1-Second Invincible Player in the Game

1-Second Invincible Player In The Game 60

60. Daily Life (2)

As I was puzzled over Mircel’s letter, the outside became noisy.

Must be those rascals from Makdal and Rix again.

I frowned deeply and opened the door.

The cause of the commotion, contrary to my expectations, was Limbutton and Rockefeller, who was yelling at him.

“You’ve got some nerve, Limbutton Bell Delsi. To think of sending such a letter to Lady Rullen.”

Rockefeller read aloud what was presumed to be Limbutton’s letter in a dry, monotone voice as if reading a book in the hallway.

“Mom. This place is insane. Take me away right now. The professors don’t care even if students die. I’m digging a tunnel, so please send me even a single word, Limbutton.”

People who came out to the hallway at the commotion puffed their cheeks and snickered.

“Oh, there are teardrop stains here. Did you cry while writing this?”

“No, that’s not it… Professor.”

“I must have warned you. Everything about the Academy is subject to censorship.”

“Just look at it once, please…”

Limbutton rubbed his hands together pleadingly.

Rockefeller, as if it was out of the question, pulled out more letters from his pocket and read them.

This time, he added comments as well…

“Hmm, ‘It’s too cold here. I need the scarf Mom knitted for me. I should have stayed home just like Mom said. Why did I come to this cursed Academy.’ Well, this one’s intent on spilling the beans.”

With his raised cane, Rockefeller cast ‘the curse of control’ on Limbutton.

“aaargh!”

Limbutton foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the floor.

Watching Rockefeller, I deduced the real reason he had come here.

It was absurd to think that the top-ranked professor would come just to punish someone for breaking censorship.

There could only be one purpose.

“Have you been well? Hassel Ben Tenest.”

He must have come to pick a fight with me.

“What business do you have with me?”

I asked sharply, and Rockefeller approached with a smirk.

His lifted corners of the mouth trembled as if they were heavy, and his forehead was lined with veins.

The forced smile was blatantly obvious.

Why is this person acting like this?

Could it be…

“Ah, it’s nothing. I wanted to talk about Mirsel Ben Tenest—”

“I’m not interested.”

I cut him off and slammed the door shut.

Bang!

My bad feeling was right on the mark.

It seems the professors have read Mirsel’s letter through their censorship.

And then they must have urgently informed Rockefeller.

Just because Mirsel said he wanted to come, we’re now in a state of emergency.

It’s no wonder the professors are going crazy; he’s the top recruit that even the royal academies and the palace are eyeing.

“No matter how talented the kid is, to think of bringing such a young child, still with baby fat on his face, to a place like this, these insane people…”

I decided to block my ears and try to sleep until Rockefeller, who kept knocking, would tire himself out.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Hersel Ben Tenest! I have something to talk to you about!”

Keep trying, do you think I’ll open up?

After an hour of Rockefeller pounding on the door, I managed to protect Mirsel from those child abusers.

But what in the world is the lady of the house doing while the child is causing such trouble?

* * *

“You were told no, weren’t you?”

Nowadays, refusal comes out as soon as I open my mouth.

Ahol sighed deeply as he looked at Ahile.

“That kid’s stubbornness is just like yours. And he’s like me too. You know he’s the type to do more when told not to, right?”

Ahol was stuck in the middle, a headache for sure.

The wife may be cold, but lately, Mirsel has been so down, barely putting effort into training.

Sometimes he glares with a cat-like face from both sides.

To find peace, a compromise had to be reached somehow.

“Besides, even if he’s still a child, having two brothers means there’s less to worry about.”

“We have parents here, so there’s even less to worry about.”

“If we keep refusing, things might go awry.”

“Hershel also went astray because the Duke raised him too indulgently.”

“That guy was a bit strange from his childhood.”

Such fruitless arguments continued.

Ahille, tired of the meaningless conversation, slumped her shoulders.

In truth, she must have been exhausted too.

She had tried to appease Mircelle’s mood time and again, but all that returned was a sullen response.

“If this goes on, our relationship with Mircelle might be ruined for life. Think carefully.”

Eventually, as if she had surrendered, she let out a deep sigh.

“…they say no parent can win against their child. I never dreamed it would come to this.”

