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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 291: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 3 Transfer Student With Experience (3)

Chapter 291: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 3 Transfer Student With Experience (3)

The‌‍‌ shock over my‍ brother-in-law’s waywardness lasted‌‍ only a moment,‍ because I decided‍ to think positively.⁠‌​

“Phew…‍ in the end,​‍ he’s still a man.”

He’s‌ handsome. He has‍‍​ money.

He’s‌​⁠ the second son⁠​‌ of a ducal‌ house.

He’s⁠‌ in an environment​‍ where it’s inevitable‌​ that women approach⁠⁠‌ him.

That⁠ he might get‌‌ a bit carried⁠ away and go‍​ from seeing two‌​ to seeing three​⁠ isn’t all that​​​ strange.

No.⁠ No, yes, it‍ is strange. Quite‌‌‍ strange.

In​ my time, I wasn’t like that.⁠‌⁠ I had principles,⁠⁠‍ respected fidelity, was​⁠​ kind to women,‌‌⁠ and didn’t flirt⁠​​ around recklessly.

Growl!‌​ Growl growl! Son!​​‌ What are those‌⁠‍ barks toward your‍​‌ father! Barking!

I feel as if‍​ I’m hearing the⁠ scolding of a nonexistent eldest son,‌​​ but it must‌ just be my⁠​ imagination.

Anyway,‌⁠‌ I hope my⁠⁠‍ brother-in-law’s deviation is⁠​ just a temporary‌ phenomenon of turbulent​ adolescence, but they​‍ say the tree​ bends from when⁠ it’s a sapling.‌

Wouldn’t​⁠​ it be better‍ to impose discipline​ from an early‍​‌ age so you⁠ don’t suffer later?‌

What‍⁠‍ if he ends​ up growing into​‌⁠ one of those‍⁠⁠ guys who say,‍⁠ “I’m going to​​​ marry three wives”?‍​ What if he⁠​ becomes a womanizing​​​ playboy?

…………​‌

……⁠‍

Doesn’t‌‍‌ sound that bad?​‍‍

Growl!‌ Grrrrr… growl!

I know, I know!‍⁠ Polygamy should stay‍‍ only as a fantasy.

In⁠⁠‌ practice, doing it‌ turns you into​‍⁠ a detestable guy.‍​ If I hadn’t​ been cornered by‌​ the precepts, I would have chosen‍‍‌ only one.

“What‌ a gain.”

“Aaah!‍‍‌ No! Not that!‌ I said no!”‍‌‌

“No,​‍ but still, the⁠ harem…”

“Aaaah!”⁠​‌

I wasn’t like this‍⁠ when I was‌⁠ on Earth! Why‌​‌ have I turned⁠‍‍ into this kind⁠ of man now?‌‍

When‍ I hung out‍‍ with Younghee, Hanbyul,⁠​​ Seyoung, Chulho, Sangwoo,​⁠⁠ Misha, or Fujiwara,​ things like this‍‌ never happened.

Back⁠​‌ then, I was‍ pure.

We‍​ went with Sangwoo⁠ on a hot⁠‌‍ spring trip to​ Hokkaido to celebrate‌⁠ a victory at‍ the Asian Games,‌‍‌ and by mistake⁠‍​ entered a gay​ bar.

I learned sports massage‌ to cheer up‍⁠ Misha when she‍⁠⁠ was frustrated by‌‍⁠ an Olympic injury.‍‌​

With‌‍ Fujiwara I watched⁠ fireworks at the⁠‌ floral park festival,⁠ traveled by train​‍‍ with Younghee, appeared‍​​ as a guest​‍‍ on Hanbyul’s sports​‌ channel, and even‌​ traveled to Paris​ to visit Chulho​‌ when he went‌‍ to study cooking‌​​ in France.

I even ended up​ accidentally participating in‍ an LGBT demonstration,‍‌ raising my voice‌ for the rights​ of sexual minorities.​

While‌ I lived a pure youth, full‌‍ of friendship and⁠‌ passion, it will⁠‍‌ be hard for​⁠​ my brother-in-law to​‍ do the same.⁠

Unlike⁠ my friends, who‍‌‍ had no ulterior‌‍⁠ motives, there’s no​ guarantee that the⁠ women around him‌‍ are the same.‍​

“Tsk,⁠​ tsk tsk. He’s‍​⁠ already getting way‌⁠ too loose this‌⁠ early.”

