The scenery greeted on the new bed was quite familiar.

To be precise, it was the bed I had been using every day for four years while attending the academy.

If it’s not new or not, it should be closer to the opposite.

Anyway, it was enough to make me feel unfamiliar because it was a bed I hadn’t seen for a while after graduation.

Yesterday I was a bit tired, so I fell asleep as soon as I returned to the academy.

Subdue the group of bandits stationed in Ormund Manor. Riding a wagon from dawn and moving all night to High Garden Marquis Baekryeong.

After reporting Baron Ormund to the Margrave of Highgarden, cross the Warp Gate to the Ecliptic. Return to the academy in a carriage for several hours.

It was a memory until yesterday that I trudged across the wide academy grounds where personal wagons could not enter, and threw myself into bed as soon as I returned to the Ministry of Magic dormitory.

I can’t say I’m completely exhausted yet.

One round of 2 wind magic was enough to blow away this level of drowsiness.

As I pointed my fingers toward my head and expressed refreshment, my head, which had been foggy and stuffy, instantly felt refreshed.

The body is in sufficient condition to carry on daily life.

Immediately after washing away the fatigue and grime accumulated for two days in the bathroom.

I changed into the academy student uniform I left behind in the dormitory.

Although there are still two weeks left until the start of the semester.

The clothes I was wearing had to be washed anyway.

Above all, it was the academy’s rule that any student entering the academy must wear a uniform.

After completing the assortment of students of the academy by conquest.

A purple badge proving that he was a member of the Ministry of Magic was worn on his chest.

“Something is missing.”

Come to think of it, I wasn’t wearing a cape.

The cloak he wore when he came out of his hometown was already dirty with the blood and dirt of the bandits.

Walking around the academy wearing this was unreasonable even in my opinion.

That’s why going outside without a cape is a little empty. The moment I opened the dormitory closet, wondering if there was anything to replace it.

“ah.”

I could confirm that a pair of navy blue cloaks, presumably quite expensive, were kept in a stiffly shaped state.

A cloak given as a gift by Lulu, a fellow student at the academy and one of the members of the Demon Suppression Team.

As soon as we met after a long time, nostalgic feelings rose up.

As soon as he remembered the fact that it was a cloak he had only worn once in his previous life.

My hand was already undone the finely folded cloak and draped it over my shoulder.

It was because he was from an aristocratic viscount in a half-way country. When I was in school, I tightened my belt and lived miserably.

The habit of saving gifts from others was also my bad habit.

I didn’t even wear this cloak once when I was in the academy.

It only started when the existing cloak was so worn out that I couldn’t wear it.

Of course, the first monster he faced with this cloak was a fire attribute monster, so the cloak, which was as good as new, burned down and became unusable within a day.

Besides, Lulu was participating in that battle as well.

Wearing clothes that had been given as gifts for a long time and burning them as soon as they came out, there was nothing to say even if they were cursed at.

It must have been even more so because it was a gift that I cherished and cherished in the midst of bad circumstances.

So as much as I couldn’t wear it in my previous life, I should wear it often enough to get tired of it in this life.

“Shall we meet Stella first?”

The reason for leaving the territory a little earlier than the scheduled start date was the subjugation of bandits in Baron Ormund.

It was also in order to meet Stella, who was the leader and hero of the demon subjugation force in the past, as soon as possible.

Even though he was corrupted by Cardia’s sword at the last moment and destroyed the world with her hands.

It was impossible to fade the achievements that had been made prior to the subjugation of the demon god Cardia.

There were moments when I was able to overcome many crises only because it was Stella.

Above all, she must have been a great person who deserved the title of the Hero of Hope before she was corrupted by the demonic sword.

It was already established that her power was needed in the process of eliminating the Dark Church.

So, first of all, I needed to rebuild my relationship with Stella from my academy days.

Naturally, my goal was set at the academy’s swordsmanship dormitory.

As I expected, I hope that Stella has already been to the ecliptic in time for admission.

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When I was in the academy in the past, there was a story I heard like a rumor.

Rumor has it that as soon as he entered the academy of Professor McDowell Arwen in the swordsmanship department, he was gang-raped by seniors in the department.

Professor McDowell’s class was famous for its rigorous process, even known to other departments.

It was not particularly impossible for the arrow of resentment to return to the professor’s daughter, Stella Arwen.

Still, there was a reason I dismissed this rumor as nonsense at the time.

The fact that no sanctions were imposed on the students who allegedly used violence against the professor’s daughter lowered the credibility of the rumor.

No matter how much the academy is a facility run by the order of power closer than the law.

Because I thought there was no way the academy would not have taken action even though violence without cause was openly committed.

More than anything else, it was the hunting festival day of the first semester of the third year, when Stella and I first met.

I even had the experience of witnessing her unbelievable potential right in front of my eyes.

It was difficult to imagine that a woman of that level would have succumbed to violence without hesitation.

No matter how much it happened a year ago, Stella’s skills had already been perfected over the years.

Maybe if it wasn’t for the bitter confession that came out of her mouth, I wouldn’t have imagined it like that for the rest of my life.

