A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy

TLed by NolepGuy

Chapter 94

Forced fall, water torture, bomb vest, and as the finishing touch, even self-resurrection and unintended nudity.

Although the nudity was unintentional, it was still a situation that occurred nonetheless.

Would you believe it if all these actions came from a single person? Even just the bomb vest alone would earn him the label of a madman.

However, Sivar used every means available simply because he lacked attack rights. This proved that he was far from unintelligent.

The problem was that his methods were excessively ruthless. Without attack rights, he resorted to every possible method, most of which were shocking.

“How on earth did he come up with those methods? It’s even more puzzling because it’s Sivar, not some other student.”

“Right? There’s a saying that humans are inherently evil—could that be why?”

“You mean the theory of inherent evil? I think I might believe it a little.”

Sivar is a wildling. He was busy surviving in the wilderness and has only been part of civilization for about two months.

It’s hard to believe he could have ‘learned’ such things in that short time. After all, wasn’t he living with Rod?

Therefore, it’s reasonable to conclude that he came up with these methods on his own. But the real question is whether this should be considered a problem.

“If he had been given attack rights from the start, none of this would have happened. It’s even questionable whether his actions had malicious intent.”

“Malicious intent… It’s possible he simply prioritized efficiency in his own way, so it’s something to consider.”

“I don’t think there was any malice. He probably just thought, ‘This seems like the best way to handle it.'”

The professors observing Sivar thought he had some concept of morality and ethics, but it seemed faint at best.

To survive in the wilderness, he must have used every means available, likely hunting various animals in the process.

Considering such an environment, it’s remarkable that his violent disposition is relatively low. Some even opposed him, claiming he was more violent than the barbarian Kara.

“Come to think of it, wasn’t it Professor Delphoi who restricted his attack rights?”

“Yes, he’s the professor who didn’t like Sivar from the beginning.”

“Bring that man here first.”

The professor in question was none other than Professor Delphoi. Unlike the other professors, Delphoi was particularly vocal in his opposition.

Originally, the plan was to grant Sivar attack rights for the sake of equity and fairness.

Being too strong isn’t a problem. Strength can be evaluated as it is.

If someone’s survival ranking improved by avoiding Sivar, they could be rated even higher.

Isn’t it said that true victory lies in winning without fighting?

The ultimate goal of this trial is to gain everything possible while avoiding unnecessary conflict.

“…Because of this, we all ended up having to write written apologies. Professor Delphoi, you’ll probably need to write a few more.”

“… …”

“Fairness and equity disappeared the moment Sivar’s attack rights were taken away. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

And so, they summoned Professor Delphoi, the root of all evil, to question him about various matters.

For Delphoi, who was leisurely conducting research in his lab, it was a situation that was not only surprising but absurd.

However, even that absurdity soon turned into irritation.

“Look, I may have made the suggestion, but you’re the ones who accepted it, aren’t you? I’m curious why I’m the only one being blamed.”

Delphoi’s argument wasn’t entirely without merit. He only made the suggestion; it was the other professors who accepted it.

Moreover, there were professors who agreed with him, saying his opinion had some validity. It was a somewhat unfair situation for him.

“That’s true. But even so, you can’t avoid responsibility. Even those of us who opposed it have to write written apologies.”

“That’s…”

“More importantly, what did you say, Professor Delphoi? Didn’t you claim that Sivar needed to restrain his violence to integrate into civilization?”

Delphoi had argued that Sivar possessed an even greater violent disposition than Kara and needed to be forcibly restrained.

He likened it to putting a muzzle on a large dog, insisting Sivar should be treated as a beast rather than a person.

Although professors like Marlboro expressed negative opinions about this, it unfortunately passed by majority vote.

Incidentally, the professors who voted in favor were from other classes and didn’t directly teach Sivar.

Judging based solely on rumors, they were biased and ended up siding with Delphoi’s opinion.

“Look at the results now. Restraining violence? What nonsense. When other students are using even greater violence, singling out Sivar is absurd.”

“It’s actually causing significant trauma to the students. Especially the one subjected to water torture—they might need counseling or even hospitalization.”

“What’s even more ridiculous is that someone else decided something we should have determined ourselves.”

As Serah coldly pointed out, it was originally the advising professors’ responsibility to make such decisions. However, Delphoi essentially changed it through political intrigue.

The Academy is a fiercely competitive institution, and the professors are no exception. Each is a representative from their respective nations.

To claim there’s no politics in such a society would be absurd. Delphoi exploited this to commit an abuse of authority.

“B-but I told you, didn’t I? That wildling committed violence against me for no reason. I only intended to greet him warmly, but he twisted my wrist.”

Sensing the atmosphere turning against him, Delphoi hurriedly spoke up.

He brought up an incident where he had been severely dealt with by Sivar after bothering Luna.

Conveniently, he left out the parts that were disadvantageous to him.

“You didn’t happen to touch her shoulder or anything like that, did you?”

“T-that’s not it!”

At Yi Yeonhwa’s question, Delphoi replied in a slightly flustered voice. While it was true he tried to touch Luna’s shoulder, Sivar wasn’t the one at fault.

The professors, not sensing any lies in Delphoi’s words, tilted their heads in confusion.

“That’s strange. From what I’ve observed, Sivar doesn’t resort to violence without reason.”

“Unless it’s a defense mechanism, he usually stays quiet. Even if he causes trouble during class, he still listens attentively.”

One by one, only positive opinions about Sivar emerged. To them, Sivar was a ‘student who listens well.’

It might sound funny to describe him that way, but it’s true. He diligently attends class without slacking off.

Even though he exhibits eccentric acts during afternoon training or practical sessions, the professors can’t help but find him endearing.