I can’t just stand​‌​ by and do⁠ nothing about my⁠‌ brother-in-law’s waywardness. If‌ he goes astray,​‍⁠ my wife will‌​‍ be sad.

The⁠‌‍ next day, we‍ entered the same⁠‌ class, in the‍ same classroom.

The‌⁠ Merkabah Academy and‍​⁠ the Royal Academy​⁠⁠ mainly operate with​ common classes.

They‌​⁠ aren’t strictly divided‌‌​ into knighthood or​‌ magic departments, nor‍​ do you choose‍⁠‍ a specialization like​​​ at a university.⁠⁠​

Well,‍⁠ for an upper⁠‍ secondary level, this​⁠ is normal.

The⁠ Merkabah Academy was‌‍ different because it​ mixed secondary school‍ and university.

“With‌​ that, we conclude​ the class.”

Another‍⁠⁠ difference of the‌⁠ Royal Academy is​‍ that breaks are​ quite long.

At⁠ the Guardian Academy,⁠‍⁠ excluding travel time,‍ breaks were barely‌‍⁠ ten minutes, but⁠​⁠ here recess lasts​ a full hour.‌‌⁠

“How‍ enviable, Shia.”

In‌​‌ my time, that⁠ didn’t exist. As⁠​‌ soon as class​ ended, I went​‍ straight to training.‍‌

Anyway,​ taking advantage of‍⁠ the long break,‌ I took what⁠ I had prepared​‍ and went to⁠⁠‍ look for my⁠‍‍ brother-in-law.

“Brother-in-law!”‌‌‍

“Brother-in-law?‌⁠⁠ Ah…”

Rovert​⁠ Dunaleff reacted when​‌‌ he saw me.‌‍‌ Since the wedding,‍‌⁠ Shia and he‍‌ hadn’t met again.⁠⁠⁠

“Ah…​ hello. It’s the⁠‌⁠ first time since⁠​⁠ the wedding, right?⁠‌ I’m Shia Loch.”⁠‍‍

“I’m​‍ Rovert Dunaleff, sister-in-law.”​

Oh,‍‍‍ look at him.​​‌ That smile is‍‌ the typical business​ smile. He was‌⁠ quite close with⁠‍‍ me, but with‍‍​ Shia he keeps⁠​‌ this distance.

“It’s⁠‌ nothing special. Since‌​‍ we’re in the⁠ same class, I thought I’d bring⁠⁠ a snack.”

“Ah,‌⁠ you didn’t have‌⁠‍ to trouble yourself.”‍⁠

Heh.​​ Even if he‌⁠‌ keeps smiling like‍‍ that, I know‍⁠ it well. If‌‍ he has Dunaleff‌⁠ blood, he can’t‌⁠​ refuse this.

“Here!‌‌‌ Potatoes I boiled​ myself this morning!”​​‌

“Ah,‌ I don’t like​ potatoes.”

—Boom!⁠

What?‌⁠‍ What did I just hear?

He‍⁠ doesn’t like potatoes?‌ A Dunaleff? The⁠⁠⁠ prince of the​ Potato Empire can’t‌ stand potatoes? What​ kind of blasphemy⁠ is this?

“You⁠‌ don’t… like potatoes?”‍‍

“Not​​ all southerners love‍ potatoes.”

“Ah…‍​ I see…”

For‌ a member of‌​ the Potato Empire’s‍⁠​ royalty to reject​ potatoes—wasn’t that a place where even‍ babies were born‍‌‍ asking for boiled⁠‍ potatoes?

Anyway,​‌‍ as I awkwardly‌​ withdrew, my brother-in-law‌‌ spoke.

“Sister-in-law.​ If you don’t‌ mind, would you⁠⁠ like to go​​ out after classes?‍‌‌ I’ve received an‍​‍ invitation from some‌ young ladies.”

“Huh?⁠ Ah… yes?”

I wanted to get‍ closer, so it​‍ doesn’t sound bad,‌ but this situation‌‌ feels quite uncomfortable.‌​‌

***‍⁠​

Shia‌ Loch.

