The Villainess Who Was Dumped Got Married into My Family, a Mob Noble from the Frontier, and Turns Out, She's an Amazing Capable Wife? - Chapter 19: The Examiner Who Absolutely Wants to Fail Me

Chapter 19: The Examiner Who Absolutely Wants to Fail Me

On that day, I was told there would be an exam for entering the special class, so I left my room matters to Alicia and went to the called place.

It was a training building located within the special class premises.

If I were to describe it in modern terms, should I call it a gymnasium? 

Ah, it’s actually called a gymnasium on the signboard, so gymnasium it is.

Aside from magic training, this place also seems to be used for physical education classes like swordsmanship, with a large number of wooden swords and striking posts lined up in a corner of the indoor area.

“This doesn’t look like it’s going to be a written exam at all.”

I was told to wear the school’s designated tracksuit, so I entered the gym dressed in the green tracksuit for first-years.

Why do they have tracksuits in another world!? 

Well, I’m not surprised anymore. 

This is the royal capital, and the grand stage of an otome game, Aether Academy. 

It’s a ridiculous place where convenient and contradictory things happen.

We, whose names won’t even appear in the credits, are merely props in the love drama of the main characters.

However, I would like to see Alicia in a tracksuit.

Good job to the game developers.

I haven’t seen her in a uniform yet, but I’m really looking forward to it since it’s a skirt designed to appeal to the cute factor desired by the target demographic, with bare legs fully on display.

I’m not interested in how handsome guys look in uniforms, no way!

“Are you Ragna Vel Brave?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“You’ve got some nerve, a noble from the wastelands, making a special class teacher wait.”

“I’m sorry, I got lost because I’ve never been here before.”

In the gym, there stood a teacher with a rather high-handed attitude. 

I’m tired of hearing the term “noble of the wastelands.” 

It’s so common in the capital that I don’t even feel anything anymore. 

“Tch, why do I have to be the examiner for this…” 

Despite having pretty good hearing, it seemed irrelevant as I clearly heard the teacher complaining loudly. 

As expected, a negative start. 

I’m confident in a fair competition, but starting from a disadvantage due to prejudice makes it difficult, no matter how hard someone tries.

That’s the feeling I had. 

But then, if it’s going to be negative anyway, I thought I might as well go all out.

“I can hear you. So, why don’t we get this over with quickly?”

“Tch.”

There’s that clicking sound again.

If he wanted to finish quickly, he could just start without complaining.

“First, we’ll do a basic magic test.”

The examiner, holding a binder, pointed with a pen to a target made for magic practice that looked like a black monolith. 

“Hit that with your maximum power.” 

“Is there a specific type of magic required?”

“Tch, don’t talk back. There’s no specification, just do it.”

Since I was told to just do it, I decided to go ahead.

“Here goes.”

While replying, I casually punched the air in front of me.

Boom!

The moment I did, a dull impact shook the gym, and the magic target about ten meters away exploded into pieces. 

The force didn’t stop there; it continued through to the back, punching a huge hole in the stylish gym’s sturdy stone wall.

It’s been since I punched Onyx that I’ve gone all out like this.

“How about it, teacher? Did I pass?”

“…Eh? What? Huh?”

When I turned around, I saw the examiner standing dumbfounded, his clothes torn to shreds by the aftermath.

“Was it not enough? Obviously, that target wasn’t durable enough to measure my full power, right?”

“No, it’s fine. We’re done here.” 

Ha, that’s funny. 

And I feel refreshed. 

I’m used to being discriminated against, but it still annoys me. 

I don’t want to get expelled, so I’ve been holding back, but I guess pushing the limits like this isn’t a problem, right?

This is just a test, and I did what I was told.

Specifically, I created a small barrier in front of me and punched it, sending it flying towards that target at a speed faster than sound. 

I’ve learned all the basics of magic and can wield it with battle-level power, but barriers are my specialty, so that’s what I did. 

Oh, and there’s no secret magic passed down in the Brave family. 

My late father was skilled in physical enhancement magic, while my two older brothers excelled in healing and resistance-type magic, which nullifies the opponent’s magic, respectively.

We’re all over the place.

And we mostly use the common, attribute-less type of magic. 

“So, teacher, did I pass?”

“…There’s still more to the test.”

He looked like he was swallowing a bitter bug, probably not wanting to pass me. I bet that duke’s family is behind this.

“Let’s move on to the next one. You want to finish quickly, don’t you, teacher?”

“The next test is swordsmanship.”

“Swordsmanship in a country famous for magic…”

“Yes. If you look at the striking post to the side, you’ll understand. No matter how excellent one’s magic is, it’s meaningless if the body isn’t strong. The academy incorporates this to build such physical strength. The wise are gods of magic, but they were also skilled with the sword.”

The examiner, thinking I couldn’t use a sword, became lively as if a fish back in water and started explaining.

But wasn’t the protagonist who entered the special class not skilled with swords?

The intent to not let me pass is clear.

“If you can defeat me, you’ll pass.” 

“Huh?”

“Being proficient in both is a noble’s refinement. We can’t allow someone who neglects one for the other to enter the special class.”

Whether he was very confident or underestimating me, the examiner boasted as he held a wooden sword.

I was astonished. 

Doesn’t he know why the wastelands are called wastelands?

Monsters appear frequently, and wars are common. 

That’s why it’s the wastelands. 

Not knowing about the Brave family raised there means he’s either a novice teacher or a fool who believes only rumors.

“So, I just need to defeat you?” 

“Hmm, yes. But using magic is prohibited.”

“Understood.”

With that, I took a stance with the wooden sword handed to me. 

“If I defeat you, you’ll fail. For your sake, since you wish to enter the special class, I’ll go all out.”

“Okay, bring it on whenever you’re ready.” 

“You!”

After responding briefly, the examiner stepped forward with a vein popping on his forehead.

He swung from high to low. 

Perhaps he had some knowledge to back up his mysterious confidence, as his approach was fairly quick. 

However, his movements were too straightforward and clumsy, the kind of swordsmanship that’s never been used in a real fight to the death.

“Hah! Gobeh!?”

I easily dodged and hit him near the temple, causing him to roll his eyes back and faint. 

“Too weak.”

When I took the examiner’s wooden sword and broke it, I found it was reinforced with iron inside. 

Just as I thought. 

My own sword broke when I hit him, and if I had fought honestly, I would have definitely failed. 

This is what they would have said after my sword broke: “You don’t have a weapon, so you fail.” 

Really, Alicia’s prediction that they’d look for any excuse to expel me was spot on.