I’ll Make It a Bad Ending Like a Villain

p>Below that followed a brief question about why he had drawn his sword.
Weaver took a quick look at the section where Henry’s response was written and frowned.

 

[I don’t have any.]

 

He thought there would be a formal answer why Henry drew his sword, but only a few letters were written that there was no reason.

 

Still, Henry seemed to have answered the other questions in good faith, but for some reason, this was the only part he was overly indifferent to.

 

Weaver quickly got to his feet and walked over to Leon, who was undergoing another investigation on the other side.

 

Immediately, the instructor handed him a stack of papers and he read it carefully.

 

Like Henry, the answers were for the most part polite, stopping at one part when Weaver’s eyes went down the papers methodically.
To the question asking why he had drawn his sword, Leon gave an odd answer.

 

[I drew the sword to prevent the demon from attacking me.]

 

So far, this was a formal answer.
Henry would have passed it without much thought if he wrote a normal response like this.

 

[The sword I used was mine.]

 

Weaver looked carefully at Leon’s final answer.
The instructors didn’t ask him about the sword, so it was questionable why Leon had given such an answer.

 

Of course, new students were not allowed to draw swords unnecessarily, so it was not common for them to wear longswords unless it was a wooden sword that the academy prepared for them, but that did not mean that it was not possible at all.

 

As such, the instructor didn’t seem to have any particular questions about the sword, but Leon mentioned it as if emphasizing that it was his sword but no one else.

 

Weaver raised his eyes.
Then the jet-black pupils immediately came into contact.
But Leon’s gaze naturally drifted downward, leaving only dark shadows in its wake. 

 

His face was half hidden by a dark mask.
Weaver asked in a low voice. 

 

“May I ask why you wear a mask?”

 

At his words, Leon’s dark eyes from deep space reappeared.
His tightly closed lips slowly opened.

 

“…I have a large scar on my face.”

 

“A scar?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Weaver’s eyes penetrated deep into the mask and stared at Leon’s face.
Leon, who had been quietly facing Weaver’s gaze, kept his eyes downcast again and maintained his silence.

 

Weaver asked the instructor who was nearby.

 

“How do you plan to handle this incident?”

 

His question was immediately followed by the instructor’s answer.

 

“I have decided to give each new student who violates the discipline of the Academy a minus one point.”

 

It was the score for each team of knights they belonged to.

 

If a new student also gets a negative score from the start, they will be hated tremendously by their peers and seniors of the same affiliated team.

 

In fact, giving them a minus one point, despite the fact that they broke the discipline of the academy, was giving a lot of consideration to the students.

 

Originally, more points would have been deducted than that.

 

“So, there is no special damage to the two people who have been called here?”

 

Weaver reflexively remembered what Filina had said.

 

Actually, it was an accident for which there was no need to hold the new students responsible.

 

However, various talks would come from the outside if they didn’t give them even the minimum number of point deduction in the disciplinary violation.

 

It was a formal procedure.

 

Weaver looked at Leon.

 

He wanted to know what could possibly happen that would cause Lady Debussy to tangle with a commoner.

 

Most nobles insulted and ignored commoners and the lower classes.

 

Such proclivities manifested themselves more prominently in the Debussy family in particular.
Just looking into Gabriel’s eyes was enough for Weaver to tell how he viewed the people below him.

 

Now, how could she, the daughter of the Duke of Debussy, know a commoner? 

 

“Do you know the red-haired* freshman……?” (*Filina) 

 

At Weaver’s question, Leon’s dark eyes raised up.

 

Weaver had a vaguely interesting look on his face.

 

It was not only because of Leon, but also because of the other gaze that followed him like a magnet from behind.

 

***

 

Filina paused as she and Weaver walked into the office.
This was because as they entered the building, she saw familiar faces in front of two desks.

 

They stood up and greeted Weaver.
Then, they threw a glance at Filina.

 

The team leader of the 1st Knight Order, to which Leon belonged, was none other than the man who had supervised her during the entrance exam.
He was the one who had sent Filina and several other students to the laboratory.

 

Filina glanced at the name tag placed on the man’s desk.

 

On it, the name Carmen Geller was written in small letters.

 

Then she saw Lawrence standing with a decent posture next to him.

 

Their uniforms had a golden star-shaped badge on them.
Only the rank of Deputy Knight Commander was allowed to wear it.

 

The Swordsmanship Academy was conducted on a thorough merit basis.

 

From the 1st Knight Order to the 5th Knight Order, affiliation was determined according to the results of the entrance exam, and the 1-2nd Knight Order, which had the most outstanding ability, was handled by Lawrence and Carmen, who had the rank of Deputy Knight Commander.

 

The remaining 3-5 Knight Orders were in charge by instructors who were selected under strict criteria and facilitated the classes of the Academy.

 

At every event, the vice commander would combine the work of instructors and supervisors.

 

They were the only two who used the same building as the leader, which sometimes meant a distance from the other instructors.

 

Filina greeted them with a slight bow of her head and followed Weaver into the office.