Chapter 24 (2/2)

“What's up? We should go to the next class,” said Russell as he came up to us

“Orabunni, this person is…?” asked Hyneth

“You don't know each other? Say hello This is my friend and roommate, Summoner Russell, and this cute lady is–”

“I am called Hyneth de Petrin”

Before I could finish introducing her, Hyneth lowered her head gracefully and gave out her name Her denseness to social cues had probably earned her a lot of snark before

“P-Petrin? Is, is it Count Petrin?”

“Yes I ahter of Count Petrin, Hyneth”

“Cough!” Speechless, Russell's face went pale

'What's wrong with his expression? It's like he's constipated'

“K-Kyre, I' ahead so you come at your own pace”

“Hey! Let's go together!”

Looking as if he had seen a virgin ghost with her tongue bitten off at a cemetery, Russell scrambled to run away

“Looks like he has soent to do” As if used to this treatment, Hyneth didn't take Russell's actions to heart

It was true that within the academy, all cadets should be treated equally without attention to rank or status, but even so, it wasn't right to offend a lady fro to the common sense I knew

“Orabunni, let's go”

“Hm? O-okay”

Froirl of irl who loved poe about flowers, but everyone else would raise their guard just hearing the word 'Petrin'

'Is he maybe… a vicious loan shark?'

It made me think the Count was some kind of lawful predatory lender who sucked the poor people's blood dry Hyneth was one thing, but since I didn't know her father, I could only have my doubts

No, it really was possible At the entrance exam, the marquises and the nobles under them had looked at Hyneth with such horror and shock Father Petrin could only be a loan shark

'As long as you didn't borrow any money, why discri to do'

If Hyneth's family were loan sharks, what did it irl in this world?

“Hyneth is so glad that she met orabunni”

Framed by her petite, round face and evenly parted hair, Hyneth's perfectly clear, large brown eyes met mine

'I will protect you!'

“Of course, this older bro also thinks that ”

I silently vowed to irl, then I wasn't a man, but a eunuch with just his stick but no balls

“I ae of swordplay from today onwards”

'Woah! He's really big!'

Viscount Atuan boasted a stature of over 2 ic instructor, Viscount Bane Atuan was cleanly shaved, but half of his face was e bastard sword at his hip let everyone know that he was a knight who valued strength

“I won't say much The sword is a world of victory where words do not h to be adht Academy, I'm sure you have learned your farow your skills with practical experience”

'Practical experience here as well?'

I could now see why the Bajran E as you had the ability, unless you were a slave, anyone could take the knight exaap between a commoner and a noble who had received systeht fa talent could appear out of nowhere

The empire's system naturally promoted commoners like that into their elite ranks It was really praiseworthy

“There are practice swords over there, so everyone go and get a weapon! Then, choose your opponent! Today, that person is your enemy! Just like your seniors did before you!”

'Ha–hardcore!' There weren't just knights here, but also rab swords and fight nonetheless

“Only, hts with knights!” bellowed Atuan belatedly, showing he wasn't overly musclebrained

“Instructor, is it okay if our opponent is a woman?” someone asked

“The moment you hold a sword, everyone is your enemy If you take it easy on soive you special education!”

He had a black-and-white personality and was the epitoressive, crazy– these words could describe Viscount Atuan perfectly

'But what are those guys doing?'

There were around ten people who had for theuy who looked fairly arrogant

'H about me?'

In that group was the third-rate villain, Alfonso He hispering soers at me

“My Lady, I would like to request a spar with you” While I was frowning at the Alfonso group, Hyneth received a sparring request

“W-withvoice, like a cute spotted deer

“The instructor said so, didn't he? Woiven special treatment”

'And you call yourself a uy asked for a spar He was one of the goonies in the same bunch as Alfonso 'You, I'll remember you'

They had all been whispering to themselves like cowards over there, so they were definitely up to so wicked

“Your nauy as asking for a spar with Hyneth, a man with a robust physique came up to me

'This guy is…' He looked like the strongest one of the bunch 'They planned this out'

Just because Hyneth ithanother guy to fight me

“Did you think a coht Acadehts, and his angular face exuded an air of coldness

“So what?”

Towards this guy as clearly trying to provoke me, I simply smiled and threw off his words with a retort

“Seeant as I heard Kuku I will help you remember what kind of existence a noble is today”

'Oho, is that so You, you're screwed today'

This was so my father said towas a perilous jungle He taughtat rade until they bled from their noses And in accordance with my father's instruction, from the 6th year of eleuys who always provokedof the year have a hot taste of my fist

“I accept your request” While I was distracted for a moment with my own opponent, Hyneth lowered her head and accepted the match

'Do your best to endure a bit,' I thought to Hyneth It was ridiculous that a ile one who looked as if she would go flying with a single hit, for a spar

“Any last words?”

“Last words? Puhahaha! You're not just arrogant, but crazy To dare to bring up last words in front of ht family of Count Termon…”

Trailing off, the guy glared at me with eyes like a wildcat

'Haah, looks like they've even got healers on watch'

During the entrance ceremony, the cadets had made blood voith the emperor As soon as the cere everyone's wounds Even during classes, two priests were on standby The erade education

'Lucky him'

I walked over and grabbed a wooden longswordht and feel were similar to that of a metal sword

“Hyap!” The sounds of running and grunts began to ring out in the training hall “Hah!”

