Chapter 69 : Chapter 69

Chapter 69. Hello, Kids (1)

“Ooh, this room is nice. Shouldn't this be called a private house rather than a room?”

Even within the Academy, the Knight Faculty was a core department and received a huge budget from the state.

The abundant budget provided a better environment for the students, and the dormitory was no exception.

Basically, everyone used a single room, and inside it, there was a separate room for a servant to stay, as well as a small bathroom where one could bathe.

“It's better than my house back home. But do I have to bring water here one by one?”

“It is equipped with a plumbing system, so you just have to turn this faucet.”

“Huh? Where…. Ooooh. This is really amazing.”

Patrick was impressed by the water gushing out when he turned the faucet.

“What's this one on the left?”

“It is said that hot water comes out when you turn it.”

“What? Really? Hot water just comes out like that?”

“That is correct.”

“But how?”

“It is a water and sewage facility using a magic tool.”

“Ooooh? Magic? As expected…. But April, how do you know that?”

“…I just know.”

She couldn't say, ‘Because I heard the same explanation when we were assigned the dormitory just a moment ago.’

She had expected that Patrick, who had made it a habit to let troublesome explanations go in one ear and out the other, would not listen properly.

So she had listened more intently.

“It's not just the water. That lamp on the ceiling, that's also magic, and is there perhaps warm heating in this room too?”

“It's magic.”

“Ahem. They've plastered the dormitory with those expensive magic tools. This is why money is so good.”

Impressed by the power of money and the convenience of magic, Patrick examined the dormitory facilities from corner to corner.

While Patrick was looking around at the advanced new civilization of the capital, April began to unpack the luggage she and Patrick had brought and organize the place.

And once the luggage was organized….

“Young Master. You need to go and get your school uniform.”

“Huh? School uniform?”

“Yes. You have to wear it to class tomorrow.”

“Aaaah…. Right, I see.”

“……”

He understood.

But right now, I don't want to get out of this bed.

That feeling was clearly visible on Patrick's face.

Patrick was currently engrossed in the sensation of the fluffy mattress, which he was sure was more expensive than the bed in his own home.

“It's a hassle, can't you go and get it for me?”

“I cannot.”

“Whyyyy?”

“You have to go and try it on to see if the size is right, Young Master.”

“Ah, right. I have to try on clothes.”

April's words made sense.

“I guess I have no choice. Should I get up? Where do I have to go to get the school uniform?”

“The administration office told us to go to the supply room.”

“Let's go. Let's get it done quickly and eat. I'm curious about the food here too.”

Patrick went to the supply room and got his school uniform.

The Academy staff measured Patrick's size and said.

“How many sets do you need?”

“Do you give as many as I want?”

“Of course. We have plenty in stock.”

“Heeeeh…. Then a hundred…”

“For your reference, it's not free.”

“…Two sets.”

At Patrick's drained voice, April said.

“You need at least three sets.”

“Eh, why buy three sets of the same clothes?”

“Even if you wash and wear them in rotation, you need one as a spare. So it's necessary.”

“Alright. Then buy them.”

One might say that a noble's son is being stingy over just one set of clothes, but what can you do?

The habit of saving money has been ingrained in his body since his past life.

On the way back after getting the clothes.

Patrick discovered something and his eyes sparkled.

“Hoo…. Look at that.”

“What is it, Young Master?”

“I'm once again feeling that all places where people live are the same.”

“……?”

Humans are social animals.

It means they cannot live without forming groups.

But.

If you ask whether everyone who forms a group and becomes a member of that group can be happy and live well, that's a different story.

Forming a group means establishing a hierarchy and a clear superior-inferior relationship within that group.

Why? I don't know.

It just happens.

Humans are just built that way.

Whether it's the Jianghu or the Continent of Pangemonia.

“This bastard still hasn't come to his senses?”

“Ugh…”

His face turns from the mercilessly thrown fist.

It was a clean punch, but as if that wasn't enough to vent his anger, he grabs him by the collar and continues to throw punches.

“I'm in a crappy mood, and you're smiling? You dare to smile?”

“I didn't… Keuk…”

“If I say you smiled, you smiled. You bastard! You should just take the beating, where do you get off talking back?”

The one exercising one-sided violence was Roist, who had faced Patrick in the spar today.

He was currently unilaterally assaulting another student in a deserted area behind the dormitory.

And behind him were several other students similarly dressed in the Knight Faculty uniform.

As usual, the student being bullied was alone.

Anyone could see that it was a scene of a group of people ganging up on one person.

“Roist, wouldn't it be troublesome if you hit him more?”

“So what?”

“No, I just…”

“Shut up and just watch! I'm in a crappy mood today, so I'm going to take it out on this bastard.”

At Roist's sharp glare, the others who were watching from behind him just shrugged and stepped back.

In the first place, they also knew the reason why Roist was so on edge.

‘Because he got completely owned by a newcomer.’

‘He even dropped his sword.’

‘It's understandable that he's embarrassed.’

So, to avoid unnecessary trouble, it was better for them to just step back.

Making an enemy of Roist in this Knight Faculty was by no means a wise thing to do.

It wasn't just about their Academy life getting twisted, but it would also cause serious obstacles in their future careers. But….

“2-dan!”

Huh? What was that?

At the sudden voice, he turned his head and saw a figure running towards him.

Before he could even confirm who it was….

“Flying kick!”

“Ugh?”

“Waaah!”

There was no time for the flustered them to intervene.

Patrick's right leg, which had soared spectacularly, stretched out and hit Roist right in the face.

Peeeok!

“Kuwek!”

Roist, who was hit by the surprise attack, was sent flying backwards and fell. And Patrick landed lightly and said with a bright smile.

“Hello, kids.”

“……”

“……”

“……”

“Nice to meet you. My name is Patrick Schneider.”

