Reincarnated Dragon Goes to the Academy!

Chapter 103 : A Bold Plan.

"Brother!! Look at this!!!"

Alek was annoyed by Pirkan, who was making a fuss since morning.

"Hey... don't shout. My head is ringing."

"No, brother! Where in the world did you get this? Look at this! Here!"

Even at Alek's annoyed words, Pirkan couldn't hide his excitement.

"What, you bastard! Huh!? Is your hair growing!?"

"Khuk...! You see it too, right, brother?"

Alek's eyes also widened as he looked at the spot Pirkan was pointing to.

And for good reason, black hairs were peeking out from Pirkan's shiny scalp.

"Wow... that thing really works wonders, doesn't it...?"

"Where in the world did you get it?"

Tears were even welling up in Pirkan's eyes as he carefully touched the rough hairs that had grown.

"Are you that happy?"

"Hmph! You should know the sorrow of having no hair, brother. You know well what I heard last time, don't you?"

"Right. I know..."

"Khuk... grandpa! That little brat called me grandpa! Not even mister, but grandpa!!!"

Sorrow was dripping from Pirkan's voice as he shouted.

The cause of the trouble was the little brat who had approached Pirkan, who was wandering around the market, and had called him 'grandpa'.

And every time Pirkan had a woman he was interested in, he would try to make a move, but the reactions he got back were nothing but cold.

Pirkan, who was frustrated because he couldn't figure out the reason, had finally found out the reason.

'You're great, but... your hair...' That night he was rejected, Pirkan cried, and the mercenary guild members cried with him.

"Brother. Can I get married now...?"

"Right! You can... you can!"

Alek, who was recalling the past, was also overcome with emotion. The two of them hugged each other and shared their joy since morning.

"Hair has grown! Hair!!!"

If his hair really grew, the shaggy beard he had grown instead of his hair would also soon disappear cleanly.

***

"Are you leaving?"

The mercenary guild members hurried to prepare to leave the next morning.

"Right. We've rested enough, so we have to work again, don't we?"

"I'm sad..."

Pola, who seemed to have grown quite fond of them, lowered her head as if she were sad.

"What's there to be sad about? We're going to the imperial palace anyway, so we can meet again when you guys come back."

"Huh? Are you going to the imperial palace?"

Pola took a step forward and asked at the words 'imperial palace'.

"Right. This request is a request to go to the imperial palace."

"Then can't I go with you?"

"Huh? You too?"

At Pola's sudden request, Alek's face was full of bewilderment.

"Yes. I actually want to go back to the academy. The next semester is not far away, and I have to take the final exams."

"Hmm... I don't think this is a matter for me to decide..."

Alek's gaze swept around.

"Wouldn't that be difficult? It's also dangerous..."

"You haven't forgotten, have you? I'm a mage."

"That's true, but..."

The captain, who had rolled his eyes again at Pola's words, began to think of another excuse.

In fact, he knew well what Pola's skills were.

But it was not easy for Pola, a woman, to join the mercenary guild, which was full of only dark-skinned men.

Because if there were only men, it wouldn't be uncomfortable, but with Pola, there was a possibility that a situation where they would be uncomfortable with each other could arise.

The members who had been with the children since the desert had experienced that discomfort firsthand.

They had made a separate toilet, and no matter how hot it was, they couldn't even take off their shirts coolly.

"It'll still be uncomfortable."

"...Is that so?"

"Instead of doing that, why don't you ask the county to use a scroll?"

"No. It's okay."

That was the most comfortable way.

But Count Cibie was also her guardian who was sponsoring her, and she couldn't ask for a scroll on top of being indebted to the county.

"And didn't the Count tell you not to go because it's dangerous?"

"That's true, but..."

Pola also knew. What Count Cibie was worried about.

But Pola wanted to get a diploma from the advanced class, not just graduate from the advanced class.

Even if it wasn't the front seat of the parade at the festival, she wanted to participate in the parade as a student of the advanced class.

She thought that was the way to repay the county that was sponsoring her.

"Instead of doing that, try talking to the Count. I don't think it's a good idea to go with us."

Pola also nodded her head slightly at Alek's firm words.

"Okay. Then let's meet again when you go to the imperial palace."

"Right, let's do that."

Alek, who had smiled brightly, patted Pola's shoulder a couple of times gently.

The next morning, the members of the Blue Wolf Mercenary Guild would leave for the capital.

'I want to go too...'

***

"Hey, Kir. Do you have some money?"

"...Money? Why are you suddenly asking for money?"

Skir's eyes widened in surprise at Pola's sudden question.

"Yes. Let's buy a scroll and go back to the academy."

"To the academy? Why?"

"I want to go back. I have to graduate. And..."

Skir couldn't understand Pola at all.

Pola, who had said she would just graduate until just the other day, was now asking him for money and saying she would go back.

"But didn't the Count say not to go? It's enough to graduate from the advanced class."

"So do you have money or not!"

Pola, who was shouting at Skir's indifferent reaction.

"...I do."

"Give it to me. I'll pay you back later."

As Skir, who was dejected at Pola's shout, fumbled with his pocket, she held out her hand.

Her gesture of holding out her hand as if to say 'give it to me quickly' was no different from a back-alley gangster.

"N-no..."

