Chapter 66 : Chapter 66

Chapter 66. Sorry for Teasing You for Being Ugly (1)

“Lalalalala~♪ Lalalalala~♪”

Even a young maiden in the spring of a new romance wouldn't be this cheerful.

Seeing a soldier, clad in armor and carrying two swords, acting this way didn't evoke a pleasant feeling, but rather the thought, ‘What's wrong with that crazy bastard?’

“What are you doing, Oliver?”

“Hahaha. Can't you tell just by looking? I'm expressing my joy with my whole body.”

“What's there to be so happy about?”

“Big brother Sanson became a knight. It's happy news, but…”

Looking at his comrades, Oliver, with an expression full of ‘You clueless brats,’ wagged his finger from side to side.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you clueless brats.”

“…Wow.”

“So damn annoying.”

“Let's throw rocks. Rocks!”

Seeing them actually pick up rocks from the ground, Oliver hurriedly said.

“No, listen to what I have to say. You guys.”

“What is it?”

To his comrades, who were asking with rocks in one hand, Oliver said.

“The Young Master has left for the Academy.”

“So what?”

“If the Young Master isn't in the fiefdom, who's going to push us into a living hell?”

“April…. Huh? She left too?”

“Really? She went too?”

“She said she's going with the Young Master. Didn't you hear?”

“I just heard it now. Wait, if that's the case, then this…”

Oliver straightened his back and said with a laugh.

“Hahaha. Do you get it now? You foolish ones. We are finally liberated from hell. Finally.”

Patrick is gone, and April is gone.

That means there will be no more hellish training.

The corners of the soldiers' mouths, who had grasped the reality, unknowingly curled upwards.

“Ahem, well, is that how things are going?”

“Well, we still have to train. Right?”

“Uh, right. We have to train. Diligently, to the extent that it doesn't harm our health.”

“Hmm, right. We need to do normal training diligently.”

The faces of the soldiers looking at each other brightened up.

In fact, they knew it too.

The reason why they, who had no particular great talent, had all now set foot in the realm of 3-star or higher was thanks to Patrick's training.

Are they thankful? Of course, they are. They are thankful, but….

‘Honestly, was that something a human should do?’

‘If you brought a Goblin and made it train like that, it would reach 3-star.’

‘If I could turn back time to five years ago, I would have beaten myself to death to stop myself.’

They say there are no gains without pains, but the hell they had been through was something that brought tears to their eyes and made them see their parents' faces in the sky just by thinking about it.

How could they not be happy about being liberated from that pain…

“All troops, assemble!”

What they heard then was Sanson's booming voice.

What they saw after quickly running and assembling at the training ground was Sanson with a demonic expression.

“From today, I will be in charge of your training.”

“Um, Big brother Sanson.”

“In the training ground, call me Sir Kainel.”

“Yes. Sir Kainel. Well, I have a question…”

“I'm not taking any.”

“Yes. Well, what I mean is… Huh?”

“I am not taking questions. From now on, no questions will be taken during training time. Understood.”

“……”

‘What? Is that really Big brother Sanson?’

‘He doesn't seem like the Big Brother Sanson we knew.’

To the murmuring soldiers, Sanson said.

“While the Young Master is at the Academy, everyone will raise their realm by at least 1-star. To that end, I will push you all relentlessly.”

“Relentlessly, you say. How specifically?”

“To repeat myself, I am not taking any questions. Just trust me and follow me.”

And as Sanson gestured, a group of muscular giants with green skin approached from one side.

“Thank you for coming, Lord Tutan.”

Standing at the very front was Tutan, a young warrior of the Orc tribe and the son of the chieftain, Turanta.

“It is fine. The great warrior requested it. So I will grant it.”

“Thank you.”

And Sanson said.

“You all saw the 1 vs 100 spar I had a few days ago.”

“…Yes. We saw it.”

“We saw it, but…”

“Surely, San… no, Sir Kainel, surely?”

