Chapter 70 Hello, Kids (1)

“Ooh, this room is nice, isn't it? Should I call this a room, or a private house?" Even within the academy, the knights’ faculty was a core department and received a massive budget from the state.

That plentiful budget provided the students with a better environment, and the dormitories were no exception. Basically, everyone used a single room, and inside, there was a separate room for an attendant to stay, as well as a small bathroom for bathing. “This is better than my house back home.

But do I have to fetch water for this every time?"

“They say it has plumbing, so you just have to turn this faucet.”

“Huh? Where…. Ooh.

This is really amazing." Patrick was impressed by the gushing water as he turned the faucet. “What's this one on the left?"

“They say hot water comes out if you turn it.”

“What? Really?

Hot water just comes out like that?"

“That is correct.”

"But how?"

“It is said to be a water and sewage system using magic tools.”

"Ooh? Magic? As expected…… But April, how do you know that?"

“... I just know.”

She couldn't say, 'Because I heard the exact same explanation a little while ago when we were assigned our dorm room.' She had anticipated that Patrick, who had made a habit of letting troublesome explanations go in one ear and out the other, would not listen properly. That was why she had listened with more focus.

“It's not just the water. That lamp on the ceiling, that's magic too, and perhaps this room also has warm heating?”

“It is magic.”

“Kuhuhu.

They've decked out the dorms with those expensive magic tools. This is why money is a good thing." Impressed by the power of money and the convenience of magic, Patrick examined the dorm's facilities in every nook and cranny.

While Patrick was marveling at the advanced wonders of the capital, April began to unpack the luggage she and Patrick had brought and tidy up the place. And once she was done organizing the luggage………

“Young master.

You must go to receive your uniform."

"Huh? Uniform?"

“Yes. You need to wear it to class tomorrow.”

“Ahhh.... Right, I see.”

He understood.

But right now, I don't want to get out of this bed. Such was the feeling clearly displayed on Patrick's face. Right now, Patrick was completely captivated by the sensation of the soft mattress, which he was sure was definitely more expensive than the bed in his own home.

“It's a bother, can't you go and get it for me?"

“You cannot.”

"Oh?"

“You must go, try it on, and check if the size is right, young master.”

“Ah, right.

You have to try on clothes." April's words made sense.

“Can't be helped. Shall I get up? Where do we have to go to get the uniform?”

“The administration department said to go to the supplies office.”

“Let's go. Let's get it done quickly and eat. I'm curious about the food here too.”

Patrick went to the supplies office and received his uniform. An academy staff member measured Patrick's size and then said.

"How many sets do you need?"

“Do you give as many as one wants?"

“Of course. We have plenty in stock.”

"Heeey…. Then a hundred…."

“For your information, you have to pay.”

“... Two sets.”

Hearing Patrick's dispirited voice, April said.

“You need to have three sets.”

“Hey, why buy three sets of the same clothes?"

“Even if you wash and wear them in rotation, you need to have one as a spare. So it is necessary.”

“Alright. Then buy them.”

One might say the young noble master was being cheap over just one set of clothes, but what could be done? The habit of saving money was ingrained in his body since his past life. On the way back after receiving the clothes.

Patrick discovered something, and his eyes twinkled.

“Huh…. Look at that?”

“What is it, young master."

“I'm feeling once again that places where people live are all the same.”

"?"

Humans are social animals. It means they cannot live without forming groups.

However.

If you ask whether everyone who forms a group and becomes a member of that group can live happily and well, that's a different story. Forming a group means determining superiority and inferiority within that group and clarifying the hierarchical relationship.

Why?

I don't know. They just do. That's just how humans are made.

Whether it's the martial world or the Pangemonia Continent. “Has this bastard lost his mind?"

"Ugh...."

A mercilessly thrown fist sends his face turning. It was a clean punch, but as if that wasn't enough to vent his anger, he grabbed him by the collar and continued to throw punches.

“I'm in a shitty mood, and you're smiling? You dare to smile?”

"I wasn't... Keuk...."

“If I say you smiled, you smiled.

You bastard!

You should just take the beating, who are you to talk back?" The one carrying out the one-sided violence was Roist, who had faced Patrick in today's duel. He was currently one-sidedly assaulting another student behind the deserted dormitory.

And behind him were several other students, similarly dressed in the knights' faculty uniform. As is usually the case, the student being bullied was alone. To anyone, it was a scene of many ganging up on one person.

“Roist, won't it get troublesome if you hit him more?" "So what?" "No, it's just...." "Shut up and watch! I'm in a shitty mood today, so I'm going to take it out on this bastard.”

Faced with Roist's menacing glare, the others watching from behind him simply shrugged their shoulders and stepped back. In the first place, they also knew why Roist was so on edge. 'Because he was completely owned by a newcomer.'

'He even dropped his sword.' 'It's gotta be embarrassing.' So, to avoid his misplaced anger, it was better for them to just take a step back.

Making an enemy of Roist in this knights' faculty is by no means a wise thing to do. It would go beyond just messing up their academy life; it would create a serious obstacle for their future as well.

But then…

"Double!"

Huh? What's this?

Hearing the sudden voice, they turned their heads to see a figure running towards them from somewhere at full speed. Before they could even see who it was….

"Flying kick!"

“Ugh?”

"Whaaa!"

There was no time for the flustered group to intervene. Patrick's right leg, which had soared spectacularly, stretched out and struck Roist right in the face.

Thwack! “Gack!"

Hit by the sudden surprise attack, Roist was sent flying backward and collapsed. And Patrick, after landing lightly, said with a bright smile.

"Hello, kids."

““ "" “Nice to meet you. I'm Patrick Schneider.” What is it?

