The Medal of Honor's Hidden Perks
After the Medal of Honor ceremony, the academy staff were in a frenzy of excitement. The person who received the highest honor is here! Not a graduate, but a returning student!
After the ceremony, the academy staff were in a frenzy of excitement. How wonderful that the person who received the most honorable medal is here.
Moreover, they have the will to learn, not just staying in the military, but even returning to school!
In this situation, it would be strange if the professors weren't thrilled.
“The Medal of Honor is so high that if they had stayed in the military, they would have received even better treatment.”
“That's right. It seems they have a particularly strong desire for learning.”
“Truly a wonderful student. We must work even harder! Isn't that right?”
“Yes. To fill that thirst, we should give even more enthusiastic lectures!”
The fact that this excitement was flowing in a rather strange direction was a problem, however.
“If we give them more assignments, they would happily accept them, right? Hahaha!”
“How about recommending them for graduate school? They could delve deeper into academics!”
“Oh, that's a good idea. Karl student would probably be happy with that!”
If Karl had heard this conversation, he would have immediately run to the barracks and seized a rifle. And he wouldn't have poured bullets saying 'This is where Avada Kedavra comes in'?
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Medal of Honor Benefit 1: Regardless of status, anyone in the Empire is qualified to receive respect.
Medal of Honor Benefit 2: Invitations are sent to any imperial event, and attendance is possible.
Medal of Honor Benefit 3: If magic is needed, support request to the Imperial Magic Division.
There are many other benefits, but it's not convenient to list them all, so next time.
But, is there also 'Graduate Student Recruitment Candidate Priority 1' among the Medal of Honor benefits?
“Karl student. I know a way to quench your academic thirst. Do you know about graduate school?”
“This is really a beneficial system. While learning more beside our professors, we can design your future together—
My inner dragon roared. What the hell are these crazy professors saying right now!
What? Graduate school? After getting out of the army, now they're tying me to graduate school?
These guys are going crazy because they want to taste the bullet!
My head is spinning from the unimaginable result.
'Me, who enlisted as a soldier and received the Medal of Honor, am a graduate student at the academy?'
Is this some novel-like title that wouldn't be read even if you died and came back to life?
After enlisting once and being a graduate student the second time, it would be a mess.
The junior guys who used to swarm around saying 'Tell me war stories!' are now tolerable.
So, I thought I could turn off the stealth skill, but now the professors are acting weird.
“Why. What's wrong with being a graduate student. Try it once and see.”
“Senior Marcus. You can't just say such harsh words casually.”
“...Hey. I'm a graduate student too.”
“Then the senior has no conscience. Pulling even the juniors into hell. Did you stuff your conscience into the soup that came out at lunch earlier?”
The time of patience and hardship is enough in the military. At least, enlistment was my will.
But graduate school? I didn't even think about it! Even if there's a difference, I won't do it again!
“Karl.”
“If you mention graduate school one more time, that pen is here. This time, I'll really poke your forehead with the pen tip. Stop it, senior.”
“Scary, scary. But I'm not trying to talk about that.”
Then what is it? What is it? Why is the atmosphere so strange again—
“You didn't end things with Selena, did you?”
“It's not that much. We decided to just be colleagues and friends.”
“...Hearing recent rumors, being colleagues or friends doesn't seem quite right?”
This guy is hearing what and saying such things.
You said 'graduate student'! And you're a teaching assistant! But how is there still time left?
Professor! Look here! Your slave— I mean, graduate student is slacking off!
“What rumors are you talking about.”
“Heard that you've met several times at the cafe. And even that you've been seen clinging to each other.”
“Since you're only in the assistant room, I can't believe any of it.”
“What are you saying. If you're only in the assistant room, all the news spreads. Do you know how much the juniors chatter here? This body has so much popularity. Junior.”
“...”
It's not about popularity, but isn't it just that he's too lenient?
Assistant room detention. Wow. The title that feels like combat power level 3.
“Anyway. Answer me. When you returned to school, you said you didn't want to face Selena.”
“...That's right.”
“Did you not mean it sincerely? Or is there still lingering feelings?”
“No. I just want to live as friends.”
“Really?”
“Yes. We have to see each other for another half year, and since we're the same grade, it wouldn't be good if we keep doing that.”
