I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 216

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Episode 216

“We’re… we’re going to the Western Front together?”

Franco spoke as if screaming.

At that statement, Obel asked back with a surprised expression.

“Yeah, if you’re going, why can’t I, your older brother, go? Let’s go together and prove that bastard Paran’s judgment is wrong.”

“Yes…!”

As one became two, their conviction in the decision became even more solid.

The contagious power of emotion is stronger than anything else.

“Me too! I’ll show that I’m not someone who does nothing!”

“When everyone’s risking their lives fighting, how could I cowardly hide behind and hold my head up later? I’m going too!”

Roommates making up their minds and jumping up from their seats.

Emotional changes, and cadets taking action.

This wasn’t limited to Room 9, similar scenes were unfolding in other rooms as well.

* * *

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of sword clashing against sword.

Naturally, one was mine.

The other belonged to Ackentz, Deputy Knight Commander of the Bolid Count’s Family.

Clang!

Swords colliding once more without exchanged words.

I utilized Hamus Swordsmanship as much as possible to defend and aimed for gaps in his attacks.

“Haah!”

An attack thrusting toward his side.

I thought it was quite sharp, but the difference in skill was too great.

Clang! Clang!

“Ah.”

In just two exchanges, not only was I blocked, but my movements were completely sealed.

“Let’s stop here.”

“Yes…! I learned a lot.”

We lowered our swords and bowed to each other as courtesy.

“It’s the same Hamus Swordsmanship, but it’s definitely different. I’ll watch and learn as much as I can while you’re here.”

“Ah… yes, though I wonder if there’s anything to learn.”

By the way, Count Bolid asked if it was okay to teach Hamus Swordsmanship to others.

I gave permission.

‘It would be ridiculous to try to monopolize this by force.’

You might think I should ask Hamus about it.

But considering what I’ve been through with that troublesome gentleman, why would I ask?

It’s fine to just do it.

“Please spar with me once too!”

“I’d also like to request a match!”

The sight of everyone being stronger than me yet requesting sparring matches.

Something is seriously wrong here.

“Uh… one at a time.”

I continued sparring on a first-come, first-served basis.

As opponents became more varied, the patterns diversified too, accumulating much more beneficial experience than I had expected.

However, if there was a problem.

“When you’re finished, could I also request a match!”

“Huh…? I think we should stop here for today.”

“What? Couldn’t we go just until me? I’m really stuck, you see. Just once, please!”

“I’d also like to request a match! I feel like I need to clash directly to get a sense of this movement.”

Sparring requests that never decreased no matter how many I did.

There was no end in sight.

‘Come on, people. Please stop.’

Each sparring match uses considerable energy.

I can’t even remember how many times I’ve done this now.

“Ah! So there was such a principle here. How did you come up with such an idea!”

Count Bolid, who was off duty and not at the Imperial Palace but swinging his sword alone in a corner of the manor’s training ground, suddenly raised his voice.

And where he headed was.

“Lieutenant Colonel, would a sparring match be possible? I want to confirm what I just realized.”

‘Ah, shit.’

A request I couldn’t possibly refuse.

It really is disgustingly helpful.

But my muscles had to cry out from sparring that continued until sunset.

“Ugh.”

“Are you alright?”

“Not alright at all.”

I shook my head at Aurora’s question as she brought in water to drink.

“Please take some rest while doing it.”

“I should. I should do that.”

I’m really a workaholic too.

When I finally got a chance to rest after so long, I voluntarily came to the Bolid Count’s house.

‘But then again, if I rest, there’s really nothing to do except read novels.’

Strictly speaking, it’s not that there are no entertainment options.

But since this is wartime and my status is military, I can’t bring myself to do them.

‘The military gentlemen who still go to gambling halls and bars in situations like this are amazing.’

Looking at this, being too stupid to think about the future has its own advantages.

“Aurora, what do you do when you rest?”

“Hmm, I go to cafes with my husband to have tea and chat, or I make clothes by knitting as a hobby.”

“I see.”

Those were very ordinary hobbies.

‘Knitting, maybe I should try it sometime too.’

Since it’s repetitive action, wouldn’t it be good for emotional stability?

My mind has been quite anxious lately.

“You should try going to a cafe. If you’d like, I can recommend a famous place.”

“Later. If I go to a cafe now, I probably won’t be able to stay quiet.”

It might be celebrity syndrome.

Really, when I walk around the streets these days, many people recognize me.

Especially young people, as if some kind of composite sketch was circulated, they go “Wow! It’s Paran Oclo!” and such.

‘At this rate, I’ll really ascend to super-presidency.’

The way Walden looks at me is also unusual.

I feel like he’ll soon suggest releasing toys with my name on them.

“You’re definitely very popular these days. My friends keep asking me if the Young Master I serve is really that Young Master.”

“Ah, really, why is everyone like this.”

Of course, I should be grateful for the public’s love.

They’re the ones buying those ridiculous 47-gold clothes now.

‘Let me enjoy this briefly. When I go to the Western Front, no one will care again.’

This leisure, this popularity.

All of this is possible because this is the capital, which is not just warm but leisurely.

“By the way, did Father say he’d have dinner and come back tonight?”

“Yes, he went to an emergency Academy Operations Committee meeting and said he might not be able to return today.”

