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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 293: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 5 Transfer Student With Experience (5)

Chapter 293: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 5 Transfer Student With Experience (5)

Sinia‌ remembered the conversation​‌ she had had​‍ a short while‌‍ ago.

“What⁠ beautiful hands.”

“Eh?‌‍‌ They aren’t. They’re‍‍ rough… and full​​ of calluses…”

“That’s‌ precisely why they’re‍⁠ beautiful. They are‍‌​ hands that turned‌ the frozen soil​ of the North‌ and made flowers​‍‍ bloom that heal‍‍ people.”

“What‌ hands could be‌‍ more beautiful than‍ these?”

She‌ didn’t realize her⁠ face was burning⁠​‍ until she returned​‍ to the dormitory.​​​

Only⁠‍⁠ after washing her‍‌‍ face with cold⁠‍⁠ water could she⁠ look at herself‍‌ in the mirror.‍​

“Fuaaah…”​‍

Her‍‌⁠ face was a complete mess.

In​‍​ the North, her‍ face had been‌​ burned many times⁠​​ by the extreme⁠ cold, but it‌ had never burned‍‌ like this in⁠ such a warm⁠‌ place.

‘My⁠​​ heart… is beating⁠ really fast.’

For‍ quite a while⁠ now, her chest​ had been pounding.​‌⁠

Sinia‌‌ sensed that this‍ was not a normal change.

“I’m‍ crazy… I’m crazy…”‍‌

How​‍‌ could she say​‌​ things like that⁠⁠ so naturally to​⁠⁠ another woman?

And‌ why did I fall for it⁠ so easily?

“But…‍ it can’t be‌‌ helped.”

It‌‌ was the first​ time anyone had‌⁠⁠ ever said something‌ like that to⁠​ her.

When⁠ she decided to‌ study in the​‌ kingdom, Sinia had⁠‌ already anticipated that⁠ she would suffer​⁠ harassment and prejudice‌‌ from others.

She‌ knew well that⁠​⁠ the nobles of‌‍ the kingdom despised‌‌ northerners, calling them⁠‍ barbarians.

— Oh, in the⁠ North you can’t⁠ even get a decent dress? I can smell the‌‌‍ poverty all the‌‌ way here.

— Dirt? Are you‍‌‍ really an archduchess?⁠‍​ Doing such vulgar⁠ work is why‌‌ they call you​​​ barbarians.

Even‌​​ in the social‌​‍ gatherings they attended‌‌ before departing, with⁠ the aim of⁠ forming ties with‍ influential figures of‌‍ the kingdom, both⁠⁠ of them had‍‌ suffered humiliation, contempt,⁠‍ and harassment.

But⁠ they could do‍‌ nothing but endure​‌ it in silence.⁠

She‌​ and her brother‌ Calcion had come​ representing the North,​ supposedly to learn⁠ from the kingdom.​⁠‍

The‍ unification of the⁠​‍ North with the⁠​⁠ kingdom had been​ a realistic decision,⁠‍‌ made by the‍‌⁠ Shieldmaidens.

They‌ must not cause⁠‌ trouble in the⁠‌⁠ place that had‍‍ been prepared for‌⁠​ them.

And‍​‌ just as she‌⁠⁠ was enduring everything‍​ in silence, Shia‌ appeared.

‘She‌ said they were​ beautiful.’

She​⁠ said that those‌‍​ rough, calloused hands—hands‍ that had nothing​‍‍ to do with⁠ the delicate hands​ of the kingdom’s‌ nobles—were the most‌‌​ beautiful of all.​⁠‌

“Hehe…”‍⁠​

As⁠​ she recalled her​‍​ face, a smile‌ escaped her without​‌ her realizing it.​‌‌

“What’s​​ making you laugh​ like that?”

“Ah…‍⁠ brother.”

At​ that moment, Calcion​ entered her room.‍‍

When‌​ Sinia frowned, he‍​‍ immediately raised his‍⁠‍ hand.

“I‍​‍ should have knocked…⁠‍ sorry. I’m not​ used to it.”‌‌‌

“At⁠ home we didn’t​‌ worry about that.”‌

Of‍​‌ course, even in‍‌‌ the North no​​ one would lift⁠ the flap of​⁠ an adult woman’s‌‍ tent without permission,‌⁠​ but they were‍ very close siblings,‍⁠‍ and that boundary‌​‍ had always been⁠ thin.

“Sit⁠⁠‌ down. I brought‌⁠‌ medicinal herbs.”

