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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 290: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 2 Transfer Student With Experience (2)

Chapter 290: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 2 Transfer Student With Experience (2)

The​ seventeen-year-old girl now⁠‍‍ showed an overall‍‌ maturity that already‍ carried the bearing⁠⁠‍ of a young⁠‍ woman.

That‍ adorable-looking girl from​‌ the middle division‍‍​ was already in‍​​ the upper division.⁠

For​ this older brother,‌ it was a very special feeling.‍‍‍

“Fuu…”​​

If‍ it weren’t for‌⁠‍ the fact that⁠ right now I’m‌ inside my younger⁠​​ sister’s body.

What‍ the hell is‍‌ going on? Why‌​ am I inside⁠⁠​ Shia’s body? Is‍‍ this a body‍ swap like the‍⁠⁠ ones I’ve only‍‌⁠ seen in comics?‌

If​ we follow the‍⁠ cliché, then right⁠ now my body‍ would have Shia‍ inside it. If​‍ that’s the case.‍‍

“Ah…‌‌⁠ this is a problem.”

Thinking​​​ about my younger‍⁠ sister running into⁠⁠​ Marie and Erin‍⁠ and getting the​‌ shock of her‌​ life is starting‌‍ to worry me.‌‌

Even​​‌ for a man‌‍ like Corin Loch,⁠ appearing naked in⁠ front of his​⁠ younger sister is​‌‍ far too uncomfortable.⁠​

Well,⁠ for me too.‌​​

Taking‍‌⁠ a shower in⁠ the morning ahem.‍⁠ It’s not easy​‍ at all to​​ wash my younger​​‍ sister’s naked body.​

Luckily,⁠‌‍ I have runes.​​ By purifying the‌⁠‍ body with runic‌ magic, a minimal​ amount of energy​‍⁠ leaked out and‌‍⁠ I felt a slight dizziness.

For⁠ now, I’ll have‌​⁠ to clean myself​‍ this way.

Why‍‍ did my body⁠ swap with my​ sister’s? It’s not​⁠ like I don’t‌⁠‌ have suspicions.

It’s‌ probably because of⁠ the lamp Erin​‌​ brought.

And‍ since it’s the‍ first day of⁠ the academic cycle,‍ I can’t simply‍‍⁠ be absent.

Marie⁠ and Erin will⁠⁠⁠ notice the anomaly‌​‌ and find a way to fix​‌ this.

And⁠ I can’t ruin‌​ the academic life‍⁠ of my only‌​ sister. So for‍ the time being,⁠ I’ll have to‌‍‍ attend in her‍⁠ place.

I tie my hair‍ up as usual.‍‍

The​⁠​ face that appears⁠‍ in the mirror⁠⁠​ is quite familiar‍ to me. When‌ I adjust the‌ style to something⁠⁠‌ similar to mine,⁠ it’s definitely obvious‍ that it’s my​ sister.

In⁠‌​ the mirror, my‍ sister showed a wild smile.

“Shiaaaa!‌‍‌ Aren’t you coming⁠‌⁠ out yet!?”

“Ah,​ I’m coming.”

Well,⁠‍ I’m a great​ hero and the‍⁠ God of the‍‌ Sun, so I can handle the​‍ pressure. But my‍⁠ sister can’t.

Leaving‌ aside the fact‌​‍ that she’s my‍ sister, Shia is​‌ just an ordinary‍ girl her age.‌⁠

The‍ gazes she’ll have‌ to endure will‍ be far harsher‌‌ than the ones​‍​ I received.

“This‍ is going to​⁠‌ be complicated.”

After‍‌ enduring the heavy​⁠⁠ entrance ceremony for‍⁠⁠ new students, I was immediately called​‍⁠ to the director’s​ office.

“Hohoho,‍ welcome, Miss Shia.”‌

“Good‍​​ morning, Director.”

I bowed my head⁠ to the kindly⁠‌ looking director.

“Hohoho,​​‍ Miss Shia is‌ very polite indeed.‍‌‌ Just like the⁠⁠​ gentleman’s sister.”

Even‌​​ a simple greeting⁠‍‌ receives exaggerated praise.‍​

“Student‌‌​ Shia will be‌⁠ assigned to the⁠‍‌ special class. It’s‍​ only natural, being‌⁠ the gentleman’s sister.”‌⁠

“There’s‌‌ no need to​‌ worry so much​ about me.”

