Having overslept due to an intense conversation with Asmodeus, I hurriedly left the inn.
Of course, I did not forget to change my face using the power of Andromalius.
Perhaps because I was still immature in handling my powers, I went through several trials and errors that turned parts of me into snake heads, but the results were not bad.
Eyes reminiscent of amethyst, with hair as dark as ebony. It was an appearance that thoroughly reflected my taste.
However, it was impossible to completely cover the original scar, and moving it to another part of the body had its limitations.
Changing my face for my future life at the academy was a necessity, not an option.
'Do I want to stand out too much? Well, how about it? i can live like a dead rat.'
Reflecting on yesterday's lesson, I wrapped my entire body in at least three layers of strengthening magic to prepare for any unexpected accidents.
Thanks to this, I was able to arrive on time, but I had to run around the roof like a cat that stole a fish.
"It's surprisingly big."
As befits its setting as the empire's best academy, it boasted an enormous size.
Standing in front of the main gate, I approached a man who appeared to be a supervisor to apply for the entrance exam.
"I'm here to apply for the entrance exam."
The supervisor began to look at me with an indifferent expression and then spoke indifferently.
"Are you a commoner or a nobleman?"
"… First of all, I am a nobleman."
"A letter of recommendation?"
"It doesn't exist."
Upon hearing those words, the supervisor's attitude changed noticeably.
Now, he was talking openly with a look of annoyance on his face.
"Family and name."
"My name is Zail Sieghardt."
The supervisor's face, which had taken me lightly, gradually began to turn pale.
"Sieghardt… … . Wait a moment."
"What is it?"
He turned blue and now even began to stutter.
"Can you show me the seal of the family… ?"
I casually took out the seal I had in my pocket and showed it to him.
Then he started making a fuss as if he had seen a ghost.
"S-S-Sieghardt! It's really Sieghardt!"
What, why are you like this? For some reason, the reaction was strange.
Then, with a face full of joy, he began to scream loudly.
"Hero! The descendant of the heroic family has returned!"
… Yes?
… A hero?
"The descendant of Sieghardt, the hero of the Empire, has returned!"
What kind of crazy thing is this? That's not a hero, he's a demon worshiper!
'… What is this guy saying now? A family of heroes? I think he's completely mistaken, but I'm just a fallen aristocrat from the frontier.'
Embarrassed, I looked at the supervisor with a blank expression on my face.
The image of him blatantly ignoring me just moments ago was gone, and he grabbed my hand with an expression of emotion as if he had accepted God.
"… I am meeting you because I do not know you. Sorry. Descendant of heroes."
"Hey, that… I think you're misunderstanding something, but I'm not a descendant of heroes."
"...The descendants of true heroes are trying to humble themselves even at moments like this. This is so shocking."
Did this guy suffer from heat? Why is he doing this? I heard a murmur around me.
Perhaps because the supervisor made such a fuss, attention inevitably began to focus on me.
"Did you just hear that? That man over there is from the Sieghardt family?"
"This is the Sieghardt we know? Ah, the Sieghardt family… I heard that it went extinct 100 years ago."
"No. I clearly heard the supervisor say it was Sieghardt."
"Really? Sieghardt, the legendary dragon slayer, actually exists?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I heard from my grandmother that the Sieghardt clan has been blessed with special eyes for hunting dragons for generations. They say that it is a unique type of eye that is used to interpret the advanced magic of dragons, and because the eyes look exactly like jewels, they are called jewel eyes. Can you see it? Those amethyst-like eyes. They must be jewels."
Hero? Dragon slayer? What, that's scary.
I don't know anything about that. I'm not that kind of person. I'm just an ordinary fallen noble with a name. It's nothing.
72 denominations.
You fanatics. They say the Sieghardt family is a fallen count family in a remote corner of the country.
Why is it so famous? It's a jewel and a nabal that has been passed down from generation to generation.
I just made it to my taste.
'But who is that bastard who knows so much about the Sieghardt family?'
I looked at the boy who was explaining the Sieghardt family with all his might.
He had a small body, big glasses, and looked like a typical study bug. At that moment, our eyes met.
'Did he feel my gaze?' The boy smiled slightly at me and moved his mouth quietly.
[For the 72nd denomination.]
He indicated that he knew who I was and that he was also a member of the church.
I turned my head without saying a word.
'Those crazy fanatics…'
I just needed a good-looking family name to avoid being noticed. Instead, it attracted attention in a harsh way.
Among the countless gazes directed at me, there was one that was particularly intense enough to sting my face.
It was the handsome-looking boy I had bumped into on the street.
'He was here, as expected.'
He was looking at me with burning eyes and muttering something.
Originally, it was a distance where I could never hear him, but thanks to strengthening my body, my hearing was also enhanced, making it possible to hear his voice.
"Are you really the heir to the famous Sieghardt family? I don't feel any special energy... . No way! Are you so good at conserving your energy that I can't even read it with my senses? After all, you can't fake a hero's bloodline. But still, I will never back down."
Now, what the hell is this bullshit? Damn it.
"I will definitely take the top spot in this entrance exam and prove that my father's swordsmanship was never wrong. Even if what stands in the way is the bloodline of a hero."
There was no end to wondering where it all went wrong.