The Skyknight cadets who had chosen their sparring partners exchanged blows

'Ara? Are those guys dancing?' I thought The physically unfit es and su their heavy wooden swords and waving them around like little children

“You attack first Once I raise my sword, you won't have any chance to attack anymore,” sneered the next Count of the Termons

He wasn't just unlucky, but terribly arrogant as well

“You'll regret it though…” I warned while grasping the sword hilt

“Regret? Puhaha! If you -nim from tomorroards”

'Oh, auy made a truly bad decision 'Watch carefully, you rotten bastards'

The Alfonso group had paired off a blohile staring at us

I lightly swung the sword around, causing a sharp whoosh to ring out

Hearing the cry of the wooden sword as it cut the air, Heir Teroons suddenly showed expressions of surprise

“Hah!”

I let out a short grunt before kicking off and swingingbolt at my opponent's head

Clang! Claaaaaang!

Though it was only a wooden sword, the knight cadets' swords were as heavy as steel One cadet's sword attacked another cadet's head with a movement so fast that you could barely see it

“W-what!”

“damn!”

They were sparring, but because they weren't truly eneht blows The sudden sound of clashi+ng steel in the training hall made them involuntarily pause

Then, upon seeing the spectacle before the his sith lightning speed His opponent was a cadet as desperately blocking the overhead bloith both hands The attack had come so sudden and fast that the cadet was forced to defend with no chance to attack, and his face had already becoly shade of black Actually, upon closer inspection, the defending cadet's pal from the sheer force of the blow

“Gulp…”

So, and there was already such an exceptional attack Even though Viscount Atuan had ordered them to spar, most of the students were from noble families with ties to each other in the empire No one could throw themselves into such a serious attack like that

“It ends here!!” shouted the black-haired cadet after practicing his overhead blow

“Uwaahhh!” A cry burst out froht and put all his strength into his arms in preparation for the last blow

Bam!

“KYAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”

But thedown and instead gave his opponent's important man bits a powerful kick

Accompanied by a cry that was so loud that it would surely be heard outside the training hall, the black-haired cadet's lips drew into an evil smile

“Urgh…”

In that raved this into their heads: you should never spar with this evil guy with the black hair

Bam!

“Uwaaaaaahhhhhh!”

But that wasn't all Everyone in the training hall turned their heads to yet another scream

“Guh!”

“Holy!”

Their shocked gazes were greeted with yet another cry

“Stand up! A knight shouldn't let go of their sword until the moment they die!”

A girl was standing there

She earing the black cloak that represented a Skyknight, but the girl looked absolutely kind and pure Such a girl was brutally swinging her sword andpartner

“It, it's the daughter of Battlemaniac Count Petrin!”

“Uwahh! That Hyneth from the Petrin Family?!”

As soon as someone said 'Battlemaniac Count Petrin,' the cadets were scared shi+tless

The Battlemaniac Petrin Family were vassals from the foundation period of the eends about their battle mania It was said that anyone who received the bloodline of the Petrin Family would return to their battle maniac roots even if they became insomniacs one day

Their woentle ladies, but the rasped a sword, they were transformed into warriors who knew no fear

Everyone knew about the Petrin Fa family motto

'Just Beat Him Up'—a short, but powerful motto

There was a fao, when Bajran was at ith the Laviter E clear in one of the battles due to a y, the previous head of the Petrin Faeted the Laviter Eeneral was rumored to have cursed the PetrinsThe previous Count Petrin took his wyvern and attacked the general like a h he was outnu with his eyes rolled back, scaring the ene hily by the Count over the country border, and thanks to that, the Bajran E defeat and come out alive

That wasn't the only story out there; in every situation, whenever you came into contact with the Petrin Faendarily obstinate battle maniac Petrin Count family caused people in all of Bajran, no, all of Kallian Continent, to shake their heads

And they always allowed just one move from the opponent, even if that opponent was the emperor himself

“Next tiain! No, every tiht you!”

Hyneth was a pure-blooded Petrin descendant The poor cadet as her opponent was singled out by her, and the moment he heard she was from the Petrin Family, bubbles foamed from his mouth and he fainted

“shi+t!” As if her anger hadn't fully abated yet, Hyneth spat while grasping the wooden sith both hands “The hell are you looking at!”

With huge eyes that didn't suit her combative aura, she cursed at every cadet who ht cadets ere said to be the top in the eazes, afraid they would be targeted by theof the Petrin Count Family whose history ran red with blood

“W-what the fuck?”

My happiness at my victory was short-lived The clear and obvious evidence before my eyes made my jaw drop

'NO! NOOOO~!!'

And inside an to scream like crazy How couldan aura like soster from the movies?!

The warlike energy coe doe-like eyes was definitely a necessary skill for a gangster My happy drea a pretty little sister flew far, far away Even with one glance, you could tell that Hyneth was more of a musclehead than our instructor, Viscount Atuan

I looked into the sky

'Oh Lord Alhty…'

I could only be disappointed at the God who had given me such a difficult trial