After all, if something as simple as this could slap some sense into those who had looked down on him all his life, then why not enjoy it a little?

He then settled himself at the passenger side of the chariot while the knight climbed to the front seat, holding the reins.

A short whistle escaped the knight's lips as he whipped the reins downward.

The two black horses neighed loudly, muscles rippling under their thick hides as they dug their hooves into the dirt.

With a sharp, unified thrust, they blasted forward, the entire chariot jolting slightly before gliding smoothly over the paved road.

"I should arrive at the academy in about twenty minutes," he murmured. "But until then… I'll just chill."

He closed his eyes briefly, allowing the subtle vibration of the chariot's movement to lull him into a relaxed state.

Every now and then, he would feel the chariot tilt slightly as they passed over bumps or uneven ground, but it was nothing uncomfortable.

The knight at the front seemed experienced enough to control the beasts efficiently.

The time passed quietly.

And then, after a while, he felt the chariot begin to slow down.

The horses neighed again, this time lower and deeper, as their pace reduced from a full-speed dash to a smooth trot. A few moments later, they came to a complete stop.

Damien opened his eyes and leaned forward slightly.

A massive blue gate stood towering in front of him.

It was enormous—at least twenty meters tall.

The central part of the gate bore a large emblem, a circular crest with a roaring dragon wrapped around a sword, the blade pointing upward and surrounded by runic symbols.

"This is it…" he muttered, stepping out of the chariot.

Around the gate were several guards in full armor, their spears glinting faintly under the sun.

Two stood right at the entrance, both tall and broad-shouldered, their gazes sharp and unwavering.

Beyond the entrance, Damien could also see movement.

Many more people were gathered there—other students, most likely, accompanied by knights or carriages just like his.

Some wore luxurious clothing, clearly from noble families, while others looked like ordinary citizens with hopeful expressions.

The scene was lively, filled with quiet murmurs and the occasional call from the guards.

The knight who had brought him here climbed down from the chariot and gave him a curt nod, his expression stiff but professional.

Damien didn't even bother responding. He simply glanced at him briefly, then turned his attention back to the enormous blue gate before him.

The knight seemed to take his silence as dismissal.

He straightened up, clicked his tongue subtly under his breath, and then climbed back to the driver's seat.

The horses neighed again as he whipped the reins, and within seconds, the chariot rolled away down the road.

The sound of another chariot galloping from his side broke him out of his thoughts.

Damien's head turned slightly, his gaze shifting toward the direction it came from.

From the left, a large black chariot—exactly identical to the one that had brought him here—came speeding across the smooth stone road.

The two beasts pulling the vehicle came to a powerful halt in front of the academy gate, their hooves striking the ground hard enough to send faint dust rippling through the air.

And then, a moment later, the door opened.

A tall boy stepped down from the chariot, doing so as slow and dramatic as possible.

He had long blue hair that reached his shoulders, shining faintly as the light caught its strands.

His eyes were pitch black — sharp, confident, and strangely deep, exuding an aura of pure arrogance.

His face was strikingly handsome, almost annoyingly so, with fine features that looked like they had been carved to perfection.

A sheathed sword hung at the side of his waist, its hilt glowing faintly.

The boy's hand rested lightly on the handle as he walked forward, his steps slow and rhythmic, like he was walking on a stage.

Instantly, everyone around him turned to look.

The attention he drew was almost unnatural — as if his very presence demanded it.

Murmurs began to spread through the small crowd of new arrivals, eyes wide and heads turning to follow his every step.

Damien raised an eyebrow, his expression calm yet mildly curious as he watched.

And then, without warning, the boy stopped walking.

He tilted his chin slightly upward, and in the next instant, he pulled his sword from its sheath, doing it as slowly as possible.

The steel gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight — but that wasn't all.

A second later, the entire blade lit up with a blinding golden glow.

The light surged outward, swirling around him like a burst of divine energy.

His entire body became coated in the same radiant gold, the aura flaring wildly as if he had just stepped out of some legendary tale.

The crowd gasped audibly.

And then—with an exaggerated grin spreading across his handsome face—the boy raised the glowing sword toward the sky and shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the entire area,

"The grand hero is here… for his next great adventure!"

The air went still for a split second, and then the murmurs exploded all at once.

"Whoa…"

"He actually said that? That was so cool!"

"Who is that guy?"

"What is that light… is that from his class? How amazing!"

"A unique class… that is surely a unique class!"

Damien blinked slowly, his lips twitching uncontrollably as he stared at the glowing figure before him.

'…That's not cool,' he thought, his face cringing in embarrassment. 'Not at all.'

And yet, the people around him were practically eating it up, whispering excitedly to each other like they had just witnessed a legendary performance.

Some of the girls were even clasping their hands with sparkling eyes, murmuring about how charming he looked.

Damien's eyes narrowed a little. His head tilted to the side as he took a better look at the so-called "hero."

He recognized who it was almost instantly.

If the weird hair colour didn't give it away, then the cringe delectation and dramatic pose surely did.

The person standing there — proudly basking in the admiration of the crowd — was none other than Stanley Dame, the main character of the eroge The Hero's Wonderful Wives.

Damien clicked his tongue, his eyes narrowing at the boy still holding his sword high in the air.

He remembered this exact scene perfectly.

In the game, this was one of the opening scenes that played right before the start of the academy arc, where the protagonist made his grand arrival at the Evergreen Spire Academy.

It was meant to be flashy, over-the-top, and heroic… but in reality, it just looked ridiculous.

He could even remember the text box that popped up in the game right before this scene, asking the player to choose what Stanley would say upon arrival.

There were five available dialogue options, and each of them were incredibly corny and cringe.

Thr fifth one was what Stanley said just now, and it was also the most embarrassing out of all of them.

Damien's mouth twitched again as he recalled it.

He already got second-hand embarrassment when he played the game, but seeing it in person… made it a lot worse.

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