I’m an Ordinary Returning Student at the Academy

Chapter 11



Chapter 11

[Translator – Angel Dust]

[Proofreader – ChiSync]

Chapter: 11

The Medal of Honor recipient is a returning student at the academy! Not even a graduate, but still an enrolled student!

After the award ceremony, the academy staff were in a state of excitement.

To think that such a prestigious medal recipient is here, how wonderful it is.

And to have such determination for learning, not just staying in the military but returning to school!

In such a situation, if the professors weren’t moved, it would be odd indeed.

“If he received such an honor, it would have been even better if he had stayed in the military and received better treatment.”

“That’s true. It seems his determination for learning is exceptional.”

“Truly a commendable student. We should work harder too! Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, let’s work harder to quench that thirst for knowledge, even if it means teaching more!”

Though the excitement was flowing in a rather peculiar direction.

“If we give him more assignments, he’ll gladly accept, won’t he? Hahaha!”

“How about suggesting graduate school to him? He can delve deeper into academics!”

“Oh, that’s a good idea. I bet Karl would be willing!”

If Karl overheard this conversation, he might have immediately rushed to the barracks to confiscate a gun.

Then he would’ve rained bullets down on them, saying ‘This is Avada Kedabra!’

* * *

One benefit of the Medal of Honor: the right to respect from anyone in the empire regardless of status.

Second benefit of the Medal of Honor: receiving invitations to any imperial events and being able to attend.

Third benefit of the Medal of Honor: being able to request support from the palace’s mage corps when magic is needed.

There are many other benefits, but let’s save listing them for another opportunity.

But wait, is there also a benefit of the Medal of Honor called ‘priority candidate for graduate school recruitment’?

“Karl, my boy. I have a way to satisfy your thirst for knowledge. Have you heard of graduate school?”

“This is truly a beneficial system. It’s a great opportunity to learn more alongside our professors and plan your future together—”

The dragon within me roared. What are these crazy professors saying now?

What Graduate school? Now that I’m out of the military, they want to tie me down to graduate school?

Are they just itching for a taste of bullets?!

The unexpected outcome truly befuddles the mind.

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“To think that I, who received a Medal of Honor upon enlisting, would be a graduate student at the academy?”

This sounds like a title straight out of a novel that I wouldn’t even bother reading if I were dead or alive.

Enlisting once, shedding blood twice, and now ending up with a degree in graduate school.

The younger students used to eagerly gather around, asking, ‘Please tell us war stories!’

Now, that’s somewhat alleviated. But just when I thought I could let my guard down, now it’s the professors who are acting strange.

“Why? What’s wrong with being a graduate student? Try it once and then talk.”

“Senior Marcus. It’s not right to say such harsh words carelessly.”

“…Hey. I’m also a graduate student.”

“In that case, senior, you lack even conscience. Dragging juniors to hell just because you’re in hell yourself. Did you perhaps wrap your conscience in the soup you had for lunch earlier?”

The time of patience and hardship was enough in the military. At least enlisting was my decision.

But being a graduate student was never even a thought! Even if there were grievances, I’d never do it again!

“Karl.”

“If you mention graduate student one more time, I have this pen here. This time, I’ll really jab you with the pen tip on your forehead, so stop it. Senior.”

“Scary, scary. But I wasn’t trying to talk about that.”

Then what is it? What’s with the weird atmosphere again?

“Wasn’t it completely over between you and Selena?”

“Not to that extent, we just decided to remain colleagues, as friends.”

“…From what I hear lately, it doesn’t sound like you’re just colleagues or friends.”

What the hell did he hear to say such things?

You’re a graduate student! And a teaching assistant! And yet you have time for this?

Professor! Look here! Your slave— no, your graduate student is goofing off!

“I heard a rumor recently.”

“People have seen you several times at the café. And as if that weren’t enough, they say they’ve seen you together.”

“Someone who’s always in the TA’s office, I can’t believe a word they say.”


[PR/N: TA=Teaching Assistant]

“What’s that supposed to mean? Being holed up in the TA’s office means all the gossip gets collected there. Do you have any idea how much the junior students adore me? This body of mine is so popular.”

“….”

It’s not popularity, it’s just that I’m so easy, right?

TA’s Office Hermit. Wow. That title feels like it packs a punch, like a combat power of about 3.

“Anyway, answer me. When you returned to school, you said you didn’t even want to run into Selena.”

“…That’s right.”

“Were you not serious back then? Or are you still holding onto feelings?”