What‍​​ pressure. My sister‌ in the special‍‍ class?

I don’t remember her⁠ studying that well.‍​

“Hahaha,​‍ don’t feel burdened.⁠‍ It’s only natural.‌‍⁠ And, well, if‍ you could pass‌‌​ along my regards‌‍ to your brother.”‌

Director,‍⁠ aren’t you being​‍​ far too submissive⁠⁠ toward a mere​ student…?

Anyway,‌⁠​ as I was‌⁠‌ told, I went⁠ to the special‌‍ class, but the‍ moment I entered‍​ the classroom, all‍​ eyes focused on‍​ me.

The‍ students gathered here‌‌​ were children of‌‌ influential nobles or‌​ high-ranking officials.

Among‍⁠ them, I—well, Shia—was⁠‌​ fairly plain.

Although‍ there’s no argument⁠ that the one‍‍ with the strongest‌‍⁠ backing here is‍‌‌ Shia, as the‌ Hero’s sister.

Everyone⁠​ observed me for⁠‌‌ a moment, gauging‌​​ my reaction, but‍⁠⁠ then returned to‍‌ their conversations.

“Hi!‌​‍ I’m Leni. You’re‌‌ the famous Shia‌ Loch, right?”

“Well,‍‌‍ the famous one​ isn’t me, it’s​​​ my sis—no, my⁠ brother.”

The​ one talking to‍​ me was a lively girl. Conversing​ with girls this‍‍⁠ age isn’t easy‍​ for a man,​​ but recalling my⁠‌ academy days, I carried on the‌‍‌ conversation as best​​ I could.

“What?‍​ You like my‌​ earrings? Hahaha, how⁠‍ did you know⁠⁠​ they’re products from⁠ my territory?”

“Really?​ Are you flirting‌‍ with me right⁠ now?”

“Do⁠ I want to‌‌ go to a café after class?​‌‌ Sure. Do you‍ have a diffuser‍​ in your dorm‌ room? I’ll give⁠​‍ you one. It’s⁠ also a product⁠​⁠ from our territory.‍​‌ Do you want‌⁠‌ to give one​‌​ to your brother?⁠ You really know⁠​ how to say‍​ sweet things.”

After⁠‍‍ talking for a while, it seems⁠ Leni grew fond‍‍ of Shia.

Good,‌‍ little sister, are‍ you seeing this?⁠‌ Your big brother⁠‌ is raising your⁠⁠​ school life’s reputation.⁠​

“By​⁠ the way, Shia,⁠‌ did you know⁠​‍ that even though⁠ you’re the number‌‌ one rookie this‍‌ year, the boys‍ also have an‌ incredible lineup?”

“Hm?‍‌‌ A list of‍‌ the most handsome‌​‌ boys? If it​ includes men and​​‍ women, I should⁠​ be number one.”⁠

“You’re‍‍‍ very confident. Well,​ listen to this.”‌⁠

Leni​ looked forward and​ pointed at a boy surrounded by⁠ several female students.​

I recognized his light‍‌ blue hair and​⁠⁠ pleasant bearing. Even‍‌ I had to‌ admit it—he was‍ very handsome.

“Damn.‍ Isn’t that my‌‌ brother-in-law?”

I go to the⁠⁠ south often. His‌​ face is very‌‍‌ familiar to me.‌‍‌ He said he​​ would enroll in‌⁠⁠ the Royal Academy​ this year, but‌‍ I never thought​‌⁠ he’d be in‌​​ the same class.⁠‌

“You‍ have good taste.‌​‌ That’s Rovert Dunaleff,⁠ the prince of⁠​ the Southern Potato​​ Empire.”

“That’s​⁠ not it.”

“Did‍ you blush?”

Girl,⁠ that’s my brother-in-law.⁠‌‌ We’ve been like‍ brothers since the‍‌ middle division.

“They‌‍ say the Dunaleff​⁠​ are practically the​‌ imperial family of​ the kingdom. I wonder how someone‌​ like that lives.”‍​

How‍⁠⁠ does he live?​ He likes potatoes‌ and spends money.⁠‌​ Other than that,‍‍‍ he’s a simple​​ kid for his⁠ age, similar to⁠​ his sister Marie.‌​‍

Now‌ that I think​ about it, Marie‌​​ told me her​‍⁠ brother was in‌‍ the middle of‌‌ adolescence and that⁠​‌ she was worried‌​ about him.

