“Carl, your young lady truly carries the blood of the Alrn family.”
Anton let out a dry laugh as he watched Lucy Alrn stand her ground, shouting for the hundred-strong crowd to come at her instead of retreating.
Who could believe that this was the confidence of someone who had been at the academy for less than half a year?
Even among active knights and adventurers, few could show such boldness.
What was even more surprising was that Lucy was holding her own against the hundred-strong crowd.
Since she tossed Lady Merill from the Baines family aside with one hand, Lucy had been demonstrating her prowess in the battle.
Her shield technique was nothing short of miraculous, blocking most of the attacks directed at her.
Her strength allowed her to shake off four or five men around her without breaking a sweat.
She had sharp awareness and quick judgment, managing to avoid being surrounded.
“You weaklings♡ Is that all you’ve got?♡ Running around like idiots because you can’t catch one girl♡ This is hilarious♡”
Even in a situation where one mistake could lead to her being overwhelmed, she didn’t lose her composure.
Lucy Alrn was indeed carrying the blood of the Alrn family—of the knightly bloodline with a rich history.
Anton had expected Carl to respond with some proud exclamation, something like, "Of course! That’s our young lady. This is nothing special for her!" But to his surprise, Carl was silent.
Huh? That’s unusual. Knowing his personality, Anton had fully expected him to say something like that.
When Anton turned to look at Carl, he found him uncharacteristically serious, observing Lucy from above.
“Carl?”
“...Ah, yes, Professor Anton.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m just... surprised. The young lady has grown much faster than I expected.”
Carl usually tried to keep an eye on Lucy as much as possible, but even he had his limits.
In name, at least, he was a professor. He couldn’t abandon all his responsibilities to stay by Lucy’s side at all times.
Even so, Carl made sure to carry out his duties so that he could rush to her side whenever she needed him.
As a result, he didn’t know just how much stronger Lucy had become. Recently, Lady Kent had been sparring with her instead of him.
So now, witnessing Lucy grow far beyond his expectations, Carl couldn’t help but shiver.
This was the young lady’s true power. I see now. In sparring classes, during dungeon raids at the academy, the young lady was holding back.
She never needed to go all out.
And I, without realizing, had been putting her in the category of ordinary people! But she was breaking through the limits of common sense and writing her own history! How blasphemous, as her knight, for me to have failed to see that!
Ah, once this is over, I must report to the head of the family. When he hears of how much the young lady has grown, he will surely shed tears of joy.
I should also report how well she gets along with those around her.
“You two! Is this really the time to be standing around watching?!”
As Anton and Carl were observing the chaotic battle from the trees, another professor approached them, his voice filled with exasperation.
Professor Jessel, who taught Monster Hunting, didn’t bother to hide his frustration.
“What’s the matter, Professor Jessel?”
“Is something wrong?”
“Wrong?! Look at the state of this battle! It’s a complete mess!”
Not all chaotic battles are the same.
Some still have a proper command structure, with coordinated attacks despite the confusion, while others devolve into everyone losing their minds and attacking aimlessly.
The battle below was clearly the latter.
“At this rate, something serious could happen!”
Friendly fire was rampant. Students were trampling over their fallen allies. Many were collapsing as they tried to attack Lucy but got entangled with others.
It wouldn’t be surprising if this turned into a major disaster at any moment.
From the perspective of the professors, who were supposed to ensure the students’ safety, this situation was near disastrous.
“There’s not much time left until the field trip ends! I believe we should use our authority as professors to stop this now and ensure the students’ safety!”
Anton thought it over for a moment and then nodded.
“Professor Jessel is right. What about the other professors?”
“They all agree. We just need your permission, Professor Anton!”
“I see. Then I’ll take the lead.”
With that, Anton leaped down from the tree, landing on the ground with surprising lightness for someone of his size.
He surveyed the chaos around him and stretched his neck. It didn’t seem like an ordinary warning would stop them.
Seeing no other option, Anton opened his mouth and took a deep breath. His lungs expanded rapidly.
When it looked like his chest might burst, Anton finally spoke.
“EVERYONE, STOP!!!!”
The volume of his voice was so loud, it echoed throughout the clearing and into the forest, easily dwarfing the sound from Lucy’s voice amplification spell earlier.
The students who had been charging at Lucy all clutched their ears and fell to the ground, unable to bear the pain.
I tried using Armahdi’s Touch on myself, but the pain didn’t go away. Looks like my eardrums are fine after all.
In games, I never thought a person’s voice could be that loud. But experiencing it in real life, I get it now.
