The next day, Ian was jolted awake by a violent knock on his door.
As soon as he opened it, an unfamiliar cadet wearing glasses barged into the room, shoving a recorder toward him while poking at an absurd-looking object.
“Cadet Ian Clark! Can I have an interview? Just one interview!”
“…What? Who are you?”
“Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ayumi from the Academy Newspaper Club.”
When Ian heard her very Korean-sounding name, he gave her a puzzled look. Ayumi (아유미), mistaking it for a positive reaction, quickly stepped into his dormitory.
“Thank you!”
“…I never even agreed to it.”
“Then just say one word, please!”
Ian blocked her path with his body, preventing her from barging in any further. With a deep sigh, he asked, “Why are you even here?”
“Ah, well… of course, it’s because of the rumors.”
“What rumors?”
“There’s talk that Ian Clark is engaged to the Duke of Elnes’s daughter, Aire.”
“…Engaged? Who?”
“You.”
“Me? Engaged? Why?”
Ian’s confusion was genuine, and Ayumi, who had come expecting a scoop, looked at him in disbelief.
“…Wait, you don’t know?”
“What kind of nonsense is this? Why would I be engaged?”
“But Senior Aire proudly announced at the Academy’s Social Church that you belong to her.”
“I never—” Ian suddenly remembered yesterday’s events. Aire had gotten excited and run off…
After that, had she really gone straight public and declared that he was hers?
And not only that—had the rumor somehow escalated into a full-blown engagement?
A headache began to set in. What was she thinking? And why on earth did everyone else just go along with it?
“First of all,” Ian said firmly, “I am not engaged to that senior. I have nothing to do with this.”
“Ah, I see. Then, are you engaged to Miss Stella Eritz instead? Since you two were originally rumored to be involved—”
“…What?”
“If not her, then is it second-year Senior Dinua Erebus? There are even rumors that you and Ms. Acacia are dating—”
Ayumi’s interest sparked as she eagerly listed off more names.
Ian, feeling a sharp pain in his head, groaned and pushed her back.
“Get out.”
“But the interview isn’t—”
“Out. Now.”
Despite her persistence, Ian was firm, and Ayumi had no choice but to retreat.
After she finally left, Ian shut the door and let out a deep sigh. Staying in this cramped dormitory was suffocating—he needed to move somewhere else.
If only he had transferred to a more luxurious dormitory earlier. This one, meant only for commoners, lacked proper security, making it too easy for people to just waltz in.
If he had been in a higher-grade dormitory, Aire wouldn’t have been able to enter his room so freely, and these ridiculous rumors wouldn’t have spread so easily.
‘I’m moving out today.’
He had the money. In fact, it was strange that he hadn’t moved already.
It felt like closing the barn door after the horse had bolted, but at this point, preventing further trouble was his best option.
Rubbing his temples, Ian racked his brain for a way to clear up this mess without causing even more problems.
But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t figure out how to reason with a bunch of irritable teenagers.
***
Cadets’ eyes followed Ian as he walked through the academy halls. By now, he was used to it. It had happened so often that he no longer felt the need to acknowledge it.
Ignoring the stares, he made his way forward—until a blonde-haired cadet with rolled curls stepped in front of him.
Ian recognized him immediately. He was the one who had pursued Stella during the last special test but had been disqualified because of Ian.
“Wait a moment. Do you have time to talk?”
“No.”
“…I heard you rejected Senior Aire.”
“The rumors have spread that fast?”
It had barely been morning when Ayumi interviewed him, yet by now, the entire academy was talking about it. Either the Newspaper Club was more influential than he had thought, or students here were just unusually obsessed with gossip.
“Hah, cute—you’re not someone to be reckless with,” the blonde cadet remarked.
“That person is the duke’s daughter, right?” Ian asked.
“Huh? Oh, yes, she is.”
“Then she’s on the same level as Stella?”
“Well… I wouldn’t compare her to Miss Stella, but technically, yes.”
“Yet back then, when you were chasing after Stella, you had no problem yelling at her.”
“—That!”
The blonde-haired cadet clamped her mouth shut.
A duke’s daughter was a duke’s daughter. What made one so untouchable and the other fair game? It was absurd.
Ian brushed past her, leaving the girl speechless.
***
When Ian arrived at the classroom, the cadets who had already read the rumors and newspaper reports turned to whisper among themselves.
And then—
“Ian Clark!”
Aire Elnes stormed into the classroom, struggling under the weight of several bags.
He barely had time to react before she glared at him, her expression indignant.
“Why did you say that?!”
“…What do you mean?”
“You said you’d stay by my side as long as I had heirlooms! So I brought plenty for you!”
With that, she dropped the bags in front of him, revealing their contents—every single one filled with heirlooms related to summoned beasts.
It was only then that Ian realized the problem.
She had taken his words literally.
‘Oh, what am I supposed to do with this idiot?’
Aire, unaware of his inner turmoil, looked up at him with teary, expectant eyes.
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