Harne’s classes aren’t fun.

 

It’s not that she can’t teach.

 

It’s just that I don’t have the basic knowledge, so I can’t understand what Harne is saying.

 

Isn’t this how a math dropout feels when they take a math class?

 

Now I understand why they slept during every class.

 

I can’t understand a single word they’re saying, so what else can I do besides sleep.

 

I somehow persevered in Harne’s class, but all I learned during that time was one thing.

 

As expected, there’s no solution to the written exam.

 

All I have left is dungeon exploration.

 

After spending time blankly staring off under the guise of class, I came to the training grounds as if it were my daily routine.

 

Normally, I would have warmed up and started running, but before that, there was something I had to check first.

 

I had to find out what the hell I heard last night!

 

As I walked inside the training grounds for that, I naturally met other soldiers and knights.

 

Normally, they would have just politely greeted me and ran away, but today was different.

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Lady!”

 

“Thank you for your mercy!”

 

They suddenly started saying thank you loudly.

 

What?

 

Why on earth are you saying that?

 

What did I do to make you say that?

 

All I did yesterday was spar with a sloppy knight.

 

Is that something to be thankful for?

 

As I was feeling bewildered by the incoming gratitude, a knight walked up to me.

 

He had several minor scars on his face and a clean head that seemed to be hated by his hair.

 

His sharp eyes and his body were bigger than that of an average adult male.

 

He was a knight who could be described as fierce.

 

He blocked my path without saying a word.

 

‘What.’

 

“What, Bald knight!”

 

What the hell, a bald knight!

 

Mesugaki skill, can’t you read the mood?

 

What are you going to do if you provoke this person?!

 

Of course, he won’t touch me because I’m a member of the family, but there’s always the possibility!

 

“Lady Lucy.”

 

‘Yes!’

 

“What!”

 

“Thank you so much for saving Karl!”

 

The fierce knight knelt on the ground with a restrained movement and buried his head in the ground.

 

“I thought I would never see Karl again! But I can thanks to you, young lady!”

 

“That’s right!”

 

“It’s all thanks to you, young lady, showing mercy!”

 

As soon as the knight finished speaking, a soldier ran up next to him and buried his head in the ground with him kneeling.

 

No.

 

Why are you doing this?

 

While I was flustered, unable to understand the situation, the number of people kneeling before me began to increase.

 

Karl?

 

When you say Karl, you mean that sloppy knight, right?

 

When you say mercy, you mean when I told Benedict not to scold him so much?

 

Is that something to be so thankful for?

 

But you know what?

 

Calm down!

 

You scum!

 

I can’t say anything!

 

While I was at a loss for words, the man who had protected me from Karl’s attacks walked up to me from afar.

 

Was it the knight commander, Possell?

 

“You guys!”

 

“The young lady is flustered!”

 

“Get out of the way!”

 

The entire training ground shook as Possell shouted.

 

Wow.

 

How can someone be so loud?

 

With that much power, he could probably kill someone with his vocal cords.

 

I wasn’t the only one who was intimidated by the voice.

 

The people surrounding me also stepped back as Possell told them to.

 

As expected of the Knight Commander!

 

Thank you!

 

I can’t say thank you because of the translation in Mesugaki, but please know that I think so!

 

“Miss Lucy, are you okay?”

 

‘Yes, I’m okay, but why is everyone acting like this?’

 

“Do you think I’m okay? Why on earth are these idiots acting like this?”

 

Possell didn’t answer, even though I wanted an explanation.

 

Instead, he knelt down like the knight had done the first time.

 

How tall was this old man?

 

How could his gaze be higher than mine when he was kneeling?

 

“Miss! I, Possell, would also like to thank you, miss! Thanks to your lofty mercy, a knight’s future has been preserved!”

 

Ha.

 

Damn.

 

Right.

 

This guy was the leader of many knights.

 

Then of course he was just like everyone else.

 

‘Knight Commander.’

 

“Possell, you rascal.”

 

“Huh?”

 

‘Disperse everyone here right now. Before I take back what I said.’

 

“Resolve this commotion right now. If you don’t want to see swords flying because of you guys.”

 

After some time had passed and the situation had calmed down somewhat, I was finally able to hear the whole story from Possell.

 

Possell said that as a knight, it was the worst thing to do to strike someone you served.

 

Of course, you would be held accountable and kicked out of the family.

 

It seemed like the dishonour would follow your name like a label, so you would never be able to act as a knight again.

 

Then why not just become a mercenary?

 

I thought, but that was just what an ordinary person like me thought.

 

Most knights commit s*****e because they can’t stand the humiliation.

 

I couldn’t help but laugh when I realized what it would have ended up like if I hadn’t said anything to Benedict.

 

No.

 

It might have been worse.

 

When he came to see me, Benedict’s eyes were incredibly fierce.

 

“Karl is usually a really good guy. Yesterday, he made a mistake for some reason, but I will educate him well from now on. So please don’t change your mind.”

 

‘I don’t have any ill feelings toward that guy.’

 

“Why do you think I would care about a sloppy knight? I don’t care about a piece of shit.”

 

I understood that what he did was a big deal.

 

But it was all my fault.

 

Judging from the fact that the knights and soldiers, including the commander, gathered together to defend him like this, Karl must be a really good knight.

