Chapter 147 : Chapter 147

Chapter 147. Why are there delinquents at the Academy? (3)

Jillian was horrified.

He didn't know the delinquent's name, but the move he had just shown was astonishing.

It was a simple attack, but the process in between was completely invisible.

One moment he was fine, and the next, he had been hit by the bottle and had collapsed.

‘And that bottle.’

Normally, if you hit someone's head hard with a bottle, the bottle should break.

But the fact that the bottle was intact meant that he had infused it with aura at the moment of impact to strengthen it.

How much precise aura control would be needed to infuse a glass bottle, not a hard sword, with aura?

In other words, that fourth-year was…

‘A master.’

He could only come to that conclusion.

And in this place, there was exactly one other person who had reached the same conclusion as Jillian.

‘Where did a guy like this come from?’

The mercenary butler named Serbey.

He stealthily took a step back.

‘I don't know who he is, but this isn't right.’

He had a strong feeling that this wouldn't be worth it, so he intended to leave the scene.

But…

“Serbey! Serbey! Where are you trying to go?”

The brat named Yulian made things difficult for him.

Yulian ordered Serbey, who was stealthily backing away.

“Take that bastard down right now.”

“Young Master. The opponent is a fourth-year upperclassman.”

“Shut up. Just do as I say!”

“Young Master. If you do this…”

“If you don’t do as I say, I’ll tell my father to make you return the entire advance payment.”

“……”

‘Damn little brat.’

Serbey bit his lip hard.

The opponent clearly looked formidable.

Facing an opponent whose strength couldn't even be gauged went against a mercenary's nature, but this time, he had no choice.

‘I have to try…’

He stepped forward and spoke to his opponent.

“If you just back down now, we can pretend this never happened.”

“What are you saying, you fucking idiot.”

“……”

He had a great talent for making people angry.

The opponent raised the bottle high.

The bottom of the bottle went up towards the sky, and the sound of alcohol gurgling down his throat could be heard.

The delinquent, who had tilted it back to drink every last drop, wiped his lips with his sleeve.

And motioning with his fingers towards Serbey, he said.

“Come at me.”

“Insolent fool!”

Enraged by the blatant disrespect, Serbey quickly leaped forward and thrust his longsword.

In that instant, his longsword split into five branches, aiming for the opponent's vital points.

A truly dazzling move.

It was a perfect strike, comparable to his active days when he was known in the mercenary world for his flashy swordsmanship, called the Mirage Sword.

‘Got him.’

In that moment, Serbey was certain of victory.

The opponent hadn't been able to move an inch even as his attack reached striking distance.

But then…

Shiiiik!

Serbey’s sword passed through the opponent’s afterimage.

The opponent had somehow completely escaped Serbey’s senses and dodged.

And right next to him, the opponent’s voice was heard.

“You done?”

“Keuk…”

Serbey hastily turned to his side.

What he saw in that instant was…

Papapapapapapat!

A bottle that had split into dozens, no, perhaps even hundreds of copies.

“Huk!?”

He was horrified by the sight of the bottles that completely filled his vision.

A fantastical technique that was incomparable to his own, which only created five illusions.

And he had done it not with a sword, but with a bottle.

‘He's a monster.’

Serbey realized.

He was never an opponent he could have done anything against in the first place.

And what followed was the bottle exploding all over his body.

Peopeopeopeopeopeopeok!

“Kuaaaaaaak!”

A terrible pain was accompanied by Serbey’s scream echoing through the air.

Thud.

Serbey, thoroughly beaten with the bottle, collapsed.

Only after seeing that did Yulian and his gang realize that the situation was not normal.

But it was already too late.

The delinquent before them had already set his sights on the next target.

“Now, it’s time for judgment.”

Yulian and his gang were seized with extreme fear as they saw the delinquent approaching with a bottle in one hand and an eerie smile.

“Wai… wait, wait, calm down, senior.”

“Calm down? Senior?”

“Please calm down, senior.”

“Why should I?”

At that, Yulian hastily shouted.

“My name is Yulian Ferrero.”

“So what?”

“I don't know who you are, senior, but it won’t be good for you to make an enemy of the Ferrero County family. So…”

“Back off here?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

For a moment, Yulian harbored the hope that the opponent might be reasoned with.

“Iiiiiin yoooour dreeeeams?”

But it was a vain hope.

Seeing the delinquent speak with a voice and expression that would make any sane person angry, Yulian desperately shouted.

“Do you really intend to make an enemy of our Ferrero County family?”

“Sure, why not.”

“I don't know who you are, but making an enemy of our family, an influential noble in the central political circle, is a foolish thing to do.”

“It’s fine. It’s fine. Don’t worry about me, just take your beating, junior.”

Seeing the opponent approach as if it were nothing, Yulian’s face was now on the verge of tears.

He was completely unreasonable.

He had never met a guy like this in his life.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Me? I’m Patrick Schneider.”

“Patrick Schneider. I will definitely make you regret… regret…”

Yulian’s face gradually stiffened as he spoke.

And it wasn't just Yulian; the expressions of the others were the same.

They looked at the delinquent before them.

He was definitely wearing a fourth-year badge.

And he looked incredibly strong at a glance.

But no matter how you looked at it…

“That complete delinquent is Patrick Schneider?”

The one who said this was the fallen Jillian.

Patrick grabbed the back of his neck as if it were stiff and cracked it from side to side.

“The freshmen are pissing me off again this year.”

Patrick put down the bottle and cracked the knuckles of both his fists.

“Alright? Let’s all die today, juniors.”

“Wai…. Wait a minute…. Keok!”

“What do you mean, wait a minute? There is no wait a minute!”

And Patrick began to seriously stomp on Yulian and his gang.

