Reincarnated as a Farmer Gamer: Rising to the Top with the Evolution of the Weakest Job that Only I Know About!? - 48.2

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However, I never imagined at this time that this incident would lead to an unexpected event that would disrupt everything.

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By the end of the afternoon class.

Al and I were watching everyone.

“Hey, Al.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to ask about that slum area.”

“What’s up?”

“You said that the Rudelagan family is supporting it, right? Then why doesn’t the Rudelagan family govern that land?”

“That’s simple. The Rudelagan family governs the northern part of the kingdom. Buying land there would be equivalent to provoking the Kuzelia count family, who hold power near the capital.”

“Nobles are complicated.”

“Wouldn’t you agree that if it were simple, nobles wouldn’t have so many issues with each other?”

“That’s true.”

“…I also want to do something about it. But… it’s not a problem that can be solved easily.”

I heard from rumors that there is no major supporter for the third prince Al. The first prince has the Kuzelia and Emblam count families supporting him, and the second prince, although he has no count family backing him, has a powerful merchant alliance supporting him.

Al must be facing numerous struggles.

“I’m thinking that if I become stronger… I might be able to get support from the military.”

“!?!”

“Sorry. I’m only telling Beryl about this. Nobles and merchants are already under my brothers’ control. So I want to gain the support of the military. That’s why I need to become stronger.”

So that’s what he meant when he said he wanted to become stronger.

“Then even more so… I need to make Diana-san an ally. Her own strength is high, and her family background is also excellent.”

“…Yeah. But it’s impossible for me.”

Al placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Beryl.”

“I refuse!”

“Please!”

“Come on…”

“I feel bad for involving you. But I absolutely need to become stronger. I promise that no one will be oppressed by unilateral policies. So please lend me your strength. I believe that Beryl can form a strong connection with her.”

“…Did you foresee this and gather information about the slum area?”

“…Of course.”

“…You got me there. But don’t expect too much. I don’t particularly want to be friends with anyone.”

“Even if you think that way, I don’t think others will just ignore you.”

“Why me? I’m just a level 18 farm-born knight.”

“For some reason, I feel like Beryl might somehow make it happen. I feel like you might throw away all the struggles we’ve faced as trivial.”

“That’s not likely.”

“Haha, I said something strange. I just had a feeling, but I have no certainty. But if you feel that you can trust this person… then trust your intuition. That’s all.”

“…So don’t expect too much.”

“Yeah. I’m expecting a lot.”

“Geez…”

This damn blonde-haired raccoon…

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A few days later.

Instead of the usual location, we arrived at the arena within the academy for the afternoon class.

It was designed like a colosseum from my previous life, with a stage and seating around it.

“Today, as previously announced, we will have practical training! Divide into the groups you were assigned.”

As instructed, we divided into well-balanced groups.

There were ten teams in total, each consisting of four people.

First, it was the turn of the noble groups, and we watched from the stands.

Today’s class was practical training.

When the gate made of iron bars at the back of the stage opened, a magical beast appeared.

A Gerenbear. A bear-shaped magical beast with black fur, known for its powerful slashing attacks with its claws and forceful strikes. However, all its claws were broken.

It was assumed that they were cut off for training purposes. Additionally, it seemed to be under a weakening magic, glowing with a faint red light.

“Then, let’s begin!”

With the teacher’s command, the Gerenbear charged in.

In response, the noble students fought back.

As expected, the Gerenbear’s movements were slower than usual, indicating it had been weakened.

They defeated the Gerenbear with ease and then looked at us with grins.

Following that, the junior baron team, despite struggling more than the noble teams, managed to secure a victory.

However, they couldn’t defeat it as smoothly as the noble teams, and the spectators in the stands mocked them.

Finally, it was time for the weakest, the young lady and me, and to balance things out, the strongest team of Al and Lady Diana.