The Only Asian in the Academy - Chapter 40



40 – #040 How to Walk (1)

“That filthy bastard!!”

After wiping the saliva from Amy’s face and sword with the wet towel handed to Amy, Mileon threw the towel at the wall and got nervous.

Then, he trampled on the wet towel that had fallen on the floor several times, trying to shake off his anger even a little, but this wasn’t enough to shake off the anger burning in Mileon’s chest.

“… Calm down, Your Highness. Trampling on the wet towel won’t solve anything.”

“…… Yes, you are right. Because it was a plan with a lot of sloppy parts in the first place.”

However, it was inevitable that Milleon’s plan in the first place was an impromptu plan that started from a simple idea, not a meticulous plan.

However, I proceeded thinking that my opponent would become a foolish barbarian somehow, but as you can see, the result was a miserable failure and only shame.

‘Where did it go wrong….’

Mileon first conceived of the plan when he heard rumors that John Doe had done well in his entrance exam.

If an Asian who is despised as a savage in the East and is an object of hatred is thrown into a class full of Easterners, there will be a big trouble.

If you have low skills, you may not know, but if you have excellent skills, the backlash will be that much, so even the 4 nobles will not be able to handle it easily.

If he excludes Asians whom no one has been able to handle while the conflict is getting worse day by day, won’t the number of supporters following him increase?

It was a plan that started with such a light idea, and it was a plan that had a greater chance of failure than success because it did not consider various variables at all.

However, even if he failed, there was absolutely no harm to him.

I thought it was at least one Asian leaving the academy or committing suicide because he couldn’t stand the bullying.

So, Milleon asked a professor close to him to change Jondo, who should have been in the class of an imperial aristocrat, to a class of bravery like Louise.

I didn’t expect much. It was a light idea to just stop if it didn’t work, so I didn’t pay attention to the Valor class, so it was late at night when I heard the news.

Two daughters from four major noble families and nearly a hundred noble students were beaten by an Asian.

Of course, I couldn’t confirm the truth because I didn’t witness it myself, and everyone involved was ordered to keep quiet, but even if I was only half right, it was an unprecedented case in the history of the academy.

Things went so well that I wondered if it was a trap, but there was no room for doubt.

In the first place, the plan itself was improvised, and the possibility of someone trapping Milleon by doing such a cumbersome thing was infinitely close to zero.

“I never thought I would have discovered that there was a magic tool. Was my acting that bad?”

“Rather than your highness’s acting problem, it’s probably because of his good eyesight. When I saw it from the first floor, I seemed to have noticed my identity to some extent.”

“I see… You made fun of me for being a savage.”

“But what are you going to do next? I’m going to be more wary of this side with this incident, so I don’t think this kind of trick will work.”

At Raon’s words, Milleon thought for a moment before opening his mouth.

“Leave it alone for now. If you do, you will be hated on your own, so there will be a lot of students who stick to your side when you kick them out.”

The original purpose of this plan is to exorcise John Doe and gain the trust of those who hate Grill.

Compared to other princes, Milleon, who had a weak base of support, had no way to ascend the throne unless he somehow made connections here.

“And when the time comes, I will challenge him to a duel. If I were to be expelled, he would accept it as well. Can I ask for it then?”

“Yes!! Leave it to us!! Previously, he was caught off guard by his cowardly move, but if we get involved again, I’m confident he won’t lose!!”

“You are reliable. I’m looking forward to it.”

Looking at Raon with a dignified expression, Milleon seemed to be able to see the way to the throne.

Then, naturally, the faces of the barriers blocking the way, Milleon’s older brothers, and those idiots who were crazy about a woman and didn’t take care of their affairs came to mind.

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‘I can never hand over the throne to them.’

Resolving to ascend the throne for the sake of his mother, who was despised for being a lowly citizen all her life, Mileon thought about the future.

*****

[Mileon Arthur]

[He is one of the descendants of the hero mentioned earlier. Unlike his brothers, who have a solid support base, his mother was a handmaid, so he is far from the throne.

