Thud!
In front of the dignity of the large and powerful magic cannon, the pet guy seemed to lose strength in his legs and sat down with a thud.
Well, since the majesty of over-technology is lurking right in front of his eyes, it would be disappointing if such a reaction didn't come out.
Around the time the mana condensed at the muzzle of the magic cannon became even more powerful and dangerous aura surged, Ailon's bright voice was heard.
"Professor! I think it's over?"
Following the end of Ailon's gaze, the pet fainted while sitting down.
"I see."
A conclusion where he just fires would have been better, but I definitely drove a nail in saying 'the defeat of the side that becomes unable to declare defeat'.
If I don't finish it here, my image might rather worsen.
Since I am in a position where I have to take care of even my image due to favorability farming now.
"You there. Throw this guy away where he should be."
I left the cleanup to the Torres guy.
As he was already restless, he carefully carried Jesse on his back and exited the lecture room as soon as my words fell.
Silence hovered in the lecture room.
Certainly, Ailon's magic cannon is shocking.
Since my precious meat shields... no, disciples seem frozen, I should change the atmosphere with a warm welcome speech for now.
"...Nice to meet you. I am Lucas von Kraus. The professor in charge of the 'All About Combat' course."
Considering I was nervous, the first greeting came out smoothly.
Good.
"'All About Combat' will consist of basic common sense about combat and real combat training for you. During the 5 years at Glasco, you will learn how to fight demons, win, and survive. This lecture basically focuses on dealing with demons, but the grand premise is your own strength."
Huh?
Was I this eloquent with words?
It flows out fluently as if it's not me speaking.
Perhaps, I might be a genius of speeches?
"You were chosen by me. I saw talent in you, so prove that my eyes were not wrong."
"Yes!"
A thunderous answer burst through the awkward air.
This sensation, might not be bad?
***
Red light licks right in front of the eyes.
A huge aura pressured as if crushing the whole body.
The surrounding gazes were all mocking.
Nothing... could be done.
"I, I losht.."
"... ..."
"I, I'm sori..."
"Yo... ...kay..."
"Please spare me!"
"Y, Young Master!"
Jesse Athlon raised his body violently.
His body was full of cold sweat, and the smell of disinfectant and a strange stench were piercing his nose.
Ailon and Professor Lucas were nowhere to be seen, and only Torres was guarding his side.
"A, Are you okay, Y, Young Master?"
Torres said while wiping away Jesse's cold sweat repeatedly with a wet towel.
"What... is this."
"Th, Y, Young Master, you w, were n, nervous so...."
"Don't stutter and speak properly, you...."
Severe curses rose up to the tip of his throat, but he couldn't spit them out.
As the situation from a while ago was remembered, rather the humiliating memory hovering in his head, and the inferiority complex towards Torres who was chosen by Lucas surged up.
He swallowed the words behind and dropped his head.
'Uh, huh?'
The, lower body... the pants changed.
"Th, that is, w, well...."
Ha.
I could guess without Torres's explanation.
The stench mixed in the disinfectant smell piercing the nose since earlier.
That is coming from Torres.
Precisely, it is coming from Torres's back.
Torres's back and his own pants.
Humiliating.
"Get out."
Not just fainting but incontinence too.
And the one who cleaned up had to be Torres!
Self-loathing surges up vigorously.
"Y, Young Master. I, I am o, okay...."
"Fuck this, really...."
Thwack!
I threw whatever I could grab towards Torres.
"Get out, I said get out. Do my words not sound like words? You received Professor Lucas's choice, and I didn't, plus I am a retard dribbling piss, is that it?"
"Th, That is n, not it. Y, Young Master. I, I am...."
"Fuck off, I said fuck off!"
I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Torres didn't know what to do, just bowed his head deeply and went outside.
"Heok, heok, heok."
The anger doesn't subside.
Because of Torres?
Because of Ailon?
Or because of Professor Lucas?
No, it all stems from hatred of his own weak self.
Jesse Athlon was falling into a swamp of deep helplessness for the first time since he was born.
***
Torres didn't return until the orientation ended.
I told him to roughly throw him away but it seems he is nursing him or something.
Well, instead, I am satisfied that this commotion doesn't seem likely to leak outside.
Nothing good comes from it getting out needlessly.
It is enough if only I know their strength.
'Hm?'