“After entering the academy, I couldn’t trust others very well. Fortunately, there must be someone like Mr. Conrad.”

Following that, through her self-help, I realized that the story of group violence was not a rumor.

The reason why she became the target of violence was because she was Professor McDowell’s daughter.

The student who caused the incident was not disciplined because she did not report the violence she suffered to the faculty.

The reason I didn’t report it was because I thought that Stella was Professor McDowell’s adopted son, not his biological son, so I thought that I might cause damage to Professor McDowell, my adoptive father, by doing something for nothing.

While she passed by with such an ambiguous response, the violent incident she suffered was forgotten as it was.

I only know Stella after she became a sophomore at the academy, but she had a history of saying that she became more wary of others after entering the academy.

Perhaps, after that incident, some of the unreasonable things that bothered her gradually made her personality colder.

The way of peace that Stella advocated as she fell was also not without the influence of these events.

So, in this life, I moved quickly to take the position of the first senior I met at the academy so that she wouldn’t feel unreasonable.

It seemed that the academy senior position, which he would face for the first time this time, had already been taken away.

“Are you the daughter of that goddamn Professor McDowell, huh?”

A dark back alley near the academy’s swordsmanship dormitory.

I was able to find Stella surrounded by students from the swordsmanship department who were presumed to be in the 2nd or 4th year.

Looking at the situation, I was able to notice at once that it was the scene of collective violence that I had heard about in the past.

Should I say it’s good timing? I’d say it’s bad timing.

It was a moment that fit so wonderfully that it could be considered a joke of fate.

“That’s right.”

The prospective freshman, surrounded by seniors in the swordsmanship club, answered with straight eyes.

Blond ponytails down to her back.

Innocent blue eyes.

Even the full plate mail, the same outfit as her symbol.

It was something I had seen every day for several years in my previous life.

There was no way I wouldn’t recognize him just because he was a little younger.

“Can I ask why the seniors called me?”

Even though five or six seniors surrounded her, her eyes remained straight and did not waver.

Even if he was an adopted child, his spirit definitely resembled Professor McDowell.

“Haa, it’s arrogant to even say it in case someone isn’t the professor’s daughter.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t like the shit you say. Where do you confidently raise your eyes in front of your seniors?”

One of the group continued to question Stella, who seemed to have no idea why.

“Your father is now the academy’s swordsmanship professor, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Then why did we call you, huh?”

“… I’m sorry, but I’m not sure.”

“under. It’s frustrating, really!”

The 4th year swordsman who pushed Stella against the wall slammed his palm against the wall.

The blond young lady slightly flinched at his accidental action.

“My father shouldn’t have to apologize for not giving me bad grades, tick tick tick, dude!”

“… … .”

Maybe it’s because the first thing he said when he first met the daughter of his department professor was so absurd.

Stella tilted her head with a puzzled expression.

“Why is that why I have to apologize?”

“… What?”

“teacher… My father’s academy classes are supervised by my father, so I don’t understand why I have to apologize to my seniors.”

“This is the answer to the senior… .”

“And isn’t the reason why you didn’t get good grades because your academic performance wasn’t that good? Why do I have to apologize to my seniors for that part?”

“… … .”

The expression of the 4th year swordsmanship club quietly hardened at the obvious opinion that came out of her mouth.

“This ruthless bitch is really… .”

His fists against the wall began to clench quietly.

“You’ll come to your senses when this damn bitch is right?”

“If you use unreasonable violence against me for a ridiculous reason, I will not stand still without resisting… .”

“Where have you tried it? If the academy professor’s daughter swings her fist around before entering the school, there will be a lot of good news, right?”

“… … .”

Stella’s hand touched the handle of the thing wrapped around her waist, and he hesitated whether to pull it out or not.

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Judging from the character I knew, I thought it was strange that she didn’t resist unjust violence in the past.

The threat of blackmail, which was perfect for Stella, an academy freshman, seemed to make her hesitate.

“Looking at it, it doesn’t seem like there’s even a single corner that resembles that damn old man McDowell… .”

Stella’s complex started to come out of the bully’s mouth.

I’ve already seen enough of the situation so far.

It was time to intervene and rescue her.

It was impossible to make Stella suffer from unjust violence and distrust of human beings like in her previous life.

“As it turned out, it wasn’t my real daughter, but somewhere under the bridge, Zucker Huh?!”

The magic bullet that jumped out of the tip of my staff hit the side of the head of the guy who was talking just now.

It was a carefully aimed blow, so I probably won’t get back up for a while.

“What, what is it?”

“What a bastard!”

The group panicked at the magic bullet that suddenly flew in and began to look around.

“Over there, the navy blue cloak, that’s him!”

All eyes were focused on me as one of them pointed a finger at me.

“What are you!”

“Are you a mistress of the Ministry of Magic? yes?”

“Who are you to intervene in the swordsmanship club?”

Stella, who had already been the first target, had disappeared without even thinking about it.

An atmosphere that signaled the beginning of a disturbing battle began to drift between me and them.