[I THOUGHT you weren't going to use the shell-changing capsules? This is already your second time using it, Shittyhead. Do you enjoy getting attention for your face in a positive way?]
Zirkus just ignored Blob, as usual.
It wasn't like he could pick a fight with the rude System while he was walking on the school premises and people were looking at him.
In a positive way, at that.
Both boys and girls seemed to be enamored with his fake face.
"Do we have a schoolmate who's as handsome as him?"
"His face is on the same level as the Heavenly Trio…"
"Is he really from our academy?"
"Don't you know how strict our academy is? He can't have access to the school facilities if he doesn't have a legitimate school ID. And it's not something that you can fake with magic."
Zirkus could only agree with the last student who spoke.
But there was a loophole in the school security that he was currently exploiting.
It's true that you need a school ID to access the facilities like the dining hall and the training hall. Unfortunately, the scanners can only verify if the school IDs are legit or not. They can't register the names of the students who are using those facilities.
In short, Zirkus wasn't leaving traces as he was roaming in the school as 'Blob.'
Both the school and the students are weak when it comes to tracing magic, though. If there's a strong mage here, then my shell-changing capsules should have been discovered already.
Was it because the Holy Sword Academy was more focused on swordsmanship and creating Aura instead of Mana?
Yeah, there was a significant difference between the two.
Aura can only be produced by people who dedicate themselves to their weapons like the swordsmen. Mana, on the other hand, is wielded by people who have an affinity for magic.
In The Legendary Fisher, people who have Mana have more advantage than people with Aura. Although Swordmasters had a higher chance of surviving a fight against Sea Monsters because they could use Aura, ordinary swordsmen had little to none possibility of winning since ordinary swordsmen couldn't wield Aura.
Having said that, it was still better to become a Mana-user than a swordsman since Sea Monsters were creatures weak to Mana. That was why many graduates of the Holy Sword Academy died when the apocalypse happened…
Huh?
Zirkus stopped walking when he realized something.
What am I doing in this academy when only Swordmasters with Aura could fight and maybe win against Sea Monsters? If I want to survive just in case I failed and Cataclysm still descended into this world, then I should have a Plan B.
It wasn't like Zirkus didn't trust himself.
But one should always be prepared for the worst-case scenario, right?
"Blob!"
Zirkus flinched when someone suddenly wrapped their arm around his shoulders. When he turned to look at who it was, he was slightly surprised. "Senior."
It was Rivo Creswell.
Zirkus was actually on his way to the office of The Inkman— the academy's Journalism Club— when the hero "caught" him.
"Where have you been these past few days?" Rivo Creswell asked, grinning at him. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
"I actually have a weak body, Senior," Zirkus lied "fluently." He even had the audacity to look and sound weak while talking. "I'm often excused from my classes. But I came out as soon as I felt better."
Rivo Creswell obviously believed him right away because he looked at him with pity in his eyes, then he gently dragged him in a different direction. "If you have just gotten better, then you shouldn't be walking around yet."
"Uhm, Senior, where are we going?"
The hero grinned at him. "I'm going to bring you to my secret hide-out that not even Enzo and Nixie know."
He acted flustered, of course. "Senior, is it really okay for me to be there then?"
"Of course," Rivo Creswell said cheerfully. "I need to thank you for saving us anyway. If it wasn't for the information you shared with me, then Enzo and I wouldn't have caught the men who sneaked Sea Monsters into our academy."
"Huh?" Zirkus asked. This time, he was genuinely surprised and confused. "Senior Enzo?"
***
IT'S LIKE I'm in a snacks room.
Zirkus was in a small room in an abandoned building in the West Wing of the Holy Sword Academy.
To be precise, he was sitting on a chair similar to a beanie bag while his lap was full of snacks and drinks that Rivo Creswell shoved into his arms earlier. It seemed like the hero really believed that he was a Freshman student.
So naïve. No wonder Enzo Fenton deceived him easily in the original novel.
"I have to apologize to you, Blob," Rivo Creswell said as if he was embarrassed. The hero was sitting on a similar beanie bag right across from him. He only took one piece of bread out of all the snacks that he shared with Zirkus. "After we talked last time, I actually bumped into Enzo. He's my best friend, so I know he's trustworthy. Hence, I told him about the tip that you gave me. Then I asked for his help to catch the culprits."
Much to his shock, the hero bowed his head to him.
"Senior, please don't apologize. It's really alright. Both you and Senior Enzo ended up saving us anyway."
Rivo Creswell raised his head and smiled at him. "Thank you for your understanding, Blob."
"It's nothing, Senior," Zirkus said, smiling "warmly." "But, Senior, may I know how you and Senior Enzo caught the culprits?"