 

Then there’s only one reason why he lost his senses.

 

It was because of my [Mesugaki] skill.

 

That means he really wasn’t at fault, so there’s no reason to expect him to be punished.

 

By the way, how good is the provocation effect of the Mesugaki skill?

 

It’s enough to make a noble knight go crazy with rage.

 

I originally thought that Karl was a person who had trouble controlling his emotions.

 

Usually, if the level difference is large, it’s hard to affect skills.

 

But if that’s not the case…

 

Mesugaki skill.

 

It might be a much more fraudulent skill than I thought.

 

“Really?!”

 

As I was thinking to myself, Possell suddenly thrust his face in front of me.

 

Whoa!

 

I was startled.

 

It was really embarrassing when a large man suddenly thrust his face in front of me.

 

Why are there so many scary-looking people in the Allen family?

 

Did the head of the family, Benedict, look like a troll and become the orthodox head of the family?

 

Karl is definitely a strange person.

 

But he looks fine.

 

‘Yes, I don’t have any thoughts, so could you please move your face?’

 

“I don’t have any thoughts, so could you please move your disgusting face?”

 

“I’m sorry!”

 

Possell just laughed heartily despite being called disgusting.

 

Was he really that happy that his subordinate was completely forgiven?

 

He looks fierce, but he’s a good-hearted old man.

 

‘Ah, Commander about yesterday…’

 

“Idiot Possell, do you know anything about the explosion that happened yesterday?”

 

“That? Ah.”

 

Possell, who had been lightly talking in excitement, belatedly came to his senses and shut his mouth, but it was already too late.

 

You knew?

 

Right?

 

“Karl.”

 

“…”

 

“Punishment.”

 

“…”

 

“You’re not going to tell?”

 

“…Um. Can you keep it a secret that I said that?”

 

“Yes. I will.”

 

“Okay. So, tell me.”

 

“That was the sound of the Count swinging his fist last night.”

 

What?

 

‘A human fist made that sound?’

 

“Are you kidding me? How can a human fist make that sound?”

 

“It makes sense. At least for the Count.”

 

He didn’t seem to be joking.

 

Even though Soul Academy is a fantasy world, how could a person throwing a punch make the sound of a bomb exploding?

 

I was dumbfounded, but if I thought about it carefully, it was entirely possible.

 

The protagonist of Soul Academy also does all sorts of ridiculous things towards the end.

 

It’s only his fists that make the sound of bombs exploding.

 

That’s unusual.

 

Just how strong is Benedict?!

 

If he’s that strong, he’s a famous powerhouse even within the Soul Academy universe?!

 

The cool nickname “Iron-Blooded Knight” wasn’t given to him for nothing!

 

Why didn’t I know about this character?

 

I know all the major NPCs in Soul Academy by heart.

 

Is it because Benedict was born with Lucy?

 

But you know.

 

Why was Lucy, the daughter of such a monster, so weak before I possessed her?

 

Usually, physical abilities are inherited.

 

Just like the children of athletes become athletes, and the children of martial artists become martial artists.

 

If only she had a tenth of Benedict’s abilities!

 

Then I wouldn’t have started as a munchkin from the beginning!

 

There was no need to worry about what to do when you’re OP!

 

Thinking about it, it’s so unfair.

 

While I was internally complaining, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

 

What happens to someone who gets hit by a human who shakes the earth with his punches?

 

‘Knight Commander, is Karl, okay?’

 

“Possell, is the sloppy knight alive?”

 

“Yes, he’s alive. He’s a bit battered, though.”

 

After saying that, Possell said that I would naturally understand when I saw him and took me to the prison of the knights.

 

Although it was called a prison, the atmosphere there wasn’t as strict as I had imagined.

 

Rather, it was quiet and calm.

 

Perhaps it was because it was a place to punish those who caused trouble within the knights.

 

“This is the aftermath of the fist he swung.”

 

There was a hole in one of the prison rooms.

 

It wasn’t a small hole.

 

The entire wall had been blown away, so it looked like the place had been built that way from the beginning.

 

The aftermath of the punch wasn’t limited to that.

 

Beyond the gaping hole in the wall, there was a long trail of destruction.

 

It looked like a disaster caused by a monster shooting lasers in a movie.

 

Hmm.

 

I should live gratefully for the fact that Benedict is a doting father.

 

If Benedict was merciless to his own children, I would have died a long time ago.

 

But you know what?

 

How can someone who gets hit by a punch like this be okay?

 

‘Where’s Karl?’

 

“Where’s the sloppy knight?”

 

“He’s in the next cell, should I show you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Karl was better off than I thought.

 

There was a big bruise on his face, but that was it.

 

Considering that he got hit by only that punch, it was safe to say that he didn’t have any other wounds.

 

This guy is a real monster.

 

He got hit by a punch that left such a bad aftereffect and still came out okay.

 

Then what would have happened to me if he got hit by a punch that was really serious?

 

If I had done something wrong, I would have really died.

 

“Miss! I’m sorry! I committed a great sin! As a knight, trying to harm my master!

 

It’s a sin that deserves death!”

 

I hadn’t really thought much about it until now, but now that I know that he was really in danger, I feel regret.

 

I can’t tell Benedict, because I’m afraid he’ll do something weird again.

 

Hmm.

 

What should I do?