Calcion‌​ obeyed without protest‌‍‌ and sat down‌ in front of‍ her.

Sinia​ looked at his⁠‌‌ wounds with concern.​​

“You‌​ should go to‍ the infirmary. They​‌ say there are⁠ many doctors here.”‍‌

“Even‍ if I go,‍ they won’t treat​⁠ me properly.”

Because⁠‌​ the kingdom discriminates‍⁠​ against northerners.

Until​‌‍ that very morning,‌​⁠ Sinia had thought‍ the same way.⁠‍

“But⁠‍ it wasn’t like⁠​ that.”

“What‌‌‌ do you mean?”‌

“I‍‍⁠ met Shia Loch.⁠⁠​ The sister of‌ the man Brunhilde⁠‌‌ spoke about.”

“Shia⁠‌‌ Loch…?”

The‌⁠⁠ woman who had​​ stopped him when‍‍ he was about‌‌⁠ to crush the​‌‌ blasphemer of the‌ kingdom.

She‍‌⁠ was, without a doubt, the sister⁠‌​ of that great⁠ hero.

With‍‍ a body that⁠‍ didn’t seem trained,​‍ she perfectly deflected‌ his attack.

“Was‌⁠⁠ she different?”

“Yes.‍ Maybe she’s special,​ but she was⁠ different.”

“Hmph…‌‍‍ in what way?‍‌ In the end,​ she’s still from​⁠‌ the kingdom.”

Sinia‍⁠‌ understood her brother’s⁠ hostility toward the⁠‌‍ people of the‌‍​ kingdom.

She‍ too had suffered⁠‍‍ the same discrimination.‌​‍

But—⁠

‘Things⁠‌⁠ will gradually get‌ better. You two‍ are just the⁠​ first ones, so‌​ you’re not used​⁠‍ to it yet.’​

‘Really?’‍

‘Yes.⁠ It will be‍​ so.’

There‌ was a strange⁠ conviction in those‌ words.

“Brother,​ what are you⁠​‍ going to do‍⁠ about marriage?”

“W-what?‍ Why are you⁠⁠ asking that all‌ of a sudden?”‍

Calcion⁠​‌ flinched at the‍‍ sudden change of​ topic.

Sinia⁠​ continued calmly.

“In​ the end, you’ll⁠​ have to marry‌ someone from the⁠ kingdom for convenience.‌‍​ It’s the best⁠ way for us‍ to integrate.”

The​⁠ two princesses of‍⁠⁠ the kingdom had‌ already married Corin⁠ Loch.

Among​​ the great nobles⁠ there was the​‍ Dunaleff family, but⁠⁠ they too were‌ tied to Corin​ Loch.

The⁠ swordsman sisters of⁠‍⁠ the Arden family,⁠⁠ the Celestial Sect‍ of the East,‍‌‌ the princesses of​⁠‍ the kingdom, goddesses,⁠‌‍ and even an‍ archmage from another​ dimension.

‘My​‌​ sister is amazing,‍‍ but my brother…’‌​

Finding⁠⁠‌ a suitable candidate⁠⁠‍ among the influential‍⁠‌ nobles was not​​⁠ easy.

However,​ thinking about it⁠⁠ carefully, there was‍⁠ a perfect candidate.‌

“What⁠ would you think⁠​ if Shia Loch…​​ were my wife…‍‌ no, my sister-in-law?”⁠​

“Are‍ you serious?”

“Yes.‍⁠ Think about it​ carefully.”

Calcion​⁠⁠ reflected seriously.

Shia‍ Loch was not⁠ only the best‌⁠​ candidate in the‍‍ kingdom; she was‍⁠​ someone completely out​ of reach.

She‍⁠ was the sister‍⁠​ of the great‍​ hero.

And‌‍ even more terrifying⁠‌ than that were‍​‍ her family connections.‌​

The​​​ next Duke of‌ Dunaleff, the future​ leader of the⁠‌‌ Arden house and‌ elite swordsmen, the‍ leader of the‍​⁠ Heavenly Sect of⁠ the East, princesses⁠ of the kingdom,⁠ goddesses, and a great mage from​‌​ another dimension.

Each‌‍​ of them was​⁠ practically untouchable.

To‍ unite by marriage‌ with the Loch‍‍ house meant having⁠ the protection of⁠ all those forces.​

For‌‍ the North, it‌ was the best​​ possible option.

