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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 8: Grading Test (3)

Chapter 8: Grading Test (3)

It⁠‌ might sound like‍‍ I’m bragging when‌​ I say this,‌ but I’ve been​⁠ using a spear⁠​ for quite some⁠‌​ time in the‍‍⁠ previous iteration. Stabbing⁠ at the weak‍⁠ points of a monster was nothing‍⁠‍ difficult.

What⁠​‍ was important was⁠‍‌ that it was⁠ a lot easier⁠‌‌ to move my‌ body compared to‌​‍ the previous iteration.​ My power, stamina‍‍ and vision were‌⁠​ all incomparably higher​ than what I had at the⁠​‌ start of the‍ previous iteration.

It​‌ was thanks to​⁠⁠ the second aspect‍‍ of the Precept⁠‍‍ – 〚I do​‍ not perceive spirits.〛which‍‌⁠ amplified my strength​‌‍ against physical opponents.⁠‍

‘Next⁠‌ up are demonic‍‍‌ spirits, huh.’

It​‍⁠ was the same‌ as the Restriction​​ that man had‌​ in the previous​‌⁠ iteration. I had​​ to check if​‌ it was working‌⁠ properly.

『Grade⁠‍‌ 5 demonic spirit​​ test will now⁠‍ begin.』

Something‌ must have been‍ summoned immediately after‌​​ the impassive voice⁠ of Professor Ronan,​‍ but I could‌ neither see nor⁠​⁠ hear anything.

‘It’s​‍ going as expected‌‍ so far.’

I was miserable at‍​​ seeing astral bodies‌​ in the first⁠​‌ place. No matter‌‍​ how much I raised my stats​​⁠ while following Park‍ Sihu around, my‌ ability to see‌ astral bodies just‍ did not get⁠​ any better.

I could only faintly‌ sense their presence.‌‌‍ In that popular⁠‍⁠ game[mfn] Referring to‍ Starcraft[/mfn] everyone plays⁠⁠⁠ in Korea, the‍ terrain gets blurry​ whenever there are‌​ invisible units walking‌​ by, right? That‍‍‍ was exactly what⁠‌‍ it felt like‍‍​ to me.

However,‌ I couldn’t even‍⁠​ see that afterimage⁠​​ anymore. Anyone would​‍ generally feel a chill or feel‌​ spooked when nearby‌‌‌ an astral body,⁠‌⁠ but I couldn’t‍ feel anything.

Next​⁠‍ up was the‍‍ battle. Sitting still,‌ I defenselessly waited​‍‌ for the demonic‍⁠ spirit to approach⁠‍⁠ me.

1 minute.

Although⁠​⁠ I wasn’t sure​ how fast the‍​ demonic spirit was,‍‍ a minute would‌‌⁠ have been enough‌‍ for it to⁠ approach me.

And​‍ it probably would‍ have done something‌‍⁠ to me. It​⁠ might have used‌‌​ Life Drain that⁠ demonic spirits loved⁠ the most or​ something like Soul⁠​⁠ Crusher… Well, a low grade demonic‌ spirit might not‌⁠⁠ have such skills,‌​‌ but the point⁠⁠​ was that something​ should have long‍⁠ happened by now.‍

‘It’s⁠‍ working.’

Because‍‌ of the rule⁠‌‌ of mutual cognition,‍ the demonic spirit‍​ could not interfere‍ with me because‌‍ I couldn’t perceive⁠ it in the⁠‌ first place.

That‍‍ made me certain.‍ Demonic spirits would​ not be able‍‍‌ to touch me‍‍ no matter how⁠‌⁠ strong they were…​​​ even a Unique‌‍⁠ Grade spirit would‍‍ be powerless.

The​‌ ‘Restriction’ of the​‌ Precept was working‍⁠‍ like a charm.‌‌​

“Good.”⁠

I checked everything that​‍ needed to be‍ checked so it​ was time to‍​‌ hurry up and‍⁠ leave this test.‌‍

There‍ was no reason‌‍ to let Professor‍ Ronan know that⁠‌ I could not‍‍​ perceive demonic spirits,​‍⁠ let alone how​‌‍ they could not‍‍‍ even touch me.​

Of‌⁠ course, Professor Ronan⁠ would not even‍‍ dare imagine that‌ it could be​⁠‍ impossible to perceive‌ demonic spirits but‌⁠⁠ others might be‌‍ different.

