A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy
Chapter 53: Everyone Has a Plan (3)

United Academy, in its early days, boasted a long history, and with that, much has been lost, yet much has been maintained.

At its inception, there were no comprehensive hospitals as we know them now, nor specialized dueling arenas.

The same goes for food establishments. While some eateries have disappeared, others have remarkably maintained a consistent history.

One of these is the very restaurant Grace had made reservations at. It was once a very ordinary diner that, over time, has transformed into a restaurant.

By keeping the same location over the years, insisting on a consistent menu, it managed to preserve both uniqueness and flavor.

Chew-chew-chew-

"……Take it slowly, Sivar."

"Okay."

But to Sivar, it mattered little whether the restaurant had history or not. Meats from every era tasted just as good.

Grace watched him consume four steaks already and awkwardly laughed. One could question whether ‘eating' was the right term for what he was doing.

The restaurant, as pricey as it may be, provides generous portions. It can satisfy both nobility and commoners if they can afford it.

Yet Sivar busied himself with eating, and even more amazing was his skillful use of both fork and knife.

‘Well, it's certainly better than eating with hands.'

If he were to grab and munch on the meat directly, even Grace of noble upbringing would grimace. This was at least tolerable.

More so, he intermittently wiped around his mouth with a napkin indicating he has a decent grasp of hygiene.

Though far from the elegance and refinement that Grace, a noblewoman, pursued, his dining manners did not breach any etiquette.

Crunch-crunch!

"Wow…… even gnawing on the bones……"

"……"

It was tough to watch, but as Yeonhwa seemed fascinated, Sivar was indeed chewing meticulously through the bones.

The restaurant that they had reserved exclusively handled meat in various forms and included a variety of types.

There were steaks with bones like the T-bone steak that Sivar was currently gnawing on.

‘Is he really an animal? What if he hurts his teeth…'

The absurdity mixed with concern, however, was quickly replaced by another thought. The time when Elvin and Sivar sparred came to mind.

Sivar, who demolished even iron tougher than bones with his bare teeth. Crunching on bones would, therefore, be a mere trifle.

Fortunately, that biting power was never directed at people, providing slight solace. Grace chuckled quietly and concentrated on her meal.

"……"

Finishing her meal, Grace noticed Sivar, now done with the bones, gazing at her steadfastly.

Feeling his gaze, she slowly raised her head to meet the eyes of Sivar, who was looking at her expressionlessly.

Initially, she had no idea what his look meant. Now, she sort of understood.

"……Shall I bring you more?"

"Done?"

"Absolutely. This amount is a trifle."

"Okay!"

Simplicity had its charm. With Sivar cheerfully responding, Grace quietly chuckled to herself.

Perhaps his newness to civilization was a factor. His basic needs, especially appetite, seemed particularly strong.

‘The civilized world offers an array of eats unlike anything in the wild.'

His inherent strong appetite coped with an insurmountable number of food options available in civilization.

Each meal for Sivar could well be akin to a royal banquet.

‘Given that, I feel a bit… sorry for him.'

Simultaneously, she empathized with Sivar. It's likely he never had proper meals in the forest.

Even a decent fire, marking the beginning of civilization, might have been a challenge. Perhaps his teeth’s withstandability stems from such necessities.

To survive, tearing into raw flesh, even bones, was par for the course, quite literally living as animals do.

‘His liking for candy might be part of that too.'

This perspective brings about a sense of understanding. People indeed harbor biases when they line everything up with their standards.

Thus, with Grace gaining new enlightenment(?), a rather heartwarming dining scene ensued.

In contrast to the untidiness of Sivar, Grace maintained her poise and refinement throughout the meal.

Lastly, Yeonhwa. She dined on Eastern-style prepared meats, not steaks.

So she was using chopsticks instead of a fork and knife, a sight that Grace found quite intriguing.

"Yeonhwa?"

"Yes, yes?"

Yeohwa jerked at Grace's call, her reaction almost rodent-like, memorable.

It seemed unnecessary for such alarm, but Grace, despite her bewilderment, proceeded with her question.