At the positive response, Aol smiled inwardly.

“But, there’s a condition.”

“A condition?”

“If Mircelle wants to come home, please make arrangements so she can come immediately. That should be easy for you, right?”

Aol nodded.

There might be no expulsion process at Frost Heart, but if the student is Mircelle, it’s a different story.

If they refuse the demands we propose, we can just pretend it never happened.

If they change their word after admission, we’ll lead the knights, and the necks of Acanthric and the professors will become trophies in the basement.

‘It’s been empty since the monster ate everything anyway.’

But Ahille’s demands didn’t end there.

“Make sure Mircelle comes home to play once a month, send a personal maid too… Oh, and it seems Erucele might need a maid as well.”

“Ahem, Erucele said herself she doesn’t need one.”

“Right, it’s a bit much to force it on a child who’s against it.”

At that moment, as if the hostess had a brilliant idea, her eyes widened.

“Oh, and please, stop keeping such disgusting things in the basement. I’ve been dissatisfied with living above such things underfoot. It doesn’t look good to the guests either.”

Asking to stop collecting trophies…?

Just as Aol was about to speak, Ahille cut in first.

“Mircelle? I know you’re eavesdropping from there. Come here.”

“Okay, Mom.”

Mircelle, who had been hiding behind the wall, peeked out and ran into Ahille’s embrace.

Achille stroked Mirsel’s head and looked at Aol.

“Father gave up his precious hobby for you. What did he say to say at times like this?”

“Thank you, Dad.”

Mirsel looked up with expectant eyes.

Eventually, under the pressure, Aol squeezed out a reluctant voice.

“…Alright. Let’s do that.”

Aol narrowed his eyes at Achille and Mirsel, his eyebrows twitching.

“?!”

As they exchanged such understanding glances, for some reason, he felt betrayed.

At that moment, he wondered if these two had been in cahoots from the start.

Perhaps Achille had long intended to give in to Mirsel’s stubbornness and take advantage of this opportunity to reap all the benefits.

And Mirsel had some sort of agreement that he would let him go if he met the conditions, which probably wasn’t about giving up collecting trophies.

…Surely, it couldn’t really be that?

* * *

I was a bit restless last night because of the knock from the black devil.

Still, Mirsel is still young, so there’s no way he would come here.

With that reassurance, I went down to the first-floor lobby to attend class.

While walking and chatting with the two knights, Limbutton asked.

“A club? Is there one you want to join?”

“Not really thinking of joining. Just looking to invest from a business perspective.”

“Investment?”

There are all sorts of clubs, from alchemy to clothing production, and while some have pure intentions, many are groups aimed at making profits from students.

Given the nature of business, the development and production of goods can be costly, and even if products are launched, failures are numerous.

For such folks, investment is something to welcome with open arms.

“If you put in money, you get dividends. It’s much better than just keeping the coins collected.”

“Oh… That’s kind of interesting.”

“If you’re interested, follow me after school. The quality of the goods is decent enough to be worth a look.”

The quality of the goods made by the students isn’t too bad.

They inherit the know-how accumulated by the seniors like a tradition in each club, and thanks to the wisdom imparted by the professors.

Ashley also seemed interested, opening up an imperial language dictionary.

His finger pointed to the word ‘Investment’.

“Investment means earning.”

“Right, investment. It means you put in money to get more back.”

Then he pointed to the word ‘Loss’.

“Loss is losing something.”

“Exactly. If you’re not careful, you could end up blowing your money away. You have to be cautious when choosing where to invest.”

Ashley nodded as if she understood.

I felt a bit of pride at that sight.

Such a commendable fellow.

Really diligent in studying the imperial language.

* * *

The club building was situated within the fortress.

The academy had even dedicated two whole floors to club activities, and the scale was almost like a marketplace.

As soon as we entered the first floor, Limberton scanned the lined-up signs and expressed his doubt.

“I’ve been here before, but why are there so many clubs selling clothes?”

“There must be at least seven garment-making clubs?”

“Not just one but seven? Is that even allowed?”

“Even if the themes overlap, the academy allows it. Especially for clubs like garment-making where you don’t need many members.”

The minimum number of members to start a club was three.

