How to Teach a Hero at the Academy Chapter 98 : Chapter 98

Chapter 98: The Old Soldier Dies, He Does Not Fade Away (2)

The air in the basent was damp.

A foul sll emanated from the cracks in the old stone walls.

It wasn't to the point of being offensive. In terms of being disgusting, the people gathered here were worse. After concealing their appearance and scent with makeup and perfu, the family mbers gathered in the basent of the cathedral, gossiping. Ernst was sitting among them.

- She's finally gone. That nasty old hag. I was about to go to the Underworld before her.

- It was ridiculous. That bold woman beca a gentle lamb when she was on her deathbed. Humans are so weak.

Soone badmouthed Brunhilde.

The more they had groveled, the more they did so.

- Anyway, the second brother will inherit the title. Look. That damn guy is grinning like a brat who got a chocolate gift.

- Calm down, brother. Mother would have seen through the second brother's true colors. To think that a cunning snake like him would be given the Tresckow estate. It's ridiculous.

Soone had expectations for Brunhilde.

The more they hadn't groveled, the more they did so.

- Look over there. Ernst has co.

- He looks like a drowned rat.

- I saw him earlier. He ran out in the middle of the funeral.

- Ah ha! Funny. He probably went sowhere to cry.

There were also many voices directed at Ernst.

His cousins were insulting Ernst.

‘They're throwing a fit.’

Ernst thought, with his chin propped on his hand.

It was a ridiculous thing. To think that he could die at any ti because of them. To think that he had lived his whole life in such a predicant.

Anyway, it was a sword. The sword held by stupid and vulgar people was also a weapon. It wasn't just the gear of a knight skilled in swordsmanship that was a weapon. On the contrary, the more stupid and vulgar they were, the more they would brandish it without hesitation. Countless glares were piercing Ernst.

“Well, then……”

anwhile, an old cleric opened his mouth.

Standing facing the podium.

“I will speak. Brunhilde von Tresckow. The hero who contributed to the empire's military power has passed away. The White Eagle dal, the Martyr Ludovica dal, and even the 1st Class Sun dal, which the Emperor himself bestowed. There would be no end to honoring her achievents.”

Here and now, he said,

the cleric held up a wooden box.

“Her will is kept here.”

Yawn.

Soone yawned, and,

“It's a box with an anti-forgery spell, an anti-theft spell, and Lady Brunhilde's fingerprint.”

Hey, that's enough.

Soone grumbled in a displeased voice.

“……To be brief. I will now open the box and read Lady Brunhilde's will.”

The content of the will was quite formal.

It didn't seem to contain any sincerity. Pride in the family, advice to her children, her heart for the empire. Brunhilde had filled the will with false sentences. Only Ernst, who knew his grandmother's writing style, could tell. It was not a text written by Altria Amnesia, but a text written by Brunhilde von Tresckow. His grandmother had wanted to live as Altria rather than as Brunhilde.

“Finally──.”

And so, while Ernst was listening with a distracted mind,

“──I will designate the one who will inherit our great identity, the title of Tresckow.”

the mont the old cleric declared in a solemn tone,

“That person is none other than──.”

the mont everyone except Ernst was listening,

Thud.

The archway opened violently.

Silence fell.

Everyone's gaze tilted towards the archway.

Two n in mourning clothes were standing there, and both n had their faces covered with masks. Their voices were also concealed through a spell. One man was holding an old sword that had long passed the ti for it to be discarded, and the other man was holding two neatly folded umbrellas.