The‌ younger sister of‍​‌ my sister’s husband.‍‍‌

When⁠ I saw her⁠​ for the first⁠ time, she had​‍⁠ a rather adorable‌ air, but upon⁠‍‍ entering the upper‌​‍ division, her atmosphere‌ began to resemble‍​ my brother-in-law’s in​‌ a surprising way.⁠‌

The‍⁠‌ dark blue hair‌ she used to​‍ wear in twin⁠ ponytails was now‍ tied into a single ponytail, just⁠ like his, and⁠​⁠ the fierceness emanating‍‌​ from her gaze‍‍‌ and her presence⁠ was practically identical.‌‍​

So​‍ when she spoke‌‍⁠ to me on​‌ the second day,‌ I couldn’t help‌‍‌ but smile inwardly.​

Ah,‌‍‍ I see. This⁠‌‍ young woman is‌​​ the same as⁠ the others too.⁠‌

After‍‌ living in the‌‌ south up through‌ the middle division,‌ this was her​‌ first time coming​ up to the‌⁠‍ royal capital, and‌​ she was beginning‌‌‍ to realize how‍ easy life here‍ could be.

He‌‍‌ was Rovert Dunaleff.​‍

The‍ second son of‍​ the Dunaleff duchy,​ called the southern⁠‍‌ empire, owner of​ two million hectares‍ of farmland and⁠‌⁠ six million hectares⁠‌⁠ of territory.

The​⁠ next duchess would‍ be his older⁠ sister, Marie, and⁠ he also had​​ two younger brothers⁠⁠‍ and three younger⁠⁠ sisters, but even⁠‍ so, the fortune‍ and power that⁠ would fall to⁠⁠​ him exceeded any‍ imagination.

Just⁠​⁠ his monthly allowance‌⁠ alone was an⁠‌‌ astronomical sum even‌⁠ by the standards​‍‍ of the nobles⁠⁠​ of the capital.‍​

It​⁠​ was not strange⁠​⁠ that young noblewomen‌‍​ considered him the‌ best possible match.‌⁠​

“Kyaa~!‍‍ Young Lord Dunaleff,‌⁠ you’re incredibly handsome!”‌​

“Is‌⁠ it true you​⁠‍ can use magic?​⁠‍ Could we see​ it?”

From‌‌ the very first‌ day, the young‌⁠ noblewomen of the‍ capital had been​‍⁠ clinging to him.‍⁠⁠

Handsome​​ like his father⁠​ and mother, rich,‌ and with guaranteed‌⁠ power as the⁠⁠‌ second son of​​​ a great duchy.​​

I…​ might I be​⁠ an impressive man?​‍

It⁠‍ was not strange‌‍ for a seventeen-year-old‌ adolescent like Dunaleff⁠ to think that‍​‌ way.

Rather,⁠ coming from a family that was‌⁠ quite simple if​ one ignored the⁠‍ absurd scale at‌ which they spent​‌​ money as if​ breathing itself cost⁠⁠‌ money, he was‍⁠ only now becoming​​ aware of the‌‍‍ greatness of his‌‌ lineage.

That​‌ was why, when‍‍​ his young sister-in-law​ approached him pretending⁠​‍ familiarity, it even‌ seemed amusing.

She‍​ had a peculiar⁠‍ charm, yes, but‍ compared to the‌ dazzling noble girls​‌‌ of the capital,‌ hmm.

If‌‌‌ she had not‌⁠​ been the younger⁠ sister of his‍ brother-in-law, he would‍⁠⁠ not even have‌​ bothered to deal‌⁠ with her.

“Even​⁠‍ so, for my​‌ brother-in-law’s sake…”

It​⁠​ wasn’t bad to‌ get along.

That‍‍⁠ day as well,‌​‌ Rovert invited Shia​​ into the group​⁠ of young noblewomen‍ who wanted to‌‍ spend time with‍‌ him.

“Uh~‌​‌ everyone… hello.”

Shia‍​ definitely stood out‍‍⁠ among the noble‌⁠ girls.

Not‍​​ so much because‌‌⁠ of her beauty,‌‌ but because of‍‍ her clothing.

“My,‌ Miss Loch. You’re‍ wearing trousers?”

Said​⁠‍ a young woman‍⁠ in a striking​‌ red dress, covering⁠‍ her mouth with⁠ a fan.

Surely,‍‌‍ behind the fan⁠⁠⁠ there was a twisted smile.

“Yes,‍ well… they said⁠ we were going⁠‌‍ out, so I came dressed comfortably.”​

In⁠‌ reality, it was‍​ Corin’s choice, who​ outside of classes⁠‌ simply could not‍‍ stand wearing skirts,​ but the young‍‍ women began to​⁠ laugh disdainfully.

“Even⁠‍⁠ if you are‍ close friends, this⁠‍‌ is an outing​​⁠ with the young⁠ lord of the‌ great Dunaleff duchy⁠ and with young‍ ladies from prestigious‌ families. You should‍ have shown a bit more decorum.”⁠‌

“Oh,⁠⁠ really?”

