Chapter 256

Recently, the Royal Academy of Ethyl has been noisy in many ways.

As if to prove that the gathering of traitors that had only been rumored to be true, the fact that some students disappeared unknowingly contributed to the atmosphere, but the main reason was all kinds of rumors about the person who single-handedly defeated the traitor Enbelde. it was because

It may be a scene that makes the people who can be called the elite of the kingdom feel humane even though the appearance is a little unexpected to outsiders. No matter how many people who fit the purpose of the academy to nurture talents to lead the future gathered, most of them were not yet 20 years old, so it was a spectacle that made you think that your ears might be fluttering about a provocative issue.

However, the reason why students were swayed by rumors was a little different from the usual reason. They had far more detailed information than was widely available, including who the guillotine in Levien was, how old he was, and what he was doing lately.

If Eldmia had seen it in person, she would have suspected that Zicmel had taken and sold her information, but in the end, it was a result of the fact that the agents of the royal intelligence department were also human beings, someone’s parents, and sad beings who were bound to be infinitely weak to their children. Of course, they didn’t leak anything that could be classified as confidential because they were well-informed, but...

there were more non-confidential information than confidential information about Eldmia. And that was a pity for Cheryl Tsushin Ogatorp too.

It didn’t take long for the students to figure out where he was from, who he had come to the capital with, and where he had been since.

“Um, Miss Ogatorff? If it’s okay, could you spare some time? I’d like to talk to you about a person named Eldmia.”

“Sheryl? I heard that Eldmia is over two meters tall and carries a greatsword the size of her height, is that true?”

“Ogatorp! Could I possibly have a sparring with Sir Eldmia?!”

Thanks to this, Cheryl’s academy life, which was originally supposed to be peaceful until winter vacation, was driven into a situation no different from a battlefield every day.

At least, the big man who had just rushed in with the anticipation of fighting was enough to be looked upon as cute. Most of those who had recently approached her and tried to make connections somehow had a thirst for gossip or had a dark desire to catch Eldmia, who had now left the Ogatorf family, in some form.

In the first place, knowing that the ability is sufficient through rumors, is there no interest in why a person with such ability dared to escape Ogatorp? It’s not even rumored that his father treats people badly, so how are they going to catch someone who even Ogatorf couldn’t capture? beauty world? I don’t...

Sheryl focused on the big man, unconsciously holding on to her thoughts. Contrary to his naive impression, burning with a passion for learning, the man was an outstanding figure, ranking third in his grade in swordsmanship.

Rumors about Eldmia wielding a greatsword the size of her body were actually caused by someone seeing this man and misunderstanding it. The problem was that because he was the owner of such a large body, he swallowed up his naive impression. Others were intimidated by the mere presence of him, but Cheryl faced him calmly, as always.

Because he was first in the swordsmanship skill class.

“Don’t talk nonsense, beat me first.”

However, since he is a person a million times better than those who are not even his competitors who only approach to talk about things that cannot be said, when he gives a special answer, the man stutters and twists his body disgustingly. Thanks to this, Cheryl had to feel a strong displeasure before realizing what she thought of the female classmates who harbored dark feelings.

“Ah, no. But I have to learn from various people...”

Rumor has it that he is as good as himself in terms of swordsmanship, and this isn’t exactly a false statement. How could the eldest son of the Belund family be so different when he used a sword and when he didn’t? Still, there was nothing wrong with the claim itself, so Cheryl shook her head and replied.

“I learned from Eldmia.”

“Haa... this guy and that guy, why do you think I’d lie about that?”

“I’m not saying you’re going to lie, I just can’t believe it. Who would believe that not only is she a commoner, but her friend Eldmia’s swordsmanship is superior to the secret weapon of the Ogatorf family in just two years since coming to the capital? uh?”

Shall I hit

I thought it would have been better if I had just pretended to be surprised and started hitting him, but it was already a belated regret. Cheryl didn’t want to delay her steps any longer, so she passed the man and answered.

“It’s not two years. Eldmia has been wielding a sword since she was eight years old.”

“Ah, what does that mean? If you put it that way, I also swung a sword when I was 10 years old.”

And I’m losing to you who’ve been wielding a sword since I was 11 years old.

Greewills, second in swordsmanship skills, kept pace with Cheryl, hiding her displeasure and last words under a thin smile. Even though the attention of the people around them was drawn and Cheryl’s discomfort index increased just by matching their steps, Griffith didn’t care at all and continued.

“You don’t know, but I know how futile it is to grip the sword quickly. An 8-year-old?

“There are things we both don’t know, just as I don’t know and you know.”

“...a child who understands and wields a sword from the age of 8?”

“It’s worth being second. You’re smarter than Kalitz.”

It was a statement that could be taken as both true and obvious provocation, but Cheryl didn’t care. It was because he wasn’t so dull that he didn’t know that underneath Griffith’s smiling face was the hostility towards him.

She had no intention of returning a favor for animosity, a fact Griffith well knew.

“Hmm, it would be nice if you knew a lot like a number one. Then could you tell me where you are going in such a hurry to a lacking second place?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“I’ll know if I follow you anyway, so can’t I just tell you? Isn’t it good to be good to each other?”

Will I hit you too?

A strong urge was felt, but Cheryl held it in for now. Griffith may have lacked swordsmanship, but he was good at playing around with word of mouth. Cheryl, who was walking around in a cold state in such a state of attention right now, hitting Griffith, many of the girls would turn it into an undesirable fight.

“I’m going to see the newly appointed magic professor.”

“Legneva, who was a court wizard? You don’t learn magic.”

Cheryl didn’t answer. It was a fact that no one knew yet that Eldmia would form a priestly relationship with Legneva. She gave up listening to the answer to ask if Eldmia would also attend the academy, and hurried as fast as she could, leaving behind Griffith, who had stopped.