“Isn’t‍​ he too handsome?‍⁠ The Dunaleff house‌ has existed since​⁠​ the founding of​​ the kingdom. If‍‍​ you became his⁠⁠⁠ woman, you’d be​ the future empress⁠‌‌ of the Potato⁠⁠ Empire.”

“…”⁠⁠

Even‍ in the capital⁠ they call it‌‍ the Potato Empire,‌ huh.

And‌​‌ around him, eight​ out of ten​ are girls. The‌ parents of those‌⁠​ young women must​‌​ have sent them⁠​ to talk to⁠ him.

But​‍ I’m in my⁠ sister’s body, so​⁠‍ there’s no such‌ interest. And since‌ he’s my brother-in-law,⁠ even less.

And⁠‌ Leni’s attention didn’t​⁠ stop there.

“And⁠ look over there.​ He’s amazing too.‍‌‌ Benjamin.”

“Who‍⁠ is he?”

I’ve‍​‌ heard in passing​ about the crown​‍‌ prince of the​ Great Eastern Empire,​ but that boy‍‌‌ doesn’t ring a bell.

“He’s​​ the son of⁠ Cardinal Haim Elharar.”​‌

“Ah…”⁠⁠

He’s‌‌ one of the⁠⁠ few who survived⁠⁠ Estelle’s purge.

When⁠ Estelle took control⁠‌ of the new‍⁠ religion, half of‌‍ the cardinals were​‍‍ beheaded and the⁠​‌ pope also died.‍⁠‍

Haim⁠⁠ Elharar survived because‍ even Estelle considered​‍ him a clean​⁠ and honest man.‍

And‍ in this country,⁠‍‍ religious positions are​‍​ often inherited by⁠ lineage, so it’s⁠⁠ obvious his son⁠‍ would follow that⁠ path.

“Well,‌‌‍ they all look​​ good.”

I suppose that’s how​ youths from distinguished⁠​⁠ families are. In​‌​ my early days,‌‌‍ I was a fifth-rate student, so⁠⁠‌ no one paid‍‍ me any attention.‌⁠

Amid‌‌‌ all that, two‌⁠ youths caught my⁠‌ attention—a boy and​​‍ a girl with​⁠ black hair, extremely‍‍ striking. No one‍ approached them.

“What‍ about those two?”‍‍

“Ah,‍‍ you’d better not⁠​ get close.”

“Why?”​‌

“They’re⁠⁠ from the north.”‌⁠

Ah,‍⁠⁠ that explains it.⁠‍‌ They’re not easterners,​‌ but they have⁠ black hair.

After⁠‌​ the great war⁠⁠ against Tates Valtazar,⁠ the northerners were‌⁠ divided into those⁠ who still live‌ beyond the wall,‍‍ and those who​​ wanted to join‍ the Kingdom of⁠ El Ras.

The​‌⁠ semi-divine shieldmaidens who​‌ were their spiritual‌​‍ guides formed connections⁠‌ with me, and⁠​​ that’s how integration⁠ began.

“They‌‍‍ said they received‍​ the title of⁠ Grand Dukes this‍⁠ year. Their names‌‍ were…”

“Calcion⁠‍‌ Helgmund and Sinia‌​⁠ Helgmund, right?”

“How‍​ do you know?”​‌

They​‌⁠ were from the​‍‍ Helgmund family, the‌​​ one that, according‍​ to Brunhilde, would‍‌ lead the north.‍ Young, yes, but​ with enormous symbolism,​ inheriting the blood‌​‌ of the ancient⁠‍‍ warrior gods.

“Anyway,‌⁠ Shia, don’t get‍​ close to those‌ savages. They say‌‌ northerners eat people.”‌‍

“That’s⁠ prejudice. They may​ be rough, but‍‌​ they’re people like​​ anyone else. I’ve‌‌ exper— I mean,⁠‍⁠ my brother has⁠⁠‌ dealt with northerners​​⁠ and says they’re​ great warriors.”

