Chapter 55: everyone fears of Eren
The excitement of the crowd instantly surged back to life as the next passenger stepped down from the carriage.
Mira lightly jumped down, and her massive, impressive chest to jiggle spectacularly beneath her dress. The noble simps present there were treated to yet another round of premium entertainment, their eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"Holyy shit... who in the world is that one?" one muttered, his neck straining for a better angle.
"Is she from an influential high-ranking house? What is a stunning beauty like her traveling alongside the swordmaster?"
"She is absolutely gorgeous."
"I should shoot my shot with a cutie like her. A girl that well-endowed deserves a proper gentleman."
Mira, completely oblivious to the suddenattention, looked up at the towering spires of the grand academy building with wide, green eyes. She turned to the pink-haired knight in absolute wonder. "Captain! Is this truly the Royal Academy? It is so incredibly massive compared to the central academy!"
"Calm down, girl. This is merely the main administrative pavilion. There are several more sectors just like this one scattered across the campus grounds."
"Wow..." Mira breathed out, her heart hammering with genuine excitement.
And finally, a third figure stepped down from the carriage. The rowdy cheers of the crowd dipped down slightly as a petite girl with dark brown hair and striking red eyes stepped into the light.
"Wait, who is the tiny one?"
"She is so incredibly small."
"She’s quite cute, though," a noble girl observed. "Perhaps she is a new first-year admission who managed to secure a recommendation from the Volsver territory."
But the collective admiration, the drooling, and the excited whispering of the entire courtyard vanished into a void as the final passenger made his appearance. It was as if the students had just witnessed a rotting corpse casually kick open its coffin right in the middle of a funeral.
A young man with messy dark hair and sharp blue eyes stepped down onto the cobblestones, stretching his back. There wasn’t a single soul in this academic server who didn’t recognize that exact physical description. In this region, he was practically a living folk legend—the unparalleled, untamable menace of the campus.
Eren let out a yawn, cracking his knuckles as he looked up. "Well, look at that. We’ve finally reached."
He casually turned his gaze around the courtyard, fully expecting to witness the terrified reactions of the local population who had been greedily simping over his girls just a moment prior.
He expected them to tremble in fear, whisper about his sudden return, or at least deliver some dramatic dialogue about his reputation.
Instead, the dozens of students instantly turned their backs in unison and began walking away. They actively pretended thta legendary tomboy captain swordmaster was complete nonexistent.
"Don’t look at his face. Just keep moving. If you make eye contact, he’ll completely crash out and destroy the courtyard again."
"Those poor, beautiful girls. How tragic that such stunning women are forced to be stuck traveling with a notorious stalker like him."
"He must be holding them hostage."
Norelia walked up beside him and gently patted his back twice with an expression of absolute, mocking comfort.
"There, there, young master."
He let out a heavy breath, shaking his head as he adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag.
"Well... on the bright side, at least no one will be bothering us for small talk," he muttered dryly. "Let’s just get this paperwork finalized. To the headmistress’s chamber."
An hour later, inside a grand office filled with towering bookshelves, a remarkably stern old lady with thick spectacles and a stiff, floor-length gown was staring intently at the documents on her desk.
Headmistress Agatha shifted her gaze from the document, looking Eren and the smiling red-haired maid up and down with suspicion.
She cleared her throat, adjusting her spectacles as she turned to Eren. "Mr. Volsver... am I reading these transfer requests correctly? You are explicitly requesting to vacate your seat in the prestigious Magic Mastery department to join the Mana Engineering section? If my memory serves me right, you practically threw a violent tantrum when you first arrived at this academy, demanding to be placed in the highest tier of active spellcasting."
Eren let out a humble chuckle.
"Ah, well, people grow up, Headmistress. I possess absolutely zero natural mana. Wandering around the Mastery department without a single spell to learn was total waste. I believe my efforts will be far more useful in the mana engineering."
The old lady’s jaw practically detached itself from her face.
She sat frozen, staring at him in utter bewilderment.
’Is this... is this truly the reckless, foul-mouthed Eren Volsver?’ she thought frantically, wondering if she had accidentally consumed a hallucinogenic potion with her morning tea.
There’s rumors of his sudden behavior change after Reinhardt’s attack, but she had thought it was just fabricated to ease his return. To hear the notorious trash guy speaking so nicely, calmly, and with absolute respect was nothing short of a miracle.
She cleared her throat aggressively to regain her composure, turning her attention to the red-haired beauty. "Very well. And as for you, Miss Mira... the documentation from the Volsver domain confirms your status. Are you fully prepared to resume your administrative studies exactly where you left off at the central academy?"
Mira nodded vigorously, her emerald eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Yes, Headmistress! I am deeply honored by the opportunity and the sponsorship."
A few moments later, Eren and Mira stepped back out into the grand hallway. Emma and Norelia were leaning against the stone pillars, patiently waiting for the verdict.
"Is the suspension thing finally concluded?" Norelia asked, looking up from a pocket-scroll.
Eren offered a satisfied nod, slipping his student token into his pocket. "All cleared. I’m officially a humble engineering student now. All I need to do is to prepare for classes tomorrow morning. How are the schedules looking on your end?"
Both ladies nodded in unison.
"I must meet my mentor before checking into the staff quarters," Petite girl explained, her tone practical.
"And I’m heading straight to the staff quarters to get some proper rest," the tanned girl added.
Mira beamed with excitement. "And I shall head down to the Royal Academy’s student housing to register my dorm room!"
"Excellent," Eren murmured, looking at his three beautiful companions with a warm smile. "Let’s all gather for dinner tonight. Don’t be late."
With mutual nods and a few lingering, affectionate glances, the group parted ways, leaving Eren to navigate the vast, maze-like corridors of the Royal Academy entirely on his own.
As he wandered through the grand hallways, the passing students continued to react exactly as the courtyard crowd had—shuddering, flattening themselves against the walls, and desperately averting their eyes as if a vengeful ghost were walking among them.
Eren merely smiled, thoroughly enjoying the wide popularity he was being granted.
"Hey! Aria! Why in the world are you actively ignoring my presence?!"
Eren stopped walking as a remarkably familiar voice echoed from a nearby intersecting corridor—the exact voice belonging to the second lead noble simp whose stupidity had resulted in his three-month suspension.