episode_0004

It’s been three days since I broke up with Arien.

Now it was time to end this week’s break and return to school.

“I don’t have any clothes that really fit. Ami.”

Maybe it was because my height and body had grown so much that I couldn’t find any clothes that fit.

Because my previous school uniform was only about 160cm.

Any spare school uniform was useless.

“Still, it’s fortunate that plain clothes are not banned in the fantasy world of the game.”

Fortunately, whether because of the setting in the game or because of nobles who like to show off, it was not a school custom that completely banned civilian clothes, so I was able to wear the men’s clothes I hastily acquired as a substitute.

Plain black pants, a white shirt, and a black vest to wear like a jacket.

Even though it was an ordinary outfit, it still oozed style.

After all, the end of clothing coordination is a hanger?

I thought as I touched my still awkwardly shaped, overly smooth jawline.

Then I went outside, where the scent of early spring was still lingering.

I left the lowest-class male dormitory and walked the original route to school.

I felt a little awkward trudging along with my long legs.

I was on my way to a familiar classroom, but because of the high eye level and long legs, it felt like it was my first time here.

“Fuck. Who is that person? Was there a third grader like that at our school?”

“It’s just on a completely different level, isn’t it? It’s similar to yours, but why is there such an overwhelming difference?”

“Do you want to die?”

“Caw! Senior!!!”

What are the poor people?

I could hear the confused whispers of those guys who usually looked down on me, but still thought I was better than this guy (Cas).

Some people envy my good looks, some have doubts about who that person is, and some look at me as if they are in love.

I trudged to my classroom with students looking at me in the background.

3rd grade class C-5.

A cradle for the academy’s third graders and underachievers.

First of all, I belonged to the general class.

Although he reached a very high level for a third-year student, he was a level 3 water magician.

My grade is always D.

I was a born untouchable student who had never even received a C from professors who said it was easy.

You’re a fool who tells you never to retake a course and doesn’t even get an F.

That was me on my student report card.

Drurk, thak!

I opened the door, looked arrogantly at the frozen third-grade classroom at the appearance of a surprisingly handsome man, and then hurried to my seat.

The seat right in front of the cleaning bin with a faint odor. There was also a trash can not far away.

It was a typical class bullying situation.

“Hehe… This is Cass’ seat… … Hibut!”

A girl sitting next to me spoke in a very quiet voice in surprise.

A girl who turns her eyes left and right even when talking to me, not knowing what to do.

The big breasts beneath that cute face wave slightly with timid movements, as if to express nervousness.

Black hair wavy like seaweed stems and bright but fierce blue eyes.

She is definitely a beauty, but she is a timid girl with an eccentric vibe.

For me, who had been the bully in school during my third year, Mayness was the only student I was close to.

He had a weak personality that did not fit in this medieval world where anyone was left out if he was not strong from the start, and he was half a female friend who attended the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grades together in the C-5 class of ordinary and underachieving students.

She is a girl who is passionate about alchemy and always gets dismal grades due to her timid personality.

He was a gentle victim among half-barbarian medieval people.

“… … .”

First, I wondered what to say to this timid girl.

It was easy for a bitch like Arien to say anything, but I couldn’t figure out how to start explaining.

What should I say?

hi? Hello? Come to Gombang? Or Cai Chien?

An incident occurred while such complexity was in the air.

“Who are you, sitting in Cass’ seat?”

With his already ugly face frowning, Lucius walked towards me with his gang and asked loudly.

Lucius was a bitch from the beginning, but he hated handsome men even more.

As if he thought that Arien, whom he adored, might turn a blind eye.

Thanks to this, handsome men with weaker backgrounds or less power than his count family suffered the cruel treatment of Lucius dozens of times.

Because of his poor behavior and personality, Lucius has been consistently attending class C-5, which contains many students who are on the verge of expulsion, with perfect attendance, just like me.

In other words, they were a true barbarian group from the Middle Ages who abused me, a Cass, as a bread shuttle, a punching bag, and an emotional trash can for a whopping three years.

I sat in my chair and looked darkly at my old enemy whom I had met this week.

“What do you choose? Gisaeng brother and male prostitute. Who’s sitting in Cass’s seat? I’ll stab you in the eye for insulting a noble!”

He doesn’t even have the dignity that is normally reserved for the count, and threatens him with vulgar words like a lowly market thug.

Originally, when a situation like this occurred, Cass’ body would naturally shrink and her fingertips would tremble slightly.

On the contrary, I stuffed my hands into both pockets and looked at Lucius coldly with clear, black eyes.

“Fuck! Are you chewing my words! A commoner without even a single symbol of nobility!”

Lucius must have felt a strange sense of pressure as he stared at my extremely haughty and chic eyes made of kerma, so he made a loud noise and tried to grab my neck.

Rude bastard? Are you just trying to grab someone by the scruff of their neck?

But, I was just caught. Then he got out of the chair and proudly stood on his feet in front of Lucius.

“Huh? Huh?!”

“Is that it?”

As I, who was over 180 centimeters tall, stood up in an instant, Lucius’s clumsy hand grabbing the nape of my neck was unsightly, like a child grabbing the hem of its mother’s skirt.

“Is that really all?”

I looked down at Lucius with cold eyes.

Fuck! What’s happening! Lucius felt a strange sense of pressure as he looked at the cold, beautiful, sculptural face that came closer.

It felt like something wasn’t going right.

Still, Lucius showed courage in front of his gang.

