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

Gerhard realized this was the same as what he had experienced before.

As he grabbed his head and collapsed onto the bed, memories flooded into his mind like a tide.

["How about it, Aint? Would you like to join the club with me?"

"Club?"

"Yes. I was invited by the seniors. The Yacht Club, I think. A club where we build relationships on a yacht once a month."]

["You must be Aint."

The man sitting naturally at the head seat was watching him.

Aint bowed his head.

"I greet you, Your Highness the Prince."

"Come now, within the Academy, we're all just students. Excessive courtesy isn't necessary."

[There were countless of them, almost like a wave.