Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death

The uneasiness did not subside. It was an unusual body fever.

Arien placed a new wet towel on John’s fiery forehead. Thirdly. She genuinely cared about him, and was even prepared to leave the room and seek help from others if things didn’t get any better.

Her resolve gradually hardened and she was about to take action when she heard a knocking sound. Eventually, Arien almost fainted.

Just like that, the door was left open.

It seemed that the door had not been locked when John came in. Unlike her head, her body was immobile.

‘Ugh! I have to hide!’

Then she said, ‘Should I throw myself out the window?’ When I had the same absurd thought, a man entered the room and said.

“Are you Arien?”

Arien looked up at the man who called her name. The door you enter is so large that it looks rather dainty.

The giant looked towards the bed where John was lying and smacked him with his foot.

“hey. If the teacher came around like this, even pretending to know… Aang? What is this child?”

Rolling John on his feet, he was surprised to see John’s frontal figure revealed. His clothes were intact, but his face was marked with scratches and faint bruises.

Bastia clicked her tongue and said.

“This bastard… Where do you get hit and run around… .”

Bastia scratched her head while looking at the motionless owner of the ark. Then he made a soft expression towards Arien.

It was a smile he had never shown to any of the “male students” at the academy.

“I heard the rough situation from the guy over there. Are you Arien? My name is Olenu Bastia.”

“ah… , yes… .”

Arien, who reflexively nodded, stopped moving. It is not a strange name.

“Olenu Bastia means… Could it be that Bastia, the Gladiator of Spring?”

“yes. I have a nickname like that.”

Bastia hurriedly supported Arien, whose legs were weak. To reassure her, Bastia had to explain the situation for a long time.

Bastia’s attitude toward herself, a runaway slave, was similar to that of John, who protected her. It was somewhat comical for a large man to talk about the circumstances as if he was a little embarrassed and excused himself.

‘This is the guardian John spoke of… .’

When he heard that he was going to send himself out, he had a somewhat resentful heart toward John. But I could understand one thing. At least that John wasn’t trying to hand himself over to ‘anybody’.

“Like my nickname, Spring Gladiator, I am a person who has won numerous gladiator competitions. It can be of great help in protecting yourself. It is also spring now.”

Arien knew a famous anecdote related to Bastia, the Gladiator of Spring. She, who had never had a celebrity in her life, asked in a slightly suspicious tone at first.

“… Did you really say that?”

“What?”

“Looking for a lover! First 100 people!”

At what she had said, Bastia chuckled. It was probably during the retirement game.

After smashing an opponent who was using rather strange swordsmanship, he really shouted that to the cheering crowd.

“It was a time when blood was running high.”

For a moment, Bastia thought back on that ecstatic moment. The days when I fought sword fights with uncontrollable blood.

The sights of that time are still fresh in my eyes. Skirts fluttered everywhere in the audience, and the women who threw off their jackets cheered for his victory.

“If you know me, you can understand that I have the ability to protect someone. Maybe that’s why that disciple asked me too.”

The words of someone who has the title of ‘Spring Gladiator’ are too modest. The fact that he swept the Empire’s gladiator competition also meant that no one could beat him in a formal duel.

“But Miss Arien. I intend to value the opinion of the person in question more than the opinion of a disciple whom I have only met for less than a week.”

“yes?”

“Miss Arien, what do you think? Would you like to join me?”

Arien was accustomed to orders and instructions.

She did not know how to answer the questions of this famous gladiator who asked her opinion.

Perhaps knowing Arien’s feelings, Bastia waited patiently for her answer.

Arien looked away from him for a while and approached the sleeping Johann. Then, I gently put my finger on the tip of his nose. A warm breath passed through her fingers.

“If you are worried about that disciple, let me introduce you to a good doctor. And if your concerns are in the other direction… It’s a little hard for me to say it myself, but I don’t do anything against the wishes of women.”

Arien was able to understand the words of the adult who seemed to be making excuses.

It will be as John said. He said he would be a good guardian.

Arien removed her hands and stood upright in front of Bastia.

“Do you know this person’s enemy?”

“Enemy? … Why does the academy have at least one enemy?”

“I don’t know either.”

Then she lowered her head and said.

“I want to help him.”

“Did he ask for help with something?”

“no. This is about the favor I want to repay. so-“

Arien raised her head again and spoke in a determined voice.

“So please. Please help me.”

Bastia is a gladiator, not a knight. However, there was only one characteristic that suited him as ‘chivalry’.

In Bastia’s dictionary, there is no entry for ‘a woman’s request’. He took Arien’s words as a command.

“I will.”

Eventually, Bastia got down on one knee in front of Arien. Then, he gently grabbed her small wrist and pulled it in front of his face.

