The Sword Demon Tears People Apart

A Sunday morning greeted with damp underwear and a foul mood.
Luna came in the morning saying she had news to deliver, so I thought about asking her to do some underwear laundry too, but it seemed like sexual harassment no matter how I thought about it, so I gave up.
Come to think of it, what was the content again?
Maybe because I was a bit flustered, I can’t remember.
Anyway, after just drinking in my room, the next morning soon dawned.
Busy noises could already be heard from beyond the window.
Everyone seems busy from Monday morning.
Unfortunately.
Zeron lazed about in bed, then after a hard-fought battle, headed to the bathroom.
After refreshingly washing up and having a morning drink.
“Please eat your meals in the dining hall.”
Having even breakfast brought to his room by Luna, now there was nothing left to do.
He leaned on the windowsill and put a cigarette in his mouth.
The outside, which had been full of busy noises, became quiet.
Everyone must have gone to class.
Zeron stubbed out his cigarette butt and leisurely headed to the training ground.
It was a fairly spacious training ground attached to the faculty quarters.
“Let’s see…”
He drew two swords from his waist.
Shring-, a clear sound.
Feeling good for no reason, he swung his swords at the air and found his condition was quite good.
Suddenly, he recalled the dream he had the day before yesterday.
His dream self seemed almost like a god.
The sensation of being able to fight and win against the whole world with just one sword, no, even barehanded.
Zeron swung his sword, recalling that feeling.
Kwahak-!
An innocent scarecrow was cleanly cut in half.
This isn’t it…
Zeron tilted his head and concentrated mana on his feet.
Carefully placing his foot in the air, and then…
“Ah shit…!”
He almost lost his balance and fell.
As expected, it’s not like back then.
Walking on thin air, that’s something you might try after becoming a Grand Master.
Nevertheless, Zeron clearly remembered the sensation from then.
The feeling of walking on the ground as the mana in the air and the mana in his soles repelled each other appropriately.
Zeron swung his swords and kicked at the air in the training ground for a while.
He felt like he might understand a little bit.
*
Zeron left the training ground around lunchtime.
Since he hadn’t exerted himself much and hadn’t even broken a sweat, he leisurely headed towards the dining hall.
“Oh…”
Even though it was quite a spacious dining hall, with so many people…
Just as he was about to turn back to the dormitory, thinking he’d take another scolding from Luna:

