A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

151 – The Gap That Cannot Be Overtaken (1)

Growing up.

Like most young boys, Noir Gibraltar has shown tremendous growth over the past few months.

-If you look at his height, he is now comparable to other 17-year-olds.

If there is a reason to mention only ‘height’, it is because the change in height, which is the part that is immediately visible, is the most noticeable.

-I can’t believe you’ve already grown so big. Now I have to look up.

Even Wednesday 45, who was quite tall among the shadows of the empire, said something like that to the current Noir Gibraltar.

Members of the swordsmanship club [Master Sword] That follows Noir Gibraltar also applauded Noir’s growth

If you look at the height alone, it is about 5cm.

Approximately four months have passed since the 14-year-old entered school in March, and the end of the semester has already arrived, and the growth seen during that time was mainly due to height.

Did you just grow taller?

No.

His swordsmanship was second to none among intermediate knights, and his personal life also set an example to others as a chaste and solemn knight.

Mental growth.

Just like when others say, ‘You’ve grown up a bit now,’ Noir Gibraltar thought that he had grown up a bit, to the extent that Wednesday said, ‘Don’t smile at women carelessly,’less frequently.

Wrong.

Those were just her own thoughts.

Even though she has grown a little taller, gained some muscle, and become a bit more physique, she has not acted like she did in Gibraltar and has become as polite and formal as possible, becoming the ‘guardian’ that people in the past did not want to be.

“You are disappointing me again.”

There was still a long way to go for the young man in front of her.

Who is this?

Where am I?

“Noir Gibraltar.”

My mind, which was momentarily confused, immediately gave an answer to the low-pitched voice calling me, Noir Gibraltar.

This is the Orosol Academy Canyon Foundation Chairman’s Office.

The Chairman of the Gorge Foundation in front of him is standing alone against Gray Gibraltar.

The reason I was called to the chairman’s office-

“Okay. How are your overall grades this semester?”

“It’s 4.4, Chairman.”

Noir Gibraltar.

Overall score for the first semester according to Orosol Academy’s imperial credit system, average grade 4.4.

If other academies or nobles in the kingdom heard this, they would scoff and say, ‘Only 4.4?’, But the maximum score that Orosol students can receive in the first semester is 4.5.

4.4 / 4.5.

To compare, we need to find out how many other people there are between these decimal points.

Okay. It’s a grade.

It was called GPA, that is, because of the academic results from the academy attended for one semester.

“Congratulations. You are the valedictorian of the first semester.”

“…”

“Naria Geo Nostrum is the top student with a grade point average of 4.5.”

It was different from the entrance ceremony.

Unlike the time when Noir Gibraltar won against Naria Geo Nostrum and earned at least one more point because ‘sword sparring’ was included in the evaluation content, this was not the case in the first semester exam.

“You both received A+ in the swordsmanship class. You received the maximum grade. Of course, even if you scored high in that class, I don’t think you would have anything to say in the imperial language class.”

“Ugh…”

Is it just an imperial language class?

In all subjects that were plastered with A+, Noir was surpassed by Naria.

“Even considering all other factors, I was behind in everything except swordsmanship. Do you admit it?”

“Yes.”

Regardless of being the student council president, club president, or even a princess, she was pushed out by a piece of paper in terms of pure ability.

The good news is that the difference in grades was not enough to drop a ‘+’, so the final grades they earned in that subject were the same.

“Where was the part where your grade was lowered?”

“It’s basic military science.”

“Do you know why you received an A grade instead of an A+ in Basic Military Studies?”

“…It’s because I didn’t get the perfect attendance score.”

Noir clenched his fists and lowered his head.

“Yes. Attendance score. No matter what you do with the test in front of you, you can’t help but be unable to stick to the time.”

Noir could not make direct eye contact.

That’s because he could feel Gray Gibraltar’s gaze staring at him.

“Are you ashamed?”

“No.”

I’m not ashamed.

“Are you ashamed?”

“Not that either.”

“Then, are you feeling unfair?”

“…I don’t feel unfair.”

It is neither shameful nor unfair.

“Then do you have anything to say?”

“I am sorry for not being able to attend the class of Professor Edmund Dureckas, a professor of basic military studies, for one day. But…”

“But?”

“Even if I could go back in time, I wouldn’t have taken that class.”

Noir raised his head.

“No, even if I could go to class, I would have prevented something from happening that prevented me from going to class.”

“You, how?”

“…At least Wednesday, who was walking nearby, was prevented from leaving, or at least that ‘magical vehicle’…”

“Wrong.”

Gray Gibraltar declared.

“The past cannot be undone. There is no use in regretting, and the miracle that can turn back the hourglass lies only in the lineage of the Nostrum royal family.”

Are we talking about privilege?

Or are they saying that we should also shout out ‘protection’ to those who commit violent acts based on such privilege?

“Why do you think I’m disappointed in you?”

“Is it because you missed the senior position?”

“Wrong.”

Gray Gibraltar folded the little finger of his hand on the table.

“It doesn’t matter whether you are the valedictorian or the second valedictorian. If you were the valedictorian, as the chairman of the foundation, I would have given you a scholarship for excellent grades, but you can also give it to the second valedictorian There may be differences.”

Wasn’t he disappointed because of his grades?

Noir Gibraltar pulled out her her hair her her her.

“…I don’t know, Chairman.”

“I don’t know?”

“Yes. The reason I was absent was to protect my people, and it was unavoidable. Although I suffered harm as a result, at least I don’t feel embarrassed about it.”

Yes.

As Noir and the owner of Wednesday, I can at least say this clearly.

