Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 67: Can Eating Cure You?
“Nobles tend to look down on anyone who isn’t a noble. The exceptions are… powerful merchants and royalty, perhaps? I’ll tell you this… try lying about this… and I’ll kill you.”
“““”!!!!!!!!””””
An indiscriminate pressure.
It wasn’t directed towards friends or acquaintances, but he barely managed to control himself from directing it towards them. As a result, the shoulders of many students, including Dimna, were weighed down, and some even ended up kneeling on the ground.
“Ishud.”
“I understand, Philip.”
The pressure was quickly lifted.
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However, Ishud had no intention of directly attacking them with this pressure.
He only knew about it because he was the one speaking the words.
He believed that words like these, coming from the speaker themselves, carried a kind of spiritual power.
“Dimna Kais. For Gulf, your family’s estate might as well be a devil’s den. Even if your father were to approve of Gulf becoming an adoptive son, do you think others would truly accept it from the bottom of their hearts? They wouldn’t, right?”
This was asserted by someone not from the Kais family.
However, Dimna’s expression remained unchanged.
“…That’s true.”
“If you understand, then just give up already. Besides, if Gulf wants to become a noble, he doesn’t necessarily have to become an adoptive son of some other family. I don’t know if Gulf will choose that path or not.”
“…I see. There’s that option, too.”
Dimna quickly grasped what Ishud was getting at… and rather than denying it, he considered the possibility.
“You’re in the way.”
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Having conveyed his message and realizing that achieving his goal was impossible, Dimna quickly moved to another location.
“For that guy to invite Gulf, a commoner, to become an adoptive son of his own family… Even though we’re in different grades, I also wanted to fight on the big stage.”
“I must say, what just happened in front of us was quite surprising.”
“Same here~~~. So, Gulf. What are you gonna do?”
“Um, well… w-w-well, even if you ask me what I’m going to do… I-I-I don’t know.”
The events were too shocking, so his brain hadn’t quite processed it yet.
“I-Ishud…”
“Like I said before, even if you became an adoptive son somewhere, it wouldn’t necessarily lead to anything good. Overcoming adversity is indeed necessary to become stronger, but there’s no need to deliberately head towards a hell that serves no purpose… At least, that’s what I think.”
In the first place, Gulf wasn’t an orphan whose parents had already passed away.
Even if they were hypothetically offered a large sum of money from the Marquisate, Ishudo was relieved that Dimna had backed down. After all, they weren’t the kind of scum who would sell their own child for money.
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(We might not lose in a fight, but if it came to destroying their household…)
Ishud’s principle was to crush anyone he didn’t like, but he also understood that internal conflict wasn’t good.
“…I’m starting to get a headache.”
“You’ll feel better after eating some delicious food.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Although it wasn’t a guaranteed cure, Gulf, wanting to temporarily forget about the troublesome situation, matched Ishud’s pace and started eating the party’s dishes with gusto.
No matter how much unexpected events troubled his mind, the fact remained that food prepared by a top chef was delicious.
That day, Gulf continued eating gourmet dishes until he was full… and then some, ending up being carried back to the dormitory by Ishud.
“So, what do you need, Professor Byron?”
After delivering Gulf to his dorm room, Ishud had been summoned to the faculty dormitory by Byron.
Naturally, their room was protected by the magical barrier item Ishud had purchased before coming to the academy, so any outburst by a fool would be futile.
“Well, take a seat.”
Ishud was guided to Byron’s private room.
Byron took out a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass.
“Let’s start with a toast.”
“Is it alright for a teacher to drink with a student?”
“It’s outside of working hours right now.”
“In that case, cheers.”
They lightly clinked their glasses, and Ishud took a sip of the red wine.
“…This definitely isn’t your average red wine, is it?”
“You have a discerning palate.”
“I’ve been drinking occasionally since I was about fourteen.”
There were no laws in this world dictating at what age one could consume alcoholic beverages.
But fourteen was… a bit early.
“So you’re already accustomed to drinking.”
“I like Dante’s company. We occasionally get together at night and talk over drinks… So, is there a reason you brought out such fine wine?”
“The wine is just a celebration. What I’m concerned about is what you plan to do with Gulf.”
“…Could it be that news has already spread?”
“That’s right. To be honest, when I heard the news, I couldn’t believe my ears.”
Dimna Kais wasn’t a student of Flaveld Academy.
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I don’t know the details, but even if he’s not from our academy, being within the same noble circles means information tends to filter through.
“I was totally surprised too. He used to look down on Gulf so much, and now he’s saying that?”
“What kind of face did he have?”
“It was a face so perfectly completed that it made me want to punch it.”
“Hehe, Ishud also feels jealous about such things in others.”
“Well, he’s a teenage boy… If he was still looking down on him there, even in a congratulatory setting, I would’ve punched him.”
It was not a lie or a joke; it was one hundred percent serious.
(If that were to happen, an immediate fight between the knights and Ishud would occur…Would all the knights be crushed?)
The students present wouldn’t stand a chance.
Even active knights, if they hadn’t reached the third job, would have zero chance of winning in the first place.
“At that moment, you declined, didn’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say declined; I told him to think a bit more realistically about his arrogant attitude. Even though he’s arrogant, he must have some brains to consider that aspect. He withdrew normally.”
“…So, rather than stopping him, you taught Dimna a lesson in reality. I thought you might forcefully intervene even if it meant stepping in.”
“I did consider whether that would be a good idea. But forcing him to conform to our way of thinking isn’t right. That kind of relationship… you can’t call it friendship. All I can do is simply teach him about reality.”
“I see… That’s a good judgment.”
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Because he’s a teacher, Byron understands.
(The berserker of transformation, huh… He truly embodies that.)
From the perspective of being a teacher, he was undoubtedly classified as a troublesome individual… But speaking with him as one human to another, I felt he was an incredibly interesting person.