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Chapter 74

“Next, I will explain effective strategies for when a magician faces another magician. In this case, it depends on what kind of magic you link together—”

The professor’s lecture continued.

After that, it wasn’t particularly helpful for me, but…

Still, it might be useful for the others.

I was already familiar with the content about standard magic.

Basic magics simplified and standardized for military use—procedures and forms streamlined for efficiency.

From simple projectile spells like fire arrows, wind blades, and ice spears to binding and barrier spells.

I’ve experienced them all at least once.

After the lecture, I had a short chat with three people before lunch.

The main topic was the changed curriculum, but…

First-year students were also now allowed limited external assignments, apparently.

“I’ll probably be assigned to places in need of healing magic, following the Church Order’s instructions!”

“Well, Rana is a healing priest, so that makes sense. Milia and I haven’t thought about it yet, but what about you, Ha-shal-leur?”

“Hmm. I’m still thinking about it too.”

Honestly, there’s no urgent place that requires me to be dispatched yet.

The other first-years will probably just be sent to hunt trolls or kobolds at best.

Unlucky ones might get dragged up north?

Freezing there for a while might turn them into proper knights.

But once the monster outbreak happens, everyone will be busy hunting monsters.

Though there’s still plenty of time before monsters start appearing in full force… but the beastman attacks happened faster than expected.

We’ll only know when the time comes.

How can you prepare for the entire world changing?

It’s less about talent and more like a natural phenomenon, close to a disaster.

What I can do is get strong enough to eliminate the threatening monsters alongside Damien.

After wrapping up the conversation, I escaped to the special observation room.

I couldn’t stay there any longer.

Everyone was too busy glancing at me instead of thinking about lunch.

Seeing my exhausted expression, Freide laughed as if she had expected it.

“Looks like you’ve been through the wringer? Your face looks like death… Poor thing. Popular, huh?”

“Damn it… Don’t you have any suitors or a fiancé or something?”

I thought if I heard about Freide’s fiancé, I could tease her about it.

Why should I be the only one teased about men’s attention?

“Nope. As the daughter of Faelun, I don’t need a political marriage, and no man has met my conditions yet.”

“Conditions?”

“A warrior who can take on seven beastman champions at once. That’s the bare minimum to qualify as Faelun’s son-in-law, don’t you think?”

Freide nodded with a confident expression.

Seven champions? Is there even a man capable of that at this point?

Ah, maybe one.

“…Should I introduce you to my father?”

“A middle-aged married man and a barbarian? No thanks.”

Freide made a genuinely disgusted face.

“Ah, but calling Ha-shal-leur ‘mother’ might be fun?”

Freide started laughing again.

Like someone who’s never had a friend before, excitedly chatting with a peer they just got close to.

Well… I, with many friends, should understand her…

I looked at Freide, who was covering her mouth and laughing, with a warm, motherly gaze.

“Welcome back, Ha-shal-leur. How was the academy lecture?”

“A nightmare.”

At my drained response, Nigel gave an awkward smile.

“That’s unfortunate. Then, about the afternoon lecture…”

“I’m skipping it.”

I roughly set down the Black Iron Sword and flopped onto the bed.

The soft cushion embraced my tired body. Double the softness.

Why double? Because I’m lying face down, of course.

Damn it, everything’s getting on my nerves now.

I rolled over onto my back.

I realized. Restoring my body is the top priority.

After experiencing it, nothing seems more important than this.

Nigel, who had been observing my expression, quietly excused himself and left.

Honestly, I felt like drinking until I was completely wasted.

But if I got drunk and lost control of my body, it would be a disaster. Since possessing this body, I haven’t touched alcohol.

Because, you know.

If a drunk Ha-shal-leur caused a scene, what would happen?

The next day, we’d be cleaning up a hundred corpses.

And I’d wake up to either a mountain of swords or a dungeon.

The academy’s five idol girls performed an exciting show in the auditorium.

Countless students waved their swords instead of glow sticks, cheering loudly.

From behind the stage, Ophelia’s magic burst into the air like fireworks.

Nigel and Milia spun around on either side.

Rana leaped into the air.

Lacey sang a beautiful melody in the center.

