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Chapter 16: Thinking Brain Muscles

"Then, I should set this up."

"Huh? Is that a magic item?"

"Yeah, it's a magical item. A boundary-type magic item, to be precise. It's a Rank Seven masterpiece."

"What!?"

The performance of weapons and magic items tends to be better with higher ranks.

For a Rank Seven magic item, it was a masterpiece that even nobles below the rank of earl would hesitate to buy unless there were exceptional circumstances.

However, Ishud, leveraging his knowledge from a past life, had made a fortune, so he had purchased it in advance with his wealth.

"Alright. With this, even if some idiot tries to enter our room, it's no problem."

"Enter our room... What do you mean?"

"Those idiots who think they can't beat us in a fair fight won't directly target us. Instead, they'll try to mess with something related to us... probably."

In the bullying that students engage in, there are insidious methods like hiding or discarding the target's belongings rather than directly attacking the person.

In general, such actions would be subject to penalties, but noble exchanges might not follow the same rules.

"By setting up this boundary-type magic item, we can protect our room from those kinds of idiots."

"...School really seems like a dungeon, doesn't it?"

"Hahaha! It does sound strangely fitting when you put it that way."

One never truly rests in a place where safety is assured.

It's the same terrifying space regardless of when, where traps, monsters, or fellow explorers may attack.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Is it done? Then, let's go."

Naturally, they walked through the school grounds with Byron until they reached the front gate.

"I'll stop here. I assume you understand, but please don't cause any trouble outside the school."

"If some idiot tries to get rid of me using those guys from the shadows in a short amount of time... Well, that won't go well."

"...It sounds disturbingly plausible. I don't even want to think about it."

Parting ways with Byron, the two headed towards Christille, who was waiting at the front gate as agreed.

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, not at all. You both needed to head to the dormitory first."

"Haha! It's a relief that you're not having any strange romantic thoughts."

"Uh... I'm not quite sure what you mean, but shall we go then?"

"Yes."

"..."

While Byron was around, there was still some composure, but now, being next to Christille, who could be considered the top among the academy students, Gulf was too nervous, and his mouth wouldn't move at all.

"By the way, did the others not try to join us? I mean, there's the student council, so there should be a vice president, treasurer, secretary, and all that, right?"

"Yes, of course. And as you mentioned, they advised the others to think twice before trying to join us."

"Hahaha! Well, that makes sense. Even if they understand the situation logically, it's common for the heart not to be satisfied."

"Yeah... But it's surprising."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't expect you to be the type to consider people's feelings so deeply."

Christille didn't mean to belittle Ishud, but the result could be interpreted as her naturally looking down on him.

"Hahaha! Don't be so direct~ Well, I'm part of a straightforward family of muscleheads, and I'm the type who believes muscles never betray you!!! So, I can't deny it. Anyway, how did you leave those who wanted to join us behind?"

"I simply refused them. There was no need for them to join."

"You're pretty straightforward too, in your own way. I get the concern from those worrying about you, as well as your way of handling things."

"...Why did you continue to torment those two despite being capable of thinking so deeply about emotions?"

In her gaze... there was no coldness.

However, the impartiality of just seeking the truth, directed at Gulf, even though it wasn't an accusing gaze, exerted a certain pressure.

"Well, they started hurling insults like calling me a barbarian from the frontier, trashy barbarian, you name it. Even though there was an initial agreement as part of our first promise, they continued to spew malice at me. So, considering that, I don't see any problem with throwing some malice back, do you?"

"...With your rules, it seems laws have no meaning."

"Ah~~~ Hahaha! Yeah, it does seem that way. But, honestly, it's not fun when people say all sorts of things about you. And when malice is thrown at me, I have the power to throw it right back."

"An eye for an eye... a tooth for a tooth, is that it?"

"It seems that way. Well, if the top senior at the academy has things to say, I'll gladly accept a fight if it's offered in a way that I find satisfying."

"...I see. Well, it seems like we've arrived while we were talking."

"Oh~~~, it looks like a pretty nice place."

"Ah, w-w-w-wait a minute!!! I, Ishud... I-I don't have any money at all."

A lavishly decorated interior like nothing he had seen before. 

The view from the windows...Gulf had completely forgotten about the recent events in the face of such a sight.

"What are you talking about, Gulf? Today is on the tab of the Student Council President-sama."

"Oh, right... it is, yeah."

"As promised, I will cover the cost of everything you two eat. Please enjoy without holding back."

Enjoy without holding back... As it turns out, Christille would deeply regret uttering these words just a few tens of minutes later.

"This is amazing! Every dish is really, really delicious!"

"I've never eaten such delicious food before!"

"..."

The two were observing a decent table manner.

As a result, it didn't look messy from the outside.

However, despite that... they were eating a lot.

"Excuse me! Add three more servings of this dish!"

"Oh, and please add two more servings of this dish!"

"Understood. Please wait a moment."

The speed at which they ate and the quantity they ordered were surprising, but from the perspective of the restaurant staff, the two customers who enthusiastically enjoyed their food were still considered good patrons. Some of the staff were even smiling.

However, there was one person who, despite serving lunch, couldn't help but feel a sense of despair at the rapid rate at which the dishes were being devoured.

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