What is this crazy bastard?

Everyone, except for April who was holding her forehead and sighing, was thinking the same thing.

* * *

Just a few minutes ago.

“Are you going to help?”

“Huh? Me?”

To Patrick, who was pointing at himself with a ‘Are you talking about me?’ expression, April nodded calmly and said.

“Yes. If the Young Master steps in, you can save him.”

“Right. Well, that's true. It is, but.”

Patrick shrugged and said.

“Why should I?”

Patrick's conscience….

Whether this bastard had such a thing or not was unknown, but he placed his hand on his chest, where it was presumed to be, and thought.

‘Am I a good person? Am I a pervert who feels pleasure in intervening, protecting the weak, and beating up the strong?’

He didn't think that was a pervert, but….

Anyway, after careful consideration, Patrick came to a conclusion.

‘Eh, no way.’

He had been called a Great Master in his past life, but that was just a nickname he got for beating up guys from the Unorthodox Alliance for his Master's sake.

Of course, as a result, he had saved quite a few people and received their thanks, but….

‘It was a meaningless act.’

Their gratitude had never reached Patrick's heart.

No matter how much strangers cried their eyes out and said, ‘Thank you, Great Master.’ ‘I owe you my life.’ ‘I will never forget this grace for the rest of my life,’ Patrick was just indifferent.

He had thought, ‘Material sincerity is better than words of gratitude.’

People's hearts were something that could change at any time.

He had seen countless people who would resent him for not saving their bundles even after he had saved them from drowning.

The heart of Patrick in his past life could not feel proud of the gratitude of complete strangers.

His heart was too worn down by the storms of the world for that.

The only reason he had saved people and swung his sword for the greater good was….

[Well done. I am proud of you.]

It was for those words.

The words his Master would say after he had saved people.

To hear those words, Patrick had saved people more enthusiastically than anyone else and stood at the forefront of the war against the Unorthodox Alliance.

‘But my Master isn't here, is he?’

‘And that bastard is not one of my people.’

‘Conclusion, syllogism complete. Therefore, I have no need to help.’

That's not a syllogism.

Anyway, having reached a conclusion, Patrick smirked and said.

“He'll manage on his own. From the looks of his uniform, he seems to be in the Knight Faculty, so he should grow up strong, shouldn't he?”

“If the Young Master thinks so, then I understand.”

April said so and turned her back to follow Patrick. After walking two or three steps.

“Ah!”

“What is it?”

“No, it's just that.”

“……”

“I suddenly felt like doing a 2-dan flying kick.”

“…Suddenly?”

“Yeah. Don't you have those moments in life? The moment when you suddenly feel like doing a 2-dan flying kick.”

“……?”

“Aigoo…. I can't help it. If I hold it in, I'll get sick. I will.”

“Young…”

And before April's words could finish, Patrick ran towards the back.

And as he had said, he unleashed a spectacular 2-dan flying kick to Roist's face.

“That's…. the reason I sent his face flying. Everyone understands, right?”

At Patrick's kind explanation, the 1st graders of the Knight Faculty had dumbfounded expressions.

“Does that… even make sense?”

“Huh? It does? Why doesn't it?”

“……”

“Haven't you guys ever felt that way? Don't you often get the urge to suddenly do a 2-dan flying kick in life?”

“Who does? Who?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, this is why kids who haven't lived long enough are…”

Patrick clicked his tongue and treated the others as brats who hadn't lived long enough.

And just then….

“You…. How dare this bastard?”

Roist, who had been knocked out for a moment after being kicked by Patrick, regained his senses.

And he gritted his teeth at Patrick and said.

“Do you think you can get away with this?”

“Yeah. I think I can.”

“If I decide to, a guy like you…”

“A guy like me?”

“……”

“Keep going.”

“……”

“It's obvious what guys like you would say in a situation like this. Go on, say it.”

“……”

“I said, say it.”

Patrick said with a bright smile.

But the moment Roist met that smile, he felt the blood in his entire body turn cold.

‘This…. This guy is…’

Normally, he would have used his family's prestige to intimidate that country bumpkin from a remote corner of the East and make him kneel.

But he couldn't.

The expression of Patrick looking at him.

His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were looking at him as if he were a bug.

As if to say, ‘How dare a thing like you stand against me?’

There was no arrogance or conceit in that gaze.

There was only overwhelming confidence and conviction.

‘Schneider…. Schneider…. I've never heard of that family.’

He had heard his full name and place of origin during the spar.

A country bumpkin from a remote village in the East, which could be said to be the most remote corner of the kingdom.

But what was that country bumpkin relying on to have such a confident expression?

‘Does he have something to rely on? Something that's not inferior to my family?’

If so, he couldn't act rashly.

Roist gritted his teeth, looked at Patrick, and said.

“For today…. I'll let it slide.”

“Why?”

“……”

That's a difficult question to answer.

“Let's go.”

Seeing Roist and his cronies turn their backs and walk away, Patrick shouted loudly from behind.

“Hey, why are you letting it slide today? Why? You have to tell me, don't you? Huh?”

There was no answer. Instead, Roist's footsteps became much faster.

“Ah! Is it perhaps the bathroom? Diarrhea? Then run quickly.”

“Keuk…”

“Is this the time for you to walk? Run! Clench your anus and run!”

“Shut up, you bastard!”

“Run! Run. Run for the dignity of your lifeeee!”

“Uwaaaaaaaah!”

Roist covered both his ears, screamed, and really started to run.

He was filled with a desperate desire not to be in the same space as that crazy bastard any longer.

“Right. That's how you run.”

Patrick looked at Roist's retreating back with a proud expression. Just then….

“Thanks for saving me.”

“Huh?”

The person who had been getting beaten up by Roist carefully spoke to Patrick.

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