The Third-Rate Academy Villain Who Refuses to Become a Beggar

Carlo, whose pupils shook at the direct mention, answered curtly and then sharply turned his head away.

"A big-framed fellow acting so flimsy. I want to summon a golem and plant a fist in his face."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

At that moment, the firmly closed door of the lecture hall slid open.

The sound of clicking heels mixed with light footsteps. It was a pair of man and woman who entered.

"The Knight department is all gathered. Professor Rosalia, how is the Magic department?"

A red-haired man with a fairly large scar on his face spoke while looking around the audience.

He was Grad Xant, the professor of "War and Practical Dueling Techniques" for the second-year Knight department.

"All second-year Magic department students are here as well. Fortunately, there are no latecomers."

The owner of the blue-black hair that reached down to her waist, Rosalia Wienderk, the professor of "Combat, War, and Magic" for the second-year Magic department, answered.

"I see."

Grad strode forward and stood at the podium.