"Hey, are you being stingy? Did I say I wouldn't pay you back? I'll be a mage when I graduate too! I can earn money!"

Skir, who was fumbling and holding his pocket tightly.

Pola was on the verge of snatching Skir's pocket.

"Why are you suddenly doing this!"

"Ah, really! I said I want to go back!"

"Didn't the Count say no!"

"How annoying!"

As Pola left, turning around in annoyance, Skir stood there with a blank face.

"Haa... what in the world is wrong with her?"

***

Pola, who had left Skir and had come out, headed for the square alone.

She was thinking of buying a scroll even if she had to empty her pockets.

-Jingle

As she opened the door of the shop that said 'Jayne's Magic Shop', the bell on the door rang with a pleasant sound.

"Welcome!"

At the owner's cheerful voice, Pola carefully entered the shop.

"Um... I'd like to buy a scroll."

"Which scroll would you like to buy?"

"I want to go to the imperial palace."

At Pola's words, the shop owner skillfully opened a drawer and began to rummage through a list.

"Imperial palace... imperial palace... Arant imperial palace..."

After the sound of several pages being turned was heard, the shop owner raised his head.

"Yes, here it is. Arant imperial palace!"

"How much is it?"

"Since our young lady is pretty... with a special 10% discount! 36 gold!"

Pola's eyes widened in surprise at the price.

"T-thirty... six gold?"

She was so surprised that not only her voice but also her hands were trembling.

36 gold! Pola's one-year allowance was about 30 gold.

The monthly salary of a low-ranking guard at the imperial palace was about 20 gold.

But 36 gold!

"Yes, I'm giving it to you very cheaply. I sold it for 43 gold last time!"

Since the customer who had confidently entered the shop and had asked for a scroll to the imperial palace had called for a cheap price, what was with that reaction?

The owner's complexion also began to turn bad.

"...Goodbye."

"Do as you please."

The owner, who had nervously put the scroll back in the drawer, waved his hand.

Pola, who had left the shop, also lowered her head in dejection.

Even if she had borrowed money from Skir, it was an amount she couldn't afford.

Although the allowance she had was not a small amount, it was far from enough to buy a scroll.

'36 gold...!'

As she was walking through the square, sighing, someone tapped Pola's shoulder.

"...What?"

"What are you doing here!"

It was Skir.

"What do you care about? Go away."

Although Pola knew she shouldn't be like this, a cold reaction came out of her mouth without her realizing it.

"Here... take it."

But Skir, who didn't care about Pola's reaction, held out his entire allowance pouch.

"Forget it. I don't need it anymore."

But Pola shook her head and refused it.

Although she didn't know how much Skir's allowance was, there was no way that pouch contained more than 30 gold.

"Why?"

"I'm not going."

"Didn't you want to go to the advanced class?"

Skir knew. Why Pola wanted to go back to the academy so much.

"Forget it..."

At Pola's dejected reaction, Skir's shoulders also drooped.

"Should we eat something delicious?"

Skir was always like that. No matter how much Pola grumbled, no matter how cold and mean she was, he was always kind to her.

"Hmph... am I some kind of pig? Do I get happy when you give me food?"

"But you were happy when you ate something delicious."

Skir had only grown bigger since he had first seen him, but he was always the same.

At first, she had thought he was an arrogant young master of a duchy, but that was just a shell to protect himself.

Inside that shell was such a gentle person.

Although Pola also knew that well, she always ended up grumbling without realizing it.

"I'm sorry."

"Huh? No, it's okay. If you want to go that badly, let's find a way to go back together. I'll try talking to the Count..."

At Pola's apology, Skir smiled brightly and said it was okay.

"No. I also asked the mercenary captain if I could go with him... he said no."

"Ah, I also heard the news that they were going back to the imperial palace. But why did he say no?"

"I don't know. He just said it was dangerous..."

The fact that it was dangerous was secondary, and the fact that it was uncomfortable would have been the first. Because Pola was an excellent mage.

And there was nothing particularly dangerous on the way from Citata to the imperial palace.

Because most of the monsters that appeared from time to time were lower-level monsters.

"Hmm... is that so..."

"Yes. I'll just go next semester. I'll have to talk to the Count too."

Pola sighed deeply, as if she had almost given up.

"Ah, then can't we just make a request?"

Then a good idea suddenly flashed through Skir's mind.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, can't we make a request to the mercenary guild?"

"...Huh?"

That was right. It wasn't that the mercenary guild members didn't grant requests, but that they didn't take requests.

"Let's go to the mercenary guild. We can register a request there."

"Kir! You're so smart!"

At Pola's praise, Skir's lips twitched as if he were embarrassed.

"Ahem. Let's go first. It's good to rent a carriage, but it'll be safer to go with the members."

"Ah, but what should we say to the Count...?"

"That's..."

In fact, the biggest worry was Count Cibie.

Hadn't they been unable to get a single carriage from the overflowing county estate because of Count Cibie's opposition?

"No. I have a plan."

"What is it?"

"We can just go secretly."

At Skir's bold action, Pola even doubted whether the person in front of her was the Skir she knew.

"Really? Secretly?"

"Right. Secretly. We'll just ask the mercenary guild to transport two people, and we can sneak out of the county estate tomorrow morning, can't we?"

"Wow... you're so bold, Kir. You look different."

"Let's go."

(End of Chapter)