Episode 182
There are also some who have stiff necks, as if they have iron rods implanted in their necks.
It’s quite a sight.
I just have this thought.
I wonder if these thoughts are going through their heads right now.
Where on earth did I hear that from?
To be exact, the moment when Gala Dinner said that supplies were limited.
From that exact moment on, I overheard every conversation.
The whole process of Gray trying to cheer up Galadinar, Harold Lynch beating up the Master User Benedict, and Benedict ignoring Galadinar because of his low circle. And Galadinar shaking under the table with his fists clenched in frustration.
I saw and heard it all.
Yeah, in a way it was natural for something like this to happen.
Because that’s the nature of Mana users.
The amount of time and effort it takes to raise a single circle is incalculable.
So, what are the feelings of those who invest that kind of time?
It’s simple.
Competition and power.
The desire to become stronger further.
To put it simply, it could be lumped together and called a hierarchy.
If you become an 8th circle user, you can bully users of at least 7th circle or lower.
If you become a 9th circle user, you can bully users below the 8th circle.
If you are a master, what more can I say?
Although the special title of nobility is a variable, those without it are simply ranked by circle.
Age? No need.
In such a situation, there is no way that the Master, the Chief Instructor, would treat Galadiner, a 4th circle mana user, as his superior.
Still, he pretended to follow the words of Roland Lynch, the leader of the Continental Battlefield. If Roland had not said anything, it was obvious what kind of mess would have happened.
therefore.
You’re saying that you overheard me talking behind my back?
“hey.”
Benedict answered as if his feet were numb.
“… … Are you talking about me?”
Yes, you.
A smile naturally forms.
“Do you want to fall behind?”
“……yes?”
I stared at him blankly without saying a word.
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A neat pomaded head, a well-proportioned body.
He may look like any other young man on the street, but he is actually 39 years old, and all the muscles in his well-proportioned body are stronger than steel.
A master who has reached the pinnacle of mana user.
There is nothing new about this.
He’s quite a guy in his own right.
By human standards.
therefore.
“Guess what I’m thinking right now.”
“… … .”
“Why? Do you think I won’t be able to guess?”
Still no answer.
So I decided to just be kind and let you know.
“Should I just chop you to pieces here and now, or should I just cut off your head and bury you in the hills, or… … .”
I took a quick look around.
“Should I wipe out all the mana users belonging to the Continental Battlefield?”
Gulp-
There is a sound of someone swallowing, and Benedict’s expression hardens like a statue.
Not only him, but also Harold and the rest of the continental battlefield masters.
Everything is frozen.
That makes sense. Because those three guys, they’ve already tasted bitterness from me when we were on the Continental Battlefield before.
I came in to save Roland Lynch and got kicked out.
“Galadiner and Gray here are my messengers. Gray can be called ‘my person’, but Galadiner is ambiguous. Still, I like Galadiner. I can see that she is trying hard. That’s why I want to protect her, and save face, at least at the Academy, even if it’s not like anywhere else. But.”
Again, I looked at the master.
“What the heck, a nobody is making a fuss. I’ll ask again. Do you want to lose?”
“……no.”
“Why are you whining? Hey, Harold.”
“yes……?”
“Don’t make that stupid face, I’m going to want to kill you.”
“……sorry.”
He is quick-witted and opens his eyes automatically.
okay.
As you can see, I’m really angry right now.
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The reason why I am so angry is very simple.
“I don’t understand if you don’t understand the situation or if Roland Lynch, who sent you here, has a rotten brain. The supplies needed by the Commerce Department? Why would you want to use them in the Academy?”
“……yes?”
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“Don’t you know why you came here?”
“… … .”
“You came here to pay off your debt. You were brought here to work like a dog to pay off that debt. Who told you to sort out the hierarchy here?”
“… … .”
“The entire remaining budget for the yet-to-be-founded Faculty of Commerce? More than that? Hey, gala dinner.”
“… … Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Does this seem like a reasonable situation to you?”
“……no.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so. If it’s after the establishment, then I don’t know, but what about the commerce department that’s still preparing to be established? If you need money and supplies, use your own money, you little bastards. How much do you receive in a month? Did these little bastards take drugs as a group? Do you really want to search for everything?”
The three masters change their stance more quickly than expected.
“sorry!”
This is ridiculous.
When I first met Gray, he said this in a restaurant.
If the powerless entrust themselves to the powerful, they can get a chance to be free.
That’s not just empty words.
“Excuse me? You little punks who are nothing more than masters are rambling on without knowing what’s going on. Hey, Harold.”
“……yes.”
“You must have heard that, didn’t you?”
“What… are you saying?”
“Didn’t you hear that I have the power over your life and death?”
“… … .”
Everyone’s expressions instantly harden.