To the anxious soldiers, Sanson said.

“I won't be unreasonable and ask you to fight 100 Orc warriors at once.”

Of course.

To the soldiers who were letting out a sigh of relief, Sanson's words continued.

“Since the space and time are limited, let's start with ten. However, you must face all ten at once.”

The soldiers' jaws dropped.

Each warrior of the Red Rock Orc tribe was a formidable warrior. But to face ten of them at once?

This was absurd.

Just as they were thinking that it might be easier to face 100 of them in turns…

“Lord Tutan, if you please.”

“Hmph, understood.”

And ten burly Orc warriors stepped onto the training ground. And then….

“Oliver, you start. Go up.”

Even without Patrick, even without April, the hardships of the Schneider fiefdom's soldiers continued.

* * *

White Town.

The capital of the Kingdom of Atronia, a city full of white buildings, just as its name suggests.

As it was a region with strong sunlight, they had started painting the exterior walls of the buildings white to lower the temperature even slightly, and as a result, the entire city had turned white.

Looking down at the cityscape from a high place, the sight of the clean, white buildings was quite a spectacle.

A single carriage entered that place.

It seemed to be a carriage for nobles, but it wasn't a very luxurious one.

It was just a very ordinary two-horse carriage.

But the people of the capital couldn't take their eyes off that carriage.

The gazes, which contained feelings of admiration, awe, and even astonishment, were mostly from women.

The women in the vicinity, regardless of age or status, were looking at the carriage with enraptured eyes.

To be precise, they couldn't take their eyes off the blond-haired butler driving the carriage.

“Waaaaah…”

“Oh my, oh my, oh my…”

“How can he be like that?”

“I don't know. I really don't know.”

The women's hearts were melting to the point of liquefying and dripping out of their bodies.

Neatly styled short blond hair and cold-looking light green eyes.

A face of perfect beauty, as if sculpted by a god.

A neatly worn butler's uniform.

They were women who had never seen such a handsome man in their lives.

Even though he was just driving a carriage, they couldn't take their eyes off the handsome butler, who seemed capable of kicking the butt of a prince on a white horse.

And the butler stopped the carriage, got down, and respectfully opened the carriage door, saying.

“Young Master. We have arrived at White Town.”

“Oh. Right, good work.”

And the women, with anticipation, looked at the entrance of the carriage.

If the butler is that handsome, what would the Young Master be like?

There's that sense of anticipation, isn't there?

If the butler looks like that, the Young Master should be even more handsome, shouldn't he?

The women, thinking it would be fine to be blinded by beauty today, focused on the entrance of the carriage.

And a man with a nonchalant expression got out, stretched, and said.

“Uuuuugh…. Traveling by carriage is so tiring. I should just ride a horse next time.”

The women who saw this….

“Haaaah…”

“Right, this is reality.”

“He's not ugly… he's not, but.”

“Honestly, the comparison is too much.”

“Shouldn't he not do that? Shouldn't they switch?”

“He has no conscience.”

They were women whispering among themselves, thinking they couldn't be heard, but….

‘I can hear everything. You women.’

Patrick, the moderately good-looking Young Master, maintained a composed expression while veins popped on his forehead.

In fact, it was something he had experienced continuously on the way to the capital, but he couldn't get used to it at all.

‘No, seriously, if I were being compared to a man more handsome than me, I wouldn't even say anything. You women with poor eyesight. Can't you even recognize another woman?’

The butler with a dazzling beauty that seemed to steal the gazes and even the souls of the women was April.

Let me explain.

Here's what happened….

He had expected that April's beauty would be a source of trouble once they left the fiefdom.

But the problem was that it was beyond his expectations.

She didn't even smile, let alone give a glance to her surroundings.

But her mere existence made people lose their minds and unable to take their eyes off her. And….

[Please marry me.]

[I fell in love at first sight.]

[I love you. Please accept my heart. Or else, just kill me.]

People like this started to appear one after another.

