A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis

Volume 12 Chapter 22: A Matter Of Will

Volume 12 Chapter 22: A Matter Of Will 

“Keith, you really are something.” During Knight Class, Coen and Helm stared at the man in marvel. The way the class joined together was so fast; it was incredible. 

However, the man shook his head, “It’s really nothing. Besides, what I said was the truth.” That was something he knew for sure: there were gold pieces everywhere. 

F-class definitely had some jewels in the class.

"Also, you have to be more outspoken as well!" Keith slapped him in the back, "You're supposed to be the representative."

"Ahh," Coen scratched his head. 

"It doesn’t matter whether or not the other is a noble; you have to fight back for your classmates.” He had a good idea of what had happened in the meeting. Because most of the other class representatives were nobles, he probably couldn't fight back. 

"Coen, you're a good leader. But you just need to speak out more and fight for what you think is right." Coen was a good listener and heard what the others had to say. But he showed too much shyness from time to time. 

“...I’ll try.”

“Good enough.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“But can you tell me why you didn’t want Olin to be there?” That was something he wasn’t sure about. Before Keith had given such a speech, he specifically told Coen to make sure Olin didn’t make it to class today. And it wasn’t that difficult since that guy was always skipping class like it was nothing.

“Do you really think I would want someone like that there while trying to boost morale?” Out of everyone, Olin needed to be out of class. No, if thens or buts. Olin was the worst person in this case.

“One dumb word out of him would have caused the class’s morale to spiral down even further.” That was something he knew for sure. This guy didn’t know when to shut up and was an expert at causing trouble.

“I see,” Coen could only laugh because this was true. There were already so many stints in which he caused problems for the class.

"But he's a good guy, Keith. Don't judge him too harshly." Coen was about the only person he talked to. And he was pretty easy to talk with. 

“I know. But his personality doesn’t seem like a normal thing.” Keith frowned. That was odd to him: Coen’s anger was directed to nobles. It was something that had caused him to be surprised since it was not normal at all.

“Ahh, you should hear about this. Coen was never supposed to be in F-class.”

“What?” 

...

Later in the day, Olin headed to the rooftop of the academy. And when he did, "Coen, why did you call me out here? If it's about the festival, I'm not doing anything, you hear me!" He had already decided that he wouldn't participate.

"Really? We haven't even decided on what to do."

"...Why are you here?" Olin's eyes narrowed. 

"Because I was the one who asked Coen to call you here. We need to have a little talk." Coen was about the only person Olin would listen to. So, him calling him to the roof would be enough. 

“If you call me here to do something, then I’m out.” Olin was going to walk away from there before, 

“I know what happened to you in C-class.” Keith didn’t hesitate to mention it, which caused Olin to freeze in place. 

A dark look soon formed as he shouted, “You know nothing about-”

“You were placed in C-class for your untapped potential; however, you were then kicked out of the class because of a brawl you had with a noble in your class.” He was going to fight against it but was sent down by the instructor due to the noble’s influence.

“So here you are, deciding that rather than fighting back, you would take it like a dog and lie down.” Keith could understand it now. That was the entire reason why he was acting like this in F-class. 

“Shut up! Just shut up!” Olin grabbed his collar and stared at him. But this time, it was a hint of despair and anger, “Do you understand how it feels?! Do you?! I’ve been working hard and trying my best to rise to S-class, and all that was dropped on my head because I messed with a noble!” His friend was being bullied by a noble. And he couldn’t stand for it either as he stepped up to deal with him. That was when everything had spiraled out of control. 

The instructor then told him he was out of C-class. That was something he fought against. 

“And do you understand what he said? I shouldn't have defied a noble?!” Those exact words had caused him to realize it. Nobles were superior to commoners. And that destroyed any aspiration he had.

“There’s nothing we can do. It’s a dog-eat-dog world.” That was something he wasn’t going to deny any longer. No commoner would ever rise to the top as long as there were nobles. 

“That’s the rule.”

“Fair,” Keith nodded, which caused Olin’s eyes to widen. 

“I won’t deny the fact that nobles are the ones who dominate the academy.” That was something that was the fact. “However, that doesn’t mean it can’t change.”

“You really think it can change?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But unlike the others, you no longer have that fire.” Keith’s eyes scowled. 

“The others may not realize it. But they are willing to challenge those who are deemed to be above them.” They decided to follow Keith, and wanting to take on the other classes, they would no longer back down. 

“But you, on the other hand, have no fire.”

“It’s because-”

“Because they haven’t seen what those nobles can do? Please, they have seen enough to know that they want to rise up.” Keith shook his head, “You just gave up and sat there on your hands and knees. That’s the mentality of a loser.” 

"..."

“To be honest, that idiot Jerome is someone I don’t like. But he at least had a fire in his stomach to fight back.” Jerome was the dumbest and brashiest person he had ever met. But despite all this, he had a fire that didn’t go down! He wanted to go to S-class as if he would die without it.

His will of wanting to go was something he wasn’t going to laugh at.

“You don’t have that. You’re just a loser.” 

“I-”

“And the worst kind as well. You clearly have the talent to become something better than the others. But you choose not to fight back.”

“...What if I fight back?” Olin muttered. 

“Will you fight back?” A matter of will. 

“I will!”

“Then follow me! Let’s show everyone that F-class is not to  be looked down upon.”

“I will follow you enough.” Olin still had doubts about Keith. 

"Good enough." Keith laughed. It was more than enough for him.