Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius

Agnes – 5

It didn’t take that long to get to the city Affin spoke of.

Except for the group of goblins who ran in fear at first, there were no monsters attacking the group above.

Seeing that, Affin trembled, saying that monsters don’t usually appear near this mountain, but this time it’s a bit unusual.

As I got out of the wagon, I focused on keeping my momentum going. It’s because sometimes I felt people that stood out.

It was my job to get them out. Now that the moth-eaten body was freed from the goblins, there was no need to fight anymore.

‘Sometimes my hands get dirty.’

If you use a fist, even if you use an auror, it bleeds more easily than a sword. And I can’t even change clothes in this mountain.

This means that the clothes should not be dirty as much as possible.

When Affin said that there were no monsters nearby, he almost hit him with a chestnut. This is because there were quite a lot of monsters caught in the mood.

There were a lot of not-so-good guys, but there were also some pretty annoying ones. Even the swordsmen at the top of Affin who stood in the line between the lower and middle classes could not easily deal with them.

He sent out his momentum so as not to affect his companions.

“Are you okay?”

Agnes looked at me with worried eyes. Unlike the others, Agnes knows I’m on the move.

Since she’s almost reached the advanced level, she probably won’t be able to tell.

“I’ve arrived, no problem.”

He shook his head and answered. After reaching the highest level, I was able to handle this much. To the extent that it feels a little cumbersome.

“by the way….”

I rolled my eyes around. The sight of an unfamiliar city caught my eye. The most awkward thing above all is the view of the sea over the city.

It was the first sea I saw after crossing this way. Perhaps Agnes’ words that it is facing the sea are not wrong, the horizon is clearly visible even though we are at the entrance of the city.

Agnes, as if possessed by something, marched towards the beach. Seeing her suddenly moving away from the party, Affin shouted in embarrassment.

“Uh, where are you going?!”

Agnes did not respond to Affin’s cry. Her steps were steadfastly heading towards the beach.

Seeing this, Affin asked me gently.

“Did something happen?”

“He said this is his hometown. He said he lived with his parents.”

“ah….”

Affin sighed and asked no more questions.

Although I only let them know that I was living with my parents on purpose and that it was my hometown, Affin seemed to understand Agnes’ situation roughly.

Even if you didn’t know that she was a survivor of the Bavarian family, you would have noticed that she had a story that couldn’t be told in detail.

So I guess that’s why I keep my mouth shut and don’t ask.

I apologized to Affin for a moment and then approached Agnes.

She was standing blankly in front of the cliff leading to the beach.

I asked her like that.

“Is this your hometown, Agnes?”

She nodded at my question and looked around the city. Eventually, as his gaze stayed on the beach, Agnes muttered a little.

“…nothing has changed at all.”

It was such a small voice that I wouldn’t have heard it if I hadn’t listened.

She may have said something small, but there seems to be a more fundamental reason than that. The mournful voice proved this.

Agnes stared blankly at the beach, forgetting that I was nearby. The setting sun is engraved in her eyes.

I tapped her shoulder.

Then Agnes took a step back in surprise. I opened my mouth as I watched the sunlight fade in her eyes.

“Let’s join. Affin is waiting for us.”

At that, Agnes turned his head to look behind him.

“Now we have to go!”

Affin waved her hand and shouted out loud. A loud voice seems to hit my ear. How did Agnes ignore that voice?

Seeing Affin like that, Agnes turned her head toward me.

and asked.

“Later, before returning to the academy again.”

“Before returning?”

“Can you come to the beach with me?”

Agnes’ eyes are hot. I feel like something will happen if I don’t do that.

“…i get it.”

I inadvertently accepted her offer.

**

The first thing I did when I arrived in the city was to find a place to stay.

Agnes, I used to live in this city, but I had never lived here, so I had to rely solely on her guidance.

Fortunately, an acquaintance of Agnes runs an inn.

“Are you really okay?”

Agnes asked me out of concern. It was a question posed right in front of the inn.

I looked forward. An inn run by an acquaintance of Agnes had been built.

An ordinary-sized building that you would see in any fantasy novel. Deron’s body is different from the dormitories the nobles had always lived in.

Agnes must be worried about that.

“Even if it’s good by my standards, it’s nothing compared to the Academy or the Duke’s bedroom of Philasia. It may be dusty, and it will smell.”

“If there is dust, I’ll just clean it up, and I’ll take care of the smell, so it doesn’t matter.”

“It can be more uncomfortable than you think.”

Agnes’ words continued. She seemed to believe that I would not be able to stand living in this inn.

Considering the personality of the former Deron, it’s not that strange. No, it would be natural to think that way.

But I am Deron, but I am not Deron.

Although life as an aristocrat has become more comfortable, it makes living in a ryokan uncomfortable and has no intention of going anywhere else.

I asked Agnes.

“If I were to stay somewhere else, could you be sure that it was better than the Academy’s quarters?”

“It’s not, but…”

“If not to that extent, it’s all about the same level to me.”

It is impossible to say that I lived in a better place than this place before I lived as Deron, so I decided to speak just like Deron.

That would be more convincing.

“…All right.”

As expected, Agnes took a deep breath and agreed to my words.

“Then go in now.”

As I said that, I grabbed the doorknob. It was a car I had been curious about for a while before the loud shouts coming through the doorknob.

squeaky.

As I opened the door, a loud voice reminiscent of the cheers of a winter castle caught my ears. At the same time, everyone’s eyes turn to me.

“nobility?”

“You’re a noble.”

a small murmur. Not a very nice look. Apparently, the people in this tavern didn’t like the nobility very much.

Well, where is the commoner who likes aristocrats?

“It’s still here.”

Agnes, who followed, looked around the tavern and murmured. The eyes of the men who had been drinking turned to her.

It’s a look that catches people’s attention, but I don’t like the look.

I lifted my coat slightly and covered her. It was because I decided that it was not good to go out.

“miss?”

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Just when I was covering her, a hoarse voice came out. Agnes’s head turned toward the sound.

“mister!”

Agnes smiles brightly and calls someone. He was one of the people he talked about while giving alcohol to men a while ago.

Even if you look at it a little, it looks like forty to fifty years old. The belly did not come out, but the beard was not maintained and the hair was scattered.

Besides, the smell of alcohol was wafting out of his mouth. Even pretending to look like a drunkard.

I endured my frown and looked at the man called Uncle.

When I looked at it properly, the wind wasn’t too bad. I guess it was the thin flesh on the palms or the scars on his face, but he seemed to have touched the sword quite a bit.

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Judging by the momentum of the mana that slowly rises, it has reached at least an intermediate level.

“It’s been a long time, miss.”

“That’s right. It’s been 5 years already.”

“Five years ago, the young lady was just like a young wild boar running wild with a sword…”

The man’s eyes turned to Agnes’ hand and sword.

After looking at her for a moment, the man said with an expressionless expression.

“You are now a full-time prosecutor.”

“It’s still a long way off.”

“He also became humble. It seems that he learned a lot along the way.”

“I learned a lot and gained a lot.”

Saying that, Agnes looked at Jeolyeong and me alternately. Jeolyoung did a lot for her, though.

After checking Agnes’ gaze like that, the man smiled.

“You seem to have a lot of stories to tell. About the party next to you.”

“Three full nights will not be enough.”

“Then you’ll need a place to stay for those three days. No, how about a week if you have enough.”

“A week is enough.”

“All right.”

The man motioned for him to follow him. Realizing that Agnes had been looking for a room for a week, I followed the man.

It was a moment when the gaze of the tavern customers, who had been a little blatantly hostile so far, became gentle.