Chapter 40
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Deal (2)
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Director Iroa had already analyzed Roin's skin type and its characteristics before he returned to school.
You probably know this yourself, Lord Roin, but in your case, you can consider it normal skin type. Your sebaceous glands and sweat glands are secreting normally, and your oil and moisture levels are properly balanced.
As a beauty expert, she quickly summarized and explained Roin's skin type.
Normal skin has a clear tone and is clean. The stratum corneum has high moisture content, and the pores are small, so the skin looks smooth. It also takes makeup well.
Makeup?
Yes. These days, it's trendy in social circles for men to wear makeup too, right? Not heavy like women, but trying basic stuff like drawing eyebrows wouldn't be bad. Your skin type holds makeup for quite a while once applied.
Hmm, really?
He hadn't even thought about makeup.
Light eyebrows versus dark ones.
That single difference can change a person's impression.
That was why people sensitive about their looks often practiced basic makeup consistently.
Your skin is normal type, but it reacts a bit to external changes more than you'd expect. At least that's how it seems to me.
Come to think of it.
As he listened, he suddenly recalled the kingdom territory mission.
After getting drenched in the Lake of the Goddess once, a pimple popped up on my cheek.
I heard that place has stagnant freshwater with almost no circulation. Right?
Yeah. Stuff like foreign particles floating on the surface. Anyway, one pimple appeared, and I suffered so much.
Hehe. Holy water comes in various kinds, after all.
That meant not all holy water had a positive effect on the skin.
But in your case, Lord Roin, it doesn't react as sensitively as dry or oily skin types. No need to worry too much. Still, the human body can change anytime as you age. It's best to manage it to keep this condition going forward. Just in case.
No one knows what might happen with people's lives.
Roin thought the same.
The silver lining was that his skin itself was excellentpractically a genetic gift from Elien.
You brought plenty of toner, lotion, and cream, so you probably won't feel any shortages while using them, Lord Roin.
Feels like there'll even be leftovers.
There was so much it seemed impossible to use before the mid knight exam.
Iroa shrugged her shoulders as she spoke.
Or you could share with close friends.
Roin replied in a curt tone.
No close friends.
Iroa gave a wry smile at his words.
You're the same as ever.
A person should stay consistent.
Sometimes change is good.
Who knows.
Still, Roin was comfortable being alone for now.
Although the search for traces of the mage who cast the restraint magic had hit a dead end.
Thanks to the new beauty products as a gift, Roin's mood had lightened somewhat.
Let's try it out.
After washing his face, he applied the product Iroa recommended.
Previous products sometimes stung his face after repeated use.
But Iroa's recommendations were clearly different.
It felt like it absorbed right into his face the moment he applied it.
Plus, it's not sticky, so it'd be great for summer or before bed.
She had said it could be used anytime, without distinguishing between daytime and night use.
She was right.
As expected. Iroa the expert is the real deal.
Roin had only researched his own skin, while Iroa studied skin types of everyone in the world.
That was why her advice was so helpful in cases like this.
That's why I went to all lengths to recruit her.
It had been worth recruiting her.
That said.
Looking at the piles of toner, lotion, and cream stacked in one corner of the room, Roin let out a small sigh.
Too much. Way too much.
He had accepted them for now.
Maybe I should've taken just some and told her to take the rest back.
Regret came late.
Iroa's words came back to mind.
But Roin was still negative.
I need to find a way to offload these.
First, he decided to eat.
No matter what you do, you need a full stomach for energy.
Roin headed to the cafeteria.
As an apprentice knight, he had roommates to eat with, but in the junior course, there was none of that.
He could go alone, eat leisurely without eyeing others, and return.
But today, someone wanted to join Roin.
Mind if I sit here?
A familiar voice.
Reminashe was the one suggesting to sit with him first.
Roin nodded as if he didn't mind at all.
Do what you want.
They had run into each other like this occasionally since last year, so joining Remina didn't feel awkward.
Whenever she approached first, there was always a reason.
Last year, it was to form a team.
What could it be this time?
Roin spoke first.
Something you need from me?
You read me like a book now.
Remina didn't deny it.
A few of my friends want to ask you something. Mind if I bring them over?
What do they want to ask?
Better to hear it straight from them.
Roin said okay and told Remina to bring her friends.
Two women took seats across from Roin with shy expressions.
You said you wanted to ask me something.
Yeah.
Actually.
The two women asked Roin this.
We want to know how you usually take care of your skin.
If you have any secrets, could you share?
Not secrets to getting stronger.
Watching the two women ask for beauty secrets, Roin pondered for a moment.
He had gotten questions like this since the apprentice days.
Men asked for handsome tips.
Women asked beauty-related things, just like now.
Roin had skin even finer than women's.
It wasn't strange to get such questions.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.
If I play this right.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
He pulled a small sample-sized cream from his pocket.
The secret is this.
It was the moisturizer from Iroa.
Roin opened the lid and showed them the contents himself.
Remina sensed something off at his demeanor.
Had Roin ever been this nice?
No way.
Normally, he'd brush them off curtly as a hassle.
But today's Roin was overly kind.
Like a different person.
There was a hidden reason behind his goodwill.
If you need it, I can get you some. At a very cheap price.
Until he cleared the extras.
Roin decided to shed his trainee skin briefly and become a merchant.
Instructor Bermine, in charge of the junior course.
Even on weekends when trainees rested, she and the other instructors were busy preparing for next week's training.
When the work wrapped up somewhat.
Dusk was already falling.
You worked hard, Senior.
Bermine replied with a faint smile to the junior instructor's words.
You too. Work's done, so head back and rest.
Yes. See you next week.
After sending off all the junior instructors, Bermine headed to the instructors' dorm to rest.
But then.
Pick! Pick! Pick anything!
A boy's voice boomed across the school grounds, stopping Bermine in her tracks.
A voice she knew well.
Roin?
No doubt.
Certain it was Roin, Bermine strode toward the sound.
What unfolded before her was an absurd sight.
Roin had spread a mat in the hallway corner and was hawking wares.
Below him, the extra products from Iroa were neatly displayed.
Come on! Just apply this and say goodbye to age spots, freckles, pimples! Total miracle cure! And if your skin feels dry or fine lines show up, try this moisturizer! You'll see the effects!
Perhaps because Roin was selling them personally, many trainees started showing interest.
One picked up a lotion and asked Roin.
Apply this, and I'll get skin like yours?
Exactly! Afraid of getting scammed? Try it once! Opportunities like this don't come every daygrab it quick and cheap!
The method Roin came up with was simple: business.
Clear excess stock.
Make money too.
Two birds with one stone.
Bermine approached Roin with a dumbfounded look.
Roin. What are you doing?
Selling unneeded stuff to trainees.
The school allowed item trades between students.
Trainees couldn't go out often, so they permitted such exchanges on purpose.
But not everything could be traded.
Poisons or specific potions designated by the Potion Makers' Association or Mages' Guild were off-limits.
Roin's wares weren't those.
Beauty products.
So the school permitted Roin's business.
Even so, no trainee in Loud Swordsmanship Academy history had ever set up such an open market stall.
Roin was the first.
Bermine pressed her temple.
Even so, this is.
No rule broken, so she couldn't say more.
Besides.
His sales skills were something else.
Emphasizing he used them himself, guiding people to buyquite the tactic.
Swordsmanship prodigy.
Handsome too, and a natural salesman.
No, Roin excelled at one more thing.
Making instructors flustered? He's number one. Absolute number one.
Bermine thought to herself.