episode_0027

At the center of Remnant Academy is the main building where actual lectures are held.

The main building consisted of three main classrooms arranged in a ‘ㄷ’ shape and a spacious outdoor parade ground.

The main classrooms provide theoretical education on magic, knightly combat, and common subjects, and sparring and practical training are held in the outdoor parade ground in front of them.

Since today is the first day of school, I heard that in the morning, a simple free sparring session will be held for new students to check their skills.

In the afternoon, we will be divided into departments and begin basic lectures for each department.

After chatting with Nigel, I headed to the parade ground.

In the distance, in front of the review line on the wide parade ground, I could see freshmen large and small in uniform lined up in three groups.

There are 60 knight students wearing light protective gear over black uniforms and carrying spears, axes, and swords.

60 students from the Faculty of Magic, wearing identical black uniforms with short purple capes on their shoulders and holding daggers and small staffs.

There were 30 religious students wearing white robes with the symbols of each denomination drawn on them.

A total of 150 people were gathered in the middle of the vast parade ground, talking to each other about various things.

I, Asha, and I headed to the back row where the engineering students were gathered.

The noisy freshmen noticed us and turned their gaze towards us.

I was met with stares that were no different from those during the entrance exam.

Disgust, contempt, disgust, rejection, suspicion, fear.

…It’s more bearable than I thought.

Perhaps because I had already prepared myself, I was able to get over the stares.

Does this mean I have grown, or does it mean I have become dull?

Either way, it was ultimately a necessary change.

At least now I no longer feel short of breath, my hands are shaking, or my feet stop moving.

Rather, it was more difficult to suppress the mental impulse that kept going to the left hip, as if to immediately pull out the sword and crush those arrogant eyes.

The voices of freshmen whispering flowed into my ears.

‘Is that him? ‘I heard that savage… eats people.’

‘Dane Butcher, Kahar’s prostitute… who would have thought that the rumor about him being a special admission student was true…!’

‘What on earth was the Margrave of Landenburg thinking about Kahar…’

‘Look at that face. Are those real human eyes…?

‘The half-racial girl next to her is pretty nice.’

‘I heard that even Dane’s knights couldn’t stop it. Is this true?’

These were mostly insignificant stories, so I ignored them.

I only remembered the guy who called me a whore and the guy who stared at Asha.

He said he was pretty cool with a girl half his height in front of him.

In many ways, this is a somewhat disturbing statement.

“It’s popular? Hashall.”

“Can you say this is popular? It’s infamous”

“Notoriety is also fame, right? At least it will be proof that you are strong. We are so closed that it is rare for us to be known at all.”

Asha shook her head regretfully.

“Asha, do you even want to become famous?”

“Yes. As my name spreads throughout the empire, my potential customers will also increase. Wouldn’t this be a good opportunity to showcase the technical skills of the Red Copper Clan?”

Potential customers. Are you planning on doing business with the people of the empire?

“Technology, are you trying to sell the right product? Can I sell something like that to people in the empire?”

I know that half-races only monopolize cutting-edge technology among themselves and do not spread it to the outside world.

I heard that trade with Panam never exports high-tech products and only sells simple items such as swords, armor, and crafts.

“These days, various stories are coming out in Himmel. I’ll tell you more details when you come to the room later.”

Asha stopped talking when she arrived at the group of new students at the Knight Faculty.

If you’re curious, I’m telling you to come visit me later.

…I guess I’ll take the time and go see the sights.

Standing in the back row, I opened my eyes sharply and glared at the freshmen who were glancing in my direction.

If you have something to say, say it openly and confidently.

There were a lot of aspiring knights, whispering and glancing at me with displeased eyes.

Isn’t that unbecoming of a knight?

The freshmen who made eye contact with me were startled and turned their heads forward.

okay. After all, freshmen. They are still like young sprouts.

It would be foolish to pay any attention to the reactions of these guys.

Ah, I made eye contact with Knut.

…was it really there?

Knut looked at me intently, stroking his sack, with his mouth tightly closed and his eyes deeply sunken.

There was a heavy fighting spirit on his expressionless face.

It seemed like he was going to raise his ax and rush towards me at any moment.

Are you going to attack me? Surely, here?

Without realizing it, I put my hand on the hilt of the sword.

As my fingers gained strength, each strand slowly came down and began to wrap around the hilt of the sword.

Tension ran down my spine.

Suddenly Knut turned his head.

As if he wasn’t planning on fighting right now.

My heart relaxed, and my right arm hung down.

I sighed without realizing it.

okay. Anyway, I don’t think you’d want to come out and stab me in a situation like this.

Asha, who had been silently looking sideways in my direction, turned her head again and began to look at the new students with interest.

This guy doesn’t miss a moment when it looks like there’s going to be a real fight.

After passing it over for now, I also took a close look at the faces of the new students.

Most of them are just random people, but there will be some important characters in the story.

