The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 67

“Good morning, my lady.”

The curtains were briskly drawn open, and I woke up to the bright morning light. It was unusual for me, but I had slept so soundly that I overslept.

“Fars, good morning. I’ll get dressed right away.”
As usual, Anna helped me prepare, and I quickly changed into my training outfit before heading to the practice grounds. Fars was practicing as if nothing had changed from the day before.

If it were me, I’d probably be too excited to sleep, but knowing him, he likely fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow from sheer exhaustion.

While working through my own training routine, I turned to ask Fars a question.

“Fars, did you tell Violeta?”

“Hm? My mother? Of course, I did. I even sent her some of the prize money via magical courier.”
“Really? That’s very thoughtful of you.”

“You’re one to talk, Marloa. Don’t you send your mother gifts all the time?”

“Oh? You knew about that?”
“After spending this many years with you, it’s pretty easy to tell.”

He was right, and I couldn’t help but laugh with him as we completed our usual routine. Afterward, I returned to my room to prepare for the academy.
“Have a safe trip, Lady Marloa. Considering yesterday’s events, please be careful today.”

“…You’re right. Thank you, Otto. I’ll be off now.”

This morning, I decided to take the carriage to school. Being stopped on the road and arriving late was out of the question! Though, to be honest, skipping school to prepare for exams wouldn’t have been an issue.

“Fars, I hope you don’t get mobbed.”

“Yeah, I’ll just stick to being the silent squire.”

“Fufu, silent, huh?”

Fars struck a pose so sharp you could almost hear a sound effect accompanying it.

As the carriage arrived at the academy gates, Fars escorted me down, and we began walking toward the classroom.

Naturally, with yesterday’s events still fresh, all eyes were on us. Last year, the stares were a mix of curiosity and admiration, but this time, they seemed overwhelmingly favorable.

Every now and then, I felt a cold, glaring gaze—likely from those enamored with Fars. Ignoring it, I walked into the classroom under the weight of many watchful eyes.

“Fars, congratulations on your victory!”

With Prince Shelman’s cheerful remark, the entire class broke into applause, congratulating Fars.
“Thank you. I managed to win somehow.”

“Fars, you’re incredible! I made it to the quarterfinals this time, but let’s duel sometime soon!”

Nikolai looked ready to jump into a match then and there.
“Ah, maybe another time. I’m busy studying for exams. As a commoner, I need to place in the top ten.”

“Oh, right! That’s true. Fine, after exams, then.”

Seeing Nikolai’s enthusiasm, the prince and Lady Eleanor exchanged amused glances, laughing softly. This truly was a great class.

After classes ended, Fars mentioned that he’d stop by the knights’ club before heading home, so I decided to accompany him.

The knights’ club was abuzz with students animatedly discussing the events of the tournament.

However, as soon as Fars entered, the upperclassmen pointedly ignored him, clearly an attempt to slight him.

What unpleasant individuals.

I was outraged, but Fars seemed unbothered, treating it as a regular occurrence. The knights’ club, it seemed, was nothing more than a playground for nobles.

“Oh my, isn’t this a club for aspiring knights? It’s surprising to see such fragile egos here, all because a commoner won the tournament.”

“What did you say? Are you picking a fight? A girl like you, wearing knight’s attire, no less?”
One of the upperclassmen sneered at me.

“Isn’t it true? Don’t you feel ashamed as knights?”

“Shut up! You’re Fars’s master, aren’t you? A noble with no magic? That’s a joke! Hey, someone back me up here. Even the FSA Marquis family has fallen far, huh?”

At his words, the other students burst into laughter.

…Unbelievable.

They weren’t just insulting Fars but had also brought my family into it. Beneath my smile, anger simmered.

“Fars, inform the medics and instructors.”
I whispered to him, and with a nod, he sent a messenger bird flying.

“What’s this? You’re tattling to the teachers? Weaklings always cry when they can’t handle it. You probably begged the Marquis to win last year’s tournament too!”

