episode_0032

“It was too hard on my hands. Even though you are a special admission student, do not assume that the academy will tolerate all indulgence.”

Kaline, who sorted out the situation, left only one word of warning as if it was no big deal.

For a person who sent five new students to the hospital, it was a more generous statement than expected.

Are you saying that we will just accept an accident of this magnitude as an aberration?

Well, an injury of that magnitude will heal in two days anyway, and in actual combat, there are many cases where you will sustain worse injuries than that.

“Then, this concludes the morning lecture. Everyone gather together!”

At Kaline’s declaration, the students gathered again in front of the inspection table.

Perhaps because they had seen blood in many ways, everyone was in a state of high discipline.

Their facial expressions were as hard as a plaster statue, and their standing posture was maintained upright and at attention without any wavering.

In the aftermath of the sparring, all neat uniforms were stained darkly with dirt and sweat.

Is that why they said they would provide two sets of uniforms? Wash them every day and wear them in turns.

After seeing everyone lined up, Kaline continued.

“Thank you all for your hard work. Although there were some accidents, I believe you were able to get a sense of the level of your officers, their fighting methods, and the ferocity of the battle to some extent.”

During the ferocious part of the battle, several new students secretly looked in my direction.

There was no longer any contempt left in his eyes.

It’s just a feeling of rejection and fear looking at something completely different from themselves.

…The dark red stained jacket was damp and lukewarm and unpleasant.

“There were quite a few injuries, so analysis and evaluation of the content of the sparring will be conducted in the next lecture. Let’s eat lunch and then go to afternoon lectures in each department. Disband!”

After hearing Kaline’s order, the freshmen dispersed and headed towards the general dormitory with their close friends.

It was rather funny to see him avoiding me and not coming within 4m of me.

Once you come face to face with beastmen and monsters, you will realize that what I showed you was nothing.

I returned to the special room, washed lightly and changed my clothes.

“…The imperial family will not be pleased if you cause too much fuss.”

Nigel, seeing the blood-soaked clothes, hesitated a little, then left a short advice and put the clothes in the laundry basket.

If I leave it like that, the servants of the special officer will wash it later.

“It was necessary.”

okay. It was something I had to do at least once anyway.

Building a good reputation is something you can do later, even if you don’t do it now.

For now, the priority was to reveal my power and danger.

First of all, if you see with your own eyes what I can do, then you won’t just look at me lightly and start a stupid argument.

Since my position is still unstable, it would be difficult to just attack someone if they start an argument with me.

So, it was best to prevent any disputes from occurring in the first place.

In that sense, the sparring class was a perfect opportunity.

Because in the name of sparring, I could confidently beat my opponent.

…What I did to Kenneth was a bit excessive, though.

If you let go of your mind even a little while excited by battle, you will suddenly feel the urge to tear your enemy to death.

Hashal’s instinct must mean that he is hungry.

Since I became possessed, I have rarely had a proper fight with anyone.

As expected, it is an ugly body.

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The afternoon lecture was a related subject on the use of weapons and martial arts.

The professor in charge was a female knight with a sad look. Did you say her name was Theresia?

Perhaps because it was the first lecture, only a light orientation session was held indoors.

…Professor Kaline was an unusual person, as he made us engage in practical sparring from the first day.

The undergraduate students who saw me kept flinching and avoiding me, so I sat at the back of the classroom and lit a cigarette.

This course is said to be a lecture for undergraduate knight students to clearly understand the characteristics of their weapons and to hone systematic weapon skills.

Certainly, most new students only wield weapons relying on physical ability and experience rather than skill.

After classifying students according to the weapons they use, each teacher provides customized lectures, which include theory education and sparring lessons.

In the case of long swords, it is said that in the first semester, they teach yeolhwapan swordsmanship, which is the basis of imperial swordsmanship.

…In other words, this is a lower-level compatibility with the special lecture on imperial swordsmanship that Nigel gave.

This wasn’t a lecture that I really needed.

There will be quite a bit of free time.

Well, in the first place, what I need now is knowledge, not basic combat skills.

At the very least, it would be worth listening to the lecture on aptitude.

Enemy of the Empire. Did you say it was about monsters and demi-humans?

In particular, we must listen in detail about the prisoners.

Because you will need it soon.

=======[Damian]=======

Infirmary in the main academy building.

In six of the twenty or so beds, patients were lying with their eyes closed and bandaged as if they were dead.

Slanderers created by specially admitted students.

The white patient’s gown was stained red here and there with blood stains.

Healing priests from the academy were busy performing miracles of healing and injecting potions.

Damian sat in front of Millia’s bed and looked down at Millia expressionlessly.

His pale face was pale.

His entire right arm was wrapped in bandages, and he was groaning and sweating, perhaps because of the pain.

