Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death

said the red-haired girl.

“Brother Yohan, did you use a knife well?”

“Wow, what a surprise.”

Evangeles jumped at the sudden sound. It was my brother, Ida.

“When did you come?”

“When you come in beaten up.”

“Do you guys have any classes?”

She was looking at John, who was walking away with the swordsman. And what she was wearing was a light dress.

It wasn’t even a suit suitable for a playground, let alone a swordsmanship class.

“You guys are also in swordsmanship class.”

“Meh~ What is the girl doing with a knife?”

“… So, did you start class from day one?”

“Oh, brother. it’s slicing It’s because I’m not feeling well, so I’m sick, ho-ho.”

Evangeles made an uncomfortable expression.

You look really sick, you girl.

Ida was a kid who knew how to use her cuteness. It was clear that he had put on a pitiful expression on Mr. Bona Mana’s face and was trembling that he was sick.

“Your oppa Yohan, you were really surprised when you saw him blocking the knife. It must be a feat.”

“I know. I was also surprised.”

Evangeles said he was surprised, but thought that the expression was lacking something.

I have known John for over 10 years. However, the swordsmanship that Yohan had just before performed had a feeling that a person had suddenly changed or transformed rather than an unexpected appearance.

Ida dragged Evangeles by the arm.

“Let’s go, brother.”

“why?”

“You are curious. Let’s see what the story is.”

“No, so why ‘you’?”

“Oh. My older brother, my older brother Yohan is also from the same town. Regrettably, you are.”

This younger brother, who was born a minute later than himself, respected Ji only when he needed it. I sighed and nodded at the obvious trick, but I felt a bit uncomfortable.

Even if he patted on this and that, Evangeles was an older brother who cared for his younger sister.

For such a younger brother, we had a drink before leaving for the academy here.

To peek into John’s mind.

However… .

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No matter how you look at it, John didn’t seem to be interested in Ida. It seems that the name ‘Mili’ or ‘Mil’ came up a few times, but I’ve never heard of a girl with that name in Yeongji.

I don’t even know if that’s a person’s name in the first place.

‘Come to think of it, have you never heard of John talking about women?’

Evangeles made up his mind while being dragged by Ida.

I heard that drinking in the dormitory is prohibited by school policy, but no one abides by that. Well, they say they sell it at the store, so I said everything.

‘I’ll have to catch me.’

He intended to go to John’s room with a bottle of wine.

***

The student cafeteria was filled with the smell of spices. And there was one person who didn’t fit there.

The eyes of the students poured into the swordsmanship teacher who entered the student cafeteria.

“That person.”

“who?”

“The person sitting in front of me. Swordsman here. Under Olenu Basti.”

“Olenu, Bastia? I think I heard it somewhere… .”

There was a sound of slapping on the forehead among the students who were whispering.

“… That, the Gladiator of Spring?! Olenu Bastia?”

“a-? Do not lie to me.”

“Really. I mean, I was in the class next to you.”

“But why did you come here? Teachers don’t eat together.”

“They made a bet.”

“What bet?”

“What did you say… . what… Did the loser eat shit… ?”

John, whose stomach is weak, sighed.

The lunch menu was curry.

Bastia, on the other hand, spoke vigorously as if she could hear the sounds around her.

“You, who did you learn from so that the at-and-defense balance is so messed up?”

“It wasn’t something I learned or did.”

“okay… ? If that’s the case, I guess I’m good at it. On the defense side.”

I knew you would think so.

And when Bastia talks about the sword, it means that her liking level has risen slightly.

“There is no need to rush. Get used to it step by step.”

“I need a swordsmanship that suits me.”

“Huffp.”

I spit out a bit of curry.

“Did you read a novel or something?”

It was a childish statement, but Bastia answered seriously.

“Anyway, if you learn the sword, you will have your own way. There is no such thing as an invincible swordsman in the world.”

“So you’re saying there’s no point in learning the sword?”

“No way. It’s just that I’m not copying someone else’s swordsmanship itself. You are perfecting your own ‘brother’ and ‘style’ while learning the swordplay that has already been created.”

“I’m really a bit peculiar.”

Bastia laughed.

‘As expected, a child is a child.’

Kids around this time all know that they are special. And such a tendency is more prominent in the children of noble families.

‘Shouldn’t I have just slapped him on the back.’

Originally, his educational philosophy begins with breaking children’s illusions.

This is why Bastia has a harsh ceremony for her first class. In that sense, the first button with the kid in front of me was wrong.

“okay. let’s listen How unique are you?”

Yohan pondered for a moment whether to disclose his characteristics. Swordsmanship teacher Bastia is a typical Protagonist of ‘Savior from another world’.

He is playing the role of a booster to grow the main character.

This is why it is essential to develop goodwill with him in the game.

“I did the blood clot method yesterday.”

“By the way?”

“That’s right, but the short war aptitude… .”

John mumbled for a while and said.

“… It didn’t exist.”

“Oh, really? Did you say you have no aptitude?”

A chuckle of laughter escaped from between his lips.

Bastia thought that Johann’s troubles were cute.

“That is a big deal.”

“It’s not just words.”

“Why, do you think you’ve earned Meus’s hatred?”

Meus was the name of a god involved in the growth of boys.

