Academy’s New Guard is Unusual - Chapter 53

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Episode 53
In the end, I managed to bring twelve squads under my command.
Not entirely, of course. It was more that Squad 42 would now handle the task distribution for each of those squads.
Still, that was more than enough. I’d never expected much from the Security Corps to begin with.
As long as they kept the watch without gaps and called me first if anything came up, I was satisfied.
The task distribution happened after morning roll call.
When the distribution time came, twelve squads gathered with ours. With nearly a third of them assembled, all eyes inevitably fell on us.
The first to react was Bedrick. His face darkened as he urgently sought out the commander of the Security Corps.
“Look at that. We need to disband it immediately.”
The commander turned his gaze toward us. But he soon looked away.
“What’s the problem?”
“……Well, a single squad operating over ten squads is clearly a violation of protocol—”
“Doesn’t matter. As long as the work gets done.”
The commander dismissed it curtly and left. His attitude was the complete opposite of before, when he’d tried to transfer me to another squad.
It was Logan’s doing.
Logan was among the top five in the academy. With someone like that directly vouching for me, the commander would likely leave me alone from here on.
Bedrick glared at me. I gave him a casual wave.
Bedrick’s face crumpled further. It was nearly folding in on itself.
“Ha, do you think you’re the only one who can gather people? Come over here!”
Bedrick called out eagerly. A few squads moved toward him. But it was fewer than five.
Of course. The elite Security Corps was structured so each squad operated independently. Those five squads moved only because they sensed a threat from our growing size.
“Well, this is just right! You know what they say—having too much is better than too little! If you can’t manage it, you’ll be held responsible!”
Bedrick, his face flushed, shouted while spittle flew.
He had a point. The faces of the squad leaders gathered around us were all sour.
Though they’d been dragged here after losing a duel, they’d definitely bite at the first opening they got.
Still, I wasn’t particularly worried.
‘Because Hanswell is here.’
I turned my gaze toward Hanswell.
I’d entrusted all task distribution to Hanswell. He was handling the distribution for a total of thirteen squads, including Squad 42, in one fell swoop.
It was work even the commander of the Security Corps couldn’t have managed.
Yet Hanswell was grinning broadly. He looked as if he’d won the lottery.
He even licked his lips while eyeing Bedrick. But when his gaze met mine, Hanswell let out a small cough.
“Ahem, with four squads, the task distribution would become very smooth. Of course, merging squads through force is absolutely not acceptable—it’s just that when men gather, scuffles inevitably break out. That’s simply a more wholesome way than having them wager money over such things……”
Hanswell rambled on, his eyes still fixed on Bedrick.
“Of course, I’m not saying this was justified. We must ensure something like this doesn’t happen again.”
Hanswell spoke seriously.
He seemed to have barely regained his composure. Though not much of it remained.
‘He gets more excited the more work he has to handle—’
He was definitely not normal.
Hanswell immediately began the task distribution. It was thirteen squads’ worth of work assignments, but he went through it without a hitch.
He knew exactly how many people each task required.
When there were more people than needed for a task, he reassigned the excess to other squads. He even considered how skilled each reassigned member was at their new squad’s work.
The task distribution was so flawless, I wondered if he’d been imagining doing it solo every day.
Even I found it impressive. What would the other squad leaders think?
The squad leaders, who’d been full of complaints, stared at Hanswell as if they’d seen a ghost.
“Any questions?”
Hanswell asked with ease.
The squad leaders, who’d been looking for any fault to find, fell silent.
The situation was actually much improved from before. Who would object?
Just then, one squad leader raised his hand. It was Kuren, the leader of Squad 18, who’d lost to me first.
The corners of Hanswell’s eyes rose in a small arc.
“Yes, Kuren of Squad 18. What would you like to know?”
Hanswell asked as if urging him on. He seemed pleased to receive a question. I let out a quiet sigh.
“Ah, well—how do you know all the tasks of every other squad?”
The other squad leaders all nodded at the same time.
Even Bedrick, watching from a distance, nodded.
Hanswell’s eyes narrowed as if he’d heard an odd question.
“As a deputy commander of the Support Squad, understanding the tasks of other squads is basic knowledge, isn’t it? How else could I go out to provide support without knowing what work needs to be done?”
The squad leaders’ expressions grew even stranger.
“No more questions? Feel free to ask anything.”
Hanswell urged them once more, but no one raised their hand again.
‘All I need to do is gather the squads, and Hanswell will normalize the Security Corps on his own.’
That’s how the task distribution ended without a single issue.
The squad leaders returned looking considerably more docile.
Only then did Squad 42 gather.
“Now we’ll distribute Squad 42’s tasks. First, fifteen squads sent support requests specifically asking for Grave. Historic, really. Everyone applaud.”
Only Milo and Volcan clapped.
Scarlet watched quietly in my direction. Seeing her grit her teeth, it looked like today she’d be drinking even more heavily than usual.
“But since there’s a lecture today, you’ll need to head to the Main Building.”
‘So he’s even memorized my lecture schedule.’
I let out a quiet sigh inside.
Then Milo raised his hand from beside me.
“I’ll go to the Main Building too!”
“Milo, only one person supports the Main Building.”
“I’m going!!”
“Impossible.”
Hanswell spoke firmly.
Without hesitation, Milo stripped off his shirt.
“Please send me! Support for the Main Building!!”
“Making a fuss won’t help.”
Hanswell, who normally would have given in by now, held firm. But Milo didn’t back down either.
“Should I take off my pants?”
Milo grabbed the waistband of his trousers as he spoke.