A barbarian medieval man would have an ax stuck in his head if he messed up, so he had more sense and manners than expected, but the barbarian middle-aged fool was dumber than that.

The pendulum toward catastrophe has begun to swing.

“You! come out! Let’s have a game! What’s your name?”

“Cas.”

I removed his hand from the back of his neck and made a low sound.

“Cas?! Where are you lying! Are you Cass, the devil’s illegitimate son? Did Cass really awaken as a devil?!”

Lucius was confused.

This was because the man named Kas had a devilishly attractive appearance.

I have never seen a man more handsome than the man in front of me.

As if the fallen angel king from the Bible who seduced a noble maiden was like this? It was overflowing with a dangerous charm that even a man could not carelessly look at.

If you think about it, Cass may have been awakened from a real devil’s illegitimate child to a devil.

Even if you think about it, the life of Cass, a traitor and sinner famous in the kingdom, was a complete abyss, on a par with hell!

Even though Lucius had created part of Cass’ living hell himself, he thought it was a shame.

“A fight?!”

“Crazy! Tomorrow is the hero selection ceremony, but there’s a fight! So, let’s go take a look!”

In the barbaric ancient Middle Ages, people were enthusiastic about watching fights, fireworks, and executions of punishment.

Because flesh was bursting, bones were breaking, and organs were flying around!

That was truly amazing entertainment for medieval people.

Although they are young people in the academy who are under the age of 20, their bones in their extremities are aching even though they cannot compete in a real match.

Especially since most injuries can be treated with sacred arts, how intense will the fight be?

It was like Lucius had placed a semi-makgora on Cass.

Half Deathmatch!

For a moment, the ordinary atmosphere of class C-5 became heated.

It was truly the spring of the new school year.

“Huh?! Is it really Cass?! My friend Cass?!”

Maynes was distraught by Cass’ sudden calming out.

There’s no way my story friend Cass is such a handsome guy!

Spring has come to the girl, too.

****

“Hey! Cass and Lucius are having a real fight!”

“What? The school bully and Arien’s asshole Lucius are having a fight? Yay, is that a game?”

“They say that’s not Cass? They said he was a really handsome third grader.”

“Lucius That bastard. I guess I still can’t come to my senses when I see a handsome man. Tsk tsk.”

Rumors soon spread throughout some B classes and all C classes, except for upper classes such as S and A classes that were not interested in low-level fights.

News spread that brought a little unique tension to today’s loose schedule, which was practically empty due to the warrior selection ceremony taking place tomorrow.

Because the warrior selection ceremony to select the users of the holy relics is tomorrow, the Solyer Church was in full attendance.

It would have been impossible for anyone but Lucius, the school bully and the crazy dog, to commit such a bloody incident on the eve of this big event.

The professors could have tried to stop them, but they were busy with the busy schedule of the hero selection ceremony.

And these lower-class cadets’ fights were like territorial battles between cats. In other words, it wasn’t anything to be particularly interested in at all.

However, I am afraid that a normal cat (lower class student) will end up in butterfly soup later.

Lucius and the gang were already out of their minds, and Cass’s reputation had already fallen into the abyss and he was exploring the new layers of hell, so this match was a success.

Cass and Lucius’ gang were standing in a wide ring of people who could easily overcome a hundred people.

“Ool. A fight between the school bully Cass and Arien’s bastard Lucius. This is a bigger match than you think. It’s time to grade Cass’s artistic defeat divination.”

“Damn. Do you look at that face and think it’s Cass?”

“Huh? Are you sure it’s Cass? Everything is different except for eye color and hair color?”

“Caw! Prince, please hug me!”

The ring of people was completely buzzing with colorful whispers.

Some people came to see how badly Cass would suffer a defeat, but cognitive dissonance came to Cass, not to Cass.

Some people think they are smart and Lucius’ handsome man hunt has begun again. I thought, I feel sorry for that commoner man.

And more female students than expected were cheering for Cass(?).

Many female students could be said to have ‘Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome’ or ‘Hybristophilia’ due to their typical lookism or their attraction to traitors who are criminals.

In that state, Lucius grunted and picked up his training feather sword (featherschwert).

Even if Lucius doesn’t want to, he can’t use the real sword unless it’s a real duel.

It’s soft in Lucius’s grasp, but it’s enough! The sound of a solid Federschwert is booming! It moved.

“It’s Cass, not Cass! I will personally perform reconstructive surgery on your face that can captivate Miss Arien!”

“Hmm… … .”

As more people looked around, Lucius started arguing in his characteristic aristocratic tone.

But, if you draw lines on a pumpkin, does it turn into a watermelon?

The combination of the aristocratic accent and the vulgar words only further demonstrated Lucius’ vulgarity.

“Hmm… … .”

I continued to let out low moans.

Is it possible?

“Why are you lifting weight like that by yourself! You devil’s excrement!”

“Hmm… … . I decided.”

I decided.

“What do you decide? Are you asking me to give up a player? You, a wizard, are holding a sword?”

I looked at the feather sword Featherschubert in my hand.

This week’s hell practice was effective, and it felt right in my hands.

“Decided. So that you all attack at once.”

“What?!”

“All four of you attack at once.”

I am Lucius, an aspiring knight, Jack, a strong right-hand man, Tommy, a nimble left-hand man, and Carlz, a stooge.

Four unmanned trainees were selected at the same time.

My memory came back, and it was right after I had just completed full-scale swordsmanship training.