The student cafeteria was, strangely enough, quite different from the formal meals Leila and I had eaten at home. Most of the time, all the food was put into one plate.
I didnât have any particular feeling of rejection. Rather, this was efficient. It didnât take up much space because it was divided into several containers, and it was easy to handle.
When I was in the military in my previous life, a stew, where everything was boiled together, was my staple food.
At a glance, it seemed to be because mealtimes were short, and that if all the people at the Imperial Academy were to eat the way they used to at home, there wouldnât be enough tables in the entire academy.
âOh, this is alright.â
It wasnât as good as what I used to eat at home, but I wasnât that picky. I lived longer in my previous life than I did in my current life. Rather, I was of the opinion that any food was fine as long as it filled my stomach, even if it didnât taste good.
Except for tarts.
So, as soon as I received the food, I ate it without much hesitation, but Leila strangely remained still.
âWhy arenât you eating?â
ââ¦â
Leila didnât even bother to pick up the dishes and just stared at her plate. I was about to ask more because I thought it was strange, but Leila barely managed to answer.
â⦠Iâm still thinking about how to eat, so wait.â
I burst out laughing. It didnât matter to me, since in my previous life I ate and slept in an environment worse than this, but that wasnât the case for Leila.
So, I found it quite admirable that she tried to adapt without showing any signs of discomfort.
âIt tastes good.â
Luckily, Leila adapted quickly. The food itself was delicious, even though it was all put together.
âThough itâs not quite so formal, this is actually quite comfortable.â
âYouâre adapting quickly. Thatâs good.â
It seemed that Leila was not a noble lady who acted strict and arrogant.
âBy the way, there are a lot of people. Does everyone gather here every lunchtime?â
âI heard that you can buy a snack or eat something like a sandwich at the plaza over there.â
There were so many people. Was this what it felt like to be crowded?
In the midst of all this, students who looked a bit older tended to finish their meals within five minutes of sitting down and left in a hurry. They said that studying got harder as you advanced in grade, and I think that saying was true.
âAre we going to end up like that, too?â
âWell, I donât think you would, Dane.â
âHuh?â
âYouâre good at everything.â
I chuckled at those words and said, âEven doing something well requires effort.â
Of course, I had talent, but that didnât mean I just relied on that talent and went wild.
âDid you hear? Kentner, who did the roulette against freshmen, got ripped off this time.â
âReally? Hasnât he done that since he was in his second year? He said it was some kind of assignment?â
Just then, I heard an interesting story. Leila stopped eating and looked at me, then tilted her ear in that direction.
âThat could be true. Or it could be a money-making scheme. Anyway, doesnât that mean he got ripped off by a freshman?â
âRipped off? By a freshman?â
âThatâs what Iâm saying. They say that every time he threw, it hit something.â
I guess they were talking about me.
âDane, arenât they talking about you?â
âI think so.â
They continued talking while getting food.
âWell, apparently it was Dane Sogres. Heâs the new top student. Heâs enrolled in an autonomous major!â
âThe top student is really different.â
âIâm jealous, so jealous.â
I shrugged.
âI think the rumor has spread?â
âYes. Youâre already famous.â
It felt like a natural thing since I went around with the name Sogres. Of course, I had no idea I would become famous for throwing daggers.
Anyway, we finished our meal and left the cafeteria. Instead of warm sunlight, we were greeted by a slightly cloudy sky.
âDane, whatâs your next class? Iâm taking Introduction to Swordsmanship!â
âI have a liberal arts class.â
âAlright. Then when youâre done, letâs look at the treasure map together! Come straight to the garden! The first one to finish will come and wait!â
The Misty Garden.
Thinking about it, I felt a bit guilty, but I couldnât bring myself to tell her the truth. Instead, I parted ways with Leila and headed to Demert Hall.
It was the place where liberal arts classes were mainly held. Looking at the sign in front of the building, it said that it was one of the first buildings built when the academy was established.
The liberal arts class I was taking was âEmpireâs Historyâ, one of the required liberal arts courses. I had already been educated by the head butler before coming here. I knew most of the basics, so I wasnât too worried.
I entered the classroom and sat down in the empty seat by the window when I heard a voice next to me.
âDane, can I sit next to you?â
It was Ernest Dylan.
