Chapter 70 : Chapter 70

Chapter 70. Hello, Kids (2)

“But that was reckless. If you stand up against Roist, your Academy life, no, your life as a knight will become difficult.”

“Huh?”

“You heard that Roist's surname is Panola, right? Still, thank you for mustering up your courage.”

“Huh?”

“But next time…”

“Wait, wait, wait a minute.”

Patrick covered the mouth of the person who was talking and said.

“The story is progressing too fast. Let's start over from the beginning.”

“Uh? Oh…. okay.”

“I'm Patrick Schneider. And you?”

“My name is Matthew.”

“Yeah. I see.”

“…You're not surprised?”

“About what?”

“I don't have a surname. I'm a commoner, is that okay?”

“Huh? You keep saying strange things. Aren't you an Academy student?”

“That's true, but…”

“Then what does it matter. Anyone can enter the Academy if they pass the exam, right? Even I, who came from a remote corner of the East, know that.”

“Uh. Right. That is true.”

What Patrick said was the truth.

The doors of the Academy were open to nobles, illegitimate children, and commoners alike, and once admitted to the Academy, there was no distinction of status among the students.

They were all just students.

That was the rule. It was a rule, but….

“Still, it's a fact that I'm a commoner.”

That's how rules are.

It's impossible to follow them all, and as time passes, they are often relaxed and compromised by the wall of reality.

“What a timid guy.”

Patrick looked at Matthew with a pathetic expression.

“Sorry.”

“Hey. I'm not asking you to apologize.”

“…Sorry.”

“I told you not to apologize.”

“…So…”

“You wanna die? You're defying me? You wanna go at it?”

“Hup!”

Matthew, who was about to apologize reflexively, quickly covered his own mouth.

He had caught a glimpse of an unusual madness in Patrick's gaze.

Seeing Matthew quickly cover his mouth, Patrick sighed and said.

“If you haven't done anything wrong, don't apologize. That's the twenty-seventh thing I hate.”

At those words, Matthew nodded with his mouth still covered.

‘This friend has a lot of things he hates.’

He had this thought even in that situation.

And Patrick said.

“I'm hungry, where do I have to go to eat?”

“You have to go to the Knight Faculty cafeteria.”

“Really? Free? Not free?”

“…It's free.”

“Ahem. Right. That's how it should be. They should feed us for free.”

As one of the problems he was secretly worried about was solved, Patrick said with a bright smile.

“Then shall we go eat? Hey, show me the way.”

“Yeah. Alright.”

And so, Patrick took Matthew and went to the cafeteria. And then….

“Ahem, this is proper. It's proper. The menu is very meaty.”

He was very satisfied with the protein-rich meal of the Knight Faculty.

Beef, pork, lamb, chicken, and some unknown meat.

The cafeteria of the Knight Faculty was full of so much meat that one might wonder if it was a protein overdose.

‘It's a bit of a shame there's no alcohol, but it can't be helped. I'll sneak some in later.’

It seems ‘not drinking’ was not an option.

Looking at Patrick, who had filled his tray with meat and was happily munching away, Matthew thought.

‘Is he thoughtless? Or is he not aware of what he's done?’

Matthew held his own tray, which had less than half the amount of food as Patrick's, and stared blankly at Patrick.

There was no worry or concern on the face of Patrick, who was chewing meat with a happy expression.

“Hey, are you really okay?”

“Wha?”

“Swallow and then speak.”

“Munch munch munch…. Keok keok…”

“Here, have some water.”

April, who was behind Patrick, poured water into a cup and handed it to Patrick. And Patrick gulped down the water.

‘So…. so handsome. How can a human look like that.’

Matthew stared blankly at the butler behind Patrick.

This wasn't just handsome; it was ridiculously beautiful.

Are we the same species? Does he have the blood of the legendary race, the High Elves, flowing in him?

Even though he was a man, his heart pounded just looking at him.

“Hey?”