-Why did you call me to a place like this?
A familiar voice was heard.
“Kid?”
The voice came from an alley a little way behind the dining hall.
Now, now… could this be that kind of situation?
Youth, huh…
Zeron raised the corner of his mouth slightly and kicked off the ground.
Thump-, with a light sound, his feet landed on the roof.
Looking down, he could see the kid.
In front of the kid was… a somewhat familiar brat and a knight who looked like a bodyguard.
But contrary to his thoughts, the atmosphere was quite hostile.
“Why do you think I called you?”
“I wonder. From the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like you’re planning to confess.”
“…How cheeky. Right. That’s exactly why.”
The brat irritably brushed back his hair.
Ah, I was wondering where I’d seen him, he’s the one who dueled with the kid.
I remember he used a spear, but I’m not sure if that’s right.
“Don’t forget your status, wench. You’re a commoner. No matter how big a company you’re the heir to, it doesn’t change your status. The Academy’s rules? That nobles and commoners are equal within these walls? How ridiculous. After graduating from the Academy, aren’t you afraid of the consequences then?”
“…What have I done to deserve this? I have no intention of disrespecting noble authority.”
“Your current attitude, words, actions. Don’t you know what ‘cheeky’ means?”
The kid hesitated for a moment, then seemed to be thinking about something.
Well, I understand what that brat is saying.
The kid was treated like a princess within the company.
She didn’t have to be mindful of others and could act confidently anywhere.
And that probably irritated him.
Usually, commoners don’t act like that in front of nobles.
“…I’m sorry, but I still don’t understand. What about me bothered you? If it’s about the duel last time…”
“You lowborn, until the end…!”
The brat, who had been trying to act calm, flushed red and raised his hand at the mention of the duel.
That’s troublesome.
Zeron lightly kicked off the roof.
“Eek!?”
As the kid flinched from the raised hand, Zeron blocked in front and grabbed the brat’s arm.
The expression of the knight guard behind him turned grim.
“Who are you! Let go of that hand!”
The knight instantly drew his sword and pointed it at Zeron’s neck.
Cheeky bastard.
Zeron glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then ignored him and looked down at the brat in front of him.
“Hey.”
“…Hey? You’re… Ah, that instructor from back then. From the entrance ceremony.”
A faint smile appeared on the brat’s lips.
“Right, you said you were also from David Company. Zeron was it? Step aside. If you’re a commoner, show proper respect.”
“Why are kids these days so lacking in manners? Is it really the end times?”
“What did you…?”
The brat’s expression crumpled, and
“You! Did you not hear the order to show respect!”
The knight shouted loudly.
He was still pointing his sword.
“Ha, brat.”
The tickling killing intent on his nape was quite irritating.
Zeron frowned.
Should I endure this or not.
It would be a bit troublesome if he got fired from the Academy.
Actually, he didn’t care about the Academy itself, but he had told David he’d guard the kid.
It didn’t seem likely that a dismissed teacher could come back as a guard.
“You! Quickly release your arm and show resp…”
Kwang-!
“Oops.”
Zeron frowned as he looked at the knight smashed into the wall.
He had kicked him out of habit.
The armor seems a bit broken and he’s coughing up some blood… but he’s not dead, so it should be fine.
“Wh-what! Sir Colson!”
The brat was startled and tried to turn around, but his arm was caught so he stopped abruptly.
He glared at Zeron as if he wanted to kill him.
“What are you doing!”
“Hmm… what should I do? Want to get hit too while we’re at it?”
“What are you saying!”
Though he was shouting, a faint fear appeared in the brat’s expression.
Watching that, Zeron pondered.
Since he tried to hit the kid’s cheek, should I just slap his cheek lightly?
“I guess that’s better. It was a bit shitty.”
“What are you…”
Thwack-!
He hit his cheek but it sounded like hitting a leather drum.
At that sound, Medea snapped back to reality and looked at the noble boy in front of her.
He was staring blankly with wide eyes, unable to even scream, his cheek covered in blood.
“Ah, mister…! This will cause big trouble…!”
Big trouble…
At those words, focus returned to the eyes of the noble boy, Padiol de Matein.
“Ugh… You…! Do you know who I…”
Thwack-!
“I am of the Matein Viscount family…!”
Thwack-!
“W-wait a moment…!”
Thwack-!
“…”
The brat went quiet.
It seems he lost consciousness.
Zeron let go of Matein or whatever his name was’s arm.
Thud-, he collapsed lifelessly on the ground.
Turning to look at the kid, he saw her face had turned pale white as she seemed to be thinking hard about something.
“Kid, what are you doing?”
“…What do you mean, what! I’m thinking about what to do since we’re screwed now!”
“Screwed? Why are we screwed? You don’t even have a dick.”
“Oh really…! Are you going to keep talking like that in this serious situation!?”
The kid’s face turned red as if her chest felt tight, and she stamped her feet.
Looking closely, there were even tears welling up in those big eyes.
“Should we just… run far away? Huh? If we go abroad with dad…”
“Oh my, your worries are piling up like a mountain.”
“Whose fault is this! You could have just let me get hit once!”
“That won’t do. How could I let such a tiny kid get hit?”
Zeron chuckled as he messed up the kid’s hair.
But the kid still couldn’t calm down.
“He’s a noble, a noble! If we make one wrong move, we’ll get tangled up in all sorts of things like insulting nobility and really be screwed!”
“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it, so don’t worry and go eat.”
“No…! This really isn’t something that can be brushed off like this!? Who knows what kind of retaliation the Matein Viscount family will bring!”
“Now, now, I said I’ll resolve everything. Don’t you trust me?”
“How can I trust you!”
At the answer that came out without a moment’s hesitation, Zeron slapped his forehead.
“I used to be quite influential in my own way…”
“Enough… mmpf…!”
“Okay, okay. For now, just pretend to believe me and go eat, will you?”
“Mmph!? Mmmph…!”
“Ah, spit!”
Zeron covered the kid’s mouth and carried her to the dining hall.
As expected, the kid didn’t want to spread this issue widely to the world, so she kept her mouth shut and cursed with her eyes.
Wiping the spit on his hand on his pants, Zeron patted the kid’s head.
“Eat a lot and grow up big. What’s with those breasts? You’re a girl.”
“Fuck… We’re really screwed…”
“Uh… are you very angry?”
Zeron hurriedly waved his hand and slipped back to the alley.
The brat and the knight were still lying unconscious on the ground.
Should I wake this one up first?
He lightly tapped the cheek of the brat who had turned into a bloody mess.
“Huk…!”
“Oh, you’re awake?”
“Wh-what were you thinking…!”
The brat’s eyes trembled.
They were filled with fear, shock, and a faint anger.
“You said you were from the Matein Viscount family, right?”
“Yes! You dare to Matein…!”
“Then call your dad here. Right here. Got it?”
“What are you thinking!”
“Ah, come on. Just do as I say.”
When he raised his hand, the brat flinched with a “Heek…!” and went quiet.
Zeron nodded with satisfaction and kicked the fallen knight lightly.
“Ungh…”
“Hey, I didn’t kick you that hard. Take your young master and go back home.”
“What… what happened…”
This one’s not coming to his senses.
Zeron sighed and asked the brat.
“Hey, how long does it take to go to and come back from your home?”
“…It would take about eight days by carriage.”
“Eight days? Hmm… well, fine. Then I’m going. Make him come to his senses and leave quickly.”
“…You’ll regret this. I didn’t intend to make this such a big issue.”
“Regret what? Just go quickly when I’m letting you go.”
The brat gritted his teeth, then took care of the knight and left.
He’s quite tough in his own way.
If he hadn’t messed with our kid, this wouldn’t have happened.
“Well, what can you do. Life is a series of choices.”
Zeron hummed as he hurried his steps towards the training ground.
Glancing at his hand, it was stained red with the brat’s blood.
A faint scent of blood rising.
His mood lifted a little.
“Hmm, somehow I feel like I could do it now.”
His cloudy eyes gleamed faintly.

*

Of course, he failed.