Eventually, Millia groaned and slowly opened her eyes.

Damian immediately made the expression of a young man worried about his childhood friend.

“Damian……?”

“Are you okay, Millia? Doesn’t your head hurt?”

“Ugh…it’s okay. I’m sorry for causing you worry.”

Is it because of the pain in my throbbing shoulder, or because of the sparring that I simply lost?

Millia’s voice as she answered was quite downcast.

Her green hair, wet with cold sweat, stuck to her forehead, giving her a pitiful appearance.

“I’m glad you’re okay. But why are you pushing yourself so hard? It’s not like you, Millia.”

Damian asked why.

If you know the reason, you can prevent a similar situation from happening again in the future.

The woman named Hashal seemed to want to become friends with him, so it was not right for him to allow two friends to be hostile to each other.

If it were the normal Millia that Damian knew, she would not have been so aggressive towards someone she met for the first time.

I wouldn’t have forced myself to attack an opponent I couldn’t defeat.

Even at first glance, Damian saw that the woman was a force of a terrifying level.

She was a woman with a ferocious aura that seemed to have created violence and cruelty through the human body.

How many people have been killed?

The bloody, bloody smell was so thick that you could almost see it, and the eyes that burned with blue light were closer to those of a monster than a human.

Although the physique itself was slim, the muscle fibers under the skin were compressed to an incredible density and looked as if they were about to burst at any moment.

Isn’t this what the body of the master I’ve only heard about is like this?

Strong people who have trained their bodies to human limits.

No, even if he were a master, he wouldn’t be able to have a body like that.

Because I learned that their strength comes from not just physical strength, but also from the karma they have accumulated.

Great karma, good karma, bad karma, murderous karma.

A blessing that transforms a person into a superhuman.

In terms of pure physical ability, Hashall is probably superior.

I didn’t know why it didn’t reveal even half of its power.

Damian once again recalled the image of Hashall he had encountered a moment ago.

Her exotic appearance, a mixture of Western and Eastern characteristics, was surprisingly beautiful, and she could certainly be said to be a woman of considerable beauty.

However, there would be few people who would be bold enough to notice her appearance even in the face of her hideous murder and cute eyes.

I heard that people become terrified when they see something terrible, and that once a person is consumed by fear, there is no reason left to perceive things like beauty.

“…I was scared.”

Millia opened her mouth with difficulty. Her body was trembling slightly.

Damian lightly patted her left shoulder as if comforting her.

Millia slowly leaned in.

“I didn’t know why that monster was coming towards you… so it was rather creepy to see it talking to me in a friendly way.”

is it. Damian thought about what he was thinking at that time.

‘Contrary to the rumors and the atmosphere, the way you speak is quite ordinary.’ What were you thinking?

On the other hand, Millia must have felt fear. That’s why I lost my temper.

‘Did the strange remarks you made about a predatory marriage come out because you lost your judgment?’

Damian looked down at Milia, who was leaning on him, and thought about it.

As long as Millia harbors fear of Hashal, friction will continue to arise between the two.

Hashalr didn’t seem to care about this, so the only one who would suffer a loss would be Millia.

‘Then what should I do?’

Should we comfort Millia’s fears?

It was said that fear stems from a sense of crisis that the other person will harm oneself.

“Still, after talking to him, it seemed like although his personality was a bit rough, he wasn’t as bad of a person as rumored. I felt really sorry for you too, Millia.”

“Damian?”

Millia looked at Damian, who was protecting Hashall, with suspicion.

Damian continued speaking calmly, paying attention to his friendly tone.

“Perhaps because she is a Kahar, everyone viewed her with prejudiced eyes. Because you don’t really know someone until you talk to them. If you talk to them later, you’ll find out that I’m not that bad of a person.”

Milia, who was not convinced, pointed to the critically ill patients lying in the beds next to her.

Four men with bandages wrapped all over their bodies were suffering.

In particular, one young man from the Department of Magic seemed to be in serious condition.

“Then what are those people? Didn’t she do all that?”

“…Maybe it’s because the culture is different? what is it. It is said that the Kahar people fight sincerely even in sparring.”

Damian excused himself by remembering something he had read in a book before.

First of all, in order to improve the relationship between the two, I had to somehow convince Millia.

“Well…”

“Let’s talk with the three of us again later. If you talk calmly, you too will be able to resolve any misunderstandings. You must be very tired, so take a break now.”

Damian calmed down Milia, who was trying to retort, and laid her down on the bed again.

‘…I guess this is enough for now. ‘It will be difficult to erase bad feelings while the pain remains.’

Still, if he continues to persuade, Milia will probably accept his opinion.

As always.

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Two days later, the first lecture on Introduction to Red Planet Research began.