“I⁠⁠⁠ give up.”

After​ a while, I was able to‍​⁠ see a crumpled‍‌ look on Professor⁠ Ronan’s face.

****‌‌‌

Old​​ Man Haman had‌ been watching the⁠ crystals with Professor‌ Ronan ever since‌‌‍ he had a question.

‘This​ guy’s a gem!’​

That‍‍ was his impression​​‌ of Korin.

His⁠ expert skills at‌‍​ hunting the short‍‍⁠ hounds; his posture‍⁠ and the precise​​‌ accuracy of his​​ javelins were all⁠​ remarkable, with zero⁠ room for negative‌​‍ feedback. That wasn’t​​ the end – his ability to‍ insta-kill the mat⁠​‍ boar and the​ owlbear was astonishing.‍⁠‍

Even‍ from the higher‍‌⁠ graded knights, it‍⁠‍ was hard to​ find knights that‍ were able to‌‌ show such skill​⁠ in an actual‌‌⁠ fight.

‘Strange​‍ that he forfeited‍ against the demonic​‌‌ spirits but… Was⁠ there something he‌‌​ had in mind?’‌

Even‍ Haman could not‌‍ imagine a guardian‌ who could not⁠​ perceive spirits, but‌‌​ his guess was‍​⁠ somewhat correct.

In​ the end, Korin⁠⁠‌ was given the‍‍​ title of a Grade 5 knight,⁠‍ but that wasn’t‌‌ anything to be‍​ stressed about. A powerhouse at his⁠‍ level was bound‌ to accomplish many​ things, and with⁠ those he would‍ inevitably go towards⁠ the top.

‘Hoho…‌‌ looks like my‌⁠⁠ last few years⁠ are going to‍‌ be exciting.’

How​​‌ high up would‌ he go? Old‍⁠‌ Man Haman let​⁠‍ out a hearty⁠⁠ laughter at unexpectedly‌​ coming across a hidden rising star.‍‌‌

****​

“Uuh…”⁠

Alicia​‌‌ felt as if‍​​ she was suffocating‍‌‍ to death as​​‍ she waited for‌‍‍ her peers to‌‍ complete their tests.​⁠‍

『Alicia​‍‍ Arden』
Aura Rank: Upper​​ Medium (6,800)

Mana‌⁠ Rank: Lower Medium‌⁠ (1,300)

Specialties:‌ Eyes of the‍‌ Boundary

Overall⁠‌⁠ Grade: Grade 2

Final​⁠​ Grade: Grade 2 Knight

Her‌‍‍ stats were definitely‍‌​ in the upper⁠‍ spectrum among knights,⁠‌ and she was‌ a blessed and‌​‌ gifted child ever‍‌ since her birth.‌

However,‍​ the peers standing⁠⁠ next to her⁠ were at a similar level if‍‌ not higher than‍​‌ her. None of‌​ them were ordinary.​

‘Ughh…⁠⁠​ Why is no⁠⁠‍ one saying anything?‌ I can’t even⁠​‍ hear them breathe.’​​

Everyone​⁠ else was doing‍​‍ their test so⁠‍ they were the⁠​‌ only people except‍ for the professors‌‌​ and yet not‍⁠‌ a single one​ of them was​​ interested in other‍ people.

This‌ was at least​​ triple the awkwardness‍ that existed at‌⁠ the start of‍​ the year in​‌ the normal academies⁠ she had gone‍‌ to.

There⁠‍‌ was a druid‍ girl maintaining a bizarre gymnastic posture​‌‍ in meditation;

A gloomy boy wearing⁠ a black robe​‌ caressing a muddy​⁠ doll;

And⁠ a former mercenary‍ hanging five gleaming‍ blades in the‌ air while breathing⁠⁠ like a beast.‍

‘Scary!‌​ Why is everyone‌‍⁠ so bizarre? Are​ they really the​ same age as⁠⁠ me?!’

Alicia‍⁠ used to go‍ to a normal‌ academy until middle‌⁠ school.