“Huh? Oh…”

“Why did you suddenly space out while talking?”

“Ah, sorry…”

“I told you to stop apologizing. So what were you trying to say?”

“Oh, right…. Well, I mean.”

“……”

“What was it?”

‘I'm going to beat this bastard up!’

As the urge to beat him up welled up inside Patrick, Matthew said.

“Roist is the third son of the Marquis Panola family.”

“What? The Marquis Panola family?”

“Right. You know them, right?”

“No, I don't.”

“……”

To the nonchalantly replying Patrick, Matthew said.

“Then why did you act so surprised just now, as if you knew?”

“It's fun, isn't it?”

“……”

‘Mom, I don't like him. He's weird.’

To have realized that only now….

Marquis Panola was one of the top five knights in the Kingdom of Atronia and the captain of the Royal Knights.

He was a sword master who had personally reached the 6-star realm and was a figure who was highly anticipated to one day reach 7-star.

Roist was the third son of such a Marquis Panola.

If one got on the wrong side of Marquis Panola, it wasn't just a matter of their Academy life.

What would it mean for a knight to be marked by the captain of the Royal Knights?

For starters, it meant they had to leave the central stage.

At best, they would be relegated to a minor post, or they might even be sent on a dangerous mission where their life would be at risk.

Because he was the son of such a Marquis Panola, there was no one among the 1st graders who would cross Roist.

No, even the seniors couldn't treat Roist carelessly.

And Patrick had publicly humiliated such a Roist, and after that, he had even unleashed a 2-dan flying kick on him.

“Do you see how dangerous a situation you're in now?”

At Matthew's sincere explanation, Patrick smirked. And picking his teeth with the toothpick April handed him, he said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Right. So even tomorrow…. Huh?”

“In a nutshell, because he's a rich kid, he grew up spoiled and became a scoundrel with a personality that's been crushed in a mortar. Isn't that it?”

“Uh…. Uh uh…”

He couldn't understand everything because there were too many words he didn't understand in the middle.

But somehow, the words themselves seemed to have hit the nail on the head.

“Well, I figured he'd be something like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it's obvious what kids like that are like.”

The fact that he had a group of followers even though they were all 1st graders meant that he had either good skills or a good background.

The skills of brats are all about the same, so since such a clear superior-inferior relationship had been established, he was probably from a good family.

“I know those kinds of guys veeeery well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I've been through it a lot.”

[How dare you! Are you not afraid of the great Mount Hua Sect?]

[How dare you ignore me? Are you ignoring the great Wudang Sect?]

[Amitabha. In the name of the great Shaolin, I will punish your rudeness.]

‘There were so many of them. Morons who carried the name of their sect or family on their backs and counted it as their own skill. Why did they all love the word ‘great’ so much.’

What would the Radiant Dragon Great Master have done to such guys?

For reference, guys who acted arrogant relying only on their background were the sixth thing Patrick hated.

As I said before, from the single digits, it gets serious.

“It's obvious what those guys do. I'll take care of it myself, so don't worry about it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. So don't worry and just eat your meat.”

“Yeah. Alright.”

As Patrick said it was okay, Matthew finally chewed on the lamb on his plate.

‘What a guy, he's kind though.’

“Haaaah…. That was a good meal.”

With his stomach full, Patrick entered his room and plopped down.

As expected, free food is the most delicious.

Although he had been forced to enter the Academy with the feeling of being a filial son, he was starting to like this place a little.

“Young Master, you should wash up and go to sleep.”

“I know. I know. I'll just lie down for a bit and then get up.”

“I will draw a bath.”

April was about to draw a bath in the bathroom, but there was no need.

Knock, knock.

A knocking sound was heard from outside the door.

“Who is it?”

As April opened the door and went out, an unexpected person was waiting there.

“Is Patrick Schneider inside?”

“Yes. He is.”

“Please call him for a moment.”

“Please wait a moment.”

And April said to Patrick.

