Summoned by You? This Defies All Human Records
Lord Rosenhart’s gaze swept across the documents. Unbelief had long since given way to awe in his eyes. “Yes, Father. Taesan’s records show an A+ score in both strength and speed from last year’s entrance exam. Magic points are zero, though…” “That’s more than enough to secure an upper-class rank even without magic. I’m impressed.” Professor Lifedimer, standing beside him, clicked his tongue. His face held a strange mix of scholarly curiosity and genuine bewilderment. “Looking at the stats alone, even if the overall score falls short of passing, the special-track application could still be approved. This is impossible. Pure punch power alone is registering 3,500 kg of impact force.” “Not dragon level?” “Lord, check this. Speed just spiked to 150 km per hour instantaneously.” Their conversation grew increasingly heated. I coughed loudly and deliberately turned my gaze elsewhere. My ears burned. ‘I only ran on a treadmill and punched a heavy bag.’ Perhaps the physics here were so light? On Earth I had never imagined such records would be recorded so casually. “Heh heh… I was completely mistaken. No magic, but the physique is that of the rarest dragon-level summon among the highest ranks.” Lord Rosenhart set the papers down and looked at me. The earlier suspicion had vanished from his eyes. “This is more than sufficient to test.” His gaze pierced through the documents like a blade. “Have you mastered the physical laws of this world?” Honestly, it was still far from perfect. Without Yustia’s reinforced-gravity and friction-amplification spells on my shoes, I would now be floating through the air like a moonwalker or slamming into walls every single step. The sensation of my body springing forward with the slightest carelessness was still new. But there was no need to reveal any weakness. “Yes. I’ve adapted to a certain degree. Everyday life is no longer an issue.” My answer was casual, but Yustia, who had been watching quietly, quickly jumped in. “Speed tests are still unstable on curved sections. Sometimes… um, my body slips control and I shoot into the sky or slide out of the path. But strength is rock-solid. Every strike test records the exact same number with zero error.” Yustia’s honest report made Lord Rosenhart stroke his chin and fall into deep thought. “Strength: confirmed A+. Speed: B if we factor in control instability. Magic: F. Then…” His eyes slid toward Professor Lifedimer. “Professor, in this case, what level must the summoner’s intelligence test reach for acceptance to be considered secure?” “Considering normal passing lines and competition ratios, if a summoner’s physical abilities are this overwhelmingly dominant… even a B0 on the intelligence test would be enough. Aethernoa Academy has always emphasized practical ability above all else.” “B0.” “Yes. Considering Yustia’s usual academic record, that score is perfectly achievable as long as she doesn’t make any careless mistakes. No, if luck is on our side, she might even aim for valedictorian.” The moment the professor’s declaration fell, Lord Rosenhart’s face remained stern, but his clenched fist beneath the table betrayed his excitement. “To be frank…” Lord Rosenhart paused, letting out a long sigh. “Before I saw these records, I was thinking I should prepare her for the entrance exams of other academies. Better to smear the family name than…” His voice trailed off as he glanced at me. The look in his eyes now held nothing but certainty and hope far beyond suspicion. “But now expectation outweighs worry.” Lord Rosenhart’s gaze returned to Yustia. His expression stayed solemn, yet the light in his eyes softened when looking at his daughter. “Well, are you ready?” “Yes! I packed everything without missing a single thing.” Yustia nodded confidently. Excitement shone in her voice. “You know, Aethernoa Academy is known for its strict meritocracy. Even a high noble’s child cannot bring personal servants or maids. Everything must be handled by the student themselves.” “I know. There’s no problem at all. I’m already a proper adult! I can handle almost anything by myself.” Yustia thumped her chest and declared boldly. Yet Lord Rosenhart still shook his head doubtfully. “Hm… A commendable spirit, though.” He paused, then added in a solemn tone, “Nevertheless, I intend to assign one maid to the family.” “What? N-no, you really don’t have to! If anyone finds out I received special treatment, it will cause problems.” Yustia waved her hands frantically and looked flustered. But Lord Rosenhart cut her off sharply. “Students cannot bring maids, but summons are different.” A spark flashed in his eyes. “A summon is a precious asset and a combat force. For anything of this high value—or even a living being—where systematic management requires professional personnel, the academy regulations clearly permit it.” Lord Rosenhart signaled toward the door. “Come in.” The heavy doors swung open and a familiar face appeared. “Kuh… kuhng…” Yurika. She entered, struggling under the weight of two travel bags that looked bigger than her own body, grunting with every step. “B-beg your pardon, Master….” Yurika managed to raise her head, panting. A mountain of luggage swayed precariously behind her. *** Dawn had not yet broken. The air was cold. Amid the thin mist, silhouettes of busy people moved about. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and started carrying the bags. But… “The horse is that huge?” I gulped. On Earth horses were big. I was over 190 cm, a seasoned fighter, so I never felt small standing beside one. A few smaller horses had been eye-level with me. But these horses were on another scale. Muscles corded like steel rose far above my head, and every exhale puffed steam from their nostrils like a steam locomotive. A single hoof was the size of my entire face. An overwhelming pressure washed over me. “Hih? This is Lord Rosenhart’s fourth supreme-rank summon, Iron Mane.” Yustia stroked the horse’s mane proudly. “If this were a normal horse trained to pull a carriage, we should have departed last night. But with Iron Mane, we can leave now and still arrive on time.” I finally understood the position of summons in this world. “So this is how it feels?” “Hmm… maybe? Just looking at it.” She hesitated, then tapped her lips with one finger. “Muscular, very tall, but the exterior is unmistakably human. So at first there was no pressure at all. But now… I don’t know, a little?” Her voice trailed off into a bright laugh. “A little like a wild beast. When it bites, it’s like this—ang!” Yustia raised both hands and mimicked a cat-like pounce, claws flexing playfully. That was when a pained groan echoed from the distance. “Ugh… kuhng…” It was Yurika again, carrying two bags no larger than her body and staggering forward. Her posture looked as if she might collapse at any second. “Here, let me.” I strode over and snatched the bags from her hands. “A-ah! Summoner-sama?!” Yurika startled, eyes wide. I didn’t even reply; I simply lifted one bag with one hand. On Earth such a load would have been impossible, but thanks to the light gravity here it felt as light as lifting a polystyrene box. Thud— I tossed the bag into the carriage. The vehicle rocked. “Wow…” Yurika’s mouth fell open as she stared up at me. Awe and bewilderment swirled in her gaze. “You’ve been trained this thoroughly already… carrying luggage and attending to the master’s convenience… Miss, you really must be a genius!” She clapped her hands in delight. “Eh…?” I turned to Yustia in bewilderment. Yustia, equally surprised, rolled her eyes and tried to avoid my gaze. ‘Hey, training? It’s just manners. Manners.’ Yurika quickly rummaged in her apron pocket. “See? Good job on the errands! You deserve a reward.” She pulled out another strip of dried meat. Yurika shook it teasingly in front of my mouth like a treat for a puppy, smiling brightly. “Yurika. Taesan is a sentient being. I’ve told you multiple times you can’t treat him like training rewards.” “Ah, sorry, Miss! But according to the summoner handbook, appropriate rewards boost loyalty…” “That’s for low-intelligence beasts! Taesan is… um, so…” Yustia stammered, glancing at me. “Just… thank you. Words are enough, right?” At Yustia’s words, Yurika’s face fell as she began to put the dried meat away. I watched the trajectory of the meat, which my eyes had somehow followed, with stubborn intensity. My hand reached halfway before stopping in mid-air. “Oh, right…?”