A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy

Luna is well aware that her eyes are very special.

For that reason, she never disclosed her ability unless it was to someone she could trust.

Even in situations where the mouthpiece of chaos babbled on, she avoided using her ability as much as possible.

She had a hunch that the moment this ability became known, it would cause all sorts of trouble.

It was the same when she handed the colorless magic circle to Rod. He doubted Luna’s ability.

Although there was some suspicion, the nature of the issue allowed it to be put on the back burner.

‘I think… things have gotten a bit better now?’

How long had it been since she started feeling extreme pain in her eyes for an unknown reason?

It seemed like she had been in pain for almost an entire day. As a result, she couldn’t sleep.

Her eyes hurt so much that she couldn’t even open them properly. In the end, she was hospitalized.

She even struggled to eat, so she had to rely on Ellie for help. She planned to repay her later.

‘Is it because of the painkillers?’

In the midst of it all, Grace visited, making the situation noisy. Still, Luna didn’t pay much attention.

From what she overheard, it seemed to be about Grace’s bodyguard issue, but her eyes were more important at the moment.

The bandages wrapped tightly around her eyes to alleviate the pain—was it okay to remove them and open her eyes?

The pain, like needles stabbing into her eyes, made her a bit anxious, but she felt fine now.

It was as if nothing had happened, as if everything was normal. She felt like she’d been overreacting.

Although the doctor had advised her to monitor her condition, Luna decided to remove the bandages.

Surely, some change must have occurred in her eyes. Otherwise, there would have been no reason for the pain.

Srrrk-

Luna carefully unwrapped the bandages. The darkness that had filled her world all day slowly receded.

After removing all the bandages, she slowly opened her eyes. A bright light stabbed at her vision.

Fortunately, her eyesight was perfectly fine. In fact, everything seemed even clearer than before.

‘Hmm… no changes at all…’

Just as Luna was about to tilt her head in confusion, a strange window appeared in her vision.

It was a window similar to the one that appeared when appraising objects. However, its form and content were different this time.

[Luna Estelle]

•Strength: 72

•Agility: 89

•Stamina: 94

•Mana: 85

•Luck: 54

•Faith: ??

The message was entirely different from the one she saw when appraising objects. Luna blinked.

At first, she was slightly taken aback, but she quickly grasped the general idea of what it meant.

It seemed to quantify physical abilities into numerical values.

‘But what’s with the question marks for faith?’

She wasn’t sure about that part. Did one need to believe in a god for it to display a value?

After staring at the “Faith” section for a while, she turned her head. She saw her acquaintances arguing around Sivar.

It seemed Grace had pulled some sort of trick, but that wasn’t the priority right now. Luna first looked at Sivar.

Throb!

“Ahh…”

She tried to focus as if appraising an object, but all she got was pain.

Luna frowned and shifted her gaze to Kara. Perhaps the issue was with the appraisal itself.

[Kara Meyer Hector’s Daughter]

•Strength: 125

•Agility: 127

•Stamina: 121

•Mana: 132

•Luck: 89

•Faith: 145

Contrary to her expectations, Kara’s full name and all her stats were displayed. It seemed only Sivar was an exception.

As Luna examined Kara’s stats in detail, she felt a bit disheartened. The difference was greater than she’d expected.

“Strength of 125? And I only have 72…”

Even her faith exceeded 140. As someone favored by Gulak, her faith seemed naturally high.

In contrast, Luna felt utterly insignificant. If anything, her stats were nearly halved compared to Kara’s.

Meanwhile, Sivar glanced at Luna. It seemed he had overheard her muttering earlier.

Luna deliberately avoided his gaze and focused on Kara. She wondered if anything else would show up.

‘Nothing’s appearing.’

No matter how intently she stared at Kara, nothing new appeared. It seemed only the stats were displayed and nothing more.

At this rate, she had far too few samples. She couldn’t gauge how strong Kara’s physical abilities were or how weak she herself was.

So Luna decided to check Grace and Ellie as well. Since Grace was a mage and Ellie was non-combat personnel, they would be easier to compare.

[Grace Aria del Berche]

•Strength: 32

•Agility: 30

•Stamina: 25

•Mana: 122

•Luck: 26

•Faith: 85

First was Grace. As expected of a mage, her basic physical abilities were very low.

While her mana was high, as one would expect of a mage, what surprised Luna more was her luck. It was unusually low.

In truth, Luna wasn’t sure what criteria determined luck. But for it to be this low seemed a bit extreme.

‘Well, considering the incidents she’s been through…’

Perhaps it reflected a fate prone to frequent mishaps.

Luna shifted her gaze away from Grace and looked at Ellie. At some point, Ellie had pulled Sivar’s face into her embrace.

Sivar, too, rested his face against her chest like a cushion, his expression one of comfort. He seemed very at ease.

[Ellie Mia]

•Strength: 42

•Agility: 45

•Stamina: 56

•Mana: 57

•Luck: 15

•Faith: 77

Though non-combat personnel, Ellie surprisingly had solid basic stamina. Perhaps it was due to her frequent travels to gather herbs.

However, her luck… was absolutely abysmal, to the point of being heartbreaking. Luna hadn’t expected it to be worse than Grace’s.

It was so bad that Luna wondered if such a low value was normal and others were the exception. What exactly did luck influence?

It seemed like a matter worth pondering over time. For now, Ellie’s luck was just far too low.

“So, Mr. Sivar, when do you plan to be discharged?”

“Hmm. I could be discharged soon, but I still can’t control my strength well. I’ve already broken three doors.”

“Your strength increased? Oh? Now that I think about it, your face looks even more handsome…”

“Yeah. My pretty face turned into a handsome one.”

