The Only Male Student in the Academy

100. Post Processing (3)

-f*ck!

-f*ck!

Claire brandished a club.

An incomparably crude club. Even if you hit a person hard, it will only make a loud sound, but it won’t do any damage.

That’s why it was exquisite.

It’s not a blow enough to break bones, but it’s enough to tear skin.

If you repeat it countless times, you can create a pitiful life as the number of scratches increases.

“K, Claire Entirus…”

“Oh, Jin-senpai. I told you not to move, did I~?”

Laughing, Claire doesn’t stop swinging her stick.

“Ah! Evil!”

Screams continued to erupt right in front of my eyes, but Claire’s expression didn’t change much.

Even while hitting him, he continued his words while looking at Jin as if nothing was wrong.

“You said with your own mouth that you wouldn’t move~? If you move even a little, what should I do…. Will I kill you as expected?”

“…….”

At that, Jin had no choice but to shut her mouth.

It wasn’t just Jin. Jayca, Lapisca, Benit, …… And even Belairam, who defends justice more than anyone else, was terrified.

It seems that he is witnessing madness.

Normally, she would have been an elegant and classy noble lady. Beating up with a smile…… Rather ruined.

Crazy in the sense of demeaning.

At the same time, it also has the meaning of executioner.

Everyone knows that being treated with a club like a knave is actually being looked after.

If you clumsily block it, it will really cost you a few lives.

Everyone in this room was feeling it.

“Next, Della-senpai.”

Her ferocity has no mercy.

Even those who were injured in the previous suicide attack were forced to stand up.

Claire hit with a club.

-f*ck!

“Uh, ugh…”

An attack aimed at the head.

Della reflexively blocks her club attack with her slender arms.

“Huh~? You’re blocking it~? Did you block it now? So where do you keep blocking it?”

-f*ck! f*ck! Puck!

“Aww…”

Della’s stance breaks down due to Claire’s merciless attack and she falls.

But that didn’t stop the assault.

Claire kicked it as it was.

Grab the table and hit it.

– Kwajik.

“Aagh!”

Della was laid on the table.

Then, with a chuckle, Claire gently steps on Della’s head.

“You tried to kill people. Hold on.”

“Ah…”

“It’s a shame, Della-senpai. It was a party like ours~. But you couldn’t believe they did something like that behind the scenes and tried to kill me~? Our Marquis of Entirus must have lost their prestige, I’m stumped.”

– Pleasant!

Just like that, Claire kicked Della in the head.

A stunned Della rolls across her floor and gets pinned against a wall.

“Everyone, listen carefully. The reason you survived is because Jin Kartix sunbaenim knelt down on her knees begging her to take care of you. You’re such a grateful person, right?”

After saying that, Claire sat on Jin’s shoulder.

Jin had to endure the weight of Claire pushing down with only his shoulder and neck strength.

“I’m sorry…”

“Does anyone think it’s unreasonable to be beaten? You’re welcome to come out.”

The jean on Claire’s hips is moaning, but regardless, Claire twists his legs to put more weight on him.

No one came in front of Claire.

Who wants to lose their life…… None of these were there.

There is no one here who does not know that the current treatment is very moderate.

“Everyone seems to have a good understanding. All of you who are quick to understand, you all know…Isn’t it too light?”

Claire came down from Jean’s shoulders and jumped out.

Somehow, he grabbed Evans by the collar.

Throw it straight to the floor.

“Chehehe…”

“It’s a minor wound. If you get treated by the priests, it will heal in a few days. It only hurts for a moment.”

-f*ck! Puck!

Step on, kick, hit.

Meanwhile, Claire thinks. This is nothing more than a performance.

Well, it’s not that it doesn’t work.

I think he instilled some fear by kneeling the person in charge, deliberately showing that he could have killed him in an emergency, and beating him up to the point where he wanted to be severe.

The pain and fear engraved in the body are hard to escape. I’ve made it so that there is no climbing in the middle of the day.

At the same time, by naming herself instead of Ariel.

I even prevented unnecessary sparks from flying on Ariel.

‘But he’s weak.’

Finishing things like this is, after all, a weak disposition.

Of course, it is not meaningless to use a weak disposition. It can leave the impression that you have shown mercy.

Even so, if you look at Claire’s values, the one who kills will leave no regrets.

Would you say that just keeping them alive will eventually leave you with an element of anxiety?

If you can’t rule out the slightest possibility…… , There will be no choice but to make an effort to reduce the possibility even a little more.

“The ringleader is senior Evans, right?”

Looking at Evans crawling under his feet, Claire asks.

I didn’t expect an answer from Evans.

You can roughly tell just by looking at the reactions around you.

“Hey, Claire…”

“What did you think you were doing this for? Even attracting the littlest people?”

Tuk-tuk.

Claire ran her foot around Evans’ head as if rolling a soccer ball.

