Chapter 17 – Bane Timothy (1)

Vallaran Royal Academy.

After a short week-long vacation, the campus was busy in the morning.

No matter how regularly it was administered, a test was a test.

In particular, among the 13 exams held every year, this exam was one of the three that ‘must participate’.

The first day of the first and second semesters.

Also the last day of the second semester.

All trainees were required to participate in a total of three exams, and only those who wanted to take the others were allowed to take them.

In other words, there was a possibility that the grade could be ‘downgraded’ this time.

If you make a mistake, what you achieved last year may go to waste.

Of course, there were many worried faces, but there were also many students who were full of energy because they could achieve better results.

especially.

Those who achieved something tangible during the short vacation were especially excited.

“It’s nice to see everyone so energetic. I’m happy that there are still places to climb.”

Chief Instructor Alex said with a grin at the sight he encountered as soon as the semester began.

He had once dreamed of becoming a knight, but ever since he became an instructor, half of his own accord, he had found this vitality most welcoming.

“Isn’t that right? I wish I had a place to climb like these guys. Then I could live a little more comfortably.”

“You’re right.”

“It looks like something happened last night. You look very tired.”

“I agree.”

“…Are you listening to me?”

“I think so too.”

“…….”

Alex quietly looked at his friend sitting next to him.

Chief Instructor Russo.

One of the most outstanding knights in the academy was now repeating soulless answers with an almost haggard look on his face.

Rousseau’s eyes were fixed on one place.

Only after following along to the end did Alex understand the general situation.

“You must be Henry.”

“Yeah, you mean… um? Henry?”

“Henry Camilton. Was he so good? It even made the best instructor here lose sleep.”

“…Please lower your voice.”

“I’m almost whispering right now. Get a grip, boy. What happened?”

The moment I asked the question.

Alex didn’t miss the almost twinkling look in Russo’s eyes.

“I’m only saying this because it’s you.”

“okay.”

“No matter what you think, it will be better than that.”

“Are you saying I’m a genius beyond common sense?”

“You have a student, right? Roron or Roran?”

“It’s Lauren. You’re not going to compare her to Lauren, are you? She’s a true genius. I’m not raising her with pampering for no reason.”

Alex’s argument was reasonable.

Lauren was a genius among geniuses who entered Class B when she was only in second grade.

In the academy’s 100-year history, there were less than 100 students who distinguished themselves at the level of Lauren.

“Why not?”

But Rousseau was now even laughing.

For some reason, it was a strange laugh.

It seems happy, but it was filled with endless regret.

And it didn’t end there.

At Russo’s next words, Alex opened his mouth in bewilderment.

“Would you like to make a bet? Your student or Henry. Which one has greater talent?”

***

A corner of the exam room.

Unlike those who were very nervous and focused on the final training, Henry was broadcasting with his voice as quiet as possible.

“All trainees except for Class A must take the exam. In the case of Class A… it is not a position that can be advanced by chance.”

[Then they don’t take the exam?]

“They don’t take it. Although they are trainees at the academy, in fact, Class A is already preparing for after graduation.”

No further verification was required.

Only those who accepted that judgment could enter Class A.

From that moment on, I was able to receive all the support provided by the academy, and that support did not stop at simply supplies or a training environment.

“Meeting influential aristocrats… Of course, it would be people connected to the academy, including the dean. Or, I heard that there are cases of making contacts with families who were ‘friends’ here.”

In the end, the reality was that even if a knight had excellent skills, he had to be selected by a high-ranking noble if he had no background.

Maybe it was a situation where a war broke out, but in the current situation, they had no opportunity to make a contribution that would be recognized by the king.

[But isn’t the knight a bit different?]

[Rousseau was also fascinated haha, saying he’s a real genius and all]

“That’s… That’s right. If you really have overwhelming skills, you could choose a nobleman. And I will take over as Viscount Camilton… I guess the broadcast will have to go on a little later.”

I felt unpleasant and explicit gaze.

There had been constant gazes before, but it was simply a momentary interest in the ‘inferior student’.

But what about this one?

There was no intention to hide his presence, and his gaze willingly revealed overflowing interest.

It was also a gaze that felt quite familiar to Henry.

‘How should I receive this?’

“Oh, Henry!”

This was the beginning.

The person whose voice came from afar began to walk with great strides.

He was a trainee with platinum hair and green eyes.

Bane Timothy.

The eldest son of the prestigious Timothy Marquis and a second-year trainee at the Academy. It was also a case of being recognized for one’s own talent as a member of Class C.

“I never thought I would see you in the morning. I didn’t know you would come to take the test. Will taking it change anything?”

Bane greets you cheerfully as soon as you arrive.

It was blatant as usual, and childish as usual.

Every time this happened, Henry responded by ignoring him, but today the situation was a little different.

‘How should I get it so I can create the most interesting situation?’

The chat window was already busy going up.

It was a situation in which wizards showed great interest.

There were no people who were truly angry, but it was clear that they were very curious about how Henry would respond.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I heard that. This year is the last? I understand that you can’t give up. If you stay still, you’ll fall completely. I never thought there would be another bottom underneath.”

Great.

