You Third-Rate Villain, Get Your Reward

Because we lived in an era of great hatred, we let our guard down.

“Disgusting. I really was a crazy bitch for believing in something like you even once.”

I thought I was used to being criticized. I thought I had gotten rid of all the curses I would endure throughout my life in the military.

“…I was thinking about the future of black magicians, but you ruined it all. Trash bastard.”

But when I thought about it, there were curses that I had no experience with yet. The curses I used to hear in the military were curses from people I would never meet who were born a few days or months before me, so I was able to ignore them.

The level of criticism and swearing coming from people who built relationships with the expectation of seeing each other for a long time was at a different level.

Because of this, people in the corner of the room become a nuisance.

“At one time, I thought of you as a rival and a good competitor. But, that was my mistake. You were a criminal from the beginning.”

Even worse, since it all comes through a wireless phone called Fact, there is no way to withstand it. Oh my, my ears are bleeding.

“Stop. I know you all have a lot to say, but let’s stop. If I sentence you now, it’s a face you won’t see again. then… ”

The numerous suspicions and charges against me flow out through the man’s cold voice.

– A terrorist incident that occurred at the academy entrance exam.

– Case of assault on a noble female student.

– Incident of stealing a woman’s restroom.

-Arson incident at the women’s dormitory.

– Incident of a demon magician intruding during the mid-term evaluation.

– External training evaluation high-rank monster intrusion incident.

– Academy lab magic stone runaway incident. etc…

Perhaps because there were too many crimes he was spewing out, the man drank a glass of water along the way and then spoke the last of them.