“Hmm,⁠​⁠ still be careful.⁠ Rumors always have‍ some truth to‌‍‌ them.”

Leni‍‌ didn’t pay much​ attention to my⁠‍‌ words. And well,⁠⁠​ conflicts between the‍​‌ kingdom and the‍​​ north won’t be‍​⁠ resolved in a day.

““……””​⁠

I felt the gaze⁠ of black eyes.‌⁠​

Seems​‍ they have good‍​​ hearing.

***⁠‌

The‌ Grand Duke of‍ the North, Calcion​‍ Helgmund, and his​ sister Sinia Helgmund​ carried their own‌⁠ expectations and hopes⁠​​ from the moment‌‍‌ it was decided⁠‌​ that they would‍ study in the‍ kingdom.

In‍ the Solar War‍⁠‍ between the hero‍ Corin Loch and​ the Demon King‍ Tates Valtazar, their⁠​ father, who had‍⁠ been the supreme‌​ chieftain of the‌‍ North, lost his‌⁠​ life.

Calcion​ took his place‌ and fought fiercely​‍⁠ to prove that‍‍ he was his​‌ rightful successor, but‌⁠‌ when the war‍ ended, the process⁠ of unification with‍‍ the Kingdom of​‌ El Ras advanced.⁠‍

Valhalla​​ of the Shieldmaidens,⁠‌​ the paradise of‍​ warriors and one⁠ of the most​ important beliefs of⁠‍⁠ the North, was⁠‍ also being reconstructed‍‌⁠ by the Sun‍⁠ God, so for​​‌ the northerners it⁠‍‌ was natural to​ join the homeland⁠​ of the Sun⁠​⁠ God.

Receiving‌ the title of⁠‍ Grand Duke at⁠‍ such a young‍ age and having‍​ been baptized by‍‌ the sole Grand‌​ Saint, Pope Estelle,‍⁠ was something good,‌​‍ but—

— The savages of‍ the North are‌⁠ invading the capital.⁠​

— Ugh, the smell…⁠ they say northerners​ mix with beasts,‍ right?

— They also say⁠⁠‍ they eat people.⁠

The⁠‌ old prejudices and⁠‍‍ contempt of the‌⁠‍ kingdom’s inhabitants had⁠‌​ not changed.

“The‍ conflict between the⁠⁠‌ North and the​​ kingdom is rooted⁠‍ in hundreds of⁠⁠ years. It’s not‌‍⁠ something that can‍‍ be resolved in‌ one or two⁠​​ days.”

That‍ was what Brunhilde,‌‌ the leader of⁠ the Shieldmaidens, said‍‌⁠ when she recommended​‍ that they study⁠​‍ in the capital.‍​​ She told them⁠ to first learn⁠​⁠ about the kingdom.‌

That⁠​ it was necessary‍ to learn its‌ civilization and culture,‌‌​ and to come⁠ to know one⁠⁠ another.

Calcion⁠‍ objected.

“I​‌‌ don’t think the‍‌⁠ culture of the⁠‌⁠ North is inferior‍‌‍ to theirs. Those‍⁠​ southerners are weak⁠ and fragile. We​​‍ live in a harsh land, and​ that is why​‍​ we are strong.‍‍‌ We are not⁠‌ like them.”

That‌ too was prejudice.​ Even as he‍​‍ protested against the​‍​ kingdom’s prejudices, he​‌ himself held prejudices‌‌ toward them.

Calcion⁠⁠⁠ knew it.

But‌‌ even so, he⁠⁠‌ wanted to believe‌‌ that his people‍ were not inferior‍‍ to the kingdom.​

Skjaldmær,​⁠ the Shieldmaiden Brunhilde,⁠‍ patted his head‍ and said,

“When​ you go to⁠ the kingdom, meet⁠ the Sun God‌ of the new‍ mythic era. You‌‌ have much to⁠‌‌ learn from him.”‍‍

The​ Sun God.

The​⁠ protagonist of the‍‌ Solar War.

A hero who was‍⁠ once human, but​‌ who ascended to​‍ divinity with a mortal body.

Calcion⁠​ had also participated‌ in that war.‌

He‌‌ had seen the‍ battle between the​​‍ Sun God Corin​‌‍ Loch and the​ God of Light‍⁠⁠ Tates Valtazar.

