episode_0018

Remnant Academy was originally a military education institution established in the capital by Emperor Carolus the Great to systematically train knights after establishing the empire.

Gather together excellent talents discovered from all over the empire and finally reach the realm of masters through professional education and intensive training.

And, using the power of the master-level knights thus born, the empire’s reign is maintained forever.

That was the initial plan of Carolus the Great.

Therefore, the early Remnant Academy was simply an institution to train knights.

However, as time went by and various departments were added, the size of the academy further expanded, and Remnant Academy gradually transformed into a huge comprehensive educational institution that symbolized the prosperity of the empire.

800 years since establishment.

The current Remnant Academy simply received support from the Imperial Army and was in fact a civilian institution specializing in combat subjects.

Even so, as most graduates followed their seniors and applied to the imperial army, it was still recognized as a core military institution of the empire.

…In terms of the game, it was simply a training system to train low-level characters to a usable level.

—-

“I think I need to fill out the application form soon. Would you like to continue your major as an engineer department?”

While I was practicing swordsmanship in the garden of the Marquis’ mansion, Nigel came to me with a document.

“Application for admission?”

“Yes. Regular students will take the entrance exam for four days starting today, but special admission students will be exempt from the entrance exam. Just fill out and submit this application and you will be admitted immediately.”

Nigel explained in a calm tone. The overly stiff tone of speech became more natural.

As expected, it was worth telling him to stop talking awkwardly last night.

His tone was still stiff, but I was satisfied that he was better than before.

An awkward way of speaking, trying to end every conversation with “I’m going to end it.”

I think Nigel himself thought it was a soldier-like or knight-like way of speaking, but honestly, it was awkward and I felt uncomfortable because it reminded me of my military days every time I heard it.

Nigel, who heard my complaint last night, bowed his head and thought for a while, and finally left a weak statement, ‘…I will correct it.’

He had a strangely dejected appearance, but he seemed to have a great deal of attachment or belief in his tone of voice.

Or maybe he just lived under the illusion that it was a cool thing to do as a knight.

I put down my sword, took the documents, and headed to the table in the garden.

Application for admission. There is also something like this.

I read the details.

On the front of the double-sided document, there was a blank space to write down the department to which you were applying and brief personal information, and on the back were written the admission rules that special admission students must follow.

First, I read the admission rules.

There was no particular content.

Basically, unlike ordinary cadets, cadets are allowed to wear clothing unique to their race, but clothing that excessively violates ethical regulations may be restricted.

Most of the basic rules to be followed inside the dormitory, such as benefits and usage of the dormitory exclusively for specially admitted students, curfew time and bedtime.

What caught the eye was the fact that, if two specially admitted students request it, a duel is allowed under the observation of a professor.

The outcome of the duel was solely the responsibility of the parties involved, and the empire would not allow any external interference in the damage caused by the duel.

In short, it doesn’t matter if they fight and die among themselves, but they will thoroughly prevent it from escalating into a diplomatic issue.

…It’s a rule that doesn’t seem likely to be followed.

Actually, I don’t know.

If you think about it, I came voluntarily as a hostage, and being sent as a hostage usually means that my status in my country is not that high.

It may be an accidental death for which compensation can be obtained from the empire, but if it is a voluntary death, they may not be particularly concerned.

After checking the admission rules, I turned over the document and read the explanation of the department I was applying to.

Department of Knights, Department of Magic, Department of Battle Religion, Department of Tactics

A total of four departments were listed with brief explanations.

While the Department of Knights was a fundamental department that brought together and fostered close combat professions, the Department of Magic had its majors subdivided depending on the school.

Although this place also basically teaches magic specialized for combat.

In the case of Militant Religious Studies, it was a department established at the request of the 11 main churches, and those who were not affiliated with the church could not even apply to it in the first place.

Are they saying they’re going to eat it among themselves or something like that?

The Department of Tactics was not a department to train combat personnel, but a department that provided commander education on unit tactics.

It’s like a liberal arts campus at a technical university.

I picked up a pen, checked the article section, and then filled out my personal information.

The personal information section consisted of simple items such as name, race, age, gender, and country.

-Hashar Aishangior. Ka`har. 18 years old. …female. Ayshan.

I was a bit worried about whether I should write the country’s name as Ka’har, but the official name was Aishan.

It is correct to write that the race is actually human, but the empire will not recognize that.

Where did you come to be treated as a similar race?

“Here. Is this okay?”

I returned the completed document to Nigel.

Nigel folded the document neatly and put it into a white envelope.

“Yes. After sending the application form to the academy, you can move into the dormitory until the day before the entrance ceremony.”

“In four days, I will say goodbye to this mansion. Have you packed all your luggage?”

“Most daily necessities, except for weapons, will be provided by the academy, so all you need to do is get some spare clothes.”

There wasn’t much to take.

As for the support from the Marquis, most of it was the supplies needed during the trip to the islands, and the only thing left was tuition and one month’s living expenses.

They said they would cover tuition, but if you need living expenses, you should earn it yourself.

If you are a student at Remnant Academy, that alone is at the level of a semi-article.

