Chapter 108

Chapter 108

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Chapter 108

“Senior!”

“Could I speak with you for a moment, senior?!”

“Senior Karl!”

“Tell us about how you found the Sacred Relic of the Radiant Church!”

“Senior Karl Adelheit!”

Stop. Please stop. Everyone, please stop calling me.

There’s only one Karl Adelheit. I can’t clone myself!

I remember what Selena told me.

She said to be nice to the freshmen. Of course, I was going to do that.

These are the first underclassmen I’m meeting since I enrolled in the academy, took a leave of absence, and then re-enrolled.

Of course, technically the current third-years are my juniors too, but... how should I put it? It feels a bit strange.

They’re my juniors, but they’re in a higher grade than me. It’s a bit weird.

Anyway, for that reason, I was trying to keep a low profile at the freshmen orientation.

I had a feeling it was going to be quite tiring, but I was trying to accept it happily.

“Senior!! I’ve really, really wanted to meet you!”

“They say you’re the benefactor of the Church. I want to see that blessed greatsword!”

“What’s the medal from the elves like?! Is it better than the Empire’s medal?!”

“....”

I’m happy. I’m happy, but I’m overwhelmed.

It’s supposed to be a freshmen orientation, but it’s actually a Karl Adelheit exposition.

Or maybe it’s an autograph session.

I thought if I talked to a couple of them, they would disperse, but now I see a very long line of freshmen with sparkling eyes.

This is awkward for everyone. The second-years here are here to welcome the freshmen, not to watch me get all the attention.

And these guys, they may be interested in me now, but for their future academy life, it would be beneficial for them to build good relationships with other second-years.

So, I need to pass these guys on to the second-years who are just watching, but I can’t figure out when to do it!

‘At times like this, the second-years should do something....’

Normally, someone would step up.

The problem is, I’m technically a senior to the current second-years.

On top of that, I’m the younger brother of the soon-to-be crown princess, and more importantly, a madman who’s swept all the medals, so they were also keeping an eye on me.

That’s why I took advantage of a brief moment when Lefia was away and went to get her.

It’s my duty as a second-year senior to stop a confession attack from a fellow second-year.

What if he, who isn’t even from the Empire, gets rejected and does something rash out of shock?

So, I sent the Lasker second-year exchange student back to his seat and rescued Lefia.

“You said you’re already set with Selena. So, what about those two?”

“What about them?”

“Come on, don’t play dumb. We’re not blind. I saw something strange between you guys last time.”

“....”

“Ooh, no answer and silence? There’s definitely something going on, huh?”

“It’s not that. I brought my greatsword here too. I’m seriously considering giving you a painful slash.”

Shulifen immediately raised his hands in surrender, saying ‘I give up.’ But the funny thing is, even while surrendering, he keeps talking.

“No need to be embarrassed, Karl. If you were just a regular noble, it would be one thing, but as a hereditary noble, having multiple wives wouldn’t be a problem.”

“I’ve never worried about that or been embarrassed about it.”

“Really? Well, take it as advice. It seems like it might be useful later!”

Wilhelm, Alexander, and Joachim, who were sitting next to Shulifen, chuckled at his words.

Seeing them like that, I momentarily considered provoking them with a question like, ‘So, do you all have girlfriends?’ But I managed to hold back with superhuman patience.

Yes, I’ll be understanding. As a recipient of the Medal of Honor, wouldn’t it be beautiful to endure this once for the sake of these poor, ignorant souls?

There’s a more important matter at hand. Who dared to offend the Elves’s Extermination Unit Commander and the Imperial Sharpshooter?

What did they say or do to make those two still sipping their drinks with such stiff faces?!

* * *

Sometimes, having transcendent sight and senses feels more like a curse than a gift.

Eloise, having just witnessed the scene before her, bit her lip in frustration.

‘That Human.’

She promised she had no intention of approaching Karl. She clearly promised that.

But what’s this? They aren’t even close, she said she had no intention of approaching him. But as soon as Karl went over, they started talking so naturally?

I don’t know exactly what’s going on. But, seeing the subtle tension between them, I know exactly what it is. It’s that—that thing. The scene that would only appear in those imperial romance novels I’ve read sometime ago.

The male lead’s appearance, saving the female lead who’s in a difficult situation!

‘Should I just assassinate her?’

It’s not difficult at all. It’s just getting rid of someone, something I’ve always done, and I can clean up afterward. I can make it look like Luzernes did it, or I can pin it on Lasker.

The problem is, no matter how I do it, I can’t completely erase the Empire’s responsibility.

Moreover, if something like that happens where Karl is, it could negatively affect his reputation.

After much deliberation, Eloise had to come to a conclusion.

‘Endure it. For now, endure it, Eloise. If you do something foolish, Karl will surely nag you endlessly.’

As she muttered to herself and sipped her drink, she saw Lavrenti’s expression sitting across from her and let out an ‘Ah.’

“...”

Roughly reading Lavrenti’s eyes as she looked at Lefia, the desire to ‘snipe her down’ seemed to be bubbling up.

To think we had similar styles.

Eloise felt a strange sense of kinship for some reason.

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