That⁠‍⁠ battle, fought atop‍​ a gigantic tree‌⁠‍ that reached the‌ ceiling of the‍​ sky, could only‍​⁠ be described as​‍⁠ a clash between‍​‍ gods.

Even‌ the northerners who‍ witnessed it could⁠‌ not help but‌ worship that divinity.​ Brunhilde insisted that​⁠ he was the‍ chief god who⁠⁠⁠ would guide unification​‍‍ in the new‍ era.

That‍ was why they​ had to go‍​‍ to the kingdom.​ So as not‌⁠​ to be left⁠‌⁠ behind in the‍⁠⁠ era to come.‍⁠⁠

The​​ decision to enter‌‍ the Royal Academy‌⁠ coincided with the⁠⁠ enrollment of the‍ Sun God’s younger‍ sister.

Brunhilde‍ advised them to⁠‍‌ continue their studies‍​⁠ there and build‍​ relationships with the⁠‍ kingdom’s principal families.​

“….”​​​

“….”‍‌‌

But‍‍ even after arriving,‍ the prejudices toward‍ northerners remained the​‌​ same.

As⁠⁠‍ soon as the‌ entrance ceremony ended‌⁠⁠ and they entered​ the classroom, no‍‌​ one spoke to‍⁠ them.

On⁠​ the contrary, their⁠ cold aura made‌⁠ others avoid them,‍ saying they were​ northerners just as‍⁠‌ expected.

“Brother,‌⁠​ Shia Loch is‍⁠‍ there.”

“I​‍ know.”

His‌‌ sister Sinia looked‌‌⁠ toward where Shia​​ Loch was, but⁠⁠‌ neither of them⁠​​ knew how to‌​⁠ approach her.

The​‍ nobles of the‌​​ capital learned from​ childhood how to‌​ socialize and build‍⁠​ connections.

But‍​​ northerners, who only​ repeated battles and‍‍‌ hunts while living​⁠ day to day​ just to survive,‌ were completely ignorant‍​​ of academic matters.‍

Not‌‌ even the fact‌⁠​ that they were​⁠ a Grand Duke⁠​ and Grand Duchess⁠⁠​ helped with that.‌‌‍

Then⁠ they heard what⁠ a student named⁠‌ Leni was saying⁠‌ to Shia.

“In​ any case, Shia,‍‌​ don’t get close‍‌​ to those savages.​⁠ Northerners eat people.”⁠​‌

Once​⁠​ again, those baseless​ rumors.

That’s​​‍ how everyone in⁠ the kingdom is.‍‍​ They believe and‍​‌ exaggerate inflated rumors‍ to their liking.​‌⁠

Even‍‍​ if she was​⁠⁠ the great hero’s‌ sister, it would⁠ be no different.‌‍⁠

“It’s⁠‍⁠ prejudice. They may‌‍ have a rough​ side, but they‌ live like anyone‌​ else. What I’ve‍‍⁠ experienced… no, what​ my brother experienced​ with northerners, is‍‌ that they were​ excellent warriors.”

“…”‌‍

“…”⁠‌

Both​‍⁠ of them looked‌ at her in​‌​ surprise that she‍ would defend the​⁠ northerners. There was‍ no hatred or​​ prejudice in her‍⁠ voice.

“She’s‍‍‍ a bit… different.”‌​

“Yes.”⁠

At‍ Calcion’s murmur, Sinia‍‍⁠ nodded silently.

***‍⁠

The⁠ dormitories of the‌ Royal Academy were​​ not very different​ from those of‍ the Merkabah Academy.‍

As‌ befitted an educational​ institution with money,‌⁠⁠ the standard rooms‌ were single-occupancy.

For‍​ one person to‍ use alone, they⁠​ were excessively luxurious‌​ and elegant.

Although⁠​‍ they said that,‍ to foster student‌ independence, personal servants‍ and maids were⁠ not allowed, at​ this level anyone⁠‌ could live a luxurious life even​‌ alone.

“In​‍​ my time, there‌‍⁠ was nothing like‍ this.”

For‌​ someone born single‌‌ who had gone​‍ through all-boys middle‌ school, all-boys high‍⁠ school, the physical​‌ education department, and​​ then the army,‌‍​ it makes one‍‍‍ want to ask‍‍ whether this really‍​‍ fosters independence.