“No, I’m not. I just really want to be friends.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We’ll be seeing each other for at least another six months, and it’s kind of weird if we keep avoiding each other since we’re in the same year.”

After going through all the trouble of returning to school, I want to smile and say goodbye. I used to think that way and let it all go.

What I learned in past lives and in the military was just that.

Holding onto things alone only harms myself. I have to let go.

And to do that, it’s okay to take the first step instead of just waiting.

“…I’m just saying, confessing again and then getting rejected, it would be difficult to re-enlist. Surely this isn’t some grand plan to get into graduate school?”

“Hahaha!”

I immediately grabbed the pen that was lying on the desk. Senior, I’ll kill you!

* * *

“You, crazy bastard! You really hit me! You hit me! Aaargh!”

“Shut up. You’re not even bleeding.”

“But it hurts! You bastard! How dare a junior hit a senior! Oh, my goodness!”

“If you want to be treated like a senior, then act like one!”

Senior Marcus, definitely not a normal human being. Even after I warned him, he still provoked me. Aren’t you glad you didn’t get shot?

‘…No. I might be able to live normally as a graduate student.’

Hmm. If that’s the reason, I might be able to tolerate it a little.

Should I have played along if I knew this was going to happen?

…No, even so, being a graduate student crossed the line.

“Sergeant Karl Adelheit?”

I was planning to return to the dormitory and take a nap.

‘Why do they keep calling me sergeant instead of student?’

A serious question that has been arising lately. Is this place really an academy, or is it a military base?

Why do I hear ‘Sergeant’ more often than “Senior Karl” or “Karl Oppa,” let alone ‘Student Karl’?

“Yes. Who is it?”

“Ranshtak! (Imperial Army salute.) I am Lieutenant Catfish. I’m from the Ministry of War.”

“Ah, yes. Lieutenant Catfish, nice to meet you. But you don’t have a beard.”

“Huh? Oh, yes. I’m still in my twenties. Haha!”

Hmm. If this were my past life, I would have cracked a dad joke. But it doesn’t seem to fly here.

“So why are you here again? I thought I’d already received the Medal of Honor, and was done with the military. Did you come to return the Medal of Honor?”

“W-Why would I do that?! The Medal of Honor is awarded to those who perform the most honorable and brave actions! It undergoes rigorous scrutiny and selection, so there’s absolutely no reason to return it! Doing so would disgrace the Imperial Army!”

Lieutenant Catfish. You’ve only been a lieutenant for a short time, right? Weren’t you just a corporal until a month ago?

It was just a joke, but it’s a bit much to take it seriously.

“Calm down, calm down. It was a joke. I know I’m a former soldier.”

“Ah, yes! I apologize. I didn’t mean to disrespect Sergeant Karl Adelheit.”

“No. Just. Stop taking it so seriously. Why did you come?”

Upon hearing this, Lieutenant Catfish suddenly became serious.

“Actually, the Personnel Administration Director has requested a meeting.”

“The Personnel Administration… Director?”

Personnel administration… It’s literally managing personnel matters. Why are they suddenly looking for me when I’m not even in the combat field?

“If I were to ask what’s going on, Lieutenant, you wouldn’t know exactly either, right?”

“Ahaha. Yes, I only received the order to fetch you.”

“I see.”

“Ah, but it might be of some help. From what I’ve heard, the Personnel Administration Director is tearing their hair out wondering why these random guys suddenly applied for enlistment…”

Huh? Enlistment? Surely it couldn’t be that commoners are enlisting.

Then what’s going on? Are there idiots like me, who made such a choice amidst the Blue Bloods?

And not just one, but several? The Director must be going through a lot.

“It seems similar to my case.”

“Yes. But the situation is quite different now, so the Director sighed deeply, thinking it might be best to discharge those four.”

“I see. Four of them….”

…Huh. Wait a minute.

“Lieutenant.”

“Yes?”

“By any chance, those damn bastards… I mean, those four. Were they all tall and slightly too good-looking to the point of being annoying?”

“Uh… judging by the female officers blushing, that seems to be correct.”

I grabbed my head. Shit.

I momentarily forgot. The Four Heavenly Kings! No wonder it’s been too quiet!

There’s no reason to accept noble youths as soldiers when the war is over.

And since it wasn’t kept secret like me, their families would have found out immediately.

It seems their panicked families are asking for those guys to be exempted.

…Come to think of it, did my father just laugh and say, ‘Who will stop a man’s determination?!’ when he heard that his son had foolishly enlisted as a soldier?

Father! Why didn’t you just grab me and break my leg that day?!

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