“Professor Delphoi?”

“Yes?”

“You didn’t conveniently leave out your own wrongdoing, did you?”

This was Godin’s question. He didn’t take Delphoi’s words at face value.

It was when Sivar had twisted Delphoi’s wrist. At that time, Delphoi had openly badmouthed Sivar.

Someone like that claiming to greet him warmly? At least Godin didn’t see it that way.

“…What do you mean by that? Are you saying I was at fault first?”

“Hmm… Perhaps I phrased it poorly. What I mean is, did you engage in any behavior that could be misunderstood?”

At Godin’s detailed question, Delphoi flinched again. He had indeed acted in a way that could be misinterpreted.

However, admitting it outright would put him at a disadvantage. So, he frowned and raised his voice.

“I did no such thing! Do I seem like that kind of person to you, Professor Godin?”

“Is that so? That’s quite strange.”

“What’s so strange about it?”

Marlboro asked Godin, sensing something didn’t quite add up.

“Do you remember the first time I put my hand on Sivar’s shoulder?”

“Of course I remember. You nearly got yourself torn to pieces back then.”

“Uh… Yes. Anyway, after that, I became Sivar’s advising professor, and he even waved and greeted me warmly. Despite having a reason to hold a grudge, he didn’t.”

“Really?”

That was rather surprising. Given the circumstances, he should have had lingering resentment, yet he greeted warmly.

And it wasn’t just that. The people around Sivar all seemed to be kind-hearted individuals.

Even Kara, contrary to the rumors, had a gentle nature. He surrounded himself with people worth keeping close.

“Is it really the instinct of the wilderness?”

“Who knows? I can’t say for sure.”

“Well, let’s move on for now and prepare to write our written apologies. I wonder what the Chancellor will say when he hears about this.”

“Won’t he just laugh it off? Knowing his personality, that seems likely.”

Considering Rod’s personality, that might indeed be the case. However, he wouldn’t easily overlook Sivar’s water torture and bomb vest incidents.

As the situation seemed to wrap up, Delphoi gritted his teeth and turned his back. He felt he had suffered every possible humiliation.

‘That bastard twisted my wrist first!’

He was still fuming. All he had done was extend his hand out of friendliness, yet Sivar had twisted his wrist.

Although there was a slimy desire hidden within that friendliness, Delphoi didn’t care about that.

He only remembered the violence Sivar had inflicted on him, which had humiliated him.

“…Well then, I’ll take my leave.”

“Alright. Oh, Professor Delphoi.”

“What now?”

At Godin’s call, Delphoi replied in a chilling tone without even turning around.

While Sivar was infuriating, Godin was equally irritating. He had disliked him from the start.

“You know Grace, don’t you? The young lady of Duke Berche’s household.”

“…Yes. Why do you ask about her?”

“That student mentioned wanting to request my guidance after this exam. Could you perhaps tell me more about them later?”

“··· ···”

It was a question filled with pure curiosity about the student, devoid of any malice. However, to Delphoi, it was utterly humiliating.

The implication was clear—Godin’s teaching was superior to his own. For Delphoi, it was a situation where his pride wasn’t just bruised but completely shredded.

Moreover, while Grace had spoken as politely as possible, her naturally sharp demeanor made it come across as condescending.

‘This guy, that guy, all of them······!’

He wanted nothing more than to unleash his rage right now. But for the moment, it was impossible.

Delphoi resolved to release this pent-up desire soon, all the while suppressing his anger as much as he could.

“······A fine student. So exceptional that even Professor Godin might find it difficult to handle them.”

“Is that so? Then it will be a valuable experience for me as well.”

Godin replied with a bright, cheerful smile. His kind-hearted nature was evident in his response.

That, in turn, only served to irritate Delphoi even more. Without offering another word, Delphoi turned and walked away.

While Godin remained oblivious, the other professors noticed that Delphoi’s fists were clenched tightly but chose not to comment.

A strong sense of foreboding lingered, as if a major incident involving Delphoi was bound to occur soon.

“Alright. We also need to prepare our written apologies, so let’s focus on the exam for now.”

“Shall we lift the restriction on Sivar’s attack rights now?”

“That would make us seem too indecisive. For now, let’s just observe······”

Serah stopped mid-sentence as soon as she turned her gaze to the screen displaying the ongoing exam. At the same time, her blue eyes began to tremble slightly.

For someone like her, who always maintained a stoic expression, this was an unusual reaction. The other professors also turned their heads toward the screen.

On the screen was Sivar, who had changed his clothes and returned to his team. The issue lay in his actions.

[What are you putting in that bag?]

[A bomb.]

[Why a bomb? No, wait—why do you even like bombs so much?]

Sivar was placing a bomb into his bag. The bag was meant to carry various items.

It was one of the objects that could be collected in the exam hall, with its capacity varying depending on the item.

[Open it, and boom!]

[··· ···]

Both the faculty and even Grace were left speechless at Sivar’s description.

If the bag were opened, the bomb would detonate immediately. It was an idea as shocking as the bomb vest.

Where on earth had he learned such things? It was too ingenious to believe he had figured it out on his own.

[······Do you have anything else in mind?]

[Yeah. A pit and a water container.]

[I get the pit, but what’s the water container for?]

[A bomb inside the water container. When someone drinks it—boom!]

[··· ···]

One ingenious idea after another spilled out, painting a bright future for his creativity. Grace seemed to have given up on responding any further.

The professors stared blankly at the scene. Eventually, Marlboro sighed first and spoke up.

“······Let’s grant him attack rights. This is an academy, not a terrorist training camp.”

It strongly felt like they would have to write even more written apologies soon.