Chapter 107
Chapter 107
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: Not a Legend, But a Legend (11)
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#13 Their Side: The Circumstances of a Certain Student Council President II
“From a shitty family too?!”
“Junior acting all high and mighty?”
“You’ve always been a pain in the ass!”
“Think being a senior makes you all that?”
How did it come to this....
Students who had been growling at each other suddenly drew their blades at one person’s slash, then everyone turned their weapons on one another and started fighting.
“Why the hell did it turn into this... Ugh....”
I had no idea why. But I was starting to get pissed off myself.
“You little shits, can’t you hear the student council president?!”
I drew my sword in rage, ready to show them the student council president’s might!
“Waaah?!”
The ground vanished beneath me.
“What the? What’s going on?!”
“That’s my line, damn it! People are about to die here—hurry up and get back up!”
Some force shoved my butt upward, sending me flying back toward solid ground as I fell.
“Uwaaaah!”
“Haa, haa....”
I soared through the air for a moment, but my body, honed by years of sword training!
I screamed, but my landing was perfect. I turned my head and saw Yuglasia Academy’s student council president, Nerkia, covered head to toe in mud.
“Die.”
“You too?!”
The moment I saw him, an inexplicable murderous urge boiled up inside me.
His death felt so justified, like the world itself demanded it!
I raised my sword for a righteous slash.
“Guh?!”
“Shut up and listen first.”
My vision suddenly dropped to the ground.
Before my mind could catch up, I blankly stared up at Nerkia, who had mounted me.
Even if I wasn’t in my right mind from this weird feeling, I was Arsia Academy’s student council president!
The holy ground of swordsmen, the empire’s—no, the continent’s finest place to temper the body—and I was getting pinned by a summoner?!
This made no sense. It had to be... Nerkia’s scheme!
“Die, die, Nerkia!”
“Look, no matter how much this rage is spreading, why do all the guys who see me lose their shit and wanna kill me?”
The way he looked down at me was insultingly smug, beyond words.
Yep, I had to kill this guy....
“Listen up, Kir. You’re just under a mental attack from the enemy right now. You’ve never felt this way about me normally, right?”
Mental attack? Not normally?
“No, I’ve often thought about killing you even on normal days.”
“Is the whole world just full of people who wanna kill me?”
Seeing Nerkia scream only fueled my impulse to end him ASAP.
“Anyway, acting on it and saying it out loud is the enemy’s trick! They’re using something called the Spirit of Rage to manipulate your emotions!”
“Rage, huh.... Sometimes letting that rage take over and killing you doesn’t sound half bad.”
“It is bad! Super bad! More importantly, your students are fighting each other too, right? If this keeps up, Arsia’s done for!”
“That’s... a problem....”
The word “annihilation” snapped me back to reality.
If we got wiped out like this, we’d suffer a humiliating loss to Yuglasia.
What was the point of allying with Marsis? What was the point of cooperating with Nerkia?!
“I’ll... put off killing you... for a bit.... Such a shame....”
“Do you have to add that part? Aren’t we on the same side right now?”
No. You’re the enemy of all men.
I’m only sparing you out of necessity for now, but someday, you absolute evil must be eliminated.
“Damn, I thought only Yuglasia was fucked up, but everyone except me is the problem!”
If the whole world was fucked up and only you were normal, does that mean the world’s fucked up?
Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say you’re the fucked-up one and the world’s normal?
“Yeah, yeah.”
For now, though, I had to treat this top-tier asset with respect.
It pissed me off, but... just for now. Yeah, just for now!
“So, what do we do?”
“We gotta get everyone out of the Rage Spirit King’s territory. And to avoid the rage, we should move individually.”
“Right....”
I nodded and bellowed, infusing my voice with mana.
“Retreat!”
Arsia’s students responded to my retreat order like this.
“Who the hell are you?!”
“Think prez makes you god?”
“Retreat my ass—you’re the coward! No shame as an Arsia student? That’s why our score’s in the shitter!”
Patience. They’re all under mental attack, out of their minds.
No need to take it to heart.
They surely respect and rely on me as their prez normally....
“That’s why he couldn’t confess to his crush vice prez before that other academy prez stole her!”
“Suspicious as hell—he really liked the vice prez!”
“Nah, my intel says Yuglasia’s prez and our vice prez knew each other since they were kids.”
“I heard that too. Promised to marry when they grew up at like ten.”
“Really?”
“Then prez is....”
“Yeah, exactly. Dude who can’t read the room, butts into someone else’s romance, and loses without confessing. Total loser.”
“Gaaah! Who said that? Come out! Fight me like a knight, stake your life!”
Never mind. They’re enemies too.
Not the kind to use and discard like Nerkia—the kind to kill right now!
“Come at me, you damn... Guh!”
My vision blurred as a massive impact hit my gut.
“I’m tired, so cut it out.”
What I heard was Nerkia’s exhausted voice.
“Sleep it off and snap out of it. I’ll handle those guys.”
By the time I came to my senses from his last words, me and most of Arsia’s students had returned to base.
And that day, Arsia gained a new legend.
The legend that you absolutely never fuck with Yuglasia’s student council president.
#14 Their Side: Reidan de Roa’s Circumstances.
“Damn, did it fail?”
After repelling the Lightning Spirit King, I hurled my spear at the spot where Nerkia had fallen multiple times, but I didn’t feel like he was dead.
“He probably survived, huh?”
