Chapter 48 - To His Amusement Part 2

The next morning, a red-clad Wesley, with two dark swords hanging from his left hip, was walking toward the academy. It wasn’t too early in the morning, so the streets were somewhat crowded. However, Wesley's flamboyantly colored uniform was extremely eye-catching, causing a lot of people to stare at him with a myriad of expressions on their faces.

Wesley ignored all those gazes and walked toward his destination with an unworried expression on his face. He was already used to the surprised looks from people as they realized he was from the academy.

As Wesley walked toward the academy, numerous different thoughts were floating around his head. He was trying to recall what it was he had felt last night. It seemed important, like something you know or should know, but you just can’t put your finger on it.

Even when he tried to sleep last night, he could barely do so because of the thing that was eluding him. If he hadn't been so tired, causing him to fall asleep involuntarily, he probably would've spent the whole night thinking about it.

While Wesley was lost in his thoughts, he had already reached the academy's gate. Shaking his head at whatever it was he had just been thinking about, Wesley walked into the academy.

Upon entering, Wesley didn’t head to the main building. Instead, he circumvented it and went toward the swordsmanship class, which was located outside the academy. The simple fact that the swordsmanship class was located outside the main building showed just how much importance the academy placed on swordsmanship.

Wesley, however, couldn’t care less about the position of swordsmanship in this world or this academy. He was a mage by nature, and although he felt some familiarity with swordsmanship, it was not enough to make him worry in situations like this.

As Wesley headed toward the swordsmanship class, he noticed that there were numerous blue-robed students walking past in a hurried pace. Wesley looked at these first years with a hint of amusement as they scampered around.

At least a dozen blue-robed students walked briskly past him, causing Wesley to wonder what they were running from. As he wondered, his attention was drawn to a boy and a girl among the rushing students.

The girl pouted in annoyance and spoke to the boy:

"Who does he think he is, telling us to scram like he owns the courtyard?"

The boy clearly didn’t want to talk about it, as a frown formed on his face. He then said with a dejected voice:

"I don’t think he’s obnoxious, but with so many second-year lackeys, he must have some background."

The girl immediately turned her head to the boy, looking at him hatefully, causing her to further pout as she spoke:

"Who here doesn’t have a background? If anything, he’s more trashy than others. Failing to advance a year... Hmph."

Hearing the words "obnoxious," "second-year lackeys," and "failed to advance a year," Wesley's eyes lit up as a picture of a certain blue-haired junior of his surfaced in his mind. A smile appeared on his face as Wesley, who had been feeling somewhat down today, suddenly saw an opportunity to be entertained.

Wesley immediately adjusted his course and headed toward the courtyard. He only had a few minutes before class started, but he really wanted to have some fun with his favorite junior.

Wesley reached the courtyard soon enough. As soon as he arrived, he noticed that under the same tree where he had been reading the other day, a group of five red-robed students was standing. Beyond them, a blue-robed student stood.

Wesley was curious about what they were doing, so he nonchalantly walked toward them. The students had chased away all the first years from the courtyard, so they weren’t expecting anyone to come toward them, allowing Wesley to approach without their notice.

The moment Wesley was within hearing range of the students, he heard an extremely annoyed and prideful voice sound from behind the blue-robed student.

"Roman. You are blocking my path. I have no time to waste on your kind. Move."

The voice was that of a girl, but if one only went by the amount of pride and disdain present in it, they would have thought it belonged to a king. Hearing this voice, Wesley was rather surprised. He tilted his head slightly to look past the blue-robed student.

Wesley immediately noticed a red-robed girl standing in front of the blue-robed Roman while staring daggers at him. The girl had long silver hair that reached all the way down her back, and her eyes were a similar silver color. If not for the fact that her hair was somewhat disheveled and her eyes somewhat bloodshot, she would have been extremely cute.

"Rin. You should be nicer to me. We are, after all, destined to be together."

Hearing this, Wesley almost spit out blood. If that wasn’t a classic line spoken by a lovesick noble boy, then nothing was. Wesley was so amused that he was about to laugh out loud, but he still controlled his laughter so that he could hear more of this love story.

As if making Wesley’s wish come true, the girl's voice resounded once again:

"Destined? You and I are destined the same way a frog is destined for a swan. Stop being deluded and know your place."