"Do Easterners all eat with chopsticks? I'm curious."

"Ah… Yes, most do use chopsticks where I live. We tend to use spoons as well."

"Spoons? Aren't those for soups and porridge?"

"Usually, that’s the case but… where I dwell, I mean, no, no, no."

Yeohwa hastily corrected herself mid-speech. At that, Grace wore an expression of puzzlement.

Then Yeohwa glanced around, seemingly ensuring that no one was eavesdropping.

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"Hmm, I see."

Distinct local cultures are tolerable as they are, part of the rich tapestry of traditions.

But it was her reaction to a mere slip of the tongue that stood out, unusually sensitive for such a minor error.

‘Come to think of it, isn't the Hwan Empire just in name and rather like a confederation?'

Unlike the combative West, the East has recently united under one nation.

It's less about unity and more a federative structure. Formally a ‘federation,' the leading agency is unmistakably ‘Hwan.'

It signifies that the Hwan Empire adeptly used international dynamics to absorb them as vassals.

‘Apparently, there's jurisprudence that I'm unaware of.'

Yeohwa stems from the Hwan Empire but strictly belongs to an allied nation. Thus, she reacted so sensitively.

Moreover, ‘hegemonism' is one of Hwan Empire’s current objectives; a notion as forceful as that of the Granada Empire.

The vast ambition of the Hwan Empire leadership is apparent from its assimilation of the entire East.

‘Originally, the Hwan Empire's name translates in our language as ‘The Federation of the East,’ abbreviated as ‘the East.'

Initially, ‘the East' was a name designated by the Eastern federations. However, it morphed into the Hwan Empire over time.

Additionally, ‘the East' has transmuted into a regional name. Passerby would likely refer to it as the Hwan Empire before ‘the East.'

The internal conditions are murky, but the vassals surely hold significant grievances.

Hegemonism isn't just international—it also permeates the vassals.

‘A deeper investigation wouldn't be out of place.'

The essence of Yeohwa is none of Grace's greater interests. What she truly seeks to unveil are the innards of the Hwan Empire.

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For a moment, Grace contained her pleasure at discovering a new subject of research. Currently, the impending exam demanded priority.

"Do you enjoy sweet food, Yeohwah? I've heard Easterners prefer savory."

"I don’t dislike them."

"Understood. Sivar?"

"Okay."

Grace called Sivar’s attention and then glanced down briefly. A heap of empty plates was in view.

All the bones were chewed up so neatly that there was no need for cleanup afterward. It reduced food waste considerably.

"Sivar, you enjoy sweets, right? Earlier you mentioned liking candy."

"Okay."

"Then you'd also like cake. Are you aware what cake is?"

"Cake?"

He tilted his head, as if inquiring about the existence of something named that.

Despite being a restaurant that merged Eastern and Western cuisines, having cake seemed odd. It wasn't a café, after all.

Unaware of Sivar's ponderings, Grace responded with a smile.

"Yes, it's a sweet and soft dessert. You'll surely love cake."

"Okay."

"Excellent. What about you, Yeohwah?"

"It doesn't bother me."

Grace unified the order to cake for all and adeptly made the arrangements with a waiter.

Once the server exited the room, Grace boldly broached a major topic.

"Now let’s discuss the upcoming survival exercise, shall we? We needn't worry given Sivar is with us, but survival is crucial. There’s no compulsions to attack others."

"Why not just hide from the beginning to the end? Surely, the other teams will keep an eye out for us…"

Yeohwah timidly suggested, her idea reflecting her reluctance to take charge, typical of her character.

As expected, Grace did not favor the plan, but without showing dissatisfaction outwardly, she soothed Yeohwah.

"Not a bad choice. Survival is paramount, as the professors stressed."

"Is that so?"

"However, Yeohwah, if that's our route, the professors might…"

Grace paused, now considering Yeohwah's idea, which may not be so adverse after all.

As mentioned before, Sivar transcends a mere invasive species—he’s closer to a destroyer of ecosystems. No student could hope to catch up to him in terms of survival.