He is an ambitious person who wants to obtain the throne even for the sake of his neglected mother… He was teased in the community as a sloppy idiot because his ability was not up to par.

Depending on the route, he can be a reliable helper, but if he takes the wrong route, he will be offered as a sacrifice for trying to borrow the hands of demon worshipers.

I wish I could have you as a ally, but it’s difficult to manage the root, so just kill it and put it in your inventory. He cannot be sacrificed unless he has a body.

During raid events, guards will be lax, so first of all, the maid and the… Kill the something, kill the prince, and keep the body in your inventory.

And when the leveling is adequate, he just needs to resurrect the demon lord with his corpse, defeat it, and gain experience and materials. Since the mother is from the east, it may be a bit nasty, but bear in mind.]

[Strategy, Descendants of the Warrior and Root Management-1p]

*****

It was late at the border between dawn and morning when I returned home after eating with Vivian.

At first, the nobleman, who said he only ate rice, suddenly started ordering a bottle or two of alcohol, and later blew the bottle and drank constantly.

At first, he didn’t pay much attention to drunkenness since he could be blown away by the power of mana or spirits.

In the end, it was up to me to accompany the drunken Vivian to the professor’s office.

‘It smells….’

Because I had to carry the drunken Vivian on my back for a long distance, the uniform smelled of alcohol and body odor mixed with each other.

It didn’t matter if I went to the academy as it was, since I didn’t particularly care about the people around me, but I had no intention of spending the day with this smell.

When I opened the door to change into my uniform, I was greeted by a clean, dust-free room.

Yesterday, I wanted someone else to clean it up, so I threw out the trash, but the trash was dumped in a needlessly luxurious trash can made of crystal.

I’m quite used to the strange phenomenon of someone cleaning my room now.

To be honest, I don’t really care about the increase in furniture like that trash can anymore.

Upon entering, I found a letter lying near the trash can and turned on the light to read it.

This lamp was also placed in a dark place, fearing that it might hit a wall.

[You can’t throw garbage anywhere. Now throw it in this trash can.]

‘Is this nagging?’

My father never bothered to nag me about training, but he never nagged me in everyday life.

Maybe that’s why the nagging that occurs in everyday situations like this felt strange to me.

I’ve heard that mothers always nag like this. How would you feel if your mother nags you?

What kind of person was my mother? She was a person who married my father and even gave birth to a child, so it must not be normal, but she was still curious about what kind of person she was.

Anyway, following the letter’s words, I threw the letter into the trash, changed into my uniform, and headed to the academy without even having time to close my eyes.

The sun has already risen. It was a little early, but it was about the right time to walk without riding the black dog.

I couldn’t sleep at all today, but it doesn’t matter because I can sleep in class anyway.

It’s been a few days since I took the class, but I’ve never felt like I was having fun or learning anything.

Of course, I didn’t mean that professors were incompetent. They were excellent educators, but the problem was that I was not attuned to what they taught.

For example, Professor Peter’s lecture was definitely useful for beginners in dungeons, but it wasn’t very helpful to me who had completed numerous dungeons.

As these classes continued, the amount of time I fell asleep increased, but no one protested.

The students didn’t wake me up because they avoided getting involved with me in the first place, and the professors didn’t bother waking me up because they assumed my skills to some extent by sharing the body of the black dog.

‘Besides, today is Vivian’s first class.’

Once a month, Vivian and Marianne have classes, and today was the day for our bravery class.

Upon arriving at the academy, I ran into Vivian, who was walking around the campus by chance or not, but she was walking around without any problems after drinking so much last night.

“Professor, did you go in well?”

“Oh, yes. Did you get in too?”

“Yes, what… As you can see.”

Is it because I couldn’t sleep because of her yesterday? Seeing Vivian carelessly strolling through the campus, his eyebrows furrowed.

“By the way, what are we learning in class today?”

“If you let me know in advance… Oh, does it matter? Nothing great It’s just basic.”

“Basic?”

“Yes, I will learn to walk.”

… What is this human saying now?