Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

Arthur felt a pang of sympathy, admiration, and reverence from the gazes looking up at him from below. He hadn’t even tried to observe their expressions deliberately, yet they were clear as day.

He had felt this kind of atmosphere before, countless times.

In the distant past, it happened once in a while. More recently, it had become almost a daily occurrence. Those who gathered before him, hands clasped in prayer, often wore similar expressions.

He had come to recognize these feelings because he had grown accustomed to being worshiped.

The edges of his lips quivered.

If he went down there now, Mother would likely grab his arm and place him next to her.

<If you're used to being worshiped, shouldn’t you be used to their fuss by now?>

‘...Logically, yes, but seeing that expression, I can’t help but feel a chill deep within me.’

Welcoming the people who came to see him every day had made Arthur increasingly accustomed to wearing a mask.

He hadn’t been used to compliments at first, but after all, he was human. How could he not adapt?

If he truly hated it, he would have ignored them no matter how much they gathered.

‘The people gathered there aren’t just looking up to me, are they?’@@novelbin@@

<That’s right. They’re changing their perception of you.>

‘It’s uncomfortable.’

He didn’t particularly seek their apologies.

He had never wanted them to bow their heads before him.

Whether their gaze shifted or not, it didn’t matter.