Among‍⁠⁠ the young noblewomen,⁠‌ mockery and ironic⁠‌⁠ smiles spread.

In⁠​ the end, she‍ was nothing more‌⁠‍ than the daughter⁠⁠ of an ordinary⁠⁠‍ family who had‍ suddenly risen thanks‌‍ to her brother‌​ being a great⁠​ hero.

Had​ she not even​ acquired a basic⁠​ education?

“Damn⁠ it…”

Rovert⁠⁠⁠ realized his mistake.⁠

He‌​ had not expected‍ his young sister-in-law‍​ to become a target of the​ nobles’ hostility.

He⁠ should have foreseen​⁠⁠ it when bringing‌⁠ someone of common​⁠ origin among aristocratic‍‌‍ young women.

“Ladies,‌⁠ don’t do that—”‍​

“Well,‌‌ isn’t it fine‍ like this?”

“What⁠ did you say?”​‍​

The‍⁠‌ young woman who‌ had opened fire⁠⁠​ first slightly furrowed‌‌‌ her brow at‌​ Shia’s firm reply.⁠‌​

“That‍‌​ among such beautiful​​‌ flowers, there is‌​⁠ at least one​‌​ bee.”

“…What?”​

The​ young woman was​ left speechless, forgetting‌ even to cover‍​ her face with‌​‍ the fan.

“Beautiful​ flowers, like you,⁠ spread their petals.‌ I, as a bee, only have‍‍⁠ to flap my⁠‍​ wings strongly. Your‌​ dress is very​⁠​ pretty.”

“T-that…!”⁠

Just⁠‌ as she was‍​‌ about to say‍⁠ something, Shia’s index‍‌​ finger gently came⁠ to rest in​‌ front of her‌ lips.

While​​‌ adjusting an open‍‌‌ button at the⁠ young woman’s neckline,‍‍‌ Shia spoke.

“I‍ think it’s better⁠⁠ for you to‌ worry about yourself‍⁠‍ rather than someone‌‍ like me. Dangerous‌ bees can approach⁠‍ such pretty flowers.”⁠​

“Ah…​‌ ah…”

Bare‍⁠ face, without makeup.​‌​

But⁠⁠​ Shia’s wild atmosphere‌​‍ and masculine attire‌ completely overwhelmed the​⁠ noble girls.

If​‍ one were to‍⁠​ express Shia’s inner‌⁠ thoughts, or rather,‍ Corin Loch’s, it‍ would be something⁠ like this.

“That‍ among such beautiful‍ flowers, there is⁠‌⁠ at least one‍​⁠ bee.”

— Dresses are your⁠ thing. I’m not⁠​​ going to wear‍‍‍ them.

“Beautiful​‍ flowers, like you,⁠​ spread their petals.‌ I, as a bee, only have​ to flap my‍⁠ wings strongly. Your​ dress is very​‍ pretty.”

— It doesn’t suit‌ me. That’s why‌​ I don’t wear‌ it.

“I​‌⁠ think it’s better​ for you to​​ worry about yourself​⁠‌ rather than someone⁠‌ like me. Dangerous‍⁠‍ bees can approach‍​​ such pretty flowers.”​​​

— I said I won’t wear it.⁠‌⁠ You be careful‌⁠⁠ too. If you⁠⁠ dress like that,‌ you’ll attract men⁠ with bad intentions.‌‌

Corin​ was someone who‍⁠ would not wear​‌‍ dresses even if‍​ it killed him.‍⁠‍

“……”​⁠‍

Watching‍‌ the scene, Rovert​ thought.

‘My​ young sister-in-law is‍​ interesting.’

It‍​ was a huge​​ mistake.

***‌

“Shall​​​ we eat together?”‍‍‍

It⁠​ was something my‌​‍ brother-in-law suddenly said.⁠‌

“Go‌‌ eat?”

“Yes.⁠‍‍ It’s the first‌‍ time I’m spending⁠‌​ time like this‍ with you.”

That​ was true. They‍ had barely seen⁠ each other, at‍‍​ most at the​‌‌ wedding and the‌‍ prior gathering.

“Then,​​ what shall we​ eat? The academy⁠‍ food is quite‍ good.”

“Academy⁠ food? Hahaha, you’re‍ mistaken. I meant‍​⁠ eating out, not‍‌ here.”