“Well, whatever the reason is, it’s fine. The important thing is that you almost killed me, the daughter of the Marquess of Entirus. So, you should pay for it, right?”

-Charleureuk.

Claire took out the papers and threw them at Evans’ head.

On that paper,

It was written as a corpse donation certificate.

“I’ll have to pay with my life for trying to take your life, but I won’t kill Jin-senpai because he begs me like that. ──Instead, the honor that is more precious than life is yours.”

Although Claire thinks that things after his own death are fine.

Claire knows that there are many nobles who are not like that.

‘A corpse is just an empty shell.’

But as much as he was born with a noble body, he seems to think that his body is also noble.

After all, the body is just a sack of meat, and whether you are aristocrats, commoners, lowly people, or royalty, the structure is the same.

What is the meaning of making a coffin pretty?

What is the meaning of putting pretty makeup on a corpse?

Likewise, Claire doesn’t care if he hacks up the corpse after he dies or does something like necrophilia…… Well, I think it’s good.

No matter how much I imagine what will happen after death, I’m not excited.

But.

“…Well, what are you going to do with our corpses?”

Biina, who had bruises all over her body, asked that.

It was a behavior worthy of her, who often serves as a cannon fodder. It’s not that she’s fearless, it’s that she’s willing to do what someone has to do.

“Well~? It would be a headache for me to receive your corpses, so I was thinking of throwing them to Ariel.”

“To that man…?”

“Because Ariel is an alchemist. I heard that human corpses can be used as ingredients for alchemy, right?”

Some of the students, including Beina, make terrible faces.

She may have even imagined her body being f*cked after she died. Alas, Ariel will be misunderstood today.

She knows Ariel that she doesn’t have that hobby. She, Ariel, would rather be warm and soft than cold and hard.

For her reference, her own body temperature is a bit on the high side.

“Any complaints?”

“…….”

“If you have any complaints, don’t tell me. Talk to your captain.”

Claire said, glancing at Evans.

A slave does not have anger at the person who enslaved him.

A prisoner has no anger at the person who imprisoned him.

If you put them together in one place, they divide themselves and fight each other.

Make an emotional trash can and pour it out.

“Give me the corpse donation form before the vacation is over and let’s all go out~.”

Claire didn’t catch them any longer and immediately threw them out.

Will there be a downer after this?

Or if Evans gets bullied, it’s none of Claire’s business to know.

The important thing is not to direct their anger toward themselves.

Even if it’s directed at you, don’t point it at Ariel.

Ariel would have hoped for a peaceful solution, but unfortunately such an ideal solution is rare.

Reality is ugliest.

“Then let’s finish talking.”

Seeing Jean still on her knees, Claire pulls up the chair Jean was sitting on and takes her seat.

Sit on the backrest as if to look.

It is a truly humiliating situation.

Jin knows that this incident must be endured as the Student Knights’ fault is great.

“I didn’t kill them as you said. I think the next course of action for those people will be dealt with within the Student Knights themselves.”

“……Thank you for being merciful.”

“Thanks? What is there to be thankful for, between us~.”

Chin.

While sitting in the chair, this time Claire put her foot on Jean’s shoulder.

Come to think of it, Jin didn’t do anything particularly wrong.

Still, considering her future, she has to recognize her own position.

“As much as I listened to you two, you will listen to us too, right? There was something I wanted just in time.”

The morning of the day to leave Count Findelnerca’s residence has arrived.

After changing her clothes and going outside, an unexpected person was waiting for her.

“…Senior Jaca Ancilla?”

“Good morning, Beherit.”

Since when have you been waiting in front of the door?

Judging by her face, her complexion seemed to have improved a lot, but her color was bright.

Still holding her crutches, she leaned against her wall.

Her It’s like I left her outside her door, She strangely feels her discomfort.

“What’s going on? I delegated all the post-processing to Claire.”

“Of course I know. I didn’t come here to say anything to Beherit, so you don’t have to be too vigilant.”

Jika with a big smile.

Even so, I couldn’t easily let go of my guard.

I knew what she was going to do in Chapter 2.

“Della asked me to deliver this.”

Saying that, Jay Carr held out something of hers to me.

Envelopes…… Look like that.

“I will not take it.”

“Oh? Why?”

“It’s not something that can be solved by an apology.”

Apart from trying to minimize this incident, I have no desire to forgive them.

And Della…… Although she only made friends for a day or two.

Still, I would be lying if I said that she didn’t feel betrayed by this incident.

“If what’s in that letter is an apology, I won’t accept it. Just tell him that you want Dell to feel the same way I did.”

“Really? If you think so, it can’t be helped.”

Jay Carr looked like she had something to say, but she didn’t dare say it.

Maybe she wanted to cover Della for her part.

Perhaps she understood my feelings, and put the letter back into her pocket.

“Then let’s get down to business.”

And then, as if he liked the letter,

Said Jay Carr, taking a small step forward of her.

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