“You impudent bastards who left your manners in the Great Forest, where do you get off challenging your god-like senior? Huh?”

“It was… keok.”

“You know you were wrong? Then die! Atone with your death!”

“Forgive… kuaak!”

“There is no forgiveness in my dictionary, you bastard. I tore that page out a long time ago!”

It was a wretched and cruel scene.

So much so that even Jillian, who had been beaten by Yulian and his gang and almost had his life as a swordsman ended, felt fear rather than satisfaction.

After thoroughly beating Yulian and his gang, Patrick said.

“From now on, don't let me see you in the Academy. If I do, you die.”

“……”

“You’re impudent to the very end. Not answering? Should we go another round?”

“Yes. Yes!”

“Understood.”

The guys who were on the verge of death hastily answered.

Patrick’s violence had even awakened the half-corpses that looked like they should be neatly placed in a coffin.

After dealing with them, Patrick approached Jillian.

“Ah…. Um… Senior. It is an honor to meet you.”

Jillian forced himself to get up and spoke.

Although there were one or two shocking aspects, in terms of results, that senior had saved him.

Yes.

The one and only Patrick Schneider had saved him.

To Jillian, who was trembling with emotion, Patrick approached and spoke.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes! I’m fine.”

“Ooh, tough, huh?”

“Thank you.”

“Then you’ll be fine to take a hit.”

“Tha… yes?”

To the flustered Jillian who asked back, Patrick said.

“A little while ago, the one who said [That complete delinquent is Patrick Schneider?], that was you, right?”

“……”

Ah, you heard that.

Hahaha.

He heard it.

He heard it.

Pow!

* * *

The professors of the Knight Faculty gathered and held a meeting.

The topic of the meeting was…

“We will now begin the 78th meeting on countermeasures for Patrick Schneider.”

…this.

As soon as they heard the topic, the professors all sighed in unison and tore at their hair.

They knew Patrick now.

How could they not, after dealing with him for the past three years?

The head professor, Professor Leyte, sitting at the head of the table, spoke.

“What kind of trouble has he caused this time?”

“He beat up dozens of first-years.”

“Dozens? The report I received yesterday said it was five.”

“The number of victims increased in half a day.”

“Awwwooo…”

Professor Leyte grabbed the back of his neck and groaned in pain.

In just half a day, the number of victims had not just doubled, but multiplied several times over.

How was this possible?

Well, he knew the answer.

“As expected of Patrick Schneider.”

“He’s a guy who makes the impossible possible.”

“I wish he wouldn’t do that, though…”

Yes.

The name Patrick Schneider itself was the answer.

“What was the reason for the beating?”

“Nineteen of them were impudent, relying only on their family’s prestige. Fifteen were caught trying to attack a minority in a group, and three challenged Patrick head-on and were broken.”

“The last ones are quite brave.”

“I don’t know if they’re brave or just out of their minds…”

“Never mind that. Any dropouts among them?”

“About twenty-three first-years seem to be submitting their withdrawal forms.”

“We’ll have to contact those on the waiting list.”

Professor Leyte let out a sigh.

In fact, the same thing had happened last year and the year before.

Whenever a freshman who acted up relying on their family’s prestige or caused trouble beyond a certain line appeared at the Academy, they were all punished by Patrick without exception.

And those guys would receive a warning from Patrick.

A warning not to be seen in the Academy.

In fact, the meaning of being told not to be seen while in the same faculty was just one thing.

[Get lost.]

Indeed, in the previous two years, there had been many dropouts among the first-years.

‘Actually, this is convenient…’

From Professor Leyte’s perspective, this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

In fact, it happened every year.

Those rascals who disrupted the norms of the Academy, relying only on their family background.

Professor Leyte also wanted to expel these rotten apples from the Academy.

However, to do so officially required a long and tedious investigation, listening to both sides.

Also, in the process, it was obvious that powerful noble families would exert pressure.

He could block any pressure applied within the Academy.

But there was nothing he could do about what happened outside the Academy.

Even if a powerful perpetrator’s family crushed the victim’s family with their power, there was no way he could stop it.

In the end, the reality was that he could only let things slide by giving light punishments to both sides.

But when Patrick Schneider stepped up, the story changed.

Those arrogant rascals who only relied on their family’s power.

Patrick would beat the crap out of all of them at the beginning of the semester and then kick them out of the Academy.

Normally, resentment and anger towards Patrick, and retaliation against the Schneider family should follow, but…

‘As if any family would dare.’

The 7-star realm.

The Arcana winner.

The princess' fiancé.

How on earth could they retaliate against that?

In fact, among the families that held a grudge against Patrick, there was even the Marquis Panola family.

But even Marquis Panola, the captain of the Royal Guard Knights, couldn’t say anything to Patrick.

The current Patrick was not someone the likes of Marquis Panola could even touch.

So, it was good that Patrick was filtering out the freshmen on his own.

But…

“Isn’t he himself destroying the discipline of the Academy more than anyone else?”

Yes.

That was the problem.

Professor Jordin, the strictest among the professors, spoke.

“Head Professor. Sir Schneider’s violations of school rules and illegal activities have already gone too far.”

“What are you talking about now…”

“What did you say?”

“No, nothing. Ahem…. What is so problematic?”

At that, Professor Jordin took out the list he had prepared and began to read.

“Numerous acts of violence.”

“Well, the Knight Faculty can be a bit rough, can’t it?”

“Habitual drinking.”

“In life, you can drink a little.”

“Skipping classes.”

“Honestly, what can we teach him?”

“Leaving campus without permission.”

“Originally, dogs need to be walked regularly. Otherwise, they get into trouble.”

“Is Sir Schneider a dog?”

“Can you say for certain that he isn’t?”

“……”

“……”

The conversation was cut off for a moment.

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