“Isn’t‌ there a curfew​ in the dormitory?”‌‌​

“It’s‍⁠ enough to talk⁠ it over with‍ the dorm tutor.‍ It’s me and‌ Miss Loch.”

See‌‌‍ that? Already developing‍ a sense of​‌ privilege.

Your‍ sister didn’t even‍⁠⁠ go out at‍‌ night at the​⁠ Merkabah Academy except‍​‌ when she went‌​ to cook potatoes!‌‍‌

Even​ so, since there​‍‌ was an invitation​⁠⁠ to eat, I accepted.

“It’s​‌​ here. A famous⁠ restaurant in the​ capital.”

‘Ah,‍‍ I’ve been here‍‌⁠ with Marie.’

More‌ precisely, I used⁠‌​ to go to​‍⁠ the main branch.​‌​

The​​​ Visenrow restaurant had⁠ its headquarters in​‍‍ the southern city⁠​ of Duphe.

“Isn’t⁠⁠⁠ the main branch⁠⁠⁠ in the south?”‍‍

“Oh,​⁠⁠ do you know⁠‌ it? It’s been⁠ featured quite a lot in magazines.”⁠

It​ didn’t occur to‍‍​ him that I had already been‍⁠ to the main​‍‍ branch. Well, Shia⁠​ was from the‍ capital.

“I’ve‍ been coming with​⁠ my family since​⁠ I was little.‍​‌ When I heard‍ they had opened‍ a branch here,⁠​ I wanted to‍‌ come.”

“There⁠ are a lot‌⁠‍ of people.”

“It’s‌ very famous. They⁠​ say nobles come‍ often.”

Oh‌⁠‍ really? I didn’t⁠‌ know. With Marie,‍ we always reserved​‍ the whole place.‍​

“What‌​‍ would you like‌⁠‌ to order? If​‍‌ it’s your first‍⁠‌ time, the best‍ thing is—”

“Potato‍⁠ salad, Elbon steak⁠⁠⁠ medium-rare, and the⁠⁠⁠ duck cooked at‌‍ low temperature. The‌ wine… ah, right,⁠‌ we’re minors.”

“R-right.”​‌‍

“You’ll‍‍‍ have something similar​ too, right? I heard you like⁠ this duck. Marie⁠⁠ told me… I mean, my sister.”⁠⁠

Rovert​ nodded. Every time‌⁠ they came as‌ a family, he‍ always ordered that‍⁠ dish.

“Will⁠ I eat the‍​ potato salad?”

“Y-yes.”​​‍

“But⁠ how long are​ you going to‍ talk like that?”‍​​

“Huh?”⁠

“We’re​ the same age.⁠ Use casual speech.”⁠​

“R-really?”‌‌

“Of‍⁠⁠ course. Between equals,‌‌​ speaking formally is‍‍ weird. Okay?”

“O-okay.”‍‍‌

“Good.​ But tell me‍⁠​ one thing.”

Rovert‌‍​ nodded, a little‌‌​ nervous.

“Go‌‌ ahead… I mean,‍⁠ say it.”

“Do‌​ you really not‌‌ like potatoes?”

“……No.”‌⁠‍

“I‌‍⁠ knew it.”

And​​‌ thus, Rovert answered‍‌​ honestly.

***‌

A strange woman.

The‍ more he talked‍‌‌ with Shia, the⁠⁠‌ more he thought​ that.

She‌​‍ was easygoing and​ informal, yet had​ a gentle firmness.‍‍‍

She‌​ seemed innocent, but⁠⁠​ hid a wild​‌‍ sharpness.

Shia⁠ Loch made keen⁠‍ observations, as if‍‍ she could see​ right through him,‍‌ but always smiled‍‍ warmly.

“Did‍ you say you‍‍⁠ didn’t like potatoes⁠⁠​ because you were‍​ afraid people would‌‍ see you as⁠‍‌ a southern peasant?”‍

“Yes…‍⁠​ well, yes. Everyone⁠‌‌ thinks the south⁠ is just agriculture.”⁠⁠‌

“And‌​ what’s wrong with​‌‍ that? How much‌ fortune does your⁠‌ family have?”

As​‍ if they were⁠⁠ lifelong friends, Shia​⁠ had the gift‌​ of making people‍ feel comfortable.

And‍ above all—

‘She​‍‌ shouldn’t be an‌‍​ unfamiliar woman, but‌‍ for some reason,‍‌⁠ she has my‍ sister’s scent…’

She⁠​ even knew his⁠⁠ tastes well.

It‍‌ was a strange‍‍ experience.

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