If⁠ her grandfather didn’t‍ suddenly drop a senile comment like,⁠ ‘Let’s make Alicia⁠⁠ a successor candidate‍‌ as well,’ she‌‌‌ definitely wouldn’t have‍ come to such‌‌⁠ a sinister academy.‌‌

‘Cherry,​​ Nobu, Tofre… I miss you guys.’‍​

The‍⁠‌ scariest of all​⁠ was the girl​​ who was literally⁠‌‌ doing nothing in‍‌ this suffocatingly heavy⁠‍‍ atmosphere.

Unlike‌ her appearance that‍​ suggested she was‍​ from the East,‍ she was wearing​‍ the clothes of​⁠‌ a nun with‌‌ chains restricting her⁠ on top of‍‍‍ that. The chains⁠‌ weren’t sealing her‍​ joints and it‌‍ seemed that they‌⁠ weren’t there to‌ restrict her movements.‍

There⁠ was more.

Dozens⁠ of yellow talismans‍​ were coiled around‌​ those chains. She‌‌ looked extremely ominous​‌ if anything. The‍​ hair color of⁠‌‍ the chained nun‌ girl was also⁠‍‌ strange. The outside‍​​ was jet black‌‍ and yet the⁠‍ inside was tainted‌ in deep red.‌​

‘Did‌ she dye her‍⁠ hair?’

It⁠ looked way too‍⁠‍ natural for it⁠​‌ to be dyed​‍‍ hair and Alicia‌‍ was curiously staring‌ at it when​ the sharp red⁠​‍ eyes suddenly turned‌‍‍ towards her.

“Ehk…”‌‌

Meeting⁠‌ those deep eyes​​ that seemed like⁠ they would lead‍⁠ to the endless⁠‍​ abyss, Alicia felt‍ a chill running​⁠⁠ down her spine.​⁠‌

This​ is dangerous! We‍⁠‌ have a carnivore⁠​ in a cage⁠⁠‌ of herbivores! There​​ is a scary‌‌‍ predator…!

‘Benefactor!⁠ Are you there?!‌‌ Please save me‍ one more time!!’‌​

While​ touching the belt‍ tied around her⁠⁠⁠ martial arts uniform,⁠​⁠ Alicia prayed to​‍‌ someone who would⁠ be too far‌‍ to hear her.‌‍​

****​⁠

In‍​ the end, I was given the‌⁠‍ title of a Grade 5 Knight⁠⁠⁠ by Professor Ronan.‌⁠⁠

He⁠‍ gave a deep⁠⁠ scowl when he⁠⁠ saw me, who‍​‍ had forfeited at‍⁠‌ Grade 5 demonic​⁠⁠ spirit test after‌‍​ defeating a Grade‌​​ 3 demonic beast,‍⁠⁠ but there was⁠‌ nothing I could⁠​ do about it.​​

Professor⁠ Ronan constantly glared‍‍‍ at me as‍​​ if he was‌‍‍ discontent by me‍​⁠ forfeiting at the‍⁠ Grade 5 demonic​ spirit test, but‍‍‌ nonetheless, the highest‍ grade I could⁠‍‌ get after not⁠ defeating a Grade​⁠‍ 5 demonic spirit,⁠‌ was Grade 5.‍​‍

I was leaving after​ getting my student‍ ID cards updated​‌ to Grade 5 Knight and found‌ students chatting to⁠ each other.

– Oi, what grade‍ did you get?‍⁠

– Grade 4. I fucked up. What‌⁠ about you?

– Huhu. Grade 3.‍‌​

– Wow… So you⁠ killed both an‍‍ owlbear and a banshee?

– Look at them.‍⁠ They’re Grade 5.‌

– Ehew, how do‌‌⁠ you even get​‍ Grade 5?

After‍ Lady Josephine’s grading​ test, we received⁠‍ our grades from‍‍ the professors in​ charge and lined​⁠ back up according​‌‍ to our given​⁠ grades.

There‍​​ were only 30‌ students standing in​ front of the​‌ Grade 5 signboard⁠‍‍ where I was.‍‌⁠ In front of​ the Grade 3 board were around⁠‌ 20 people, which⁠‍⁠ meant there were‍⁠ approximately 350 students‍​ who got Grade​⁠​ 4.

“Huhut…!”​⁠⁠

Most​‌ of the Grade‌ 3 students couldn’t⁠‍​ hide their arrogant​⁠ gazes. The one‌ who stood out​​ the most was​‌‍ a delinquent-looking student‌⁠‌ with very short⁠‍ hair and an‌⁠‍ impressive tattoo on‌‌​ the back of‌​ his neck.