"You are pushing..."

However, before Roman could even finish his rebuttal, an extremely hearty laugh came from behind him. Roman immediately thought that one of his lackeys was laughing at him, so he turned around and looked at them menacingly, only to find that they were also looking behind them.

Roman immediately realized that someone else was mocking him, so he looked past his lackeys, only to see a red-robed, blue-haired student with two swords, laughing while bent over and holding his stomach.

The moment Roman noticed this person, his face turned extremely ugly, and his eyes radiated with a fierce light, filled with hate and malice. He immediately barked at Wesley:

"Wesley. This doesn’t concern you. Begone."

Roman hated Wesley as much as person can hate another, but he knew that Wesley was a vicious bastard that was neither kind nor considerate. He was extremely unwilling to talk to such a person in front of the girl he liked.

Wesley just raised his head and looked at the fuming Roman while still laughing. Wesley was laughing so much that there were hints of tears coming from his eyes. Wesley looked at Roman, and then his laughing got even louder causing Roman to become even more infuriated, he spoke again, his voice even becoming louder.

"What is so funny."

Wesley just continued laughing without listening to Roman's roars. After almost half a minute of incessant laughing Wesley once again raised his head and looked at Roman then spoke:

"Little Junior. I thought your magic skills were pitiful. However, compared to your skills with girls, I dare say your magic skills are almost god-like. Haha."

"Wesley. I said this doesn’t concern you."

"Little junior. I have been thinking, You lack so many skills that it is almost surprising you figured out how to breathe. However, I believe that being this skill-less is a skill on itself. Don’t you think so, Haha."

Hearing Wesley's words, Roman could feel his heart clench and his blood congeal. If hate could be manifested physically, Roman was feeling it. He really hated this Wesley and regretted the day he met him. Roman just clenched his jaws and spoke:

"We're leaving. I will remember this Wesley."

Roman immediately walked past his lackeys with haste. He didn’t want to be near this Wesley anymore, lest he loses even more face in front of the girl he likes. Also, fighting Wesley was not an option, since none of his lackeys were confident in being his opponent.

Seeing the leaving Roman, Wesley was not willing to let him leave as he spoke again:

"Don’t go Little Junior. Maybe if you try again, you'll succeed. Haha."

Roman just ignored Wesley's words as he hurried along without even looking back. He truly wanted to get away from Wesley and his mockery. It would probably be a while before he could show his face in front of that girl.

Wesley just continued his laughing. He completely forgot about his earlier thoughts as he continued recalling the girl's words as she spoke to Roman. Wesley, immediately walked away while laughing only to hear a voice come from behind him.

"You. I didn’t ask for your help, so you'll get no thanks from me."

The amount of pride in this girl's voice seemed boundless. Wesley just waved his hand carelessly as he continued walking while laughing. The girl's prideful voice resounded once again:

"You dare walk away from me while I am speaking. Do you know who I am."

Wesley who was walking suddenly paused. He turned his head to look at the girl who was standing there with her hands crossed and her chin raised as if she was looking down on a subject. He couldn’t help but sigh at how he always seems to attract people like her.

Wesley spoke with teary eyes while still laughing:

"Haha. No I don't know who you are and I really don't care. Haha.."

Wesley was rather annoyed by this girl's haughtiness, but his annoyance was less than his amusement. As he tried being firm with her, he couldn’t help but recall her words causing him to laugh as he spoke.

Wesley knew that for someone to be this haughty and proud, they must be someone with background. However, considering his own background and the fact that titles were worthless in the academy, Wesley was not worried about who she is in the slightest.

Wesley immediately turned around and continued his walking without even glancing at the silver haired girl.

As Wesley walked away from her, the silver haired girl stared at his back with a complicated look on her face. As a second year student, she knew who this Wesley was superficially, but his true character was a mystery to most students, causing many of them to have high expectation of him in their minds.

As she looked at this still laughing Wesley, she felt like laughing too, but she also felt some anger at how casually disrespectful towards her he was. These opposite emotions caused her to have a complicated look between laughter and anger to alternate on her face.

Wesley, however, didn’t see any of this as he simply continued with his walking.