“How can I remain silent when someone who follows me is in danger?”

Before he was Noir Gibraltar, he was a knight of the kingdom and a man, and that was something he could never compromise on.

“Even if I had to go back to that moment, I would still try to protect my people.”

“Even if I lose the senior position because of that?”

“Even if I miss out on being the second chair rather than the chief.”

“Hmm.”

Some people may think it is spirit, and some may think it is arrogance.

This is something that everyone who deals with Gray Gibraltar thinks the same way.

Chairman Gray Gibraltar is a complex person who should not be judged rashly, as we cannot guess or know his true intentions beyond his one aspect.

Astasia von Tersian.

Everything other than the logic of that one person is a twisted and twisted being, and even if he is his real brother his, he is a being that cannot be judged carelessly.

“Your words are clear. It’s good. Then, I’ll tell you why you disappointed me.”

Gray Gibraltar stood up.

“In order to become the guardian of Gibraltar, you are treating everyone as a ‘good person’ and are fulfilling your duties as a ‘guardian’ just as Gibraltar has done in the past, but you have lost the rights given to you just because You are a guardian. You must not throw it away.”

“Well, over there… “

“Okay. I’ll tell you briefly. I’ll just give you a hint, so next time you come back, please make sure I’m not disappointed.”

Gray Gibraltar took out three pieces of paper from inside the drawer.

“A copy of the basic military studies syllabus submitted to the Office of the Professor. One of the syllabuses distributed to students. This is an excerpt from page 336 of the Academy Guide distributed to academy students.”

“…Hey, this is.”

“Noir.”

Gray Gibraltar pointed to the syllabus in a calm voice.

“Where does it say here that attendance counts?”

“…Huh?”

In an instant, Noir felt a chill go down his spine.

“It will be included in the score. However, it says that if you are absent three times, an ‘F grade’ will be given, and no deduction of points due to tardiness or absence was not announced in advance.”

“…”

“I think this is enough.”

“…”

“Because I didn’t know, answering once is enough. Go ahead.”

“…Is it okay to do this?”

“You don’t have to ask me. I am the chairman of the foundation, and it is you who choose.”

Gray Gibraltar raised his staff and pointed the tip toward the door.

“It’s your choice to quietly take the points, but…”

“I’ll step aside now.”

Noir immediately leaned forward.

“According to the academic calendar posted in the dormitories, I was told that I have five days to request a grade correction.”

“…”

“Not that I’m greedy for seniority, I’m not, but if I’ve been cheated out of it just because I’m a Gibraltar, I’m going to stand up and take back my rights.”

“Hmm.”

“Because if they want to keep theirs, they’re going to have to treat us accordingly…!”

Noir left the chairman’s office, having made his own answer and conclusion.

“Hmph.”

As he left, he heard a low chuckle.

Whether it was satisfaction or mockery, Noir couldn’t tell.

“…Whatever you think.”

Noir nodded vigorously, glancing at the various classmates he could see beneath the hallway windows of the Chairman’s office.

“If it’s not an embarrassment to Gibraltar.”

Among them.

A gray-haired woman, one side of her face covered by long bangs, looked up at him.

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With a scar over her eye.

* * *

It’s been four months since Orosol Academy began.

The first semester is over, and the grades are in.

The report cards were given out according to the Imperial Credit System, a system that was new to the students of the Kingdom of Nostrum, and the reactions were as varied as they were unanimous.

But none of the students ‘dared’ to move.

Defiance of authority.

Resentment of their scores.

Resentment of their own scores.

“Yes. That’s it, Noir Gibraltar.”

To put it simply.

“If the professor is an asshole, the student is an asshole.”

If the professor is playing around with the rules, the student should use the rules as a basis for arguing and listening to what is rightfully theirs.

“It’s a pain in the ass, but Noir Gibraltar has to make the first move before the rest of the class will.”

In this case, it’s grades.

“Some professors assign points for legitimate reasons, while others assign points for political or personal reasons.”

While grades are personalized, it’s essentially up to each professor to set the grade.

And it’s the student who takes the class and receives the credit that has the power to change the grade.

“…Don’t you think so?”

I asked, looking down at my desk.

“Just because it’s Gibraltar.”

[…

A faint glow emanated from a golden gemstone set under the desk.

“What does our princess, who will lead Nostrum, think of a faction that somehow manages to create a runner-up simply because the next heir to the throne is better than expected?”

[Is there no death penalty?]

The voice that emanated from the golden gem was not high-pitched, but its content was murderous.

[If these are the professors, I don’t think they should be allowed to teach again after the vacation].

“You think so, don’t you?”

[Yes. Among other things, they insidiously assigned low marks to foreign students en masse just because they were Imperials].

“…”

I sipped my somnus tea in silence.

[Is the Imperial Granddaughter in the room?]

“Yes. She’s lying in bed, saying it’s the first credit she’s ever gotten in her life.”

[And the other shadows?]

“…They don’t really bother me, but their lives are at stake if they don’t get a 4.0 grade point average.”

Well, no big deal.

“Orosol Academy is a place of education. Regardless of status, nationality, or wealth, we believe that students should get what they deserve based on the results of their hard work.”

Just one line.

Nostrum said.

[Shit…dot is going to be noir].

“…What?”

[It’s a good time to weed out the stupid professors, sir].

“Sir,” I said.

“Yes, my lady. I’ll be ready.”

[Let the purge begin].

Naria Gionostrum.

I may not be the princess of the Exile, but that does not change the fact that I am.

[Sucks Saint’s ass].

“…”

The iron-blooded princess began to move.