Ohh~⁠⁠‌ it was someone‌ I knew.

Jaeger​‌⁠ Hinzpeter.

He​‍ was a Grade‍⁠⁠ 3, and his​⁠‍ specialty was something​⁠‍ like accumulated destruction,‍⁠​ where you build‍ energy inside by​⁠​ landing attacks and‍ explode it in​‌ one go.

It‍​‌ was a specialty⁠⁠‌ we didn’t even‍​‍ get to see⁠⁠​ in the game​ because of him​⁠​ quickly becoming irrelevant‍‍ but now that⁠​ this was the‍⁠​ real world, it‍​​ should be possible​ to have a look at his⁠‍ abilities since we​⁠ will be training​⁠‌ in the same​ class.

His‌‌‍ role in ❰Heroic‌⁠ Legends of Arhan❱⁠⁠⁠ was picking a fight with the​​ player at the⁠​​ start of the‌‍⁠ story, only to⁠⁠ be smashed in⁠ an instant.

He​​ preferred a heavy‌‍ armor and a mace, and had⁠ a tattoo on‌ his neck. Also,‌‌ his mother is⁠‍‌ a tattooist.

How‌​ did I know​⁠​ that, you may​​ ask?

It‌‍ was because 3 years ago, his‍‍ parents and his​⁠ younger sister had​ come to the‍ Academy when he⁠​ went missing in‌​ the 1st semester.‍⁠ They used their​ own money to⁠⁠ try to find⁠⁠ Jaeger and that⁠​​ scene had left‍‌ quite a big‌⁠‍ impression on me‌⁠‍ back then.

‘He​‌‌ was one of⁠ the people Park​‍ Sihu killed for‍‍‍ annoying him.’

That‍‍​ fucking cidery psychopath…⁠​ Although Jaeger had‍​ a bit of​​ an attitude, he‌ was definitely not‌​ a big enough‌​‍ sinner who deserved​​ to die. He‍‌​ was a typical‌ delinquent and a demi-human racist, but⁠‍ he was not​‍⁠ a massive bully‍ and he was‌‌⁠ just in the⁠ rough and unstoppable​ moments of his‍ youth.

He⁠​⁠ was just a young and immature‍ kid compared to‌‌ the actually terrible‌ delinquents whose lives‍ were a series​‍ of sexual assaults‍‍ and robberies.

He‌‍​ had some skill​⁠ and was a Grade 3 Knight.‍ Looking down on‌‍ peers who had‍⁠ a lower Grade‌ and feeling superior​​ was quite common​‌ in his age.⁠

Those‍​​ are the days,​ you know.

– Look. They are⁠‌ Grade 5.

– Wow, how do‌‌ you get that?​‍⁠

– So some people⁠‌ do lose to‌​‌ short hounds and‍ ghosts, huh.

Jaeger​​‌ wasn’t the only⁠⁠‌ one with such‌‌ an attitude and⁠‌ most of the​‍‍ students were the‌⁠​ same.

There​‌ was always at‍⁠ the very bottom.⁠‌‍ Grade 4 students,‌⁠ which was the‌‌​ majority of students,​‍‍ sent condescending gazes⁠ at the Grade‍​‍ 5 students, whereas⁠ the Grade 5 students who were⁠‍‍ at the very‌ bottom dropped their⁠​ heads in embarrassment​‍ and frustration.

They‍ would at least​‌ hit Grade 4 before graduation and‍​​ that was already⁠ considered quite good⁠ outside. Even though‌‍ they might be‍‌ treated like trash​ here, they were⁠‌ still superhumans outside.‍

None⁠⁠ of them would​‌‍ be starving to⁠ death no matter​‌‍ what they did⁠‍​ anyway, but as‌‍​ expected of kids‍⁠ who had yet⁠⁠ to suffer from‌⁠‌ the unemployment crisis,‌⁠​ their perception of⁠‍‌ their future was​⁠‍ very optimistic.

But‌⁠‍ well… that’s what​ kids should be‌⁠​ like. It would⁠‌ be great if‌ their embarrassment and‍‌ frustration would act‌⁠ as a positive⁠​‍ catalyst for their⁠‌⁠ growth but…

‘Lark’s⁠ also here.’

