episode_0102

“Did you hear that? I heard that a new barbarian is getting special admission this time?”

“What? savage? How on earth can it be said that there are barbarians in this sacred academy?”

After the break from school, Demeia Academy started suffering from an untimely outbreak of measles.

This was because as soon as the semester started, an announcement was made that Sigurd’s family would be entering Demeia Academy under the pretext of special admission.

The special admission of Sigurd’s family, with whom they had been enemies for a long time, was bound to be accompanied by gossip.

There were many who felt uncomfortable with the idea of a barbarian entering the empire’s highest academy, ranging from opinions that the admission’s intentions were impure.

No matter how much a peace treaty was signed in the name of the imperial family, the deep emotional gulf that had been at odds with Sigurd’s family for a long time was not easily resolved.

In particular, the Demeian Empire, where there was a prevalent trend of looking down on Sigurd’s family, could not look upon this special admission with kind eyes.

From the perspective of noble cadets, they could never tolerate being educated in an environment similar to that of barbarians who risked their lives to fight.

Commoner cadets also did not view this special admission favorably.

In the case of noble students, they were semi-compulsorily forced to enter Demeia Academy to prove their blue blood, but commoner cadets were not.

For commoner cadets, admission to Demeia Academy was a stepping stone to turning their lives around and the key to a brilliant future.

As such, the competition for admission was so fierce that it went beyond imagination, so I couldn’t accept suddenly taking up a cadet position as if I were just putting a spoonful on a fully prepared meal.

However, the decision had already been made by Lucas, the head of the academy. As only academy cadets, they could not reverse that decision.

So they came up with a trick. If we can’t stop special admission, let’s make them leave on their own.

If you think about it, it was a simple thing. If they couldn’t overturn the decision of Lucas Academy Director, they could just let the specially admitted students leave on their own.

The funny thing is, this was a common thought among both noble and commoner cadets. Although they did not agree with each other, it was the first time since the establishment of Demeia Academy that two groups of cadets with different social statuses had the same opinion.

Although they did not understand each other’s intentions, they achieved the consensus that the empire wanted so much through their common enemy.

If Academy Director Lucas had found out about this, he would have issued an unpleasant order, but all of this was carried out very carefully.

Overtly, but secretly.

The goal is only for specially admitted students to drop out.

The two cadet groups praised themselves for the conclusions they had reached and were determined to succeed in their plan.

Of course, I realized how absurd that foolish idea was not long after the semester started.

***

“Who is next?”

A week after the semester starts.

The cadets who were watching the continuous sparring that started today remained silent.

As soon as the semester started, the cadets chose to apply for endless sparring as a way to get Brynhild, who was a thorn in their eyes, to drop out.

Demeia Academy’s policy was to limit the number of sparring applications a person could receive, but there was no limit to the number of sparring applications a person could receive.

This was a way to target only weak people and prevent them from earning points by applying face-to-face, but it was a mistake on the part of the academy that did not expect that this would be used as group bullying.

The cadets who discovered this contradiction excitedly attacked Brynhild.

At first, the cadets thought Brynhild wouldn’t last more than a day.

There is a limit to human physical strength, and those who reach that limit are bound to be psychologically driven.

But in reality, things went the opposite of what the cadets thought. Cadets of fairly high rank challenged Brynhild to a sparring match one after another, but no one was able to defeat Brynhild.

This was a defeat for the cadets who did not know that she was the great warrior of Sigurd’s clan. On the contrary, Brynhild, who enjoyed this kind of melee, was happy to see the cadets attacking on their own.

He said that even in the empire, there are cadets who not only have spirit skills but also the soul of a warrior, and accepted all face-to-face applications.

And now, a week later.

The result was a mountain of cadets who tried to spar with her but failed miserably.

No matter how promising they were in the empire, their opponent was a great warrior of the Sigurd clan who considered honorable fighting to be the highest value.

The cadets who rushed forward with enthusiasm, but left despite little exchange, had no choice but to forcefully agree to Brynhild’s special admission.

There was a legitimate reason for special admission rather than granting privileges.

“Is there no one there?”

Brynhild looked around and sighed as he saw the quiet sparring hall.

Although I was happy at first with the endless sparring, I couldn’t help but be disappointed after they clashed swords. She had high expectations because she said she had the best equipment in the empire, but her skills fell far short of her expectations.

If you think about it, it was a natural result, considering that there were very few talented people in the clan who could meet her expectations.

This is a place where there are children who have not even experienced war yet, so it was a mistake to have too high expectations.

But in some ways, it was also something that was inevitable. For her, the standard for academy cadets was Gilbert.

The one who defeated her, the great warrior, so easily.

The heart-pounding battle with him raised the bar of expectations for Demeia Academy too high.

If you think about it rationally, you would have concluded that it was unreasonable.

Brynhild seemed to get a little emotional when it came to things related to Gilbert.

In the end, when there were no more applicants for sparring, Brynhild, frustrated, quietly left the sparring venue. One way or another, there was only one person who could satisfy her.

Brynhild headed to the place where there was someone who could satisfy her. Since I was always at the gym around this time, I was still unfamiliar with the inside of the academy, but I was able to skillfully find the way there.