Bane trembled as if it was something really scary.

“Don’t worry, friend. Even though you entered school before me, we’re still friends, right? I’ll be able to find you a place to work.”

A quick glance.

I felt the trainees around me watching me cautiously.

But it wasn’t long.

This happened all the time, and the exam at hand was much more urgent to pay attention to situations like this.

“I would like to make him a knight of our family, but unfortunately, I don’t think Henry will be able to graduate… Wouldn’t another position be okay? For example, a sponsor cleaning job.”

“I’m glad you seem confident.”

“Wow, Henry is responding to what I say. How long has it been since this? Are you more confident than that? What kind of confidence are you?”

Bane’s laughter grew darker.

It was a smile as if he had found a fun toy.

Henry didn’t always respond to what he said, and ‘pranks’ without a response tend to be half the fun.

“You must be confident that you will do well on the exam.”

“Oh, of course. I’m already finished. Trainees with excellent scores on the last test will be the first to take the test.”

“What are the results?”

“Stay in Class C. It’s a given result, right?”

Bane cocked his nose.

It would had been something to be proud of if you were in class C in your second year, but since the person in front of you was Henry, you were even more confident.

“You will be the last, right, Henry?”

“okay.”

“Cheer up. Your seat will always be empty.”

Crack. Bane tapped Henry on the shoulder.

As if telling him to cheer up, his fingertips were filled with mockery.

And Henry decided that now was the time.

“It would be really embarrassing if I were to catch up with you.”

“Okay, follow… what?”

“I wonder if I would go to the academy because I would be embarrassed if I were to catch up with him. I was told that I was on the same level as Henry Camilton.”

He spoke calmly but quickly.

It wasn’t that aggressive, and it didn’t show much signs of trying to disparage the opponent.

But what was important was the content.

‘It must be embarrassing. The same goes for me.’

The situation felt as unfamiliar to Henry himself as it did to Bane.

This was practically like a frog showing its teeth to a snake.

‘But what can I do? This judgment was right.’

At first glance, Henry’s eyes were focused on Bane, but the human field of view was quite wide.

Enough to see the chat window at a glance.

[Ah, it’s so unexpected and so good haha]

[haha Driver, why is it suddenly in forward gear?]

[Isn’t this just Extra 1? You can win in a fight, right?]

Viewers responded well.

The number of people was the same, but the number of chats uploaded was twice that of the previous time.

He clearly wanted to see him defeat Bane in some way.

‘Unfortunately, we can’t suppress it.’

It was a wise choice to reveal this, and it seemed possible to elicit additional response depending on the choices that followed.

“Henry, did you eat something wrong? Or are you just too nervous?”

“I can’t believe I have to say the same thing again.”

“No, I heard it. I’m asking because I heard it. So you’re saying I’m being caught up, right? By you?”

Bane pointed his index finger at himself and then at Henry again.

Henry clicked his tongue and shook his head as if he saw a pitiful person.

“I can’t believe I finally understand that short sentence. A knight’s qualifications aren’t just about swinging a sword fiercely.”

“……It’s strange. I’m not the kind of friend who would say something like this unless he’s gone crazy. Are you resigned? Are you going to quit right now and leave?”

“It must be a difference in perspective. You see what you know.”

Bane nodded.

Only then did I accept this situation.

The situation where Henry, who had been constantly getting frustrated over the past time, revealed his teeth to Bane Timothy himself.

“This is what I know. You stimulated me, and I just need to act accordingly. Do you want to come after the exam or should I go?”

Looked like he’s excited.

Anger over the provocation was nowhere to be found.

Since ancient times, provocation only works if you were at the opponent’s level.

But Henry’s provocations were not over.

“It’s a good offer. I have some things to organize, so it would be better for me to go. Where is the place?”

“…Unfortunately, I turned around. I didn’t give up. My precious friend lost his mind.”

“Don’t get carried away. What will it be like? An official duel?”

Now Henry was almost whispering.

It had to be a small voice that couldn’t be heard properly by those around me.

Anyway, this was not a very honorable thing for Bane.

Same went for Henry.

There was nothing good about what would happen from now on being revealed to the outside world.

“Oh, that’s difficult. Henry, you have nothing to lose, but I’m different.”

“Then let’s do it informally. You can go somewhere and wait, or you can go together after my exam is over. Do whatever you want. As always, bring a few of your subordinates with you.”

“……under.”

In the end, Bane burst out laughing.

Because it was such a ridiculous situation from his perspective.

“I’ll wait behind your stall. You’d better not even think about taking it out. I’ve completely lost any intention of watching it now.”

“Anyway. I’ll see you later.”

Bane walked away.

There was still an expression of not knowing what was going on in the back of his head.

But Henry no longer cared about his feelings.

[Kyahaha is it already a NEMD match??]

[It’s a NEMD game, right? What do you get if you win this event?]

[No, the quality of the dialogue is so good haha ​​it makes me want to beat them all haha]

[You can win, right?]

‘How should I organize this?’

Rather than worrying about whether I could win, the important thing was how I could win to satisfy these viewers.

And after a while.

“Henry Camilton. Inside.”

When the examiner called, Henry entered the exam room.

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