People were touching Sivar’s face as if it were made of clay. Sivar stayed still, like a cat, enjoying their touch.

With a dumbfounded expression, he blinked and basked in their hands’ attention. He resembled a docile cat, which made him oddly endearing.

Luna chuckled softly at their unabashed display of affection and then refocused on Sivar. She was determined to figure out his stats.

Throb!

“Ugh…”

It was the same as before. When she tried to check Sivar’s stats, her eyes throbbed with pain.

The pain was as intense as when she first felt it, like needles stabbing into her eyes.

Ordinarily, she would have given up, but Luna was stubborn. She was determined to uncover Sivar’s stats.

Only then could she determine the upper limits of power. After all, he had defeated Kara with pure physical strength, without any techniques.

Throb! Throb!

‘Hold on. Just a little longer…’

Luna glared at Sivar with her eyes wide open. Feeling her intense gaze, Sivar looked back at her.

His expression tilted into a confused look, as if asking what on earth she was doing, his eyes carrying a hint of madness.

Regardless of his reaction, Luna didn’t avert her gaze and focused to the end. Her determination to pierce through was palpable.

Drip-

She felt something flowing from her eyes. Luna tried her best to ignore it.

She had the sense that just a little more concentration would do it. The pain was something she could endure.

As a result of her effort and persistence, the message Luna had been longing for appeared before her eyes.

[Sivar]

• Strength: 150

• Agility: 147

• Stamina: 148

• Mana: 151

• Luck: 112

• Faith: 302

“Wow.”

The stats were so impressive that she couldn’t help but exclaim. First of all, the fact that his Strength approached 150 was extraordinary.

Compared to Kara, the difference was a staggering 30 points. Of course, if she used Kara’s pre-hospitalization stats as a baseline, the gap would have been smaller.

But the fact that it was high remained unchanged. Luna suddenly felt the disparity between herself and Sivar.

Above all, his Faith. His Faith was abnormally high, to the point of being outrageous. It was double that of Kara’s.

At that level, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he wasn’t just favored but outright loved. It seemed Chaos held him in exceptional regard.

‘His Stamina is incredibly high too… If you add techniques to this?’

She couldn’t help but think that a truly terrifying monster might emerge. It was around this time that such thoughts crossed her mind.

“Luna.”

“… …”

“Luna.”

“Huh, huh?”

Sivar called out to Luna. Naturally, everyone else’s attention turned to her as well.

“What? What?”

“L-Luna. B-Blood!”

“Your eyes are bleeding!!”

“…From my eyes?”

Before anyone could say anything else, they all gasped as they looked at Luna. She touched her eyes in a daze.

Then, as she looked at her hands, she saw it—bright red blood stained her fingertips.

Slightly dumbfounded, she touched her eyes a few more times, and more blood smeared onto her hands.

Yes. Blood was flowing from her eyes, as if she were shedding tears of blood.

“…Huh?”

Luna couldn’t hide her shock.

******

Because of Luna’s bloody tear incident, Grace’s cohabitation plan was shelved.

Still, given her determination not to give up, it might happen sooner or later.

If it did, strange rumors might spread, but Grace didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, it seemed she might even welcome such rumors. Her fierce gaze hinted at a subtly sly side.

“You’re asking me to help you control your strength?”

“Yes.”

And so, I began training under Rod. It was the most basic strength control training.

As I mentioned before, if I didn’t train, there was a high likelihood of causing not just a major accident but a catastrophic one once school resumed.

It was like accidentally crushing a chick into pulp just by holding it. The problem was, the “chick” in this case wasn’t a bird but a person.

“Hmm. Alright. I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.”

Rod, not wanting such a disaster to occur, willingly decided to assist me.

When I bowed deeply in gratitude, Rod smiled warmly, like a grandfather admiring his polite grandchild.

It seemed my strong statement about not wanting to harm anyone, even accidentally, had a significant impact. I genuinely felt the same way.

‘I want to avoid killing as much as possible.’

Whether intentional or accidental, it didn’t matter. At the very least, I wanted to steer clear of taking a life.

If it ever came to that, I felt there would be no turning back. The first time is hard, but after that, everything becomes easier.

“By the way, Luna, are you alright? I heard you were crying tears of blood.”

“Ah. I’m fine now.”

When I was discharged, Luna was discharged alongside me. The bloody tear incident had indeed left a strong impression.

Rod encouraged Luna not to overdo it and then headed to the backyard. I trailed after him like a puppy.

“Wow… Agility is 159? But you’ve lost 2 points. Is it because of the poison?”

I overheard Luna muttering behind me. It seemed she had taken a peek at Rod’s stats.

Due to his poisoning symptoms, some of his stats had slightly decreased. If left untreated, the reduction could be as severe as halving his stats.

Fortunately, with only a 2-point decrease, it seemed he was close to a full recovery. It meant he wasn’t far from returning to his true Sword Saint form.

‘Even before his recovery, he completely crushed me, and once he’s back…’

I better not act cocky. I don’t want to get beaten with a switch.

“Do you train regularly?”

“Yes.”

“Good. First, I’ll create an urgent situation. The key is how well you control your strength in such moments.”

That was the purpose of my training with Rod. Not just controlling strength in everyday life but mastering it in critical situations.

Although there wasn’t much time left in the vacation, I planned to try my best. Rod seemed willing to help wholeheartedly.

“Before we start training, let me warn you in advance.”

“About what?”

“Don’t try to pull any tricks under the guise of making mistakes. Otherwise, I’ll hit you for real.”

“… …”

Isn’t he misunderstanding me a bit too much?

‘He caught on.’

He really knows me too well.