This crazy bastard? Everyone, except for April who was pressing her forehead and sighing, was thinking the same thing.

Just a few minutes ago.

“Are you going to help?”

"Huh? Me?"

To Patrick, who was pointing at himself with a 'Are you talking about me right now?' expression, April calmly nodded and said.

“Yes. Because if you step in, young master, you can save him.”

“Yeah. Well, that's true. It is, but.”

Patrick shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Why should I?"

Patrick, on his conscience…… Though it was unknown whether this bastard had such a thing, he placed a hand on his chest where it was presumed to be and thought. 'Am I a good person?

Am I the owner of a perverted tendency who feels pleasure in intervening there, protecting the weak, and crushing the strong?' Though I don't think that's being a pervert... Anyway, after contemplating on his own, Patrick came to a conclusion.

'Nah, that's not it.' He was called a Grandmaster in his past life, but that was just a nickname he got from going around beating up guys from the unorthodox alliance for his Master's sake. Of course, as a result, he saved quite a few people and received their thanks, but…….

'It's a meaningless act.' Their gratitude never touched Patrick's heart. When strangers, weeping and snot-nosed, said 'Thank you, Grandmaster.'

'We have received the grace of life-saving.’ ‘We will never forget this grace for the rest of our lives,' Patrick was just indifferent. 'Material sincerity is better than words of thanks,' he had thought.

People's hearts were things that could change at any time, in any way. He had seen countless people who, even after being saved from drowning, resented him for not saving their bundles. In his past life, Patrick's heart couldn't feel proud at every instance of gratitude from complete strangers.

For that, his heart had been too worn down by the storms of the world. The only reason he saved people and wielded his sword for the greater good was………

[Well done. I'm proud of you.]

It was for those words. The words his Master would say after he saved people. To hear those words, Patrick saved people more fervently than anyone else and stood on the front lines in the war against the unorthodox alliance.

'But my Master isn't here, is he?' 'And that bastard isn't one of my people.'

'Thus, three-step argument complete. Therefore, I have no need to help.' That is not a three-step argument.

Anyway, having reached his conclusion, Patrick smirked and said. "He'll manage on his own. Looking at his uniform, he seems to be from the knights' faculty too.

Doesn't he need to grow up strong?" “If that is what you think, young master, then I understand.” April said so and turned her back, following Patrick.

After taking two or three steps.

"Ah!"

“What is it?” "No, it's just that.” "..." "I suddenly felt like doing a double flying kick.”

“... Suddenly?" “Yeah.

Don't you have those moments in life? A moment when you suddenly feel like doing a double flying kick.”

"......?"

“Aigoo... can't be helped. If you hold it in, you'll get sick.

You will.” “Young...."

And before April could finish her words, Patrick ran back the way he came. And, just as he said, he landed a spectacular double flying kick on Roist's face. “So that's…. the reason I sent his face flying.

Everyone understands, right?" At Patrick's kind explanation, the first-year students of the knights' faculty wore dumbfounded expressions.

“Does that.... even make sense?"

“Huh?

It does, right?

Why not?"

“Haven't you guys ever felt that? In life, don't you often get those moments where you suddenly want to do a double flying kick?"

“Who does? Who?"

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is why kids who haven't lived enough are..." Patrick clicked his tongue, treating the others like greenhorns who hadn't lived enough.

And then..

“This……. this bastard dares?" Roist, who had been kicked by Patrick and had briefly lost consciousness, came to his senses. And he said, grinding his teeth at Patrick.

“You bastard, you think you'll get away with this?"

"Yeah. I think I'll be fine."

“If I set my mind to it, someone like you....”

“Someone like me?”

"Go on."

“It's obvious what kids like you would say in this situation. Go on, say it.”

“" “I said, go ahead?” Patrick said with a grin. But the moment Roist met that smile, he felt the blood in his entire body run cold.

‘This……. this guy….? Normally, he would have used his family's prestige to crush the spirit of that country bumpkin from the eastern boondocks and make him kneel. But he couldn't. That expression on Patrick's face as he looked at him.

His lips held a smile, but his eyes were looking at him as if he were an insect. As if to say, A thing like you dares to oppose me? In that gaze which conveyed those words, there was neither arrogance nor conceit. There was only overwhelming confidence and conviction.

‘Schneider…… Schneider……

I've never heard of that family.’ He had heard his full name and origin during the duel. A country bumpkin who came up from a rural fief in the East, a place that could be called the most remote backwater in the kingdom.

But what was that country bumpkin trusting in to have such a confident expression? 'Does he have something to back him up? To the point that it's not inferior to my family?’

If so, he couldn't act rashly. Roist ground his teeth, looked at Patrick, and then said.

“Today.... I'll let it slide for now.”

"Why?"

It would be a problem if he asked that.

“Let's go."

Watching Roist and his lackeys turn their backs to leave, Patrick shouted loudly from behind. “Hey, why are you letting it slide today?

Why?

You should tell me, shouldn't you?

Huh?"

There was no answer. Instead, Roist's pace just became much faster.

"Ah! Is it the bathroom? Diarrhea? Then run quickly."

“Keuk...."

“Is this a time for walking?

Run!

Clench your anus and run!"

"Shut up, you bastard!"

“Run!

You must run. Run with the dignity of your life on the line!"

“Aaaaaaaargh!”

Roist covered both his ears, screamed, and really started to run. He was filled with the desperation of not wanting to be in the same space as that crazy bastard any longer.

“Right.

That's how you run." Patrick watched Roist's retreating back with a proud expression.

Just then...

"Thank you for saving me."

"Huh?"

The person who had been getting beaten to a pulp by Roist cautiously spoke to Patrick.