episode_0029

There was a brief commotion, but it was soon resolved amicably.

The man who was dealing with Asha was taken to the infirmary with red tears streaming down between his legs and foaming at the mouth.

If you combine the potion and healing blessing, the organ itself will recover, but you will have to endure functional failure due to mental shock.

Asha, too, smiled awkwardly and broke into a cold sweat, as if she hadn’t intended for this tragedy to occur.

In the future, there will probably not be a single person who has the courage to challenge Asha to a sparring match until they graduate from the academy.

I also don’t plan on even mentioning things like sparring to Asha from now on.

With the rushing power of that mechanical device, even if you tried to defend yourself, you would usually be broken through, but to think that such a defenseless attack is aimed from below…

It was truly a malicious tactic born to exterminate humans.

The eyes looking at me and Asha were now filled with nothing but fear.

“Ahaha…I crashed it. I didn’t even think about the height difference in my hometown.”

“Well, at least no one will bother you anymore. From now on forever.”

Asha laughed, the corners of her eyes shaking.

—-

Although there were casualties, the sparring continued as if this was acceptable.

After that, nothing special happened in the first group.

Damian swung his great sword and blew away the shield of the opponent with one blow.

Edgar gave himself the blessing of healing and waged a war of attrition, eventually forcing his opponent, who was tired from attacking, to abstain.

Knut did not participate in the sparring at all.

Damien challenged him to spar but was rejected.

Are they also on guard for fear that they will reveal their bottom line to me?

Soon, the second group’s sparring began.

Ophelia, whose eyes were half-closed as if drowsy, threw away the magic candle she was holding and headed to the center of the parade ground.

“Do you think that wizard is bothering you, Hashalr?

Asha must have noticed my gaze and spoke up.

I nodded.

Of course it bothers me. Because that guy is also an important character.

“Now that I think about it, I only focused on that woman during the entrance exam. Her name is probably Ophelia, right?”

“Okay. Ophelia. No matter how I look at it, I feel like my skills aren’t at that level.”

“Is that so? Well, there are people who want to hide their skills. It all has its own reasons.”

Ophelia Siegmillus. The second daughter of Count Sigmillus.

A young genius who manifested magic at the age of five.

Unlike the genius he showed in the past, he only showed mediocre skills after growing up, so he is no longer a person who attracts much attention.

I came in around 4th place in the entrance exam.

I don’t want to stand out too much, but I also don’t want to be ignored. It was a ranking that clearly revealed his inner thoughts.

Perhaps he will continue to maintain that attitude until he experiences a life-threatening crisis.

Ophelia’s opponent was a young man holding a long spear. The young man aimed his spear at Ophelia and rushed at her.

Ophelia lazily raised her left hand, turned the back of her hand over, and clenched her fist.

With a sound like dozens of pebbles being trampled at once, the young man’s spear was crumpled in all directions.

One after another, Ophelia lightly shook off her left hand.

The young man’s body broke in half with a loud sound.

Without even having time to scream, the young man flew straight to the ground and started squirming.

When Ophelia slashed the air with her hand, the dull sound of the blow rang out again and the young man’s body went limp.

He was clearly incapable of fighting.

Unlike the magicians who ranked 1st to 3rd in terms of performance, there were no flashy fireworks, thunderbolts, or loud noises, but it was indeed a concise and accurate response.

“You definitely fight well. It doesn’t really taste good though.”

“That one is more dangerous in person-to-person combat. First of all, you can’t see the attack.”

To deal with an attack that has no signs or symptoms, the only way to deal with it is to use all your senses to detect it.

You can directly sense magic power with your sixth sense, or grasp the flow of air with your sense of touch.

It wasn’t easy either way.

After sparring, Ophelia took out a long magic candle, glanced in this direction, and blew out smoke again.

He seems very interested in me, but I don’t know why.

It doesn’t look particularly hateful or anything. Rather, it feels closer to curiosity.

Eventually, the second group’s sparring was over, and it was finally my turn.

I headed to the center of the parade ground with Millia.

Damian didn’t know who to cheer for, so he said, ‘You both work hard.’ He made noises like that.

The two of us are fighting, but I don’t know what encouragement it is to tell both of us to work hard.

Still, Millia seemed to have taken it as encouragement, smiling happily and grabbing the sheath of her sword.

—-

“Then, prepare for the third group, sparring.”

Standing face to face with Millia, I pulled out the steel longsword I had received from Nigel.

The sensation of dozens of pairs of sharp eyes staring at me made my body tingle.

okay. You want to know if my rumors are true.

barbarian race. Is the princess of Ka’har really strong enough to defeat a dozen knights in an instant?

I wonder if the story about that extremeness is true.

You’ll find out soon.

…I have no intention of proving the latter against Damian’s childhood friend.

Well, there will be potions and a healing priest system, so it won’t matter if it’s a minor injury, right?

I lightly placed my left hand on the body of the long sword and aimed it at Millia.

Millia glared at me with a stern expression, holding a narrow rapier with her right hand.

There was a small circular shield attached to the wrist of his left hand, which he rested on his belt.

A small shield and a rapier. It wouldn’t be a wise decision against me.

I wasn’t planning on using imperial swordsmanship in particular.

It would be a waste to expose my shortcomings against him, so I would just have to use basic swordsmanship and strength to push him back.

Everyone probably knows about my physical abilities through rumors.

I slowly turned my eyes and looked towards the audience.

As expected, Knut was glaring in my direction without even blinking.

…It’s getting more and more annoying. Would it be better to rule it out in the near future?