And the black-haired girl stepped forward, dancing fiercely while rapping.

The students’ cheers echoed through the auditorium.

Please… just give me back the nightmares with the undead.

Rumors about the delicate black-haired woman spread throughout the academy.

Her identity and the so-called “Daffodil Goddess” someone mentioned…

Students who remembered her true appearance initially denied it, saying it couldn’t be true.

However, the prejudiced views towards Ha-shal-leur had already weakened significantly.

After all, she was the lifesaver who had rescued them.

So, the rumors were gradually and naturally accepted.

Still, calling her a goddess seemed too blasphemous…

In the end, only the term “water lily” remained.

Outside, she was known as the Beastman Devourer, resembling monsters, while inside the academy, she was called the Water Lily Princess.

The contrasting nicknames made it hard to believe they referred to the same person.

Upon hearing the story, I secluded myself for a week.

If I ever meet that bastard, I’ll kill him.

Freide laughed so hard she forgot her dignity as a princess, and even Calix chuckled.

Asha even joked, “Should we engrave water lily patterns on your armor?”

I told her I’d return it if she did, but she brushed it off, saying it was just a joke.

…I wonder if Milia and Damien are diligently attending lectures.

It’s been a week since I last saw them, but they probably haven’t grown dramatically in that time.

Both of them are at a point where they need real combat experience, not just simple training.

Thanks to a week of doing nothing but resting, my energy is slowly returning.

Though it’s still at an ambiguous level.

But at this rate, I should be quite recovered by the award ceremony.

My appearance, which had been like that of a terminally ill patient, has improved slightly.

My sunken cheeks have regained some vitality, and my once-dark eyes have brightened considerably. Though that’s about it.

I’ve gone from a sickly beauty to a tired-looking beauty. Should I be happy about that?

It’s a complicated feeling.

In the meantime, two new invitations from the royal family finally arrived.

Just like last time, the luxurious envelopes bore the names of Leopold and Ernst in elegant handwriting.

So, it’s come to this… Well, I have to meet them anyway.

The original story has been twisted from the start, and now I have no choice but to experience it firsthand.

I opened the envelopes and read the letters.

*Princess Ha-shal-leur Ai-shan Gi-or.*

*I couldn’t help but admire your devoted struggle for the Empire.*

*Even through written reports, your courage and strong spirit reached me.*

*Every time I recall your valiant figure and heroic deeds, I can’t stop my heart from pounding like a fool.*

*I was deeply saddened to hear that you fell ill from the aftermath.*

*The Landenburg Margrave informed me that you are regaining your strength, which is a blessing for the Empire and a sign of divine favor.*

*The Empire will never forget your contributions. Neither will I.*

*If possible, I would like to celebrate the new Moon of Humanity with you on the 7th and discuss the events of that day.*

*I eagerly await your reply.*

*— Leopold Wittelsbach.*

*Princess Ai-shan Gi-or.*

*I heard of your exploits in the battle against the beastmen. On behalf of the Empire, I express my gratitude.*

*Regarding your merits, I believe we need to have a discussion.*

*You probably already know the reason. You can guess the meaning of my letter.*

*If you agree, visit the royal palace on the 7th of this month to meet me.*

*— Ernst Wittelsbach.*

The letters were polar opposites.

Leopold’s letter was adorned with flowery language, while Ernst’s was blunt and almost rude.

And they both invited me on the same day. How blatant.

Are they testing who I’ll visit first?

Honestly, just based on tone, Ernst seems more compatible with my personality…

But the first prince’s intentions to draw me in feel too strong, which makes me uncomfortable.

…Still, I should visit Leopold first.

I was already leaning towards choosing Leopold between the two, and it’s natural to meet the elder first.

If I visit the third prince first after being invited by both the first and third princes, it might imply that I already support Ernst.

Which isn’t my intention.

There was never any choice but Leopold from the start. Probably.

I’m not sure about Ernst, but his mother Isabella is definitely… a very problematic woman.

Academy’s Barbarian

Academy’s Barbarian

아카데미에 오랑캐가 입학했다
Score 7
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Korean
I possessed a character from a game I played. And to top it all off, I get to be a female warrior of a barbarian tribe with a bad ending. I have to escape.

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