Chapter 139

Chapter 111 The Too Comfortable Royal City

Smack smack—

“Mmm!” “Pfft!”

Groans echoed as their heads were thrown back, followed by their massive bodies.

A straight punch as swift as the wind was something that a child pampered at home couldn’t react to. Their faces still wore that smug expression, but in my eyes, their originally high noses had flattened, and the impact of force spread like ripples across their faces, distorting their once proper features—this was the extent to which I held back.

In the next moment, blood spurted half a foot, and the tall figure fell backward straight.

Plop!

I landed just right.

Clapping my hands, I turned around to face three girls with slightly open mouths, their eyes filled with disbelief. I winked playfully at them.

“Shall we go?”

“…Oh oh, okay…” Sarah nodded blankly, her expression dazed as if she hadn’t yet accepted the visual shock, “Wow… Peyelo, you…”

“This is so violent… But I like it!” Sophia exclaimed excitedly.

“Aah!”

“My nose is broken… Broken… Damn it…”

Groans only began to sound off at this point. I ignored them and grabbed Daisy’s arm, hoisting it onto my shoulder, then turned to smile at her, “Daisy, I’ll carry you.”

“Hmm…” Daisy’s gaze was hazy, clearly still in a daze.

“Is this okay?” Sarah looked at my small body and instinctively felt uneasy. Then she suddenly thought of what had just happened and laughed it off, shaking her head, “Uh, never mind.”

I carried Daisy.

My little hand touched her smooth thigh, feeling the plump softness on my back, which first warmed me… then there was nothing more. This feeling faded quickly.

Intimate contact with a girl didn’t seem as awkward or uncomfortable as I imagined. There wasn’t any embarrassment or heart-fluttering feelings. Instead, there was merely a faint, inexplicable discomfort… Okay, although I didn’t want to admit it, it might be jealousy.

…Why her… What did she eat to grow like this…

Looking down at my own meager chest, I pouted and felt a bit bitter.

There was no shame in admitting it; I was indeed becoming more concerned about this… Maybe I should ask Daisy for tips sometime.

“Peyelo, thank you.”

Warm breath brushed against my neck, and Daisy’s hair tickled my face.

I smiled.

“It’s fine… Let’s go!”

I ran forward carrying her.

As for the two male students, they were still lying on the ground, covering their faces with their hands, writhing like worms. Tears, snot, and blood all mixed together. They occasionally raised their palms to slap the ground, trying to alleviate the pain from their noses. It seemed they wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

“They’ll be late, won’t they?” Sarah’s voice came from beside me.

“Serves them right! Who cares about them.” Sophia, who was running on the other side, still had a flush of excitement on her face, “Peyelo, do you mean to say you’re actually quite good at fighting?”

“Not really.”

“Absolutely! Can’t tell! You’re so small, but you’re actually the best!”

“…Can you stop emphasizing how small I am? Is it really that interesting?”

“Peyelo, where did you learn your physical training from?”

“Naturally.”

“Liar!”

“The punches looked so fierce… Peyelo, did you really break someone’s nose?”

“…

Compared to Sophia’s carefree attitude, Sarah frowned deeply, looking quite worried.

I gave her a reassuring smile. “It won’t be that bad, just very painful.”

“Those two, even from a glance, they can’t be commoners’ children… If they’re nobles from the capital, there might be… trouble ahead…”

“It’s fine.”

I knew what she was worried about.

Although I’ve only met a few people from the capital so far, it’s been enough for me to infer the general situation here from their words and actions.

Clearly, the upper echelons of this city are not in good shape. Whether it’s the remarks of the carriage guards on our way here, Grandma Fat’s warnings, or the immature antics of the noble children at the academy, they all constantly remind me of this fact.

The two trainees earlier, and the group we encountered last night, especially that red-haired guy—what was his name again? He even planned to forcibly bring me to their dormitory knowing I’m from the Winter Month. And according to Grandma Fat, these people might behave better within the academy but would be completely lawless outside, doing anything they want.

They are just trainees; what do they have? What skills do they possess? Such people, I could take down a thousand of them. In this world where martial prowess reigns supreme, why are they so audacious? Because they believe that behind them, their families will protect them… no matter what they do wrong, they won’t face proper punishment.

It’s because of this belief that they act so recklessly.

If even the children are like this, it’s easy to imagine how their elders behave.

In just a few days since arriving in the capital, I’ve already seen all of this clearly. Sarah, being a native of the capital, must be much clearer on this. As a child of a knight, perhaps her status isn’t high, which is why she worries about retaliation from those people. In contrast, Sophia doesn’t worry because she also has her family backing her up.

Such is human nature.

Just as Grandma Fat said, the capital has been too complacent for too long, to the point where some people have forgotten their roots.

Victoria… that woman, must be having a tough time.

That’s why she looks like someone who feels owed?

“Peylo, over there, we’re here!”

Daisy’s voice came from beside my ear. I looked ahead and saw the rusted iron fence, with an entrance made of iron mesh. Beyond it was the training ground.

The training ground was roughly twice the size of a soccer field, the ground paved with large boulders, polished smooth. At this moment, many trainees were already standing inside, suggesting we might be among the last to arrive.

“Are we late?”

“I don’t think so…”

After entering the training ground and gently placing Daisy down, I felt somewhat lost and didn’t know what to do next, so I headed towards the direction with the most people. Soon after, I saw a large wooden sign reading “Ceylon Lakefront” in the distance. The white-haired old man standing beside it seemed familiar… Ah, it’s Professor Melville.

So I waved at Sarah and the others. “This way!”

After walking quickly over, I respectfully called out to the professor.

Professor Melville glanced at me, pulled out a pocket watch, and checked the time.

“…Not quite a minute late. You could come a bit later and start with the physical training class… Stand at the back of the line.”

“Professor,” I pushed Daisy forward, “she’s injured.”

I had hoped to find some alcohol or herbs to disinfect her wound, but Professor Melville walked over, grabbed Daisy’s arm, and merely pulled back the cloth to take a look before laughing.

“Just a scrape. Can this really be called an injury? The royal academy’s trainees… won’t mind such trivial matters. We’ll deal with it after the ceremony.”