To the last idiot who asked to be killed, April actually drew her sword, so Patrick had to hurriedly stop her.

“Hey, you, go home!”

In the end, Patrick, whose patience had exploded, got angry at April and yelled at her to go back.

They hadn't even gone to a crowded place yet, and it was already like this.

Just imagining what would happen if he took her to the capital was dizzying.

To such a Patrick, April said….

“If we go to Parmas, there is a way. Please wait.”

“A way? What way? Are you going to get a new face? Huh?”

“If you permit it…”

“Don't do it! Mom will kill me!”

If April's face got scarred, the first person to be enraged would be Ava.

If Ava, who cherished April like her own daughter, got angry, she was much scarier than Baron Schneider.

In the end, they somehow managed to get to the fiefdom of Count Parmas. Then, April said she would be away for a moment and left Patrick's side.

At that time, Patrick thought, ‘Should I use this opportunity to run away alone?’

But….

‘Eh, even if I run, it's just to the Academy.’

Running away when the final destination was already known had no strategic meaning.

In the end, Patrick was just lazing around in his room. And April, who returned in the evening, was….

“Hey, you…. You?”

“I borrowed Red's power.”

“Red, ah…. Right. That bastard was there.”

April was perfectly disguised as a man.

She had taken off her maid's uniform and put on a butler's uniform instead, and had neatly cut her blond hair, which had been down to her waist, to just above her neck.

‘If Mom finds out she cut her hair, she'll try to kill Red, but ah, what does it matter?’

If Red knew, he would have argued, ‘Why doesn't it matter? You bastard?’, but what did it matter?

“Disguised as a man, huh. Well, it's not bad…”

Patrick looked April up and down.

The execution wasn't bad.

As expected of Red, who was skilled at cross-dressing, he was also skilled at disguising a woman as a man. However….

“Will people be fooled?”

“If one acts confidently, people tend to accept it.”

“Well, that might be true, but…”

“This will solve most of the problems.”

“Hmm, normally, problems are solved by beating them up, right?”

“Sometimes, other methods are necessary.”

“I'm feeling anxious. Well, I guess it's better than nothing.”

And so, it was decided that April would accompany him disguised as a man.

For the time being, Butler Ace, not Maid April, would serve Patrick.

Although April had confidently asserted it, the problem was not solved.

Even disguised as a man and dressed in a butler's uniform, she drew the gazes of the people around her.

The only difference was that this time, she primarily drew the gazes of women rather than men.

Looking at April, who maintained a calm expression while receiving the gazes of the capital's women, Patrick sighed.

“Well, she'll look less approachable than a maid, so it should be a little better.”

As Patrick sighed and walked on, April, in her butler's uniform, followed behind him. And….

“Oh my, oh my, how can they do that?”

“If they have a conscience, shouldn't they switch?”

“There's a limit to being shameless.”

Hearing the whispering of the women around him, Patrick's eyes stung.

With him dressed as a butler, the troubles had decreased, but another problem had increased.

Receiving the stern gazes of the women, Patrick suddenly missed his friend from his past life.

‘Sorry for teasing you for being ugly.’

Do you get it now?

Even nobles cannot enter the Academy in a carriage.

Unless one was royalty, even nobles had to walk within the Academy grounds.

So, Patrick also walked on foot and arrived at the entrance of the Academy.

“Halt, state your business.”

The guard guarding the entrance stopped Patrick and April.

“This is Young Master Patrick Schneider of the Schneider fiefdom. We have come for admission to the Academy.”

“The admission period is not now.”

“He has received a special recommendation from the Eastern Margrave, Count Parmas, and has been granted mid-term admission. Here is the letter of recommendation.”

April responded like a quite skilled butler and took out a document from her bosom.

The guard took the letter from April and checked it.

It was definitely stamped with the seal of the Eastern Margrave.

“Understood. I will guide you inside.”

“Thank you.”

And so, Patrick and April were guided and moved inside the Academy.

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