.

With Grandpa’s help, I made
the terms of the Oath quite stringent.

The details were lengthy, but
to summarise:

Do not harm me.

Follow my orders.

Do your utmost to protect me.

Effectively, this is akin to a
slave contract. After concluding it, I gave Luca his first order.

Report on the trials you can
put me through right now.

Luca then asked for some time.

He said that while he could
explain right away, there might be missing parts. If given time to
organise the documents, he would do his best to prepare a
comprehensive report.

“Could you possibly give
me about a week?”

A true superior here would
shout; A week? No way! Get it done in three days!

But I couldn’t bring myself to
do that.

The memory of suffering under
past clients surfaced, making it impossible.

Is this the mark of a
subordinate engraved in my soul? Having lived all my life as one,
it’s impossible to suddenly become a perfect superior!

In any case, until that report
is created, I couldn’t ask for anything else. I wanted to choose the
most efficient option from the list.

With nothing immediate to do,
I was about to get up and head back to the dormitory when Luca caught
hold of me.

“According to the
contract, there’s something I need to inform you of in advance. Could
you spare a moment?”

“What is it?”

“There are two things.
One, Lady’s reputation among the commoners at the Academy is not
good.”

I know what the commoner group
is.

It’s where commoners gather to
survive in an Academy full of nobles.

Listening to the story, one
might think it’s a good group, but in reality, it’s not.

It’s like a kind of military.
The higher-grade commoners use the excuse of survival to treat the
lower-grade commoners like slaves.

Living at the Academy with
their help might be somewhat beneficial, but the rampant malpractice
is no joke, and there’s no way I could speak well of it.

But what do you mean my
reputation is bad there? Lucy’s reputation has always been bad,
hasn’t it?

As I tilted my head in
confusion, Luca explained that they probably didn’t like me because
Phoebe was fond of me, and I had to agree.

Hmm. So it’s some kind of
jealousy.

No need to worry too much. If
they pick a fight, I’ll just crush them.

“The other thing is that
the Second Prince is trying desperately to bring Lady Allen into his
fold.”

Isn’t that guy giving up?! I
thought he’d given up since he didn’t talk to me anymore, but I guess
not?!

Ugh. I really wish the Second
Prince would just leave me alone.

I don’t want to see what would
happen if I called him an Idiot Prince.

One of the two threats Luca
mentioned bared its teeth about five days after we had made our oath.

I thought the Second Prince
would find me first out of the two bombs.

That muscle-brained fool is
relentless once he makes a decision.

But my prediction was wrong.
It seems that the jealousy from the commoners towards me was greater
than I expected.

“Miss…Could it be that
you didn’t submit your course registration form? One of the
professors mentioned they couldn’t find your form, Miss.”

It started with very petty
harassment.

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