“You’re not a child, and threatening to strip is—”
Before Hanswell could finish, Milo yanked off his pants and threw them aside.
Thump.
Hanswell squeezed his eyes shut.
“P-put your pants back on! This is absolutely disgraceful!”
“Not until you send me to support the Main Building!”
“Fine! Go! To the Main Building, now!”
Hanswell shouted in exasperation.
“See? Why do you always have to be difficult? Hehe.”
Milo grinned as he pulled his pants back on.
In a way, he was quite something.
So Milo and I headed to the Main Building together.
“What are you going to teach us?”
Milo asked, his eyes sparkling.
I pictured the students who would be in the Lecture Hall.
They were all trash-tier students that suited Evangeline perfectly.
Teaching is only possible with people who understand reason. My students were closer to beasts than human beings.
Would beasts understand human speech?
“I’m going to work them hard.”
I flexed my hands casually.
“Poor things.”
Milo clicked his tongue and made a clumsy sign of the cross.
* * *
Andy slowly surveyed the faces of those around her.
The first person she noticed was Rosa, whose exposed areas far outnumbered her covered ones. Rosa was dangling her feet over the desk, and the elaborate snake tattoo drawn on her leg writhed like a living thing.
“What are you staring at?”
Flustered, Andy hurriedly averted her gaze.
Then she saw a young girl holding a Black Rabbit Doll.
It was Luna. Luna was in conversation with someone.
“Keke, so the legend begins at last.”
Who was she talking to?
Andy was confused, then startled. The rabbit doll in Luna’s hand was looking in her direction. Luna was having a conversation with the doll.
Horrified, Andy quickly turned her head the other way.
There was a blonde, plump woman.
Vivienne, the shame of the Imperial Family. Despite her stature and status, she was crouched down, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
Rosa, Luna, Vivienne—they were all trash-tier students without exception.
And the worst of them was—
“This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.”
“What now?”
Andy asked Evangeline with a note of reluctance.
“Well, you know that person. What’s his name—”
“Grave.”
“Right! Anyway! Someone said they like him, didn’t they? If there’d been any hint before, fine. But suddenly telling me not to like him? It’s absolutely ridiculous.”
“That’s exactly what you normally do.”
“I’m different because I’m beautiful! Extremely so!”
Evangeline declared confidently. Luna, who’d been watching her, gently stroked the rabbit doll and shook her head.
“He definitely likes me! It’s a new strategy! He’s trying to get my attention on purpose! Ugh, it’s so exhausting!”
“I don’t think so.”
“What would you know?”
“I’m a man.”
“Oh, right.”
Evangeline suddenly looked Andy up and down with a narrow gaze.
“What’s with that look?”
“Well, I mean, so that’s probably not it?”
“Yeah, definitely not.”
Andy nodded firmly with conviction.
The way Grave looked at Evangeline was, at best, ‘I want to hit her.’ There was absolutely no hint of attraction.
“Good. I didn’t care much for him anyway.”
“Then that settles it.”
“……But it’s strange, isn’t it?”
“Strange how?”
“I mean, how could anyone not like me? With looks like these?”
Evangeline lowered her dragonfly-patterned glasses, revealing her face. Her beauty was so striking that even another woman would lose her mind.
Her delusional assertion was absurd enough to seem almost reasonable.
“It’s strange. Truly strange.”
Evangeline, glasses back on, muttered to herself.
Grave was certainly strange.
He was stronger than most professors and had plenty of money, yet he worked as a Security Corps member. And yet he taught lectures naturally.
He was a man you couldn’t easily read.
“You’re right, he is a strange one.”
Just then, Rosa tilted her head and spoke. There was something in her voice that grated on the ear.
Andy, intimidated by Rosa’s menacing appearance, found her gaze dropping of its own accord.
“It’s not something a student exposing herself because of The Church’s oppression should be saying, is it?”
Evangeline spoke in a low voice.
What was she—
“What?”
Rosa bolted to her feet.
Rosa was as tall as any man, and she had tattoos covering her body. Her presence was intimidating.
Evangeline, what are you trying to do—
Andy looked away in panic.
“Hey, Andy.”
Because Evangeline was staring at her with an audacious and alarmed expression.
‘This trash-tier bitch, seriously—’
Andy desperately shook her head.
“No, I didn’t say that—”
“You tiny-dicked rat—”
“Andy’s bigger than a rat’s dick!”
“What?! Evangeline!”
Rosa, fists clenched, strode forward.
“Andy. When I count to three, you all attack together. One, two—”
“No, why am I—”
Just then, the front door burst open roughly.
A tall man in Security Corps uniform entered. It was Grave.
Standing on the platform, Grave slowly surveyed the Lecture Hall. The students flinched at his cold, dark eyes.
Grave’s presence was subtly different from the orientation.
“Take your seats.”
Grave commanded flatly.
Andy hurried to her seat.
Evangeline was in an ambiguous position, neither sitting nor standing.
Rosa, a smirk on her face, spoke to Grave.
“Why me?”
Grave’s index finger pointed at Rosa. A dark, murky energy dripped from the fingertip. A vicious Curse.
“What—”
Grave whispered flatly.
“Oppression.”
The black Curse clung to Rosa like an insect. Rosa, startled, drew up her Sacred Power, but she was already engulfed in black Curse.
Grave’s index finger traced from above downward.
The Curse followed the motion—
Boom! Rosa’s head slammed into the ground.
Casting a Curse at a student without warning.
As everyone panicked, Grave spoke in a flat voice.
“Class begins.”
Evangeline quietly sat down in her chair.

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