Chapter 386: The Merchant of Death, Fabio (9)
There’s one major trait that all those we commonly refer to as “suckers” have in common.
They’re under the massive delusion that they’re not suckers—and that they’re the ones in control of the game.
The courageous “I can do it!” attitude is admittedly admirable, but reality always turns out to be a steaming sewer.
It’s like how grown-ups used to say you’d find love once you got into college.
“What kind of dead-frozen romance are they talking about in college, right, Sebastian?”
Sebastian tilted his head at my words.
“Romance in college? Are you talking about sodomy? Deus, have mercy. I’d rather see a heretic walk through the door.”
“No, I mean people finding romantic partners while attending university.”
“Ah. I thought some unspeakable tragedy had occurred where men in college were falling in love with each other.”
“That’s obviously not something that would ever happen. If some bastard ever got caught doing that kind of crap at our university, I’d personally make sure he didn’t walk away from it.”
In the Toscani Empire—or rather, anywhere on the Albanian continent—only men can attend university.
No matter what happens, even if the sky flips upside down, women can’t go.