“Oh, so you knew I was last year’s champion?”
“Cheating, obviously. There’s no way a magicless girl like you could beat us.”

The others laughed even harder at his comment. My patience was wearing thin.

“Then draw your sword. You should have no trouble defeating someone like me.”

About twenty students, including the upperclassman, stepped forward confidently, grinning. It seemed they planned to attack all at once. How disgraceful for future knights.

“We’ll take you on, all of us. This is going to be fun.”

“…Trash.”

I picked up a practice sword and prepared to face them when—
“Please stop! This is my fault. Don’t get hurt because of me!”

Fars stepped in, trying to defuse the situation.
“Hah! A commoner squire trying to play the hero? Pathetic. Step aside. It’s the girl we have a problem with.”

Their taunts only grew worse, emboldened by Fars’s plea. Despite myself, I chuckled softly at his attempt. This was just how things were.
“To insult my squire further after he tried to stop this… I can’t forgive any of you. Well, since it seems you’re ready, allow me to begin.”
In a single breath, I moved behind them and systematically took down the smug students with the flat of my blade or quick strikes. They didn’t even have time to resist before they all fell, one by one.

Ah, how anticlimactic. I didn’t even need to use body enhancement magic. If I had, their necks might have snapped clean off.

The upperclassmen were utterly defeated, far too easily.

“How pathetic. Are you really aiming to become knights? Do you intend to join the knightly order after graduating like this?”

I stood before the senior who had insulted me, delivering a sharp kick to his stomach.

“Lady Marloa, has your anger subsided?”

I was about to kick the next fallen student when those words stopped me.

“Well, my anger hasn’t fully dissipated, but for your sake, Your Highness, I’ll leave it at this.”
Accompanied by a medic and a teacher, Prince Sherman entered the room. It seemed he’d been in the faculty room discussing something with the teacher when Fars’s bird arrived, prompting him to join.

The teacher, face flushed red with anger, was furiously scolding the students.
“Haha! As expected of Lady Marloa. And Fars, why didn’t you stop them?”
“I did stop them. I told the seniors they’d get hurt and warned them to back down. They refused, so this is on them.”

Fars shrugged, clearly exasperated, and moved to assist the medics. Prince Sherman smiled kindly at the collapsed students.

“So, you all decided to draw your swords against a girl without magic? And not just one of you, but all of you, together. Against a single opponent.

Such conduct is unbecoming of knights. We have no place for those who violate the code of chivalry in the Royal Knights.

Ah, I just had a wonderful idea. Since the midterm break is coming up, I think it’s time for you to be reeducated—starting with the absolute basics of knighthood.

You’ll join the knightly order for field training, camping alongside them, and undergo rigorous training to rebuild you from the ground up.
If you fail, you may as well withdraw from the academy. Lady Marloa, would this be sufficient to ease your anger?”

The prince smiled brightly as he delivered his verdict. It was almost certain to be brutal training, perhaps involving magical beasts.
The students being healed by the medics, with Fars assisting, turned deathly pale at his words, far beyond their already shaken expressions.

“Of course, I’ll defer to Your Highness’s decision. …Ah, before I forget! To those currently lying here, expect official protests from your families to arrive shortly. Good luck with your training. Let’s go, Fars.”

Fars, who had been carrying one of the upperclassmen toward the medics, casually tossed him aside before stepping behind me, slipping seamlessly into his role as my squire.

“Well then, Your Highness, teachers. We’ll take our leave now. Good day to you.”

“Good day, Lady Marloa,” they replied in unison.

Later, I dutifully reported the incident to my father and Otto. As expected, our household sent letters of protest to the families involved. When my father learned I had dealt with the situation so swiftly, he could only hold his head in his hands.

A few days later, the knights’ club sent numerous apology letters. These “apologies” included desperate pleas to stop their forced participation in the field training.

How absurd. If they couldn’t handle this much, they were ill-suited for the life of a knight.

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