The best class in the academy was Class A, while the worst was Class E. Lester was in Class A. Although he did not attend classes other than combat training classes, the professors prevented him from being dropped because they were afraid of Lester's reaction.

Lester went to the area reserved for combat training and saw nearly 40 students warming up, preparing their mana, and waving swords or spears before the lesson started.

Combat training was slightly different from other courses because it was a compulsory course taken jointly by students of the Warrior faculty and the Mage faculty.

When the students saw Lester, they stopped their movements and stood as far away from him as possible.

The content of the war training course was mostly the same. Professors would show some war tactics and then separate the students into pairs and make them fight. For this reason, the students' reaction to walk away when they saw Lester was justified, because Lester had beaten everyone here so far. There were even situations where someone would have died if the professors hadn't stopped Lester.

Ruthless, angry, incomprehensible maniac, 'Mad dog' Lester was someone everyone, noble or commoner, wanted to stay away from.

Lester walked forward, ignoring the looks around him, and started doing warm-up exercises.

'Is he doing a warm-up exercise?'

'I see him preparing for training for the first time'

'This time his opponent will not make it out alive'

The students of the Warrior-Magician faculty, who normally had a cat-dog relationship, had stopped their warm-up exercises and were talking to each other.

"Yes, everyone get in line."

"hohoho everyone seems energetic today"

The warriors' professor, a middle-aged man with prominent muscles and a long sword on his waist, and next to him an old man with a staff in his hand, the magicians' professor, entered the training area. professors lined up the students. The professors, who had shown them a few tactics as usual, would now start matching the students. The matchmaking was usually a wizard versus a Warrior, but since there were more warriors than mages, there were also Warrior versus Warrior fights.

Since there were two professors teaching the course, they did the matching in turns, changing each week.

This time it was the professor of the Magician faculty's turn.

The magicians breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the professor starting to make the matching.

The warriors' faces became even more gloomy.

While the Warrior class students who were paired with someone other than Lester relaxed, the rest had no choice but to anxiously listen to the names coming out of the professor's mouth.

Finally, the professor paired Lester with a Warrior.

"Paul vs. Lester"

"Ah-!"

Matching up with Lester, Paul stepped back as he let out a bitter exclamation.

Paul was a talented boy from an ordinary family. His family made many sacrifices and sent money to support their son who got into the Academy. The money sent by his family, along with the scholarship given by the Academy, was his only income until he found a sponsor to support him, but even this money was not enough for him as he trained as a Warrior.

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Paul's expression became more and more pathetic as he remembered his several bitter fight experiences with Lester. If he fought Lester, his family's efforts and savings would be in vain. The mad dog beat you so much that you couldn't attend classes for several weeks without getting a good potion. Even if he attended classes when he bought a good potion, it was not possible to buy good equipment this time.

The student looked with pitying eyes at the boy who matched Lester.

Paul turned his head and looked at his professor with pleading eyes. The professor could do nothing but turn his head away with his apologetic expression.

'What is this dramatic scene?'

Lester frowned involuntarily, thinking they were exaggerating.

'He's frowning, he must be angry, Paul's done.'

'The mad dog will definitely kill this child today'

The whispers around made Lester frown even more.

After some preparations

Short matchmade fights have begun.

"Distance! distance! distance! You are a Magician, don't you realize that you are at a disadvantage if you let a swordsman get close to you? Next time, don't let your opponent get close to you so easily."

After each fight, regardless of the winner or loser, the professors would point out to the students their mistakes.

Lester studied the fights until it was his turn.

"Paul and Lester to the battlefield"

Following the professor's instructions, Lester jumped into the large ring where the fight took place, which was slightly above the ground.

Paul appeared before him slowly, like a prisoner on death row.

Lester studied Paul. It was obvious that this guy was afraid of him. It took him a while to remember because his memories as Ethan and his memories as Lester were mixed together, but eventually he did. He beat Paul to death several times. He had seriously injured not only Paul but also the other students in the class. Even if you were a nobleman, let alone a commoner, you would be involved in such deliberate violence at the Academy. A suspension or even expulsion would not have been surprising, but the academy did not want to provoke Ortiz's future heir. For this reason, he decided not to punish her actions as long as there was no death.

'I was really stupid'

He had dozens of memories of the past where he was filled with revenge and attacked those around him with anger. He was angry as if he wasn't himself. He fought and killed like a beast until the system was awakened along with the memories of his past life.

'I couldn't control my anger'

'No, I didn't even try to prevent it'

'system'

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[Blood Curse%??]

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He looked at the field marked [blood curse] in the opened system window.

'One of the most difficult characters to play is Lester Ortiz'

How could it be difficult to play a character who is the heir of such a prestigious noble family?

'Lester was powerful, the only child of one of the most prestigious families on the continent, and with his wealth, fame and power, he seemed an easy character to play. But there was a fact that threw all these positive aspects into the trash. Ortiz's hereditary [Blood Curse]

Lester fell into deep thought.

***

Paul looked across the ring.

Being in the same class as him, Lester Ortiz, the future head of the most prestigious noble family in the Empire, did not behave like ordinary Nobles. He had never seen her speak unless necessary. He did not attend classes other than war lessons.

Apart from these, the most important thing was his attitude, attacking the other person like a monster. In their previous fight, even when Paul's sword fell and his defeat was certain, this noble man of few words continued to punch and kick him. He even once attacked Paula, who was lying on the ground, with his sword, but fortunately he was stopped by the professor.

Lester was wearing comfortable casual clothes and his hand was on the hilt of the sword at his waist. His black eyes, matching his black hair, flickered from time to time, giving away that he was deep in thought.

"Start!"

Hearing the professor's voice, Paul took his stance with his sword, this time trying to get beaten as little as possible.

'I can't waste my money on potions'

'Mom, Dad, sister, I promise I won't waste the money you sent with difficulty! '

Making a promise in his mind, Paul looked at Lester with a determined face and noticed something strange.

Even though the war had started, he saw that Lester, who normally should have attacked him like a monster, was still standing in the same way, staring blankly ahead.

He occasionally frowned as he stared into space.

'He got even crazier!'

He was so scared that there was no trace left of his determined face.

Paul was not alone

The old professor who was ready to cast a Mana shield spell as a precaution in case Lester suddenly attacked and killed Paul, the middle-aged professor who examined Lester with his hand on the hilt of the sword against sudden situations, and the students who watched the scene with excitement and tension thought that Lester had gone even crazier.

Paul's back was already soaked as dozens of death scenarios came to his mind.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Paul remembered the words his father had said to him before coming to the Academy.

'Son, remember, what makes a man weak is not having fears, but not having the courage to face his fears.'

Looking down at his trembling hands, Paul gripped his sword tightly.

The shaking in his hands had stopped.

'I'm sorry dad, I almost let you down'

Paul was angry, not because he was afraid of the other person, but because he was getting ready to get beaten after hearing that he would have a match with Lester.

He was angry because he thought he had lost before he even tried.

He was angry that the guy in front of him was staring blankly into the air, not even paying attention to Paul, while his own back was soaked with fear of being beaten.

Not to Lester

He was angry because he didn't have the courage to face his own fear.

He shouted as he lunged at Lester like a madman.

"HAAA!"

On stage, it was as if the roles had changed...