Bastia shook her head with a warm smile.

“Don’t worry. Not all aptitudes are necessarily revealed only through blood clots. And the gods don’t easily pay attention to individuals.”

Bastia pointed her finger at the top of her head.

“They have more important things to do.”

It was as set.

This swordsmanship teacher believes in God.

“The swordsmanship skill is more fair than the salary of the academy teachers. If it moves, it will stick.”

“Maybe?”

“Believe me. Hit the strike team 200 times a day.”

“good. However, if my swordsmanship doesn’t improve… .”

“At that time, can I eat your poop?”

Yohan put down the spoon he was making curry again.

“Stop talking about his shit.”

“Do what you say. What if you don’t gain muscle even after training?”

John pondered for a moment. The opponent is a man who believes in God.

“Please swear.”

“What shall I swear?”

“If my skills don’t improve after a month, I’ll take responsibility and devise a sword method that suits me.”

Bastia looked at John with a light smile for a moment. Then he tapped his thigh.

“I am Olenu Bastia. I swear by Patra’s sword. If John of the Espertz… .”

After admission, it was the students’ first lunch. Excited voices could be heard from time to time, but Bastia didn’t care.

“If you don’t improve your swordsmanship even after hitting the strike team for a month… .”

Bastia’s hand, which had tapped her thigh, struck her chest this time.

“… I will personally devise a swordsmanship that suits him.”

John was satisfied. In ‘The Savior from Another World’, there is a sword technique that can only be learned from Bastia.

Bastia was also in a good mood. It’s fun to teach those who can see sprouts.

Bastia then waited for John to raise the spoon. And after a while, he continued with a playful face.

“If you break this, you will eat shit.”

John sighed.

He threw the spoon he was holding into the curry.

“Can I make a wish with that?”

“I can’t. After all, isn’t it the teacher’s duty to teach?”

Bastia said something unintentional.

“Ah, didn’t you tell me? I am only a teacher until today.”

“I’m sorry. Since you’ve sworn off your oath, you’ll have to stay at the academy. Or maybe you’d rather grow a little more.”

“A bad stomach?”

“Shouldn’t you practice eating poop?”

“Puhahaha!”

Loud laughter echoed through the restaurant. Johann was annoyed by the attention being directed at him, but Bastia said pleasantly.

“You really are a fun guy!”

A kid with smarts and arrogance.

Teaching this disciple seemed like a pleasure.

“good night. Then what is your real wish?”

John lowered his voice. He hopes he doesn’t sound like a matchmaker or a pimp.

“Please take one girl.”

“girl? What kind of Anne?”

Johan recalled Bastia’s configuration document again.

He was a character with a simple view of women. I don’t care about the looks or age of the other person. As long as they wear a skirt, they are all women.

In other words, as far as women are concerned, this swordsmanship teacher is a philanthropist.

“I know about your errands with women. To be honest, you don’t mind whoever you are?”

“no. I was asking what kind of relationship you have. Why are you asking me like that? I don’t think you want to entrust your lover.”

“Ask her directly about that.”

“Did you talk to the other person?”

“Perhaps he will agree.”

“Hmm. good night. I have to rearrange the things I took away and repair my resignation letter. Just wait three days.”

John sighed and lowered his voice further.

“And one more question.”

“Why are you talking so little?”

“Do you know a student named Sabaki?”

“Sabaki? … That parasitic brother? i got it Why, do you know me?”

John’s expression hardened in an instant.

It was an unexpected development.

“Are you catching?”

Bastia explained what happened last night.

After his explanation, John had a clear understanding of the situation.

“Ahh… .”

John lowered his head with a slightly depressed face. Because the situation has become serious.

Sword Demon Sabaki.

He was a guy who became famous for destroying an organization in the back world single-handedly. The dormitory assignment is in Building C, just like Yohan.

And on the first day of entering the dormitory, there is a random event.

An event where Sabaki goes out for a night drink and is late for roll call.

Originally, it was a minor event that would cost him penalty points considering it was his first day at the enlistment.

But that didn’t happen.

The day the event happened… .

The main character spent time looking at the dorm bulletin board… .

And then he tried to take [Mulcan’s sword] belatedly… .

Thanks to that, the [Academy’s Troubled Child] event was created at the same time… .

A murder case has taken place.

And Sabaki was the only person who did not return to the roll call at the estimated time of death.

“Are you friends?”

“It’s not like that, but… Then what will happen to Sabaki?”

After finishing her meal, Bastia put down the spoon and wiped her mouth.

I urged

“Is this a military trial?”

“It is likely to be a formal trial. Few humans can cut a person in half like that. I’m skinny. And if you kill a soldier, student or whatever, it’s the death penalty.”

I couldn’t shake the gloomy feeling. It was followed by dominoes that wasted time in the first place.

Finally, in the form of destroying the main character, Sabaki.

“All right… . By the way, who did you hear this from?”

“Listen. I’m the one who caught him on the spot. I don’t know if it’s a ghost sword or what, but they said it wasn’t their fault.”

“So?”

“So. I said I couldn’t believe it.”

After clearing the table, he stood up and said.

“He threatened to slash if he approached, so I taught him how to cut. If you smashed his head with a wooden sword, it must have gone right into your head.”