The Sub-Heroine’s Butler Is a Vicious Bastard

27. entrance exam (1)

The winter, where there was a small happening called a social church, has come to an end.

As I wished, I was allowed to enter the academy with Arlot,

In early spring, the two, who had just become adults, stood in front of the academy after passing the preliminary selection.

“Schmidt, is this the Savior Academy?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

I dragged Arlott’s wheelchair through the front gate of the academy.

The academy was already crowded with prospective freshmen.

“They say it’s the best academy in the empire, so it’s true.”

Arlott was busy looking around here and there with twinkling eyes.

There were a lot of medieval European-style buildings that were cut to the level of works of art.

Seeing it in person, I was impressed, but since I faced hundreds of times in the cutscenes of the original, the emotion quickly cooled.

‘The best academy in the empire… ‘

The Savior’s academy Arlott said is, as he said, the best academy in the world.

A prestigious academy located at the center of the empire and producing numerous talented people… Although it is a setting.

‘Reality has become a friendly place for rotten high-ranking children.’

Arlott wanted his illness to be the strength to deal with the demons.

There are not a few people who enter the school with the same lofty goal as her, but

Most aristocratic children are not like that.

All they want is an academy diploma and various personal connections.

Because only a few have the conviction to fight against the demons.

Remembering that fact, I dragged Arlott’s wheelchair, and before I knew it, I arrived at the entrance test site.

“Come on, line up in turn! Stats are measured here, results are checked here!”

A platform with many marbles placed in a row.

People lined up in front of it and put their hands on the beads in order.

“Pidan Sernet, average stat E+… leaving out!”

“yes? I’m not dropping out… !”

Light comes out of the hands of the students who placed them on the beads,

The professors who confirmed it were indiscriminately dividing pass and fail.

This is because in the case of the first test, only quantitative values such as average stats and number of skills are judged.

“Schmitz, let’s stand in line here.”

“all right.”

Standing in the waiting line, which was shorter than expected, I looked at the faces of the people around me.

Maybe there’s a character I know.

After scanning so hard, I was able to come face to face with a familiar figure.

That is the main character of this world.

‘… Evan.’

A warm-looking man who stood out among the crowd resembling a market.

He was wearing a commoner’s outfit, with brown hair, and a long sword on his back.

Rather, it was easy to find because of its appearance.

“Evan… Average stat D+, passed! It’s a temporary lower class.”

“… !”

A man he likes with his fist clenched without a word.

The guy must be… It was Evan, the main character of ＜Party to Savior＞.

Save the world against the invasion of demons, and-

Arlotte’s pure love juice opponent… !

“…Schmitz, what do you find so interesting about?”

Arlott tugged at my sleeve slightly.

The expression on his face was rather sad.

After all, it was a good opportunity.

“My lady, do you see the man on the podium over there?”

“Ummm… are you talking about that messy-haired guy?”

“That’s right.”

I looked at Arlott with anticipation.

Still, isn’t it the historical first meeting between the main character and the heroine?

I wondered if there was something stinging.

“…so why is that person?”

But Arlott just looked at me with a face that he really didn’t know.

ugh, yes

You may not know the main character’s charm because you’ve only seen his face yet.

“Isn’t he a pretty handsome man?”

“Eh… I guess so…?”

“Take a closer look. The long sword on the back, the small muscles exposed above the clothes… Anything that really strikes you?”

Contrary to expectations, Arlott had a very shaky expression.

They listen to what I have to say, but it feels like they don’t empathize at all.

I wanted to tell you more about Evan, but before I knew it, it was time for the entrance exam.

“Hmm… Did you bring your preliminary selection card?”

“Yes. I am here.”

I went up to the podium and handed over the papers.

The professor on the podium was a pretty young woman with a red ponytail.

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Judging from the knuckles and clothes that cling to the body, it seemed like a martial arts type.

I think I’ve seen it a few times in the original.

“A total of two sheets.”

“Yes. It belongs to Princess Erral de Arlot, the daughter of the Grand Duke of the North, and mine.”

The female professor seemed a little taken aback when she heard the word Northern Duke.

Before long, without a word, he brought the marble this way.

“First, I will measure the princess. Put your hand on the orb and let the mana flow.”

“… yes.”

Arlott nervously placed his hand on the marble.

The beads slowly emitted light and sent various signals, and the female professor quietly read them.

Then, the professor’s brow crumpled.

“The average stat is a D, passing. But the stats aside from magic are terrible.”

“…”

Arlott catches his breath at the professor’s sharp evaluation.

exactly. Having been bedridden for a long time, his stamina aside, Arlott’s stats aren’t good on average.

However, her strengths are enough to eat away at her stats’ weaknesses.

