Became the Idiot Young Master Who Tormented the Main Character - Became the Idiot Young Master Who Tormented the Main Character chapter 50

50 – #50. Grade Test (1)

“Since when was this decided?”

After new professor Iris’s first theory class was over.

I headed straight to the professor lounge and looked for Iris.

Iris opened the door after hearing my knock and locked the lounge door as soon as I entered.

I sat down on the sofa and came face to face with Iris.

After taking a sip of black tea from a high-quality cup and putting it down on the table, Iris opened her mouth.

“hehehe. “Take a guess.”

“… “Is this when you received the request to rescue her?”

“That is the correct answer.”

Iris clapped her hands twice as if praising her child.

… Actually, it was a question given the flow of the situation, but I had a rough guess.

Professor Laura’s betrayal is a problem facing the academy, so she deserves to be procured to the academy by her superiors who notice this.

Ariel Academy is the Imperial Royal Academy.

So, in order to quickly solve the problem, the situation would be correct if a letter was sent to the Sword Master who was being considered as the second professor candidate.

It happened to be Iris.

– Sseuk seu.

Iris said, leaning her upper body and stroking me.

“As expected, Young master is amazing. “She understands situations quickly and her brain is exceptional.”

“… ….”

An unexpected touch that you can’t get used to.

For some reason, I feel embarrassed because I feel like I’m being treated like a cat raised by a kid my age.

Of course, my actual age in this world is fifteen, but….

Let’s change the topic.

“How long will you be lecturing?”

Then Iris answered, withdrawing her hand.

“The contract period is half a year. Originally, the Empire had requested two years, but because there was a lot of work to be done, we could not invest that long, so we agreed.”

“Until then, the empire will find another swordsmanship professor.”

“I guess so.”

“… I look forward to.”

“It is me. hehehe, I’m glad to be able to teach Young master for a longer period of time.”

… So, I shared a small incident with Iris.

After a few informal conversations, I politely bowed and left the professor lounge.

I was walking out of the hallway while thinking about swinging my sword for the rest of the time in the training hall.

“Thank you so much for saving me….”

As soon as I left the classroom, I was surprised when a person appeared out of nowhere and bowed her head to me.

“… Princess?”

It was Rosaria.

It seemed like he had been waiting in the hallway the whole time for me to come out of the lounge.

As soon as class was over, I ran straight to the lounge following Iris, but perhaps she was waiting for me during swordsmanship class as well.

I feel sorry for making you wait longer.

“Hey, that person… “Aren’t you the 4th princess of the second year?”

“Uh… ? I think it’s true… ?”

Students passing by see Rosaria with her head down and give her surprised looks.

Why is she lowering her head after being rescued a few days ago?

He seemed curious as to what was involved.

Attention was immediately focused on us.

Because the swordsmanship class had just ended, there were more eyes watching.

“… Let’s change seats. Lift your head up. Princess.”

I quickly stopped Rosaria before strange rumors spread.

‘The hallway is not a suitable place for conversation.’

There were many eyes watching.

So I quickly took her out to the back yard of her building.

As soon as they arrived in the backyard, Rosalia bowed her head again.

“Thank you again. I will give you ample examples of not only the places within my reach, but also the things that I asked Abama to help me save….”

Positive tone and attitude.

She was different from the times when she approached me innocently every time I asked her to be my escort knight.

“… “Are you feeling okay?”

She did not respond by partially dismissing her case, but turned around and asked how she was doing.

In order to go to her rescue, I personally purchased her expensive magic scroll.

There was no reason for her to insist that she would make up for it.

“It’s okay if it’s your body… “Oh.”

Rosalia raised her head but lowered her gaze.

It seems to be a particularly low pressure.

Probably because of Emil.

The worst forces are those who persistently target her when she is alone.

It was also her fault that she carelessly went alone to see me.

As a result, she lost Emile.

As a result, her anxiety and despair will inevitably be great.

“… “Then I’ll just leave.”

Rosaria turned around, looking unconfident.

Did she really just look at her face and say thank you?

“Wait a minute.”

I called her over.

“What’s going on…?” ?”

“I have something to tell you about the escort driver incident.”

“…… !”

It’s been a long time since 4 days have passed.

My thoughts were already organized.

There was no need to postpone this matter any longer.

“First of all, in conclusion, I still don’t want to become an escort.”

“… Ah.”

Rosalia, who already looked very listless, lowered her head as if she had expected it.

A princess who can’t even protect her own guard knight, and can’t even protect herself.