Typical‌‌⁠ nerd glasses and⁠​​ freckles… up to​‍ there it was‌​ normal, but the‍ skull spellbook in⁠​‌ his hands was​ definitely a tell-tale‌⁠ sign that he​ was a severe‍ chuunibyou patient.

The⁠ reason he died‍​⁠ was because he​‍‌ framed me and⁠ Sihu after giving⁠‌‍ in to his​‍​ inferiority complex.

I was wondering whether‍‌‌ I should kindly​‌ let him participate⁠‍‍ in the enlightening‍ method of ‘Soviet‌ Russia’ when the⁠‌‌ mic started to⁠ go off at‌ the stage.

– Kuhum!

There‌‌‌ was a man⁠ testing the mic​​ and the voice⁠ amplification magic.

“Good​ morning, freshmen. I am the chairman,‍ Eriu Casarr. Let⁠⁠ me make this​​ brief.”

There‍⁠ was no sign⁠ of him showing⁠‍‍ off his authority​ in his composed​‌ voice and the‍ expressionless look on⁠ his face. He‌‍ was respectful and⁠‍‌ dignified. He looked​ young but there​‌ was an underlying⁠‌‌ layer of composure⁠​‍ which made it⁠ difficult to discern‌‌ his age.

Chairman‌ of Merkarva Academy,⁠‌ Eriu Casarr. The⁠ strongest helper and‍‌‍ bystander of the‍⁠​ main quest.

It‍‍ had truly been​⁠ a very long‌‌ time.

“In‍⁠‍ this academy, you‍ will be learning‌‌ the most intense‍⁠ and the most⁠‌ dangerous techniques of⁠ the world. Some​‌‌ of you might‍‍​ already be strong,‌ and some of​‌⁠ you might not‍⁠ be as strong.‍ I cannot guarantee⁠‌‍ you that everyone‌ will achieve their​ goals.”

The⁠⁠ students created a fuss in response‍⁠ to the chairman’s‍‌‌ words.

“However,​ I do wish‍ that everyone here‌ may discover the‍ correct direction of‍ their lives. Our⁠ job is to​‌⁠ help you take⁠ that first step.​ Starting from the‌ second step, it​‌‍ will be up⁠‍‍ to you. That’s​ it from me.⁠‌​ Hope you have‌‍ a wonderful day.”‍‍

With‌⁠ that, the chairman⁠ left the stage.‌ There was a short break after‌ the chairman’s speech,‌​​ which the freshmen​​ used to get‍‍ to know each⁠⁠ other.

“I⁠ am a Grade⁠⁠ 3 Knight, Jaeger​‍ Hinzpeter! You see—”‌

Among‌‍‌ the freshmen was‌ a guy who‌‌‌ showed off his​ Grade and bragged‍ about himself…

“…”​

As‍‍‌ well as a gloomy nerd flipping⁠⁠ the pages of⁠‍ a spell book‍⁠ in the corner.​

In‍‌ the previous iteration,⁠‌‌ I had close‌‍ to zero friends​​ because of that‍ damned Park, because​​‍ I was forced‌​ to stay next​⁠⁠ to him the​ whole day.

Gosh…​‌‍ Thinking of how‍ there was a hidden desire concealed⁠⁠⁠ behind all that‍​ gave me goosebumps.​⁠

I was glancing around‌‍​ to check whether‍ the kids that⁠ died to Park‌ were doing okay⁠‌⁠ or not, and⁠‍ saw Jaeger striking​⁠​ up a conversation​‌​ with Lark.

“Oi,‌‌‌ what Grade are⁠‍ you?”

“Hu,​​ huh?”

Lark‌ was flustered from⁠ the sudden chat‌​‌ and slowly closed‌ the spell book.‌‍‌ Thinking back, I remembered how Jaeger​ picked a fight​ with Grade 5 students on the‍⁠ first day.

“G,‌‍ Grade 5.”

“Grade‍‍ 5? So you’re‍​‍ a weakling.”

Jaeger‌ condescendingly gave a remark while Lark⁠⁠ was shivering in‌‌ front of the​‍‌ tattooed delinquent.

Ohh…⁠​‍ It felt like‍ I was back‌ to being a teenager. Such immaturity…⁠ was refreshing.

“Did‌‌ you fail at​‌‌ killing the ghost?‌​ I suppose you‍ could have been⁠ scared because some⁠⁠ of them do⁠‍‍ look like a Grade 3. I wasn’t though.”