“uh? My hands are sweaty… .”

It didn’t matter. The spring gladiator quietly kissed the back of the hand of a slave girl who had escaped from the circus.

***

John’s condition has not fully recovered.

Waking up, he wasn’t surprised that Arien wasn’t in sight. Because I believed that the academy’s swordsmanship teacher would keep his promise.

John calmly washed his face and checked the timetable. There was one regular class in today’s routine.

9:50.

John thought as he walked toward the bachelor building. About the relative superiority of Johann Esperts, the main character of ‘Savior from Another World’.

From the start, this character has three characteristics that give her an edge over the others.

The first is by its family name.

Biggie, [The Smell of Death].

There is no need to discuss the value of that secret skill in the barracks where death comes and goes easily.

That’s why Adrine tried to subjugate herself.

The second is that he was an adult in his original world. And this is revealed in the difference in willpower. Even after class started, the children around him were whispering, but he didn’t pay attention to the voices around him.

“Isn’t the kid next to the yellow hair over there that John?”

“Oh, that’s right.”

“Who is that?”

“He is him. The kid who made Bastia bloody shit.”

John tried to stay focused, ignoring the whispers. But the sleepy eyes kept closing.

It was force majeure.

After going to the clock tower with Adrin, even after literally sleeping, the aftereffects of swinging Mulcan’s sword recklessly could not be overcome.

As John dropped his head for the third time, Evangeles stabbed him in the waist.

“Hey, John.”

“uh? uh.”

“It is our turn.”

Johan, who suddenly came to his senses, looked at his math teacher. The math teacher crossed his arms and said.

“Next guy. Are you John and Evangeles? Come out and solve problem number 3.”

Ida, noticing the difficulty of the front seat, whispered quickly.

“Page 21.”

John nodded and stood in front of the blackboard with Evangeles.

Then, the two quickly read the problems written in the textbook.

[17 soldiers won the battle. How can I distribute it when I have 700 gold loot?

1. Be sure to solve with mental arithmetic.

2. For reference, the answer is not ‘the one who won the bet gets it all’.]

The two hesitantly began to list the numbers on the blackboard.

tadak. Tak tok tok.

Each answer was written on a black chalkboard. The two answers were different. The math teacher said, hitting Evangeles on the head with a stick.

“If you distribute it like that, your family will go bankrupt, Yonsuk-ah.”

“Ouch… oh It is a mistake.”

As if looking for a hint, Evangeles looked around. However, there is no way the correct answer is written on the children’s faces. Concerned about folding his fingers, Evangeles quickly changed the number he had written as 60 to 30.

Just-

The math teacher’s hawk fell on his head once more.

“It’s ruined though. The soldiers will revolt.”

Some children giggled and laughed.

And the third advantage Johann Esperts had was revealed on the board. The very fact of coming from an educated world.

The correct answer was written on John’s blackboard.

[41 gold is distributed to each soldier.]

And I did it the way my math teacher did.

[For your information, I will take care of the remaining 3 gold for my hard work.]

I didn’t even need a blackboard to do simple division. The math teacher was dissatisfied with where John was.

“That is correct. But if you get caught stealing loot, go to the brothel. I hope you don’t get caught. Both of you go in.”

Different eyes flocked to Evangeles and John.

“John… Is it a combination of civility and martial arts?”

Returning to his seat, John was still sleepy. Evangeles looked at him with amazement.

“you… How could you do that mentally… ? Are you a genius?”

John laughed. To hear the sound of a genius with the four arithmetic operations at this age.

It was unimaginable in 21st century Korea.

“The problem is easy.”

Probably because he was tired. John’s voice jumped out a little louder.

“Yah. Look at the comments. It’s easy.”

Exclamations of admiration were heard from the surroundings at the boy’s courageous words, which had solved division in a wonderful way. However, John did not come out after solving the problem to impress the people around him.

“John will march tomorrow, Group A. Evangeles is in Group D. next person.”

John was satisfied.

With this, they were in the same group as Adrine in the [First March] tomorrow.

As John was going to the cafeteria after math class, there were children approaching him.

“Johann Esperts.”

“uh?”

“I am the Jackal of House Frodo.”

Evangeles was surprised first. He remembered the big boy in front of him.

He was the one who attacked Bastia like himself and was particularly badly beaten.

“You John, come into our meeting.”

John took a deep breath. He, too, remembered the jackal. To a different depth than Evangeles.

Jackal, the first son of the Frodo family, the great family of the sea that leads the empire’s warships.

A character that should not be excluded, but also a character that should not be completely supported.

Armed with a desire to succeed, if you don’t properly check him, Adrin will be eaten later.