That voice is no joke. I was kind of pleased to have experienced an event I’d only seen in the game, but the pain outweighed any excitement.
If it’s this bad for me, with my ridiculously high physical stats, imagine how the other students are feeling. Most of them were already on the ground, writhing in pain.
“At this moment, we, the professors, have decided to end the first semester field trip! Thank you all for your efforts!”
Anton’s deep voice announced the end of the field trip.
Hey, Professor Anton. It’s great that you’re ending the trip, but look around you.
How many students do you think are actually able to hear you right now? Shouldn’t you give them a moment to recover first?
As I watched Anton, thinking that to myself, another professor approached and started scolding him.
Right? See? I’m the reasonable one here, and he’s the irrational one. I feel reassured now.
<Everything is going according to plan.> ‘Exactly.’
My plan had always been to force the end of the field trip.
There was no way I could take down a hundred students without seriously injuring them.
If I didn’t care about the consequences, there were a few ways I could’ve gone about it, but I wasn’t ready to kill anyone yet.
And the professors wouldn’t allow something that dangerous to happen anyway.
Knowing all this, I never considered winning the chaotic battle. Instead, I aimed for the situation to spiral out of control.
I wanted the professors to realize that if this chaos continued, the academy students could get seriously hurt.
Why? Because that way, everyone gets a happy ending.
Let’s see... According to plan, Frey should have taken Joy over to Arthur by now.
I glanced over at Arthur’s side and saw him talking with Joy. Perfect. Everything was going smoothly.
<Now let’s go finish this plan.>
I walked past the students lying on the ground and approached the professors.
Anton, who had been getting an earful from Jessel, brightened up when he saw me. He must’ve thought I was here to save him from the scolding.
Little did he know, I was bringing him an even bigger headache.
‘Hey, professors.’
“Hey, useless professors. What’s this about ending the field trip early? There are still a few hours left, aren’t there? Are you all dumbasses who can’t even remember what you said?”
“Of course, we understand that, but this is the judgment of the professors. We ask for your understanding.”
It was Jessel who responded to my sharp question. She spoke politely but firmly, asking for my cooperation.
Her explanation was reasonable, citing various points to justify the decision to end the field trip early.
If I were a rational person, I might have nodded in agreement.
But unfortunately for her, I had no intention of being rational.
After all, I’m a bratty Mesugaki. Rationality? Logic? I don’t care about any of that! Mesugakis are always unpredictable!
“Blah blah blah, shut up, old hag♡ I’m asking why you ended the fight so arbitrarily♡.”
“As I just explained—”
“Aaah~♡ Shut it♡ If the fight had continued, I would’ve won and taken all the loot from these weaklings♡. How are you going to make up for that, huh?♡ What, are you too stupid to understand?♡”
“I’m afraid I understand your frustration, but—”
“Hag♡ Are you going to keep throwing a tantrum?♡ It’s not my fault that no man wants you because you have no charm, is it?♡”
As I continued provoking her, cracks started to appear in Jessel’s composed expression.
Wow. She looks furious. I can practically see how badly she wants to teach me a lesson about manners.
I know Jessel’s strength and true nature better than anyone, so I’m a little afraid of the consequences, but what can I do? We’re already this far in.
“Take responsibility♡ You spinster professor♡.”
“Do you really think you would have won? Perhaps we stopped the fight to prevent you from losing your loot instead. With the chaos in the battle, nobody can say for sure how it would’ve ended.”
Ahaha. You fell for it, Professor Jessel. That’s not the kind of thing you’d usually say when you’re being rational.
Thanks for playing right into my hands.
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“Me?♡ Lose to those weaklings?♡ Ha♡ You really have no sense of humor, old hag♡.”
“I’m not denying your abilities, Lady Alrn, but given the special circumstances of the field trip and the chaotic state of the battle, we can’t say for certain that you wouldn’t have lost.”
“Excuse me for a moment.”
As Jessel confidently continued her explanation, Arthur suddenly intervened.
He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher before turning his gaze to Jessel.
“Professor Jessel, if we follow your reasoning, are you saying that Lucy Alrn’s loot could have been fairly distributed among everyone?”
Hearing Arthur’s words, Jessel finally regained her senses.
You realize now, Jessel?
What you said earlier is going to have a bigger impact than you thought.
Sure, ending the field trip for the students’ safety is all well and good.
But do you think the students who end up failing this trip are going to care about that?
If I had been defeated, they might have scored high marks, but the professors robbed them of that opportunity.
What do you think will happen when that opinion starts circulating?
I don’t know exactly, but it’s probably going to be a huge headache for you, don’t you think, Professor Jessel?