“Do⁠‍ you think she⁠‍​ would accept me?‌ She could choose⁠​⁠ the best candidates‍‌ in the kingdom.”⁠

If​​ she wanted to,⁠ she could have⁠⁠ them all and⁠ no one could⁠‌ say anything.

After‌ all, she was‌ the sister of​ the God of​‍ the Sun.

“What​⁠​ if you at‍‌‌ least try?”

“But…”‌

“And⁠ if she doesn’t​ want to… I’ll​‍ do it myself.”​​

“Do‍‍⁠ what?”

Calcion‍ didn’t immediately understand‌‍‍ his sister’s words,​​ but for some​‍‌ reason, a chill⁠⁠‍ ran down his‌‍ spine.

***​

Classes‌‌​ at the Royal⁠ Academy include martial⁠⁠ training within the‍‌ curriculum.

In‍‌​ the past, there​⁠ was a time⁠‍ when military service​‌‍ was mandatory for​​​ nobles, so fencing​⁠⁠ duels became an‍​ essential subject.

Whenever‍‍‌ this class was‍​‌ held, a strange‍‍ atmosphere formed among‌ the male students.‌⁠⁠

Well,‌‍ from my point⁠​ of view, it’s​‌‍ nothing more than‌ children’s play.

“Oh~,‍‌⁠ does the young‍‍‍ brother-in-law also know​ how to use‍⁠ a sword?”

“My‍‌‌ mother was a knight, and what‍ about you, young⁠​‌ sister-in-law?”

“I‌‍ only watched over​⁠ my brother’s shoulder⁠‍‍ when he trained⁠​ with the spear.”⁠⁠

Even​ though I’m currently‌‍ in a girl’s‍ body, with this​⁠​ body I could​‌ still achieve more⁠ than acceptable results‌ in class.

But‍⁠ in order not​⁠ to draw attention⁠ for when my‌ body returns to⁠⁠ normal, it’s better⁠‍ not to show‌‍ that kind of‌ talent.

In⁠⁠ the end, as⁠⁠⁠ a female student,‌⁠ I decided to⁠​​ stay seated and⁠​⁠ just watch.

Maybe⁠ because they knew⁠‌⁠ the girls wouldn’t‍‌ be very interested,⁠ they let us‍⁠ rest.

“Shia.”‌‌

“Ah~‌ Shia.”

That’s‌‌‍ how Sinia Helgmund⁠‍ and I started⁠​​ calling each other‌ by that name.‌⁠

She‌‍​ sat down beside​⁠ me and handed​ me a thermos.⁠‌

“It’s‌​‍ boiled water with⁠⁠ medicinal herbs. Want‌​ some?”

“Oh~,‍ that’s something nice.”‌⁠

If‍‍ it’s good for‍ the body, there’s​ no reason to‍ refuse it. The‌⁠⁠ hot water, kept⁠‌ warm thanks to⁠ the thermos, went‍ down my throat‍⁠‌ pleasantly.

“By⁠⁠‍ the way, Shia,⁠‌ aren’t you going​​ to participate? There’s⁠‌ also magic practice.”​⁠

“The‍‌​ kingdom’s magic has​ a different system.‍​ There’s no need‍​​ to relearn it.”‌⁠

“Right,​‍ if the system‍⁠​ is different, it⁠​ can’t be helped.​‍ And as a druid? I know‌​​ one.”

“The‌​ Forest Sage?”

“The​ druid Yuel. She​ recently returned to​ her homeland to‌‍​ drive out monsters‍ and restore the‌‌ forest. She must​​ be quite busy,​ but if you⁠‍‍ get the chance,⁠‌ go visit her.​ It seems she‍‌ wants to take‍​ in disciples to⁠​⁠ expand the druids.”⁠

“That‌ really is good⁠ news.”

It​‍‍ had been a long time since‍​‌ I’d heard anything‌⁠ from that side.​

I should go visit‌‍ them someday.

“Ah,‍​‍ it’s my brother’s‍‌ turn.”

At‌ that moment, Calcion‍‌⁠ Helgmund, Sinia’s brother,‌​​ stepped out.

Black⁠‍​ hair, red eyes.​‍ An expressionless appearance‍‌‍ that, for some​​⁠ reason, reminded me‌⁠ of Hwaran.

Ah~‌​‌ how I miss‌ Hwaran. I want⁠⁠​ to touch her​ soft little belly~‍⁠

“Shia?”⁠

“Huh?‌ E-eh?”

“You​ had a pretty…​⁠ lewd expression.”