Since he would be immediately recognized as at least a C-level adventurer, I was told to visit the adventurer’s guild whenever he needed money.

He took a cigarette out of the leather pouch on his waist and smoked it.

Now that I think about it, there are already only a few packs left. The Marquis still gave me about three packs.

I bloomed every day whenever I thought of it, and before I knew it, I had less than half a pack left.

okay. I guess I’ll have to visit the Adventurer’s Guild later.

The requests there usually involve things like defeating monsters or searching dungeons, so it might be worth trying for experience.

…It’s not necessarily because of the price of cigarettes.

Since I had decided to live in this world anyway, I had to increase my strength as much as possible.

The empire is quite peaceful now, but that won’t be the case in the future.

—-

In the first place, entering the academy was just the starting point of my hopeful life plan.

Now that the starting point has been passed, it is time to move on to the next step.

I need to check out the face of the handsome protagonist who will save this world.

If it’s useful, I’ll just have to become close to him somehow and avoid the bad ending, and I’ll just have to help the main character behind his back and bury him.

Then, the main character will be able to save the world on his own.

My image of hitting rock bottom will also improve a little.

Original Hashal… should we just call it Hershela?

Okay, then.

Anyway, I don’t know exactly how egregious the evil deeds Hershela committed were, but just from what she says, it seems like she took a bath in the blood of the Danes.

At that level, there would be no use in apologizing.

Rather, the moment I admit my guilt and come out in a low-key manner, they will try to use that as an excuse to bite me.

If that happens, there is no turning back.

Therefore, what Hershela did should be shameless, saying that it was a natural act of war as a Kahar people, since the Danes were the enemy at the time.

Of course, you’ll get angry, but apologizing doesn’t mean you won’t get angry.

It would be better to make a mistake here and cover it up.

You could say it was a shameless and cowardly idea, but it was the best.

I have no choice.

—-

“So, you said that starting today is the entrance exam for general admission students, right? While you’re submitting it, would you mind if I went and had a look in person?”

It may cause some commotion, but it is necessary.

It’s a commotion, something you’ll continue to experience after you enroll, and right now, the priority is to make sure the main characters appear.

“…I can’t recommend it, but if you really want to, you can do it. The imperial family has already recognized Ka’har as a similar race, and as long as the name of Landenburg is alive and well, they will not openly try to harm Hashall, who receives the Marquis’ support.”

“Because this is something you will experience later anyway. Then let’s go.”

“Yes. Then I will prepare a carriage.”

Let’s take a look at the main character’s skills. That is, if the protagonist participates in the entrance exam today.

Well, even if there is no main character today, there may be other main characters.

About thirty minutes later, the carriage finally arrived in front of the academy’s main gate.

The front gate was crowded with numerous applicants who came to take the entrance exam.

Colorful hairs were all mixed together and dazzling the eyes.

Yellow, gold, brown, red, blue, light green, white…

…There’s even a pink one.

At best, the crowd seemed to be over a thousand people.

At this point, it would be hard to recognize who is who until you see them up close or hear their names.

I just turned my head and looked towards the academy building.

A red brick fence surrounded the entire site, and beyond the iron bars of the main gate, a plowshare with over a dozen different buildings was visible.

In front of the security buildings erected on both sides, two knights stood guard, checking visitors and letting them through.

What caught my eye was the arched decoration above the iron bars, with the phrase ‘cradle that protects the country’ written in the elegant imperial language.

…It’s a very familiar design.

—-

After some time, when it was our turn, Nigel, sitting in the coach seat, presented the special admission certificate to the security drivers, who, upon seeing it, opened the front door.

Nigel parked the carriage in the parking space inside the academy and knocked on the door.

“Hashall, you have to walk from here. Do you mind?”

“Okay…wait a minute.”

When I finally arrived, I felt an unexpected sense of tension.

He took out the few remaining cigarettes, put them to his mouth, and lit them.

The fingertips holding the matches were trembling slightly, perhaps due to the nervousness that was squeezing me inside.

Yeah, no problem.

It may be an insult, but what can you do to me?

Most of them will be weaker than me anyway.

Just take it in moderation and that’s enough.

I inhaled the smoke deep into my lungs and exhaled it as if taking a deep breath.

Smoke billowed out like a sigh and swirled around the inside of the carriage.

My mind calmed down a bit.

After putting the long sword back on my waist, I put the dagger I had gotten from Nigel next to it.

Afterwards, the armor was refined again.

A skirt and cape with metal barbs layered on top of fur, and even an iron plate covering the front of gloves and boots.

I didn’t wear the breastplate because it felt stuffy and cumbersome on my chest.

For some reason, even in the original work, he usually takes off his breastplate.

Lastly, the metal case containing the frost was hung horizontally on the back of the waist.

The butler of the mansion, who saw me wearing my frosted feet roughly tied with a cloth, personally brought me this case and told me to use this instead.

good. Although it doesn’t have a breastplate, it is almost fully armed.

“That’s it. Let’s go now.”

I took another deep breath and opened the carriage door wide.

Dozens of pairs of eyes turned towards me.