You don’t want to be that kind of person’s escort.

But you have to listen to what people say until the end.

My words are not finished yet.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be the princess’s bodyguard. “I just don’t like being confined.”

“… ….”

“I’m also not sure if I myself have that level of talent.”

“Isn’t it a talent that allowed me to reach the level of a 3-star, manifesting auras at the age of fifteen? Even though it may not be true, as I said last time, I think Sian’s belief in willingly reaching out to those who need strength is genuine.”

“There is nothing to call it a belief. However, if the princess considers these things important….”

Yes. Belief.

In the end, Rosaria needs someone with a certain level of skill and upright chivalric beliefs with endless growth potential.

That is the point.

Does it really have to be me?

I don’t know what made her fall in love with me, but in the end, what she needs is an upright ally.

“There is someone I would like to introduce to you.”

He has firmer beliefs than I do.

Talent is also evident.

A person who will have an infinite future ahead.

“This is the swordsmanship club. Even though she didn’t participate in the class tournament, she is truly amazing. She and I are the same age, she knows how to manifest auras, and because she focuses on her swordsmanship and training, she doesn’t reveal herself to the world….”

***

A few days after the conversation.

It’s time for Iris’ class again.

Her second class was practical.

We stood in the training room, each holding a standard wooden sword, looking at Iris in the center.

After confirming that everyone has gathered, Iris opens her mouth.

“There is a class exam next week.”

Has it already happened like that?

When Laura was a professor, she would give tips during each swordsmanship class.

Based on the class comprehensive exam in the second semester of the first year, each student is given a grade in the second year.

In the first year, regardless of grade, students take classes in classrooms with equal titles, such as Classroom 1 and Classroom 2.

She was told that from the second year onwards, she teaches classes in separate classes for students who are progressing slowly and students who are progressing quickly.

“The first test event is a sparring match with me. “We would like to conduct a test to determine your response ability and swordsmanship.”

It is not a bad decision.

She only heard about it, but Iris is currently confused as to what progress Laura has made.

So, I will spar with everyone one by one and evaluate each person’s level. Is this what you mean?

It was a reasonable way to divide the classes.

Afterwards, Iris continued her explanation of the items she should pay attention to and what she should focus on when taking her exam.

The students all seemed to memorize it while listening to it, and they also seemed a bit nervous in preparation for the upcoming exam.

Iris was in the middle of finishing her explanation.

“That’s it. “Does everyone have any questions?”

A male student raised his hand as Iris spoke.

Everyone looks at him from the corner of their eyes.

Iris also nodded his head and spoke to him.

“What is it?”

“I’m curious about Professor Iris’s presence or absence of fiancé.”

Some students made a fuss at the strange and bold question unrelated to the class, while others burst into laughter.

Yes, you can do that because you are fifteen.

If you were an older student, it might have been a somewhat rude question.

Iris’s expression, which was surprised when she first heard the question, soon returned and she seemed to accept it cheerfully.

The tense atmosphere was immediately relieved.

However, some male students still looked nervous.

Iris appears to be in her mid to late 20s.

She is not petite, but she is of medium height and has the image of a glamorous and pretty girl.

There could have been plenty of male students secretly admiring her.

“Hoo. “You mean lover?”

She smiled as if she was enjoying this situation.

The male students who had been struck in the heart by her laughter seemed to be holding their breath again.

… Come to think of it.

Does Iris have a lover?

Even when she was a tutor within the family, she never seemed to talk about men.

He is a sword master who travels around the country, but has there not been even one flirtation?

She became so interested that I also started to focus on what Iris said.

“… What’re you doing?”

But suddenly, Hedy, who was next to her, taps my shoulder.

“I’m curious too.”

“Are you curious? What?”

“I was wondering if Iris has a lover.”

“Hmm….”

Hedy stares coldly.

She seemed to have completely misunderstood something.

I was just curious about whether Iris had a lover or not, without much emotion.

… Wait for a sec.

But what does that have to do with Hedy?

‘…… !’

At that time, she suddenly remembered a fact that she had kept quiet.

During the tournament, Hedy told me that he put on makeup to impress someone.

Just like then, her reaction now is clearly….

Oh, no way.

I also don’t want to drink kimchi soup.

… I don’t like it, though.

Hedy’s eyes looking at me are so cold that it would be difficult to even describe them as dull.

Why on earth is this happening?

“Are you….”

“There are people who are keeping dots.”

While I was trying to convey my question to Hedy.

It was a moment when I was interrupted mid-sentence by Iris’ interesting words.