âYouâre in this class, too.â
âYeah. Itâs a required class for freshmen. I was looking to see if you were here andâ¦â
Unlike his excited chattering self in the Misty Garden earlier, he asked in a very timid manner.
âCan I sit next to youâ¦?â
âDo you need permission for things like that?â
âN-no. Thatâs not itâ¦â
What a fascinating person.
Anyway, Ernest sat down next to me with a broad smile.
âOh, Dane. How are you feeling?â
âHmm. I donât think thereâs anything particularly strange. Just a little different?â
âWhatâs changed?â
âItâs a bit complicated, but Iâll explain it in detail later. Oh, right. Thereâs something I wanted to tell you.â
I was just about to tell him about the Academy treasure map I had won first place in the dagger-throwing contestâ¦
âHuh, are you Ernest?â
â¦When a sound came from behind us.
As I was about to turn my head, my eyes met with Ernestâs for a moment.
He was afraid. His pupils were quivering, lips tightly shut, fists clenched, and body trembling.
What was that about?
He was like a soldier suffering from trauma.
âHey, thatâs right! Ernest! To think weâd meet here of all places?â
In the midst of this, five people approached us. The largest one put a hand on Ernestâs shoulder, and Ernest turned around in surprise.
âB-Bronn. H-hello.â
âWhat, you got in? You should have said something! I got in this year too!â
Was this a friendship? It didnât look normal.
âHey, how did you get in? I thought you wouldnât be able to enter the academy. Haha. Just kidding, kidding. I still remember how you shrank in fear whenever I just said something.â
Ernestâs expression grew darker and darker. Were they just frenemies? Orâ¦
âIf Iâd known this would happen, I would have gone to the entrance ceremony. I thought itâd be boring, so I didnât go.â
As expected.
âBut good timing. The cafeteria seemed far away, so I was annoyed. Letâs talk later, and since weâre here, go to the cafeteria and buy some sandwiches.â
ââ¦â
âWhat, why arenât you saying anything?â
âI-Iâm with a friend right now⦠It might be a little difficult right nowâ¦â
âA friend? You have a frieeend?â
Watching him drag out his words, I think I might have cut his tongue out in the past. The one named Bronn looked at me and tilted his head.
âAre you Ernestâs friend? A freshman?â
I just stared at him without answering.
Then Bronn snickered and said, âLook at this kid. Arenât you going to answer? Is it because youâre from another department? What department are you from? Iâm from the Swordsmanship Department. You know the Swordsmanship Department? Are you from the same department as Ernest?â
I didnât know what family he came from, but his rough demeanor reminded me of the countless city thugs Iâd seen on the battlefield.
By the way, I was a specialist in correcting that type of person. There were many people who got screwed over after coming to the battlefield thinking they were something because they used their fists in a back alley somewhere.
As I was quietly thinkingä¸
âAlright, letâs get ready for class. Everyone, get back to your seats.â
The door opened and the professor came in. Bronn, who was about to approach me, licked his lips as if he were disappointed and turned his head towards Ernest.
âSee you after class, Ernest? Itâs nice to see you. We have a lot to talk about.â
When he hit Ernest lightly on the back, Ernestâs upper body tilted forward.
âAck!â
âPunk, donât be such a pussy.â
And as they left, Ernest was clearly shaking with fear.
âAre you okay?â
âD-Dane⦠I-Iâm sorry⦠because of meâ¦â
âWho are they? It seems like you already knew each other.â
Ernest answered with a timid voice, âBack at home⦠they were from other Houses and bullied meâ¦â
I think I knew what it felt like. A friend from back home, huh? Of course, they didnât seem like friends.
âI thought we wouldnât run into each other because the academy is so big and there are so many departments⦠I guess my expectations were too high. Iâm sorry, Dane. Just because I said Iâd sit next to youâ¦â
âNo, it doesnât matter,â I stated blandly. âIâll go with you later.â
âGo⦠go together? Where?â
âThey said to meet up later, didnât they?â
âNo! I-I can go by myself!â
âThen what will happen?â
ââ¦â
Since there was no answer, I figured my assumption was correct.
âIf they keep looking down on you, youâll continue to suffer.â
âThatâs true, butâ¦â
âThen do as you wish. Well, Iâm fine. I can just go to the dorm and rest.â I turned my head away from Ernest and looked at the professor.