And regardless of a student's diverse pool of knowledge, actual execution would take time, especially without a mage to kindle a flame.

Other students might envy the inclusion of Sivar in their team, but a closer inspection shows it may not be so enviable.

‘With Sivar with us, aiming for top ranks at the very least would be fair.'

Sivar's a double-edged sword. If an unforeseeable event results in disqualification, our odds would plummet.

And indeed, as Yeohwah mentioned, the other teams would be vigilant of their team featuring Sivar.

In the forest, no one knows what might happen, so hiding is not actually a bad strategy.

"……It's not wholly negative. The safety-focused plan by Yeohwah is fine."

"Th-thank you."

"Sivar, and as for you…"

Grace turned to Sivar, and their eyes met.

Should she even ask his opinion when answers seemed beyond his capability? She hesitated briefly.

Yet, as the team leader, doing what must be done is non-negotiable. Grace cast her preconceptions aside and questioned Sivar earnestly.

"What’s your take, Sivar? Is it better to focus on survival as Yeohwah suggests?"

His response was remarkably straightforward.

"Don't know."

"……"

It was straightforward enough to give Grace pause for thought—a display of strength from a simpleton.

And the one who sought an opinion from such a simpleton could be considered no less. Grace nodded in acknowledgment, brushing it off.

But to elevate camaraderie, a continuous ‘conversation' was a must. There’s no emotional distance quite like feelings of isolation.

"It's not okay to answer ‘don't know.’ You've followed our conversation, haven't you?"

"Plan?"

"Yes, the plan. I reckon you'd have some good plans, Sivar."

Upon hearing her, Sivar blinked before bowing his head in contemplation.

"Here you are. Please enjoy."

"Thanks."

Amidst conversation, the previously ordered dessert arrived. Grace smiled gratefully at the waiter and handed Sivar a slice of cake.

"……?"

Could it be the unique sweet fragrance of the cake that stirred his senses? The focused Sivar raised his head and observed the cake.

The appearance was a mix of coziness and sweetness. The strawberries placed atop the whipped cream stimulated the appetite.

"Eating something sweet is said to quicken the mind. Take your time thinking as you eat."

"Nom."

While Grace was explaining, Yeonhwa began by poking at the strawberries with her fork, her demeanor as cute as a small animal munching on food.

Sivar watched her for a bit and then picked up his fork, following Yeonhwa’s lead by picking up a strawberry.

"……Mmm!"

As soon as Sivar popped the strawberry into his mouth, his eyes widened with delight and he let out an appreciative sound. Anyone could tell he enjoyed the taste.

Sivar proceeded to nibble on the cake bit by bit, his happiness evident with each mouthful.

Despite feeling an unexplained warmth, Grace didn't forget to press Sivar.

"Tastes good, doesn’t it? I'm the one treating you."

"Thanks."

"So, have you thought of any plans?"

She asked Sivar again after he quickly polished off the cake. Having eaten something sweet, his thoughts should be a bit clearer.

Sivar looked at the empty plate with a hint of regret before turning to face Grace.

"Survive. Win. Right?"

"Yes, that’s correct."

"Win. Done."

Such a straightforward plan, almost too simple, but Grace just accepted it with a knowing look.

Her enthusiasm was enough, even though she hadn’t expected any detailed plans from Sivar.

"But."

"But?"

The following word ‘but' refocused Grace's attention. There must be something more.

"Cake. Give."

"Cake? Do you mean you’re asking for more cake?"

"Yes."

Sivar affirmed Grace’s question and continued.

"I help. Win."

"So you mean to say……"

Grace took a moment to process his words. Kara might have grasped it immediately, but not Grace.

The good news was that Sivar communicated with the use of key words, making it easier to infer the message.

"You help us win, so you want more cake later?"

"Yes."

"Well, I’d be more than happy to. I can even give you more right now if you want."

This was an ideal scenario for Grace. Unlike the unmotivated Yeonhwa, Sivar was unpredictable.

One of the worst outcomes would be Sivar going rogue, as who could guess what antics he might pull.