“Uhh…”​​‌

“Huh?​ Wait, did you‍ die to the⁠ short hounds and‌ not the ghost?‌‌‌ For real? Uhahaha!”⁠​

I was watching with‍ an intrigued expression‍​‍ but Lark tightened‌ his fist and⁠‍ looked fairly upset.‍‍

He​⁠ wasn’t the only‍⁠⁠ one. The small​‍‍ group of students​⁠ that received Grade​⁠ 5 in the‌‍ test were embarrassed​ about their ranks‌‍ which were easier‌‌‍ counted from the‍ bottom.

“You‌​ know what, I killed those weak-ass⁠ short hounds in‌‌​ like 3 minutes…”‍​​

“Hello,⁠⁠‌ friends!”

I suddenly wrapped my​⁠‍ arms around them.​‍⁠ Neither of them‌​ noticed me until⁠ I touched them.‌

“Uht?”‍​

“W,‍​ what?”

The​‌ two of them⁠⁠⁠ rolled their eyes‍‌ in surprise from‍ my sudden approach.‌‌ What was I supposed to do⁠‍⁠ with these young​‌‌ teenage boys?

“Y,​ you, who are‍‍ you?”

Lark​‌‌ took a step‍ back after seeing⁠​‍ my face. It⁠⁠​ wasn’t clear whether‌‍​ he was surprised‌⁠ by my jump-scare‍‍ or my appearance.​

“That​ tattoo looks pretty⁠‍ sick.”

“Hu,⁠​​ huh?”

“Looks‌ neat. The one‍‍‌ who did it⁠⁠‌ must be very‌ good at it.”⁠​

“Huh?​ Yeah? R, right?”⁠‌‌

I praised the tattoo​‍⁠ and gave a compliment to the‍‌‍ one who did​‍ it, which was⁠ highly likely to‍ be his mother.‍ He wouldn’t have⁠‌ expected me to‌​ know about the‍‍‍ tattooist, so it​​‌ must have sounded‌⁠ like a genuine⁠‍ compliment to him.⁠

Plus,‍​​ his tattoo was‍‌ not just there​ for show.

“That‍ thing on the‌‍​ back of your‌ neck is the​ symbol for your‌ blood type right?​‌ To get a blood transfusion as‌ quickly as possible⁠⁠‍ when you get⁠⁠‍ hurt, yeah? Damn,‍ you’re prepared.”

“Yeah,‍‍‌ right!”

The​‌⁠ reason I knew‍‍ this was because​‍​ I had talked‌​ to Jaeger’s parents‌‌ before. Because Park⁠‌ and I were‍‍‌ the last ones⁠‌ to see Jaeger,​⁠‌ we were summoned​‌⁠ a few times.‌​

Jaeger’s‌ tattoo was proof‍​ of his parent’s⁠‍ concern for their‍‍⁠ son who was‌‍ entering the guardian​ academy.

Park⁠⁠​ Sihu that fucking​ psychopath… Acting like​‍ nothing happened in​‍ front of Jaeger’s‍ parents…

“Actually,​‌⁠ this is what‌‌‌ my mom did‌⁠‍ for me. She’s‌⁠⁠ more of a line work specialist,​⁠ but she did​⁠ it old school‌ for me.”

“That​ looks excellent. Do​‍ you have more?”‌

“Yeah.‍⁠⁠ I did one⁠‍ on my arm.⁠ It’s the symbol‌ of Merkarva Academy,⁠ and has a chariot flying through⁠‌⁠ the sky.”

Pulling‍​ his sleeves, Jaeger‍​ bragged about his‍ tattoo. As he‌ said, there was‍ a chariot and‍‌ a sky behind⁠ it, which was‌​‌ the symbol of‌​‌ Merkarva Academy, imprinted⁠⁠⁠ on his right⁠⁠‌ arm.

After‍ that,

I just listened to⁠ Jaeger excitedly talk‍ about himself. Although​⁠‍ I didn’t really​ know the technical​⁠ terms like ‘line⁠​ work’ and ‘old‍ school’, what I knew was that‌ you only needed⁠ to give energetic‌⁠⁠ nods to be‍‌⁠ a great listener.‌

“I’m​ Korin Lork.”

“Jaeger​​‌ Hinzpeter.”