On the way to the residence, a figure is bowing his head deeply in the hallway of
Radiance felt even from afar, it's Torres.
"What are you doing here?"
"Ah, P, Professor."
"I surely told you to throw him away and come."
"I, I was...."
He couldn't have done that.
The biggest reason is that he is the Young Master he served his whole life.
And Jesse Athlon is, to Torres, a lifesaver and a savior.
So even if he gets beaten to death, even if he suffers such treatment, he offers blind loyalty.
Probably if we calculate favorability, wouldn't it have broken through the max limit?
'Wait, then how is the favorability on my side?'
The average favorability of the disciples checked at the orientation earlier was about 5, and the lowest Shadow bastard... was 1, so.
No matter what, wouldn't it go over 3.
Favorability: -12
Huh?
I doubted my eyes for a moment.
I tried closing my eyes tight and opening them again, and tried gesturing wondering if something was on it, but the clearly stamped minus sign.
And the number 12.
'Hey, even the pet guy didn't hit minus, you bastard!'
The back of my neck throbs.
I felt like I would die from high blood pressure even before the Glasco invasion right now.
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Phew.
Comfort-!
Thanks to the reader's donation, my mind and body became comfortable and the situation was seen wholly.
Right, this guy is a guy who would die for Jesse Athlon.
Since Jesse showed such a sight because of me, I would look hateful.
I understand!
Since the current me is benevolent.
However, his talent cannot manifest like that.
Above all, if favorability is minus, I can't use the skill this guy has.
"P, Professor... I, I am sorry but I, I d, do not want to l, listen to P, Professor's l, lecture."
What?
What nonsensical sound is that.
If you don't listen to the lecture, who protects my life crisis!
Impossible.
It seems you are babbling this sound because of sorry feelings towards Jesse Athlon right now, but that can't be allowed.
"Torres."
"Y, Yes...."
He made a slightly surprised expression at the fact that I remembered his name.
Along with it, favorability rose by 1.
"Since when were you abused by your master."
"A, Abuse, th, that is n, not true."
"Must be so. To you it wouldn't have been abuse. Since Jesse Athlon's sword path would have been all visible."
Flinch!
"Then I will change the question. Does your master know that you deceived him?"
"N, No!"
Torres sprang up and shouted.
"You said you don't want to listen to my lecture. Then you may go out. Instead, from the next lecture, you will study at Glasco together with your master. During those 5 years, can you deceive your master wholly? No, before that, can you deceive even the eyes of others together? Can you do that while avoiding the worst choice called failing?"
Torres's pupils started to shake.
Actually well, he could probably deceive if he tried, but there is no way the current Torres's thoughts reach that far.
"That is the first reason I chose you. You are... stronger than Jesse Athlon."
"N, No. I, I am...."
"Second. Jesse Athlon is also a talent to be counted on one hand. I had to separate you two for the sake of both, and just chose the stronger side."
"Th, Then, instead of m, me, the Y, Young Master...."
"What changes if we swap now?"
"Th, That is...."
"If you want to make your master fall into a deeper mire, good. Let's do so."
Simultaneously I turned my body and took a step.
One, two, three.
"W, Wait!"
As expected.
"I, My th, thoughts were sh, short. I, I will l, learn from P, Professor."
"I do not like overturning decisions."
Is bullshit, welcome, Torres! But if I just accept him, he won't know to be grateful.
"P, Professor. I, I will b, beg like th, this."
"...."
Leaving a brief term.
"I, I will do a, anything. P, Please give me a ch, chance!"
"You will do anything?"
Pretending to ponder again.
"Not for me."
"Y, Yes?"
"Can you do anything for your master?"
"O, Of course!"
It is a more intense reaction than a while ago. Annoying, this. I will roll you twice as much now.
"Then you, become a wall blocking your master's front."
"W, What d, do you mean...."
"I mean become a trial to make your master, Jesse Athlon, stronger. So that he can surpass you and become the strongest in history that he desires."
"...."
As if realizing something, Torres's eyes shone sparklingly.
Since he is a guy with good comprehension.
He must have understood sufficiently.
[Favorability of 'Torres' increases drastically! +12]
Oh, effective?
"I, I understand. I, I will become s, strong for the s, sake of the Y, Young Master."
Right, the start might begin like that, but you will come to become strong for me.
"Ah right. And one more thing."
"W, What...."
"Fix that stuttering too."
Because it's frustrating when conversing.