How to Teach a Hero at the Academy Chapter 10 : Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Special Scholarship Student of the Academy (4)

The head of Sharma said.

The head of Zylon said.

Iris laughed coldly.

‘What in the world is going on?’

Monika narrowed her eyes.

She looked at the stained glass with the black swan painted on it.

While various colored glass pieces ford a five-colored background, only the black swan symbolizing the Orléans family was painted in black. The sunset light reflecting on such pitch-black glass pieces. It was as if it were the sneering expression of Iris, who would be on the other side of the stained glass.

‘Duke Orléans…….’

Iris René von Orléans.

The Iron-blooded Maiden. A young powerhouse of the capital. Monika had also heard her na several tis. Because the foundation sponsored by the Orléans family would often bestow goods upon the slums.

‘……I'm indebted to her.’

Monika thought, brushing back her hair.

Iris's scathing remarks towards the chairpersons poured cold water on Monika's inner thoughts. Thanks to that, her heart, which felt like it was on fire, cald down.

Zylon had insulted her disabled body. Sharma had insulted her low status, and Mystriel had insulted her lost hotown. Even if there was no intention of insult, nothing changed. It just felt even more insulting.

‘I got too worked up.’

What would have happened if the chairpersons had heard her mutter ‘sons of bitches’. Would her head have flown off? Monika smiled bitterly and touched the back of her neck.

“Don't do that again, Miss Lohengrin.”

Konstanze whispered in a subdued voice.

Konstanze, who had been standing next to Monika, had noticed.

Monika's resentnt towards the chairpersons.

“I understand the life of a commoner, at least a little. No matter how outstanding your talent is, your life will be so very light to them. So you should have endured it.”

“……I'm sorry.”

Monika bowed her head.

Suddenly, Abel's words ca to mind.

Did he say that life is a continuous process of saving oneself? If so, she was clearly just firm in her thought that she must live, but had not learned how to live.

“I don't think it's a matter to apologize for, but if you must, please do it to Duke Orléans. She must have spoken up because she also understood.”

Your position, that is.

Konstanze muttered so.

At the sa ti, Iris called Monika's na.

“What……, what do you an?”

Monika tilted her head.

“I have never t Your Highness. I have received the grace of the foundation sponsored by Your Highness's family, but……”

At Iris's declaration, Monika's pupils widened.

The chairpersons trembled with rage. The animals in the stained glass, except for the black swan, stopped moving.

Abel of the Margin. The youngest Sword Saint. The Pope's most precious shadow. A man of unknown identity whom even they, the highest echelons of the empire, barely knew by na. That the House of Orléans was sponsoring a Sword Saint ant that the trust they received from the Pope was that deep.

Iris said to Monika.

Because you lost your hotown due to the Mirror War, I have bestowed upon you a facility where you can stay properly, not in a corner of the slums.

Because you would be reproached for living a life like a scarecrow, I have bestowed upon you the power to choose whether to cut such a scarecrow or not.

And finally……,

“All of that……, was it Your Highness's will?”

Monika asked with a confused expression.

“The reason Teacher Abel took care of ……, was it because Your Highness Orléans ordered it?”

“Why?”

Monika asked, as if squeezing out the words.

“I……, I have nothing to give. Why does everyone bestow so much upon ? I'm scared. I'm scared because I've received too much.”

I'm……, I'm not a valuable existence……

Monika looked like she was about to cry.

She had received things she could never repay. That's why she beca scared. If she were ever asked for reciprocation, what could she offer? If her mind was soaked in such fear, was the object of her fear Abel, Iris, or her own self who had nothing? Monika's vision began to blur with helpless resentnt.

Iris said firmly.

So, say it, and.

Iris's strong voice reached Monika's ears.

“I……”

“……I will repay Orléans.”