He‌ found out what​‌​ my Grade was⁠​ during the conversation,⁠⁠ but unlike what‌‍‍ he did with‍⁠ Lark, he didn’t​‌ even mention it.‍‌ People generally did‍ not bother bad-mouthing‌‍ someone who they‍‍ had a good​‍ impression of.

Because‍⁠ of that, he⁠⁠‍ didn’t continue picking‍ a fight against​​‍ Lark, who was‌ in the same​‍‍ Grade as me.⁠

That​‍ should have left​⁠ a positive first‍⁠ impression.

This⁠⁠ guy – Lark;⁠ if I remember⁠‌‌ correctly… His specialty‍‌ was Memorize. He​ would be of‍⁠ great help.

He…‍ was the way​ for me to⁠⁠⁠ access the grimoire,‌ the free skill‌ book.

****⁠

Alicia⁠​ had a low⁠‌ self-esteem and was‌⁠‍ bad at expressing‌⁠​ her opinion.

That‍‌ was why despite​‌​ her strength, she​‍⁠ became timid in​‍​ front of her‌⁠ impressive peers and​ couldn’t speak up‍⁠ to them.

She⁠‌‍ had been worn‌⁠ out and harassed‌ by the people‌​⁠ of her household‌‍‌ that supported her​‍ older sister.

— How can someone​⁠ like you be‍​⁠ at the same⁠⁠ position as Lady‌ Lunia?

Due​ to being the⁠​​ illegitimate child of⁠‌ the current head​‌ of the family,​​‌ Gerard Arden, and‍ the child of⁠⁠⁠ a concubine, she​ had been faint-hearted​​ from a young‌‍ age.

She​​ was always compared‍ to her smart‍⁠​ sibling, harassed and‍⁠‌ mocked. She was‍‍​ the ‘young lady’‍​‌ of the household,‌ but there was​‌ no weight behind⁠⁠‌ that title.

“Grade​​‌ 5? So you’re⁠​ a weakling.”

Ahh,‍‍⁠ he looks like‍ a delinquent. He​​​ even has a tattoo…

Feeling‌​ like her PTSD‍ was coming back⁠ up, Alicia forced‌ herself to turn‌ her head away​‍‍ from him. It‍ was because there‌‌ used to be⁠​ a lot of​⁠ people in the​ household who had⁠ tattoos.

She‍‌ thought there would​ be no one​​‌ saving that poor​ boy, like what​ happened to her.‌‌‍

“That⁠‍⁠ tattoo looks pretty⁠ sick.”

“Hu,‌ huh?”

That​⁠ was when another‌ boy showed up.‍​‌ The peer called‍ Korin Lork, who‍ was assigned as⁠⁠ a mere Grade‌ 5 Knight, approached⁠‍ the delinquent-looking Jaeger‌ without any hesitation.​ He complimented his​‍‌ tattoos, gave deep⁠‌‌ nods and skilfully⁠‍ led the conversation​ with Jaeger.

Everyone‌ watching knew that⁠‍⁠ Korin had stepped‌‍ in to help‌​​ his peer from‌​​ being harassed.

‘…Incredible.’‍‍

He⁠‌⁠ didn’t rely on‍ strength nor did⁠‍​ he try to​‌​ talk down or​ criticize the opponent.‌ The boy had‌‍ gotten rid of⁠‌‌ the seed of​‍‍ harassment in a very adept manner.‍

Even‌‍ though he was‌ also a Grade‍‍ 5 himself, and⁠ even though he‌⁠ should’ve known that‌ he could have‍‌​ become the next⁠ target, he still⁠ stepped up for⁠ his peers.

Today‌‌ must have been​‌​ the first day​⁠ they met.

He‍⁠⁠ had never even‍ talked to Lark‍⁠‍ before.

Although‍ he would be​ getting nothing in‍ return, he took‌⁠ a step forward‍​ nonetheless.

That‍‌​ boy called Korin‌ even gave off​⁠ a sense of​ dignity and experience.⁠

‘What‌‌ a nice person.’​‍

Showing‍⁠⁠ non-calculative kindness that⁠‌⁠ gives a good​⁠‍ impression… Was it‍ just a coincidence‍‍ that he reminded‍‌‍ her of the‌‌ benefactor she met‌⁠ in the forest?​⁠⁠

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