Chapter 47: Caught in a Trap

In the bustling cafeteria, he walked through the doors carrying with him a bloated bag. The cafeteria had blue and white walls just like the academy giving everyone a fresh feeling and peace of mind.

It was a place where many gathers to socialize with their friends and bootlick on others. But at that time, when most of the ladies stopped talking everyone followed suit and silence pervaded the cafeteria.

“Is it him? Is he the one?”

“I think so, look at the cat, that must be him.”

His entrance garnered the attention of many students, both with aura and without alike. And in the background, Colt could hear the murmurs talking about the mighty moniker that he had received, “It’s the Fluff Reaper.”

Colt wanted to curse his fate and cry in a corner, but he didn’t and just held a stoic gaze as if he was unaffected by the embarrassing moniker. Instead, he found an empty seat where he placed the bag and the cat before going to take a tray and falling in line to receive food like an average person.

While the attention was no longer at Colt and was at the cute cat sitting on the table sitting on its soft bum holding a prized cooked beef taking small bites of it as it held onto it having almost every single one present thing, ‘What’s that? How cute.’ Or somewhere along the line, Colt was busy observing the area.

The cafeteria was a place where the students gather, and once Colt entered, he finally saw how broad the demographic of the academy is.

Though there are only humans in his lecture hall, and the ones he had come across are mostly humans, that doesn’t mean that the inhabitants of this world are just humans.

Dwarves, Beastmen, Demons, and Elves also exist just like any other story. The only difference is that Demons are not an enemy as a system had already been put in place that gave the continent long-lasting peace.

Although in this Kingdom humans are still the majority and the other races are a minority, that doesn’t mean that in the academy where humans outnumber the other four races even when combined that they are in a disadvantage.

In truth, this year, the representative of the Warrior Class is a Beastman, and the representative of the Illusion Class is a Demon, so it is fair to say that the other races are dunking over humans.

While silence prevailed in the cafeteria and they followed the eating habit of the cat, Colt somehow managed to get to the front of the line and got what he came for.

What he got honestly surprised him, it was a deep-fried meat dish, on the side, there were vegetables and a soup. As for refreshment, there was plain water, ‘This is a pretty good deal.’

Colt was satisfied as he returned to his seat so he and Fluff could eat in peace. The only good moments he has in this life is him eating a meal.

And as he tasted the cafeteria meal, he confirmed it…

‘It’s quite good.’ An honest surprise expression blossomed as Colt realized that it suits his palate. He had been spoiled by the delicious cooking of Mina and the Chefs, so even good food such as this was merely adequate, and his thoughts were about his current palate was, ‘I can’t turn back anymore.’

Outside the cafeteria.

Six students were present right outside; four of them were energetic and fine; however, the other two didn’t have too good of a complexion.

With them was an old man with an adequately combed thin white hair and a majestic flowing beard.

“Are you sure about your claims? He is the scion of the Edgeworth any false claims can…”

“It’s real, have we not showed you enough proof? And can you not see their situation? If you’re a teacher, then please help us get justice.”

“Alright, I will help you.” The old man calmed the youth down, but as the youth heaved a sigh of relief, his spine tingled as the old teacher placed his hands on the young man’s shoulders as he spoke, “Try and disrespect a teacher again and don’t think I won’t teach you a lesson just because your father is a Duke. Remember, every single teacher here is someone who once served the military or the Magic Tower, don’t push our buttons.”

“Yes…sir.”

With the teacher leading the entry, the cafeteria was rocked once more. Everyone looked at the teacher entering with the six students and gasped at the sight of two people wearing casts to support their broken arms.

A ninth-circled Mage can heal most injuries, even laceration and gashes can be treated, but not broken bones. Bones are different from muscles as they do not regenerate as a tissue does, so only those at the second phase of healing magic can do such a thing.

The professor walked across the cafeteria before stopping at the very middle where a cat and a human sat together like it was normal.

Colt didn’t mind the silence and even enjoyed it as he and Fluff savored their food. But as a shadow cast over his food. He raised his head and saw someone wearing a teacher’s uniform who had a rather unpleasant smile on his face.

Colt immediately stood up and quickly lowered his head to show respect to someone above him.

“Student greets, Sir…I apologize for this student’s ignorance for I do not know Sir’s name.”

The teacher raised a brow seeing Colt’s reaction, but he smiled as he answered, “It is Cutlass, my name is Cutlass Meyers.”

‘Nobility?’ There are two kinds of people, those who had surnames and those who don’t. And it can also be classified as being a part of Nobility and not.

Colt had every information of every villain and possible villain in the first six volumes. However, the identity of the old man is someone he does not know. Meaning, he’s a good guy, and unlike those idiotic arrogant bastards, these kinds of people appreciate honesty rather than not.

“So, it is Professor Meyers, may this student know what brings you to bother searching for this student?”

Colt didn’t need to ask because the reasons stepped forward with a smug look on their faces.

“Hah! Do you think you can get away from breaking my friends’ arms? You barbaric bastard who cannot even tell the difference between an exchange for pointers and a brutal and savage act!? You even attacked me when I tried to reprimand you for your actions!”

It was a sudden statement that caused the others to gasp in disbelief.

“You have spoken out of line, student Gargosa, do you wish to be punished?” Cutlass was irritated.

Colt looked at the one named Gargosa with a passive expression before turning to look at Cutlass who asked him:

“Is that your doing?”

“Yes, it was.”