I just returned to school and want to smile and part ways. That's how it was, and I want to brush it off.
What I learned in this life and in the military was that.
Having it all to myself only harms me. I have to wipe it away.
To do that, instead of just waiting, I can take the initiative.
“...Just in case, but if I confess again and get rejected, re-enlisting would be hard. It's not like there's a big plan to become a graduate student, right?”
“Hahaha!”
I immediately snatched the pen from the desk. Senior or whatever, I'm killing it!
“You, crazy guy! You really poked it! I said you poked it! Aaaaaak!”
“Shut up. It didn't even bleed.”
“But it hurts! You bastard! The junior caught the senior! Ouch!”
“If you want senior treatment, do senior actions!”
Our senior Marcus is, after all, a human who is definitely not normal.
Even though I warned him like that, he provoked it. If it's this much, he hasn't been shot with a gun?
'...No. Maybe he can't live normally as a graduate student.'
Hmm. If it's for that reason, I might be able to tolerate it a little.
If I had known this, I should have taken some pranks. ...No. Still, graduate school is a step too far.
“Karl Adelheit Sergeant?”
Today is afternoon free period, so I was going back to the dormitory to take a nap.
'Why again, not a student but a sergeant.'
A serious question that has been coming up lately. Is this place the academy or a military base?
Why do I keep being called 'Karl senior' or 'Karl oppa', let alone 'Karl student', but more often 'sergeant'?
“Yes. Reporting. Who are you.”
“Lanshuk! (Imperial Army salute.) I am Major Megi. From the War College.”
“Ah, yes. Major Megi. Nice to meet you. But you have no beard.”
“Eh? Ah, yes. I'm still in my 20s. Haha!”
Tsk. If it were this life, I would have said it with an adult gag. It doesn't work here.
“However, why did you come from the War College again. I thought you had already received the Medal of Honor and were done with the military. Are you here to return the Medal of Honor?”
“N-no, of course not! The Medal of Honor is a medal awarded to those who have performed the most honorable and brave deeds! Since it's selected after strict review, it can never be returned! It is an act that disgraces the Imperial Army, so you can rest assured!”
“...”
Major Megi. Your major is only a little over a month old, right? Until a month ago, you were a second lieutenant (sosagi)?
I made a joke, but reacting so seriously is a bit much.
“Calm down, calm down. It was a joke. I know that even though I'm a military person.”
“Ah, yes! Sorry. The purpose of belittling Sergeant Karl Adelheit is...”
“No. Stop. Calm down. Why did you come?”
Then Major Megi suddenly had a serious face.
Unnervingly, why? Is it not to ask for re-enlistment?
“Actually, the head of the Personnel Administration Bureau is requesting a meeting.”
“Personnel Administration... Bureau?”
Personnel Administration... literally managing the personnel part.
Not in the combat field, why suddenly looking for me?
“If I ask what the matter is, Major probably doesn't know exactly either, right?”
“Ahaha. Yes. I only received the order to bring you.”
“I see.”
“Ah, but it might be helpful. From what I heard, the head of the Personnel Administration Bureau was pulling his hair out saying why these guys suddenly applied to enlist as soldiers...”
Huh? Enlisting as soldiers? There's no way civilians would enlist as soldiers.
Then what? Is there another idiot like me who chose to enlist as a soldier despite having blue blood?
Moreover, not one but several. The bureau must be suffering.
“I'm in a similar situation.”
“That's right. But the situation is quite different from then, so the head sighed heavily saying that the four of them should probably be discharged.”
“I see. Four. Four...”
...Wait a second.
“Major.”
“Yes.”
“Is it possible that those bastards... no, those four. Aren't they all tall and somewhat handsome?”
“Eh... Female officers blushing suggests it's true.”
I grabbed my head. Damn.
I had forgotten for a moment. The four male leads! No wonder it was too quiet!
The war is over, so why accept noble sons as soldiers?
Moreover, since I didn't keep it secret, the family would have been informed immediately.
Looking at the situation, it seems the shocked family asked to remove those guys.
...Thinking about it, our father probably laughed and said 'Who can stop a man's determination. Come back safely!' and drank.
Father! Didn't you grab your son that day and break his leg bones?!