Suddenly, a bitter smile came out.

The subject ran away to the empire because he hated the Ka`har who were slaughtering innocent people at random.

How can you even think of killing someone who may have a legitimate grudge against you, just because you think they will get in the way?

Does this mean that I am no different from them?

no.

I am me. I am not Hershela of Ka`har.

Hashalji of Remnant Academy.

I have no intention of bearing her karma for her.

Canute’s grudge is towards Hershela’s sin.

For me, it’s nothing more than an expression of unfair anger.

So, if you end up becoming my hindrance, I can’t help it.

…I have no choice but to kill him.

Because I can do anything to survive.

I regained my composure and strengthened the hand holding the sword hilt.

Soon, Kaline’s command rang out.

—-

“Haaa!”

Milia rushing towards me looked quite desperate.

The ground she stepped on cracked slightly and her body was quickly launched.

The tip of the sword, blunt with hardening mucus, came to pierce my solar plexus.

It was slow at best.

Swing the long sword to the side and lightly strike it away.

Millia, who lost her balance, stumbled and was pushed straight behind me.

Turn your waist and swing your left arm towards your back.

Millia, who barely managed to block it with the shield on her left hand, groaned and was pushed back. Her arms were shaking.

Really, it’s ridiculously weak. Is this at the level of a semi-knight?

He shifted the cigarette he was holding into his left hand and sighed.

“Haa. Why don’t you just abstain?”

“Not yet!”

Grinding her teeth, Millia repeatedly stabbed with her sword. Silver-gray rain fell in abundance.

Because it seemed so slow, it looked more like snowflakes than raindrops.

Take a step forward and swing your sword diagonally.

Kaaaang-!

The rain disappeared all at once, and her arms were lifted into the air.

I kicked the empty abdomen moderately.

“Wow!”

Milia let out a strangled moan and fell backwards.

“I’m just saying this for you.”

There’s no benefit to me if I beat you up.

“Wow, wow…kehehe…! It’s noisy…!”

Millia, who had been coughing for a while and spitting out spit, gritted her teeth and stood up, holding her sword like a cane.

Sigh…it would be better to just send him away in one blow.

He lit up his cigarette again and placed his left hand on the hilt of his sword.

If you completely overwhelm them with a single blow, you won’t be shocked by your skills.

Rather than despairing that your skills are weak, you will just think, like Damian, that you have surpassed the rookie level.

My stab, fired at a speed so fast that she couldn’t even react, pierced her shoulder.

“Aaagh!”

Blood spurted out.

Protectors and hardening slime have no meaning.

If the blade becomes dull, just pierce it through while it is dull.

At the tip of the sword sticking out over the shoulder, a red mess of crushed flesh was stuck.

Ugh, ugh..! Ahhh!”

Millia, who was screaming in pain, gritted her teeth and grabbed my long sword to strike me.

okay. Still, the first one is great.

I tilted my head to avoid the stab, and grabbed Millia’s right arm.

A crunching sound rang out from Milia’s right arm, which was squeezed by vise-like fingers.

Her right hand gave out, and the rapier she was holding fell to the ground.

Milia’s mouth opened wide in pain.

I barely suppressed the instinct to shove my fist into his mouth.

If that happens, Milia will have no chance of making a comeback.

He’ll probably become enemies with Damian, too.

When I pulled out the long sword that was piercing Millia’s shoulder, the blood that spurted out again wet my face.

A fishy smell lingered at the tip of my nose, and heat ran down my cheeks and down my collarbone.

Millia let out a loud moan.

“Get some sleep first.”

He lightly struck his temple with the tip of the sword hilt.

Millia’s eyes rolled around and she fell helplessly to the floor.

The blood gushing from her shoulder formed a puddle, and Milia’s body twitched and twitched.

…You’re not dead, right?

—-

Millia was also taken to the infirmary.

I heard you had a compound fracture of your right arm and that your shoulder muscle was slightly torn off.

However, it is said that if you receive proper treatment and rest well, you will recover in about a day.

I was a little concerned, so I slowly scratched the back of my head and looked at Damian’s thoughts.

“Are you okay? I sent your childhood friend to the hospital.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Hashal. They say you’ll get better if you just rest for a day. Milia will understand that this is the result of her best efforts.”

It’s a neat and tidy attitude that befits a future warrior, but isn’t that something you would normally say to someone who slandered your friend?

…Well, if that’s you, then that’s probably it.

Damian said he was still a little worried about Milia and asked Kaline if he could go to the infirmary.

Kaline thought for a moment and then gave permission.

I guess it’s because Damien’s sparring itself was already over anyway.

Asha said she had a new idea and returned to the special room.

Is it okay to be like that? What is a special admission student?

—-

I wiped the blood from my face, spat out the red-soaked cigarette, took out a new one, and smoked it.

I was secretly satisfied with the bored looks in the students’ eyes.

It works well.

If I repeat this one or two more times, I can at least impress fear.

After the third group’s sparring was over, it was said that only those who wished could engage in free sparring throughout the morning.

Then let’s catch two or three more guys.

I’m sure there’s no need to worry about it like Millia did.

The problem is whether there is someone with enough blood to fight me…

I looked around at the new students, but most of them avoided eye contact.

It’s difficult.

Then, I made eye contact with Ophelia.

Ophelia, who had been watching me with a stick in her mouth, nodded once and walked towards me.

what? Ophelia at this point wouldn’t necessarily want to get other people’s attention, right?

“The Qahar woman there, maybe her name was Hashal? Princess of Aishangior.”

Ophelia spoke to me.