Let’s see…

Edgar, the brown ponytail of the Department of Religious Studies. It was a character that could later be used as a paladin with good performance.

Lana, a girl with light pink curly hair. He is a decent healer who specializes in recovery rather than buffing.

There is no one in the Faculty of Magic other than Ophelia.

Well, I was ranked 4th in the entrance exam with just a cursory spell cast, so there’s nothing to look at below that.

As expected, Damian is the core of the knight department.

I turned my head to look at the bright blonde hair standing at the front of the group.

A 16-year-old young man who is sturdy enough to be considered a boy, but still has a youthful streak to be considered a mature young man.

He was a refreshingly handsome man whose tight-fitting black uniform exuded sophistication.

The female students around him were looking at him with slightly red cheeks, as if fascinated by his soft smile.

I looked at that figure a little disapprovingly.

As expected, he is the main character. He flirts with both nobles and commoners alike.

If there was a charm status, it would have been at least 90.

Actually, there is no status window or status in this world.

Damian was talking to a green-haired girl of the same age standing next to him.

It was mainly the girls who spoke, and Damian only smiled and answered.

Was that maybe Milia?

The protagonist’s childhood friend and an aspiring knight who admired him and followed him to the academy.

I remember performance as being mediocre.

No matter how much he trains his sword skills, he cannot reach the level of an ordinary knight.

There’s even a bad ending event with that theme.

In the end, he realized that his skills were not enough to be with Damian, wandered in frustration, and eventually became corrupted, making him a truly troublesome character.

After being corrupted, he becomes a demon and comes out as an enemy with a bow.

I guess I should pay attention to that guy too.

—-

Not long after, a man walked up to the exercise table.

A stocky figure wearing an imperial army officer’s uniform, and a face that appears to be in his late 30s.

Her sparsely gray hair was neatly pulled back, and thick eyebrows the size of her index finger formed a straight line beneath her marble-flat forehead.

The left eyebrow was broken off by a small diagonal scar, and the wrinkles under the eyes were deep and reached down to the cheek area.

He wore an officer’s long sword on his waist.

The man standing on the inspection table looked down at the new students and opened his mouth.

“Be quiet.”

It was a low and quiet voice, but at the same time powerful.

The freshmen all stopped murmuring and looked at the man with bated breath.

After confirming that the noise had died down, the man continued speaking.

“Welcome to Remnant Academy. This professor is Kaline Fernandez, the instructor who will be in charge of your interpersonal combat course.”

It’s a color line.

Considering that he is wearing an officer’s uniform rather than a knight’s uniform, does that mean he is not an imperial knight, but rather an officer in the imperial army?

Kaline turned his head, looked at the freshmen, and then opened his mouth again.

“As you can see now, there are various types of combat occupations in the world. Vanguards, wizards, priests, paladins, archers, etc. The anti-personnel combat course is designed to understand the combat characteristics of these various occupations and learn appropriate response methods for each occupation.”

In short, it is a lecture that teaches warriors how to deal with wizards, and wizards how to deal with priests.

Even among the same occupation, each person’s combat style will be different, so that part will also be included in the lecture content.

“I understand that everyone is relieved by the joy of passing the exam and the first meeting with classmates. However, you do know that the goal of Remnant Academy is to train you into knight-level forces that can be deployed alone within a year, right? Now, even if you look at me favorably, I am a semi-knight-level chick. You can think that during my lectures, there is almost no time to laugh and have fun.”

As befits a soldier, his attitude was always rigid.

Perhaps because they were nervous about Kaline’s attitude, the freshmen’s expressions hardened a little.

“If I understand, I will start practical learning right away. If you want time to introduce yourself to each other, put it off until after the lecture is over. ”

After checking the reactions of the new students, Kaline smiled with satisfaction and took a step closer.

“As announced in advance, today’s morning will be a free sparring session between each new student. It will be an opportunity to face your own level and check the skills of your classmates. That’s it. Any questions?”

“I have a question! You said it was free sparring, but does that mean the opponent is anyone?”

A frivolous-looking male student raised his hand.

Looking at him, he looks like the guy who saw Asha earlier and said that she was pretty good.

The male student glanced back at us. Mainly Asha.

“It doesn’t matter who it is, as long as the other person allows it. I recommend sparring with someone who is unfamiliar to you as much as possible and get a feel for their characteristics.”

The male student smiled and nodded at Kaline’s permission.

Do you want to spar with Asha?

You’ll probably regret it.

I thought about what would happen soon and prayed for the male student to rest in peace.

“Then, I will give you 20 minutes. In the meantime, talk to each other and find a suitable sparring partner. Since this is the first lecture, those who are not confident in their skills or who have not found a suitable opponent will be specifically permitted to watch without participating. Okay, disbanded.”

The freshmen who were looking around at Kaline’s words soon dispersed in groups of threes and fives.

Who should I spar with?

Asha is a bit like that. Should I go see Damian?

…Let’s avoid Knut for now. Because I don’t think it will end in sparring.