Food-related clubs were probably the next most numerous after garment-making.

“Ah, I want to get a suit tailored, but I don’t know which one to go into…”

As Limberton said this, the people from the garment-making clubs’ eyes shone.

They glared at each other sharply like predators fighting over prey.

And then they desperately appealed to us with their eyes to please get our clothes tailored from them.

Limberton approached the stall with the most girls.

“Oh my, you three there. New faces, are you freshmen?”

“Wow, look at the leg length on that blonde junior. The clothes will hang well on you, can we take your measurements?”

As two girls approached him, Limberton winked and let out a sleazy laugh.

“How about you measure my size instead of this guy’s? Oh, of course, I’m not talking about that size. Hahaha!”

In an instant, the two women backed away with faces as if they had seen a cockroach.

Eventually, he was replaced by a male member, and Limberton let out a deep sigh.

“I’ll take the measurements for that short guy over there.”

“Yes…”

Since we’re here to buy clothes, maybe I should get Ashleigh one too.

…I can’t let him wear animal skins forever.

“Ashleigh, you should get fitted for a suit too. If the environment changes, you need the appropriate attire.”

“Hmm.”

Ashleigh nodded and took the tape measure.

The unfamiliar sensation made him twitch, and the women measuring him chuckled as if they found it cute.

“Wow, look at those muscles.”

“Hey, hey, you’re touching too much, girl.”

Watching the scene, Limberton’s eyes reddened.

While the two were getting their custom clothes, I guess I should go look for a club room to invest in.

“I have some business on the second floor, so I’ll be back in a bit.”

With that, he went up the stairs.

The attire of the people roaming the second floor looked expensive just from the fabric.

The counters were also more sophisticated than those on the first floor, adorned with polished wood and signs as if they were from a specialty store, dazzling to the eye.

Thus, the second floor was a place only for those with money, a place the poor of the Shulrape clan couldn’t even dream of.

But in my possession, I have over 13,000 coins.

So many that I could exchange them for black coins, each worth 1,000, making me the richest freshman.

I’ve long since left Riamon in the dust.

So, shall I make an investment?

…Let’s see, I’ve thought about it roughly.

The Alchemy Club?

It’s good that it has the lowest risk, but the dividends are the least, which is a drawback.

Still, it’s the best option.

Food is too high return, high risk.

Trends change too often, and one sanitation issue can ruin everything.

The club that makes school supplies or fancy goods is at a moderate level.

There’s always a steady demand, after all.

Anyway, with so many clubs around, I sometimes get a bit confused about where I’ve invested whenever I start at Frost Heart.

The names are all so similar that I needed to check for myself.

As I read the signs one by one and walked, I occasionally felt piercing stares.

Passersby snickered at my outfit, and the vendors seemed to hope I wouldn’t come over, firmly planted in their seats.

Their reactions weren’t entirely incomprehensible.

It’s been less than three weeks since the new students arrived, so my face would be unfamiliar, and it’s natural to assume I’m a freshman.

They must be thinking, “A freshman here, without money?”

Well, except for those Adele Hall guys.

They’re the future big shots, so the club members must have memorized their faces.

They are them, and I am me.

On my way, I stopped in my tracks at the sight of a notable hide.

[Nile’s Alchemy Workshop]

Not just a stall, but a shop with windows.

It belonged to a rather expensive spot.

To think that the hide of the alpha ice bull I caught was hanging there, it was quite surprising.

…Why is that in the alchemy club?

I heard from Selly that it was sold to the sewing club.

As I gazed intently, a woman who was sitting jumped out.

“Welcome.”

My eyes widened at the familiar face.

This is definitely the alchemy club I always invested in whenever I started at Frost Heart.

Among the alchemy clubs, it was the most stable and had the best dividends.

“Hmm? A freshman?”

She examined my appearance and her eyebrows twitched.

I nodded in response.

Then she asked me again.

“Which dormitory are you from?”

“Schlafé.”

I answered honestly, and she beamed with a smile.

Then she uttered words contrary to her expression.

“Get lost.”

From noble mtl dot come

“……”

This woman seems to think I’m no better than those trash from the Schleife dorm.

She doesn’t even know how much I have in my wallet.