“You must have a headache.”

This is another socially famous issue these days.

The Academy Student Council is said to be desperately opposing the Emperor’s military enlistment request.

Especially since Rior Imperial Academy, the Empire’s finest, is at the center of this, it’s causing quite an uproar.

‘These bastards just don’t get it.’

Honestly, when I first heard about it, I thought it was South Korean-style conscription and naturally thought their desperate opposition was justified.

Who wants to go to the military?

Even I would have tied a headband around my head and gone out cursing everything except the Imperial Court.

But what do you know.

This is only for volunteers.

“Kids who need some money can just go, and well-off kids can study as usual. Right?”

“That’s right. I don’t understand why they’re acting like this either.”

Aurora shook her head as if she couldn’t understand it.

I looked up at the ceiling for a moment and thought it over.

‘There’s definitely something going on.’

Haven’t I experienced South Korea now?

I’m sure the Emperor must have put in some ridiculous special benefits for enlistment.

‘But now that it’s come to this, he has his pride, so he can’t remove whatever those special benefits are.’

From my perspective, this is already a mess.

My father, who used to donate money out of love for his alma mater and even participate in operating committee activities, has stepped in shit.

‘Working hard. Paying money and suffering.’

If you call this an ability, then it’s an ability.

“Since it’s wartime, it’ll be resolved somehow soon.”

If this were peacetime, they could drag this out for years with just this one issue.

But it’s wartime, isn’t it?

I don’t think it’ll last more than a week.

‘More importantly, the Adits Empire will use this for propaganda purposes.’

Students of the Raikhan Empire, frightened by war, protest because they don’t want to join the military.

There’s already a headline right there.

“Yes, I think so too. And is there anything specific you’d like for dinner?”

“Dinner…”

Pizza sounded quite appealing, but it seemed a bit much to eat after training hard.

“Please prepare something healthy. Training food.”

“Yes, understood. Please rest.”

Aurora, having heard the menu request, left the room.

‘Come to think of it, I really need to choose from the Imperial Storehouse now.’

If I drag this out too much, there’s a 0.1 percent chance it might become a non-issue.

“Damn, why isn’t there a list or something?”

You know how there’s a duty-free catalog when you get on a plane?

It would be really nice if they provided something like that for the Imperial Storehouse.

Anyway, they lack consideration.

‘Someone to ask… there is one person.’

It might not be helpful, but in a way, he might know about real treasures.

Hamus.

It’s about time to meet him.

“I think I probably got over 90 points.”

Though it was just one day today, I had really diverse experiences.

Since I observed various movements related to Hamus Swordsmanship through collective intelligence, I’m confident I gained at least 1 point.

Of course, I need to check, so system…

“Okay! Tomorrow!”

When did I ever say I’d do it now?

For now, I need to read volume 14 of Domain Reconstruction Chronicles that came out hot yesterday.

‘This bastard, from what I can see, will probably turn all citizens into debtors later.’

It’s clearly a domain reconstruction story, but with recent excessive wish-fulfillment, he’s already doing too well.

Soon he’ll probably extort the Emperor and even establish a bank.

“But this is also the appeal.”

At this rate, won’t it reach its conclusion when the time comes?

‘Just don’t go on hiatus.’

What if it really goes on hiatus?

Then what choice would I have?

I’d have to use the Intelligence Agency or Besinia to track him down and make him enlist.

* * *

“Learning cannot become a weapon. The reason our seniors studied here wasn’t to kill someone, was it?”

“That’s why they’re only accepting volunteers.”

Current Operating Committee Chairman Duke Velburn said while looking at Student Council President Siana.

Her answer was simple.

“Everyone is moving with the same mindset, and the Student Council merely represents the students’ will.”

“Right now the Student Council is creating lists to indirectly threaten…”

“Duke Velburn, I would appreciate it if you didn’t pressure the Student Council students with inaccurate stories.”

Professor Dosent, who was the Academy’s political science professor and called a giant in academic circles, cut off Duke Velburn’s words.

“Professor, the Empire currently needs soldiers with excellent minds.”

“Students are children who should be studying. You want to send such children to the battlefield? How did this war expand to this extent?”

Professor Dosent acted like a giant shield blocking attacks directed at the Student Council.

No matter how much of a duke he was, he couldn’t be rude to someone who was a giant in academic circles and had been his teacher during his Academy days.

“Professor, I know you oppose the war, but it has already begun. We must prioritize victory.”

“If that victory must be achieved with students’ blood, wouldn’t it be right to stop even now? Just how much more blood must we see to be satisfied?”

“His Majesty…”

“If there’s a problem with my thoughts and words, and His Majesty is enraged, then arrest me. With little life left, I won’t bend my will out of mere fear of death.”

Professor Dosent had no intention of wavering even slightly.

And he wasn’t the only one thinking this way.

“We are people who research learning, not people who train in techniques for killing others. I wish you wouldn’t try to lure them in with money as bait.”

“Honestly, when I first heard about it, I felt quite unpleasant as a scholar.”

“Would the Student Council kids have done this if it weren’t serious?”

With Professor Dosent taking the center, not all but several professors aligned their opinions.

The situation became quite awkward for the nobles who came as operating committee members and seniors.

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