âClass is starting.â
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The Academy was both a land of adventure and an escape for Ernest. An escape from trauma.
Maybe it was a refuge.
Local noble families had frequent exchanges with other noble families from a young age.
The exchanges between the heads of the houses soon turned into ones between their children. In the process, the ranking of the children was determined by the status and reputation of their respective heads.
In Ernestâs case, the Dylan family had no particular fame outside of exploration, so he had to naturally accept a lower rank. Ernest endured severe harassment from other noble children and eventually chose to enter the academy.
But who would have thought that the other noble kids who had been bullying him would have entered school with him at the minimum age for admission?
Among them, Bronn was the worst.
âHey, whoâs that person with Ernest? Does he have any âfriendsâ other than us?â
âI donât know. He entered the academy. He might have just been lucky enough to meet someone.â
Bronn Sauer chewed his gum and glared at the back of Ernestâs head. The silver-haired boy next to him was quite annoying, but he didnât care.
âLater, teach that kid where the store is so he can buy things right away when I ask him to.â
Bronn smiled darkly. It was a great thing to have a subordinate at your beck and call at any time.
Count Sauer.
As the successor to House Sauer, which had built up quite a powerful force in the West, he could trample on the likes of Baron Dylan at any time.
âBut that Thermion girl didnât come here, right?â
âI think so. I guess sheâs taking another class.â
Bronn smacked his lips in disappointment.
Leila Thermion.
They said she was very beautiful and cool. She had already become a hot topic among not only seniors but also freshmen.
âIâll get her.â
Bronn had great ambition. He couldnât stay stuck in a remote corner of the western countryside forever. Now that he was at the academy, he was going to build up his network in the capital.
Bronn intended to claim Leila Thermion as a trophy and the pinnacle of that network.
The story of a provincial noblemanâs rise to fame.
Wasnât it plausible?
âToday is orientation, so Iâll wrap it up here. Itâs the first day of school, so I hope you all have a good time.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Since it was an orientation lesson, the class didnât last long. Bronn got up from his seat right away. He didnât have another class. He was thinking of taking that guy for a slow walk.
Yeah, the Misty Garden would be nice, right? It was always foggy there when the weather was cloudy, and on foggy days, no one went there.
Just as he thought soâ¦
âUh, Bronn?â
One of his subordinates called out to Bronn and pointed to the classroom door. Ernest was leaving. He and the silver-haired guy.
âWhat, are they running away?â Bronn chuckled.
Yes, they were playing within the palm of his hand.
It didnât matter if they escaped. Since they were all at the academy anyway, they would encounter each other again. There was no way to escape.
âLetâs go. Letâs see how far they can go.â
Was this what it felt like to chase down prey caught in a trap? Bronn left the classroom with his group and followed Ernest.
The silver-haired boy next to him was strangely annoying, but he didnât matter, anyway. Since those two were friends, they were probably of similar standing. Wouldnât it be more convenient to have one more subordinate?
âBut where are they going?â
How long did they have to chase after them like this?
The crowd of people around them gradually decreased, and before they knew it, they had headed toward the garden.
Bronn burst out laughing.
They came in so naturally.
He was planning on going there anyway.
âHey, why donât you stop now? You have nowhere to go anyway.â
The two stopped at Bronnâs shout and turned their heads to face Bronn.
Bronn snickered. Ernest was still shaking. The boy next to him looked calm, but he would soon be the same.
âHey, what are you going to do? I just want to talk.â
âWell, he doesnât seem to think so.â Dane pointed to Ernest and asked Bronn. âAre you a friend?â
âHaha. Of course, weâre friends. Very close friends. Iâve known him longer than you. Right, Ernest?â
Ernest didnât answer Bronnâs question, and Bronn wiggled his eyebrows.
âErnest, answer.â
ââ¦â
âAre you crazy?â
Dane chuckled. âLook, youâre not a friend.â
Bronn changed his target.
âWho the hell are you? Why are you meddling? Hey, do you want to get beat up?â
Dane looked at Bronn quietly and asked, âI have a question to ask.â
âWhat?â
Daneâs cold voice rang out, âWho the hell are you to interfere with my plans?â