“Young Master. The professor has come to see you.”

“Professor? Why is that old man here?”

“I do not know his business. Shall I ask?”

“No, it's fine. Let him in.”

And before April's words could finish, Professor Leyte came inside.

Professor Leyte, who had entered the room of a cadet who hadn't even unpacked his luggage yet, said to Patrick.

“I came a little while ago, but you weren't here.”

“I went to eat.”

“Really? In that case, come out for a moment.”

“Why?”

Professor or not, why are you calling me?

It's a hassle to move.

To Patrick, whose feelings were all written on his face, Professor Leyte said.

“Let's have some post-meal exercise.”

The training ground of the Knight Faculty.

After the sun had set and only minimal lighting was present, three men (?) were present.

Patrick, April, and Professor Justin Leyte.

And Professor Leyte, holding a real sword, said to Patrick.

“Then…. Shall we begin?”

“So suddenly.”

“The faster the better.”

“Eh…. That's true, but there should be a reason, right? Isn't that so?”

At Patrick's words, Professor Leyte muttered, ‘What a hassle….’ and after thinking for a moment, said.

“Let's call it a sequel to the test we had this morning.”

“Do you usually have two tests?”

“Hmm, I've decided so.”

“Starting from today?”

“I like that you're quick to understand.”

“It's because I'm so brilliant.”

Then, Professor Leyte said with a wide grin.

“Then, with that brilliant mind of yours, think about what you should do now.”

“Uuuhm, I guess I have no choice. It seems you won't let me go unless we have a match.”

“You know well.”

A deep smile appeared on Professor Leyte's lips.

The reason he had visited Patrick, a student, and had him come to the training ground in the moonlight was for only one reason.

His competitive spirit as a swordsman.

If he were to make an excuse, he could come up with various things, but his true intention was just that.

In the morning's test, Leyte had not been able to grasp Patrick's skill at all.

Even with his eyes, as one of the only five 6-star knights in the kingdom, he could not fathom Patrick's depth.

Of course, it could be because his opponent was a pushover.

It was impossible from the start to see Patrick's depth by having him face Roist. So….

“I have no choice but to confirm it myself…”

“Eh, it's impossible for you, professor.”

“Your confidence is remarkable. In that case, prove that confidence…”

In an instant, Professor Leyte was startled and took a step back.

At that movement, like a wild animal that had discovered its natural enemy and was terrified, Patrick clapped his hands and praised him.

“Ooh…. You survived once. As expected of a 6-star. Amazing. Amazing.”

“…Just now?”

“Shall we go again?”

“Wha…. Heup!”

Leyte hurriedly moved his body to the side.

At that movement, as if dodging an enemy's attack in a real battle, Patrick nodded his head.

“Good senses, good reaction, but you know you were slightly cut the second time, right?”

“……”

Professor Leyte's mouth fell open.

What he had just dodged was Patrick's killing intent.

It was not surprising for a swordsman who wields the realm of aura to spread killing intent and overwhelm the enemy with their momentum.

But the killing intent Patrick had just unleashed was organized into a single attack.

The first attack was a clean downward strike.

The moment he felt it, Professor Leyte immediately dodged.

And the second attack was a horizontal slash aimed at his neck.

He tried to dodge this time as well, but his face was slightly cut by the attack, which was faster than the first.

It was a slight cut, but in a real battle, it would have been a decisive blow.

‘Is something like this possible? Just with momentum…’

“Don't be too surprised. Once you get used to this kind of thing, anyone can do it.”

“Haha…. Hahahaha…”

“Killing intent is just killing intent. No matter how sharply you cut, you won't die from it. So…”

Patrick drew the swords held in both hands. And he smiled at Professor Leyte and said.

“The real thing starts now. Are you ready?”

Leyte gulped.

The desire to test Patrick's depth had already disappeared.

Instead, what dominated his mind now was the desire to learn a thing or two from a master who was clearly on a higher level than him.

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