Among magicians, such as exceptionally high magic power, fraudulent unique passives, beautiful eyes that would make your heart stop when facing each other, and strong mental strength to overcome illness rather than succumbing to it.

With a nervous heart, I hope the professor will notice it…

“Well, I hope you do well in the second exam. I’ll assign you to a temporary lower class.”

“…! Thank you thank you!”

Arlott bowed his head and expressed his gratitude.

The expressionless female professor showed no reaction.

Without saying a word, he just thrust a bead at me.

‘The stats should be sufficient, but why are you so nervous?’

He calmed his pounding heart and energized the beads.

After an eternity of time passed, the professor finally spoke.

“The overall stat average is D… But-”

The professor’s expression was colored with a different color of bewilderment.

… No, since I said this earlier and nothing happened, it must be just a fuss.

To be precise, I wanted to believe that it was a fuss.

“If you look at the stats, only the holy power and magic power are actually low, but the other combat stats are far superior. Also, the number of skills is almost a handful for incoming students.”

The thrilled professor suddenly grabbed my shoulder and said,

“Originally, it would be appropriate to place them in a lower class according to their stats, but… You can’t rot such a talented person in the lower class. As a special ticket, I will temporarily promote you to the intermediate class. I wish you well in the second exam!”

He starts banging on my shoulder.

Even after that, he poured out words like blessings, but none of them reached his ears.

“… Schmitz, you’re in a different class than me… ?”

Only Arlott’s muttering in shock resonated in my ears.

* * *

After passing the first exam, Arlot and I were strolling around the academy’s yard.

It was because there was still time to spare until the second test.

In fact, there was one more reason for the walk.

“Go, princess. Don’t be too concerned. The current half is only temporary, and it can be sufficiently changed with the second test.”

“… I mean, I wanted to.”

“…I’m sorry. Can you say that again?”

She said something, but I couldn’t hear her mumbling.

After stopping the wheelchair, I got down on one knee in front of her.

Her head was lowered, revealing her face.

“I wanted to be in the same class as Schmitz…”

“…”

I was speechless at the sight of it.

It’s not like he’s angry at being assigned to a class higher than himself, a nobleman, even though he’s an attendant.

It’s not that I’m lamenting my own ugliness and hating myself.

To be so depressed over the fact that you just couldn’t be in the same class as me.

‘… You shouldn’t laugh.’

Because of the cute figure that relied on me, the corners of my mouth naturally went up.

I bite my teeth and barely hold back my father’s smile.

Arlott is so sad, but I can’t smile there-

“…Schmitz. Your expression is strange.”

“Pooh!”

The figure of Arlott tilting his head with his eyes red.

In the end, I couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m sorry… Puff…”

For a while Arlott patted me on the shoulder,

My fist didn’t hurt at all, so I couldn’t stop laughing.

Time goes by like that-

“…So, you mean we can be in the same class?”

“Yes, it is.”

Arlot, whose eyes are red from tears.

I calmly explained my plan to her.

“If you show a lower level in the second screening, you will automatically be assigned to the lower class.”

“However…”

“If that doesn’t work, I’ll have to contact the school directly, and I’ll have to go to the lower class no matter what.”

“…That’s not the problem.”

There were many ways to get to the lower class.

The easiest thing is to get out of sparring, and you can talk directly or press with power.

But Arlott still had a sullen expression on his face, as if he didn’t like it.

“Schmitz is originally an intermediate level, but he has to come down because of me.”

“Actually, class placement doesn’t matter too much.”

“Isn’t it important?”

“I entered the academy to assist the young lady. Being able to stay by her side is more important than going to the advanced or intermediate class.”

This statement was undeniably true.

To be precise, I should say that I want to see Arlott flirting with Evan…

Because I can’t tell the truth.

“So, you don’t have to worry about class. Even if the young lady ends up in the junior class, I’ll be happy to stay by your side.”

“… Yes, I will work hard and try not to catch Schmitz’s ankle.”

“I will try too.”

It is assumed that the laughter of a favorite person is contagious.

Seeing Arlott smiling and making up his mind made me smile too.

As expected, rather than struggling in pain, such a bright appearance suits Arlot better.

“Now let’s go slowly.”

“yes. I’ll take you to the second test site.”

The second test is a one-on-one match between students from each temporary class.

Whoever comes out will fall into the lower class with Arlott in a spectacular defeat.

With that kind of determination, I headed for the second test site…

“This is nonsense… !”

“Why, why, Schmitz?”

When I checked the bracket at the second test site, I was shocked.

[Temporary Intermediate Class Waltz Schmitz VS Temporary Intermediate Class Torino Koyono]

My opponent, Torino Koyono.

She is one of the main heroines of the original ＜Party to Savior＞ and-

This is because in the original work, he was a character who boasted terrible fighting skills and barely entered the lower class.