“By​‌‍ the way, I wonder what Shia​ is doing.”

By‌​‍ now, she must​‌⁠ have noticed that​⁠​ we swapped bodies.‌⁠

Well,‍ sooner or later⁠‌​ Mrs. Josephine will‍⁠‍ come looking for‍ me. To come⁠ from the south‌⁠ to the capital⁠‌⁠ all at once,‌‌⁠ there’s no other⁠⁠ option.

“Ah…”‍‍

Come‌ to think of​⁠‍ it, last night‍ Mrs. Josephine, who‌‍ brought Erin, said⁠⁠ she would be⁠‍ away for a while. That she​‍ would go to⁠⁠ the Great Eastern‌‍‍ Empire, where Hwaran‍⁠ is.

‘Will​​​ I have to⁠ live in this​‍‌ body for a while?’

At​⁠ this point, all‌​ that remains is​‌‍ to keep Shia’s‍​‍ school life intact.‍ Make some friends,​ and as for​⁠⁠ studies—

‘I‌‍​ suppose there’s no⁠⁠‍ need.’

Why⁠ would I study?​‍​ In the end,‌​ the one taking​⁠ the exams will⁠⁠ be Shia.

“Should‌‌‍ I do some⁠‌‌ exercise?”

My‍⁠ sister, like me‌ when I was⁠‌ a knight, had⁠⁠⁠ some talent for​​ knighthood.

These‍ kinds of things‍ tend to be‍​‍ strongly inherited by​ lineage, and it‌⁠ was said that‍​‍ among the ancestors​⁠⁠ of the Loch⁠‍ family there had‌ been a few‌‌‍ decent knights.

But,⁠ like me, who⁠‌‌ was barely fifth-rate,‌ Shia’s physical abilities⁠⁠ were nothing outstanding,‍‍‍ and they were‍⁠ not enough to⁠ enter the Guardian⁠​‌ Academy.

Still,‍ if I strengthened‍⁠ her body, her‌‍ school life would⁠ be more comfortable.⁠​

I wondered if there⁠ would be a place to train,⁠ and went outside.​ Five minutes later,⁠ I found someone⁠⁠‌ unexpected.

A tall young man‌​ with aqua-colored hair,⁠ resembling his sister.‍ My brother-in-law, Rovert⁠‍‍ Dunaleff.

“Good​ morning, brother-in-law. Please⁠​ take good care​‍‌ of my sister.”‌‍‍

Even​‌ in the main⁠ house, he was​ an admirable and​​ proper young man.‍‍‍ This year he‍‍‍ was entering the‍‍⁠ upper division, so⁠‌ it was an⁠ incredible coincidence.

‘Well,⁠⁠ the Dunaleff family‍ has three sons​⁠​ and four daughters.⁠ With that many,‍‌ it was likely​ to run into​ someone.’

Still,​⁠‍ seeing a familiar‍ face, I raised​ my hand to⁠ greet him.

“He—”‍​

I was about to​​⁠ call my brother-in-law​‌‌ when it happened.‍​⁠

“Young‌⁠⁠ Master Rovert!”

A young woman clung⁠ to him. And‍‌ she wasn’t the‍ only one.

“Rovert!​‌‍ Let’s go eat‌​ dessert together!”

“Young​⁠ Master Rovert will⁠⁠ come with me,⁠‍​ alright? Miss Viscountess,‍‍ please withdraw.”

One,​‍ two, three—surrounded by​ numerous young women,‍​⁠ the poor brother-in-law⁠ scratched his head‌ with an awkward​⁠‍ expression.

“Come⁠​‍ on, come on.‌​ Don’t fight, let’s‌ all go together.”⁠​

With‍‍ an expression that​​⁠ seemed to emit​⁠‍ sparkling effects, Rovert‌‍ left laughing happily,⁠⁠ accompanied by at​‌ least three young⁠‍‌ women.

“….”‌⁠

My⁠‌⁠ hand, raised to​ call him, fell‌ limply.

Three?​⁠ Three young women?​ Not even two…‌⁠⁠ but three?

“What‌ a shameless guy.”⁠‍⁠

I never imagined my​‌ brother-in-law hid a side like that.⁠‍⁠

I fell into shock.​‍

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