While visiting the fitness center, she ran into several cadets who had challenged her to a sparring match and were then defeated miserably.

The spirit I saw for the first time seemed like a scared puppy avoiding eye contact, so I snorted and hurried to the fitness center.

“Phew…”

As soon as he entered the fitness center, Brynhild’s expressionless expression cleared up.

Brynhild caught sight of a man with blond hair drenched in sweat, practicing training that bordered on asceticism.

No, calling it penance is rather a purification of words.

The men of Sigurd’s clan were also famous for their ignorant training, but in Brynhild’s opinion, Gilbert’s training remained at a higher level.

Asceticism refers to performing tasks that are difficult for the body to endure. That means at least doing something that a person can endure.

But most of what Gilbert did was questionable as to whether it was possible. Therefore, it might be more correct to describe it as torture rather than training.

Although it was a series of training that cut through bones, Brynhild liked that aspect even more.

Even though he already had the skills to defeat the great warrior, he was not satisfied and put effort into his training, which was a very attractive element to Sigurd, who revered martial arts.

Brynhild, who had been blankly watching Gilbert’s training, barely came to his senses.

If this were a battlefield, it would have been a complacent attitude with nothing to say even if my head was on the line, but this was a safe academy, not a battlefield.

In that case, watching a man of one’s taste was within the acceptable range.

To begin with, something like that is cowardly.

Brynhild nodded inwardly.

“Big.”

“Um…”

She pretended to be friendly toward Gilbert, who intentionally ignored her. It was nice to keep looking at Gilbert like this, but remaining passive was far from her personality.

“The training is also cool. As expected, he is like the man I was looking for.”

“Phew… Have you ever thought of being a distraction?”

“Not at all. Our life is what we strive for.”

Even though he was sighing, Brynhild grinned.

Literally, the Sigurdians always lived a life of achievement. Born as warriors, they have always lived fiercely and fiercely, and did not get what they wanted easily.

Always fighting, achieving, and living a life like a spark.

That was the Sigurdians, and they considered it the fate of warriors.

Brynhild was also able to be where she is today because she lived her whole life following the lifestyle of her clan.

“I recommend giving up.”

“That’s what I’m going to say here. Because I have to do whatever I decide.”

She waved her left hand as if it didn’t matter to Gilbert’s attitude of hitting the iron wall, and came right in front of Gilbert’s nose.

The distance is so close that you can even feel their breath.

Brynhild, who has a keen sense of smell, was able to sense the strong body odor of Gilbert, who was drenched in sweat.

A feeling that is difficult to describe, to the point of feeling slightly dizzy.

If I were to be honest, it felt like I was in a daze, like I was drunk.

Did I have this taste?

I didn’t particularly have a tendency to like the smell of sweat or men’s body odor.

Even though he had a slightly rough and harsh personality, he was normal in this respect. That much Brynhild could confidently say.

In that case, this guy, not me, is the problem.

I couldn’t help but think that way.

I’ve never worried about this problem before.

So, if you think the other way around and say that only Gilbert reacted this way, it would be more reasonable to say that the cause of the problem was the problem rather than Brynhild himself.

Of course, the logic was somewhat broken in the sense that even that depended on the person who felt it, but Brynhild decided to think as he felt comfortable.

A very easy conclusion that everything is because of Gilbert.

As a result, my thoughts began to flow in a self-centered way.

She was a proud great warrior of Sigurd’s clan. A great warrior meant a warrior representing the tribe, but he was also a person who continued the clan’s traditions.

The reason he knew about the Bolsung family that fought to the death with Gilbert, and the reason he responded to it was to continue the clan’s tradition.

Therefore, Brynhild had an obligation to continue the tradition.

When I thought about that, there was one very old tradition that suddenly (or desperately) came to mind.

It is said that marauding marriages were prevalent in the chaotic times before Sigurd the Great was born.

This is a remnant of a time when martial arts and battle were considered the highest values rather than honor. King Sigurd the Great, who is called the founder of the current Sigurd tribe, was also a great hero born as a result of a predatory marriage.

In the interest of preserving tradition, she also wondered if it would be right to proceed with a predatory marriage.

And I had no idea that the fruit of that love might be the prelude to the birth of another great hero.

She was determined to keep the tradition.

Of course, I intentionally did not recall the item that King Sigud the Great strictly prohibited marauding marriages.

“Your eyes are impure.”

“What. I’m just trying to keep the tradition.”

“I don’t understand the meaning.”

“It’s a predatory spirit!”

Brynhild rushed towards Gilbert with half-turned eyes. As if he thought that now, when he was exhausted from training, was the perfect opportunity.

Swish!

“The spirit is fierce.”

Previously, Brynhild’s intentions might have worked well. Because Gilbert’s training method was to squeeze all the strength of his entire body.

However, the problem was that it was far from enough for him, whose physical ability level was 93, which was starting to go beyond the superhuman range.

Gilbert, who hit Brynhild with the same momentum as he charged at him, wiped his sweat with the towel he had prepared in advance and sighed.

The thought of not knowing why Brynhild, who looked like a ferocious beast, turned into a horny she-cat was a bonus.