As I said before, everyone here knows.
That I am a ridiculous monster.
3 masters?
I have already wiped out four masters and over 10,000 troops from the world.
Everyone here knows that pointing a knife at me and using force is no different than asking to be sent to hell.
“I don’t understand at all. What the hell is going on? Are you really begging to be killed? Or is there some great hidden meaning that I don’t know about? Please tell me.”
All the mana users belonging to the Continental Battlefield, including the guys, jump up from their seats.
And then.
He bowed his head to me.
“sorry!”
It was a bit better that the sullen expression disappeared, apart from the sincerity that could be felt, but that was it.
I’m not happy with the overall situation.
I waved my hand roughly and the guys took their seats.
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“They’re crazy guys who can’t control their shit and pee, but they’re useful… … It’s really ambiguous, it’s annoying, but it’s a waste to kill them, and it’s also annoying.”
He paused for a moment and looked at Harold Lynch.
“Do you have anything to say?”
“… … I’m sorry. Please give me just one more chance.”
He is much more humble than I thought, and he certainly seems to be remorseful.
One chance… … .
“Okay, I’ll give you just one last chance.”
I glanced at the gala dinner.
The guy’s expression was as hard as everyone else’s.
He raised his hand and pointed at Benedict.
“Do you know the five-pointed star?”
“……yes?”
“You heard me. There’s a saying that goes, “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.” Since you trampled on the pride of the Dean of the Military Science Department, your pride should be trampled on as well. Until the meeting is over, lie face down on your stomach and face the gala dinner.”
“… … .”
“Why? You don’t want to do it? Your knees are heavy. Should I cut them off?”
Benedict hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stood up.
At that time, everyone was looking at me with a look of bewilderment.
Benedict knelt down toward the gala dinner and bowed his head deeply.
“I’m sorry, Dean. I was rude.”
Then place both elbows on the ground and touch the ground up to your forehead.
Perfect body and mind.
A regret that goes beyond the will to submit and risks one’s life.
I ignored it and turned my head away again.
“What are you doing? Resume the meeting.”
* * *
It wasn’t a long meeting.
It would have been a long meeting, to be exact, but the circumstances were such that it could not be prolonged.
From the moment I took my seat.
Because all the conveniences were concentrated in the Department of Swordsmanship and the Department of Military Science.
There was something a little odd here.
It’s not about the Gray or Gala Dinner, it’s about the Faculty of Magic.
To be exact.
Why is the Dean of the Magic Department, Matapju, not in his seat and the person who was the head instructor is sitting in his place?
Come to think of it.
The last time I cleaned the academy, the master tried to stop me.
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So I subdued the top lord and had a few conversations.
Since then, Matapju’s whereabouts have been unknown.
If he had committed suicide or died, General Rommel would have said something, but there was no sign of that.
like.
Should I say it seemed like it disappeared like air?
‘Did he disappear somewhere? Or is he stuck in the magic tower?’
I was a little curious, but I moved on for now.
So the meeting ended.
Just then, all the instructors stood up and were about to leave.
“Gray and Gala Dinner will remain in their seats.”
“……yes.”
All the instructors except two left the conference room.
And then the silence that naturally settled in.
“It’s a gala dinner.”
“……yes.”
“Is it very difficult?”
“… … No. It’s bearable.”
I ended up laughing faintly.
I don’t think it’s bearable at all.
“I told you before, those without power… … .”
“If you rely on the powerful, you lose the opportunity to be free… … I’m sorry.”
The guy who had been unconsciously interrupting me and continuing his conversation suddenly stood up from his seat and bowed his head to me.
This is seriously overly polite.
“Your Majesty, I’m sorry. The gala dinner was very embarrassing… … .”
“gray.”
“……yes?”
“I’m not talking to you right now.”
“……sorry.”
It’s clear that Gray is planning on throwing a gala dinner.
That’s for sure.
We need to exercise some self-restraint.
“Galadiner, you’re 34 years old. Why do you keep treating me like a child when you’re not? Do I treat you like a child?”
“……no.”
“You might be upset, but you know what I mean. When it’s time to get involved, get involved, and when it’s time not to get involved, don’t get involved. You’re not a kid, and Gala Dinner isn’t a kid either. Right?”
It was similar to a scolding, but at least it wasn’t wrong.
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so.
Gray acted quickly.
“I will be careful.”
That will do.
so.
“Just get out now.”
“yes?”
“I was just going to tell you that. Now that I’ve done it, it’s okay. Just leave. I’ll have a chat with Gala Diner alone.”
Gray stood up from his seat without hesitation and left the conference room.
Of course, he bowed his head to me once.
I was a little curious as to why Gala Dinner would bow her head so often, but I guess she learned it from watching Gray.
And so, silence falls again.