“That’s Yuglasia for you—somehow they always pull through.”
“Last year’s Nerkia would’ve been toast for sure.”
“Too late to regret now. Damn. I went in thinking it’d be like the Water Spirit King, but close-range attacks just shock me....”
Grumbling, I resummoned my death spear—no, Mistilteinn—and chucked it at the ground again.
“Reidan, keep chasing?”
“Yeah, Karen’s handling student council solo anyway. Holding down the allied forces’ main unit helps us.”
Right, justification matters. Even if Karen—who we’ve always hated—acknowledges us this time, Nerkia’s weirdly popular.
No guarantee some student won’t spin his “betrayal” into a touching tale of star-crossed lovers: Yuglasia prez and Arsia vice prez, enemies by academy but bound by love.
Choosing love over friendship!
Cool~ Real cool...
Be cool in novels, not real life.
Don’t strut around acting cool here!
“Yeah, so as the detachment unit, let’s take on intercepting the enemy!”
That’s why we need the justification of righteousness.
Not just grabbing Nerkia out of jealousy, but punishing traitor Nerkia and striking the Arsia-Marsis allied main force as a detachment unit!
“Is that it?”
Lady Aris already looked dubious, like the drug had worn off.
Tch, should’ve finished Nerkia here.
“Yes, Lady Aris. We’re just acting for the academy. Think about it—you’ve got three more years at Yuglasia. Three years with the Silver Devil!”
“Eek!”
Lady Aris’s face hardened.
Yeah, that’d shock anyone.
Even I’d wanna off myself at three more years with that devil in the same space.
“Yes, Lady Aris. We win this match, night self-study ends. Devil ends!”
“Night self-study ends.... Devil ends....”
“Yes. Our victory rides on your sword, Lady Aris. Topple those damn rookies, claim the win, end night self-study.”
“Yeah, end night self-study!”
Easy.
“To do that, we eliminate ex-prez Nerkia first. He’s a spiritist specialized in fighting groups. If Arsia and Marsis use that, our win slips away.”
“Yeah, take down the prez... no, the traitor!”
Perfect combo.
Reidan sows chaos in the masses, others mop up the rest.
While Lady Aris delivers righteous judgment to Nerkia with her sword beam, I finish with my death spear.
Gotta end it quick before they prep.
“Let’s hit Arsia right now!”
“Yes!”
And so, the twelve heroes set off on their journey of judgment.
#15 Their Side: Lia El Nermia’s Circumstances.
“Haa... haa... haa....”
Harsh breaths escaped my lips.
But my heart felt at ease.
“It’s finally over.”
No. 1000’s obsession with food was something else.
Holding a grudge over something from nearly two years ago and pushing me that hard!
But barely, with Surtr’s multiple sacrifices, I peeled off the black something clinging to No. 1000 and brought her back to her senses.
“Tired?”
“Not... the time for you to say that....”
“Yeah?”
Looking at No. 1000 lying on the ground, staring blankly up at me, something bubbled up inside.
My condition was the worst.
My cheeks stung with blood trickling down, left hand numb from blocking slashes.
Right Achilles torn from a kick, limping with every step, and after seven dirt blasts to the eyes, tears still welled up.
“Sorry.”
“If you’re sorry... do your damn job!”
“But Hail Reia is....”
“She already humiliated me on live broadcast. No one thinks Hail Reia’s weak now.”
“Eek... this week’s meals are in danger....”
“No shit—my life was!”
She felt nothing about almost killing me under control, but a threat to her food devastated her.
“If Marsis wins, I’ll let you taste Nermia house cuisine. So hustle.”
“Really?”
Just tossed it out, but she bit!
Shaking this easily—fine for imperial stock?
No. 1000 was in the princess’s secret unit now, right?!
“Alright, I’ll hustle!”
Seeing her nod with flushed cheeks, I worried for the empire’s future...
“Nah, probably fine.”
Might’ve worried last year, but now Yuglasia fights for us.
An insane academy birthing spirit king contractors, swordmasters, and god-tier contractors in one year.
Keep this up ten years, we could conquer the continent—no, the world including the demon continent.
“Yuglasia’s dangerous. Even Hail—no, especially Hail Reia—watch out.”
“Yeah, I know.”
But No. 1000 didn’t seem to see Yuglasia as dangerous.
“No, it’s way more dangerous than you think.”
I frowned and warned in a flat tone, but her reply shocked me.
“Yeah, obviously. Students learning from the instructor? No way they’re pushovers.”
“Huh?”
What?
Instructor? Did No. 1000 meet a new imperial instructor after joining?
Any Yuglasia profs with imperial instructor experience?!
-Owner, face reality! It’s that bastard! Not just similar face—identical!
-N-No way!
-Every creature has limits! That’s natural law! Yuglasia’s full of limit-breaking lunatics! You get what that means!
-N-No... no way....
Pain stung my lips, blood taste hit.
Memories flooded back.
‘Your summoning talent’s exceptional. How about joining our Yuglasia?’
Ah... the instructor invited me, and I refused.
No, more than refused—I dismissed him.
‘I’d sooner sell my soul to another devil and win than face the Silver Devil!’
Now I got what Yuglasia students meant.
Yeah, they’d met him.
No, experienced him.
Even the Sword Saint submitted—to the iron pipe still unknown to me!
Putting it all together, I realized one terrifying fact.
“I’m screwed....”
I’d been treating that instructor as an enemy all this time.