“Ahem…‍‌‍ it’s a misunderstanding!”​

I hope my wives‍ show up soon⁠ to help me‌​⁠ with this.

“Oh~,​‌ his opponent is‍ from a collateral‌⁠ branch of Arden.”‌

“Do‌⁠ you know him?”‌

“A⁠⁠ relative by marriage.‍ He came to‍​ greet me on‌⁠ the first day.”​‌​

The​​⁠ student who came​ out as Calcion’s​ opponent was a swordsman from a collateral branch of‍‌ the Arden family.‌

He​ was a cousin​ of Jenny, the‌​ swordswoman of Lunia’s⁠ First Sword Hall?‌​ Ugh… it’s been⁠ so long since​‍​ I buried my​‍ face in sister⁠ Lunia’s chest.

It’s​⁠ also been a while since I’ve‌‌​ been able to‍‍ lick Alisha’s thighs‍ and armpits.

“Shia?”⁠‌

“Ahk…​ again?”

“Yes…‍⁠ don’t you feel‌ unwell?”

Sinia,​‌⁠ worried, placed her‍⁠⁠ hand on my​​ forehead.

We’re‍⁠​ both girls now,‌ so it’s fine.⁠

“It’s‌‍‌ nothing. Lately I’m‌‌ just… holding myself‌ back a lot.”‌‌​

In​‍‌ many ways.

I want to see​⁠‌ my wives soon.​‌‍

Well,‌ before that, I need to get‌⁠⁠ my body back.‌‍​

“Winner!⁠‍ Calcion Helgmund!”

The⁠‌ instructor’s signal rang‍‌‍ out just then.​​‍ I was so​​​ distracted that I didn’t even watch​‍ the match.

“Tch…​ you could have‍ watched my brother’s​⁠ cool side.”

For⁠​​ some reason, Sinia​ looked genuinely disappointed.​

The‌ students continued to‍⁠ come out one‌‌‌ after another for⁠‍ the duels, and​ when the boys​​ were already drenched​⁠ in sweat, the​‌ instructor spoke.

“Alright!‌​ Everyone go wash⁠ off the sweat!​‌ Line up in‍ pairs!”

While​‍ the boys went​‌ to wash up,‌ I brought Sinia⁠ over to the‍‍ girls I had‌ already naturally become​⁠⁠ friends with.

If​ you put them⁠‌ together like this,⁠ sooner or later‌‍⁠ they become close.⁠

***​​

“He‌‌ couldn’t even handle‌‍ a collateral branch‍⁠ swordsman of Arden…”⁠

“He’s​ a monster. Is‍​​ he really our⁠‌‍ age?”

As‍ they turned on⁠‍ the faucets installed⁠‍‌ in the training‍​⁠ field for the⁠ instructor’s consideration and​‌⁠ cleaned their bodies,‍‌ Calcion noticed the​​‍ gazes and murmurs​⁠ of the other‍​ students.

When‌‍ he took off⁠​‍ his top to​‍‌ wash, those gazes‌ intensified.

“Look‌‌ at those scars.”‍⁠​

“In​ the end, he⁠⁠ really is a barbarian.”

“How‌‍ disgusting.”

Calcion’s​ body was covered⁠​ in small scars,⁠‍⁠ in addition to‍⁠⁠ a large wound​⁠⁠ caused by a northern bear monster.‌​

He‍⁠⁠ had never felt‌ ashamed of them.⁠​​ They were proof‍⁠ that he had​‌‍ fought to protect​​⁠ the northerners, his‌⁠ clan, and his⁠ family.

But​‌​ in this peaceful‍‌⁠ kingdom, they seemed‍⁠‌ to become a flaw.

‘At‌‍‍ least they’re not‌​‍ talking as loudly‍‍ as I thought.’⁠‍​

Calcion⁠ cast a glance​​ at the blasphemers‍‌‍ he had mercilessly⁠ beaten.

Despite​ the hatred they⁠ felt toward him,​ for some reason⁠ they avoided his‍​‌ gaze and didn’t‍‌⁠ join those who​⁠‌ were murmuring.

Why?​⁠ Did they honestly‍⁠‌ accept defeat? They‍‍ didn’t seem like​ the type to⁠‍ give up so‍‌ easily.

While​⁠‍ wondering about that,​ as he went⁠ to change clothes,⁠ Calcion realized that‍⁠‍ his bag was‍‍ gone.

“……”​‍

“Kikikik.”‍‌

“Did‌​⁠ you see? He’s‌⁠‍ completely confused.”