In these worrisome thoughts, Sivar offering to help felt solid, especially since the exercise's theme was about survival.

"Yeonhwa, isn’t there a saying used in the East for such times? It’s like having a thousand soldiers and horses."

"Yes, that's true, but…"

Yeonhwa glanced away from the smiling Grace and looked at Sivar.

Then she tilted her head and muttered with a slightly uncertain voice.

"All the power of a thousand soldiers and horses in one person could become a problem itself…"

"What do you mean?"

Grace asked, puzzled by Yeonhwa’s not-so-easily dismissible comment.

Yeonhwa nibbled on her cake and then ventured to explain carefully.

"If Sivar gets disqualified, we lose what is like a thousand soldiers and horses."

"Oh, I see. No need to worry."

Grace reassured her, as though it was baseless concern.

"Who in their right mind would dare to mess with Sivar?"

******

While Grace was devising plans from multiple angles, Luna was enjoying a rare sense of freedom.

Though she was concerned about the distant Sivar, it did not amount to constant worry.

When he was right next to her, she couldn't help but fret at the thought of his potential trouble-making.

Of course, she wasn't just idly having fun. She had her tasks to attend to as well.

"So then……"

Luna trailed off, feeling a bit bewildered. Currently, she was not at the Principal’s office, but in a cafe.

Just like Sivar had been meeting with his teammates, she too was meeting with her teammates in preparation for the upcoming exercise.

"We're not just going to survive. We’re targeting Sivar first? Cooperating with other teams?"

"Right. You catch on fast."

The man sitting across Luna, Antonio, twirled his finger nonchalantly.

His appearance suggested he might be concocting some scheme, and Luna dismissed it out of hand.

"Are you serious? You saw for yourself how strong Sivar is. To beat him is…"

"Who said anything about beating him? I'm no fool. No student stands a chance in a head-on battle with that guy, do they?"

"Then why…"

"Did I say beat him? I said get him disqualified."

Antonio hit the nail on the head. It wasn’t about winning against Sivar; it was about disqualifying him.

Survival was the crux of the upcoming exercise. And as long as the bracelet isn’t removed or broken, survival is ensured.

"If we focus on the bracelet, we have a shot. Even Sivar would struggle with that, right?"

"Well, yes, but… doesn't that seem a bit cowardly?"

For Luna, it was an unsavory tactic. To conspire with other teams to get Sivar disqualified.

Antonio, hailing from Granada, would likely execute the plan willingly. They had clashing mindsets.

"Cowardly? Should we just let those guys take first place and suffer in silence? There's a limit to turning the other cheek."

"……"

"Sivar's very existence disrupts balance. We have to get him out if we want fairness. You think the same, right?"

"I do think so."

The fellow teammate seemed to agree with Antonio. Luna felt herself sinking deeper into contemplation.

Antonio's point could not be more valid. Sivar's mere presence was an unfair advantage, so disqualification was essential.

The plan was roughly as follows: find other teams during practice, strike an alliance, and then target Sivar.

Given other teams likely thinking the exercise would be unfair, it was a feasible plan.

‘This doesn’t seem right, though……'

Luna pondered and pondered. Could this possibly be the right thing to do?

Sivar's exceptional combat prowess was long proven since the battle with Hector. It’d be like swatting at flies for him.

Yet, as Antonio pointed out, ‘disqualification' was key. Victory in combat was irrelevant.

‘It’s worth a try. The outcome of the evaluation is uncertain though……'

Antonio aimed not just for a high rank but the top spot. If one could secure first place, reversing other evaluations might be possible.

After much consideration, Luna sighed deeply. The plan was devious, but her curiosity was piqued.

Could Sivar really defend his bracelet against all those teams if they ganged up on him? Just pure curiosity.

"Alright. Let's do it. But you’ll have to persuade the other teams, Antonio. I’m not confident about that."

"You got it. Thanks for hearing me out, team leader."

Antonio smirked, already entertained by the unfolding events. His appearance of slyness intensified.

Luna silently chuckled to herself.

‘I wonder if Kara will be receptive.'

She had a nagging feeling of impending scolding.

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