Damn‌ it. Those kinds⁠ of childish pranks?‌ Anger welled up⁠ in his chest,‍ but he didn’t​ want to cause‌‌⁠ trouble here.

Still,‍‌ he had to‌​ get the bag​ back.

It‍‌ was a leather‍ bag the clan‍‍ elders had made​‌⁠ for him, sewing⁠​⁠ day and night‍ before he left‌ for the kingdom.‍‌

Every​‍⁠ small item had‌‍​ been made or‌‍ bought with the​‌​ sweat and blood⁠‍ of his people.​ They were precious‍‍‌ things.

“Where​‌⁠ is it?”

“W-what⁠⁠‍ are you talking⁠​​ about all of‍ a sudden?”

“I‍‌ won’t ask twice.⁠⁠​ Where is it?”‍‌

When‍‌‌ Calcion approached in⁠‍ an intimidating manner,⁠‌ the students shrank​ back.

His⁠‍ scar-covered torso emitted‍ a pressure impossible‌⁠​ to compare with​‌ others his age.⁠⁠​

“L-look‌‌​ in the fountain!‌‍ Don’t accuse just‍⁠‍ anyone!”

The​​ boy backed away⁠‌‍ as if fleeing.‌‌ Calcion sighed and‍‌‍ headed toward the⁠⁠​ fountain.

“……”​​

Just⁠⁠‍ as he had‌ said, the bag‍‍⁠ made by his​‌‌ people was thrown‍‍‌ there, in a complete mess.

The​​​ spare clothes, the‌‌ wallet, the writing‍​‌ tools—everything that wasn’t‍‌ handmade had been⁠ bought with money​⁠‍ earned from the‌ sweat and blood‍ of the clan.‌

There‌ was nothing that‌ wasn’t valuable, nothing‍‌ he shouldn’t take‌ care of.

Not⁠ caring about getting‌ his pants wet,‍‌ Calcion began rummaging⁠ through the fountain.‌​⁠

“Damn​​ it…”

He‍‍‍ found the larger‍ items, but some‍‍ of the smaller‌​ ones didn’t appear.⁠‍​

A wave of sadness‌ washed over him.​

He​​ wanted to ask⁠‍ his sister for‌‌‍ help, but he‌ didn’t want to‌ show her this​‌‌ side of himself.⁠

He‍ was now the⁠ Grand Duke of‍ the North. He‍​ always had to​​⁠ appear strong. For​ the sake of⁠ the northerners, even⁠⁠ with this kind‌⁠ of childish prank.‌

“Haa…”​

“A‍‍ brat sighing like​⁠​ that. What happened?”‌⁠⁠

She‌‍‍ appeared completely unexpectedly.​

“Shia‍ Loch?”

“Yes,​​ Shia Loch. Isn’t‍‌ it annoying to​ say the full​ name every time?​ Just call me​ Shia.”

Normally,‍⁠ nobles aren’t allowed⁠‍‍ to use names​​ so casually. That’s⁠‌ why many called‍ her Miss Loch.‌‍‌

But‌ this popular figure,‍ who drew all⁠​​ eyes, seemed not⁠‌‍ to care much⁠ about that distinction.⁠‍

“Did⁠ you lose something?”⁠⁠

“……Don’t⁠⁠‍ worry about it.”‍⁠

“I’ll​‍ help you look.”​‍

“Don’t​​ worry—”

Shia‌​‌ took off her​ shoes and socks.‍⁠

As​ if freed, she​​⁠ discarded them without​ hesitation and jumped‌‍ into the fountain.⁠⁠

Plash.⁠⁠​

“Oh~,‌‌​ how refreshing.”

“I‍⁠‍ told you not​ to worry…”

“Don’t⁠​​ you worry. In‌⁠ moments like this,‍‌‍ helping is normal.⁠‌​ There’s no reason‌‍ not to.”

“……You’re​ getting wet.”

“So‍‌ what? Oh~, here‌​ it is.”

What​‍ she found was⁠‍ the handkerchief Sinia⁠⁠ had made.

As‍‌‌ she pulled it‍‍ out of the​‍‌ water, droplets splashed‌‌ around the dark-blue-haired‌​ girl, reflecting the⁠⁠⁠ sunlight.

“Is‍‍ this the handkerchief‍‌ you’re looking for,⁠‌⁠ boy?”

It‍‌ was like… a water-soaked fairy, mysterious‍⁠ and unreal.

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