Chapter 91
Chapter 91
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: 10. I Came, I Saw, I Won (7)
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A voice filled with utter disbelief echoed from within the glowing magic circle.
[Just… why?]
“Waa… We really won.”
“This is seriously insane.”
The scene playing on the screen was a result even I hadn’t imagined.
[Lady Nermia is out!]
[Marxis’s secret weapon, the genius of the Nermia family, Lia, has been defeated!]
[And so, Flag Battle semifinals Group 1 is Yuglasia versus Yuglasia!]
[Group 2 is an absurd Yuglasia versus Yuglasia as well!]
No. 17, who had even been rated a monster by that evil organization Howling, had lost.
And not to Nerkia or Aris, nor to the student council including Riseng—lost to an ordinary student.
“This is properly crazy…. Honestly, when she froze both their ankle and hand at the same time, even I flinched!”
“Doing something even modern evil organizations wouldn’t…”
A tactic of sacrificing oneself to kill the enemy, or at least make further combat impossible.
The infamous mutual destruction tactic was something past villains often used against heroes, but it’s nowhere to be found among today’s villains, who are hypersensitive to their own interests.
You can tell just from comics.
In the past, the Fifth Princess sacrificed herself for Earth, dying alongside her brother to a MaX beam barrage. But as time passed and she became the Sixth, she’s wagering Earth in a galactic destruction showdown—perfectly capturing how a once-pure human succumbed to her desires and fell.
So, please, Leader PruXder. Kill the Sixth already!
“Master, I have no idea what you’re thinking, but shouldn’t we check the other matches too?”
“No, aside from this one, there’s no match we could lose.”
The early rounds of the Imperial Tournament are great for showing off individual skills, with few variables.
Each team has at most five to seven participants.
Compared to the siege battles on the final day with full academy participation, you can accurately analyze the opponent’s forces.
So, the remaining matches are a done deal on video.
No remaining force can stop Yuglasia’s victory.
“But like this match that just shattered your mentality, variables could pop up, right?”
“Conversely, do you think any other student could pull off a match like that?”
“Nope.”
No matter how I thought about it, Marxis had been overwhelmingly superior in that match.
A former disciple, four student council executives, and the last one a named player with a nickname in the Imperial Tournament.
Ours was just a gathering of yesterday’s losers.
Purely by force, the former disciple summoning Surtr for a 1:6 civilian massacre wouldn’t have been odd.
But the guy made three mistakes.
First, he didn’t finish them off with the initial attack.
If he’d kept attacking until the summon, he could’ve won alone with their limbs bound.
Second, he panicked too much when his ankle was grabbed.
I’d told him a thousand times in life: never show emotions.
Frankly, even our academy student had a bit of that expression in my eyes, but you can’t show that level of panic.
Finally, summoning Leviathan but not attacking right away.
Seriously, the organization always drilled this!
If you have time to kindly explain, strike first!
Act first, report later! Basic combat, right?
They say listening skills matter more than talking?
I’ve never seen a villain survive after freaking out at the hero’s new technique with “How?!” and spilling everything with “You’re dying anyway, so here’s my final gift!”
“But thanks to that, we won. Isn’t that good?”
“True. But my old disciple doing something so stupid—it’s disappointing. Makes me wonder if I trained him too softly.”
“Master, seriously: any more training and the kids would kill themselves.”
“It’s fine. Whenever they feel like it, just send you over.”
“What the hell do you think I am?!”
“An all-purpose fix-everything stick.”
“You get it! Omnipotent—that’s this goddess Arcadia’s power!”
She upgraded from stick to goddess, but once she was complete, I solved every problem with her. Fact.
“That’s right! Leave it to me! Any bad kids losing the will to live, I, Ar ni, will handle them all!”
Yeah, reliable like an apostle of justice in Nerugul Man.
“Thanks to this, the moment the students lose, I can crank up the academy’s difficulty even more!”
#13 Their Circumstances: Lia El Nermia’s Circumstances.
I opened my eyes to a white ceiling.
“I lost…”
I stared blankly at the ceiling, listening to the surrounding noise.
This was the Imperial Tournament infirmary.
I’d ultimately lost to Yuglasia students and ended up here.
“I lost. To students whose names aren’t even well-known. I lost.”
-Master, those guys aren’t students. They’re lunatics. So don’t take it too hard.
“No, I have to. They weren’t stronger than me—I lost to the weak. And before fighting, I lost momentum, went in with fear.
I prided myself on training that transcended human limits in the organization.
Started with Imperial Magic Bombardment, barely escaped, then no rest—just endless training.
When only No. 1, No. 1000, and I remained, we trained survival in hard-to-access places like mountains, ocean, desert.
Plus the labyrinth the instructor made, getting beaten by his bat-wielding disciple to survive—no, to avoid the bat, we gave our all.
Compared to that me, now is better.
Beds instead of the floor—luxury beds.
Fighting comrades for food, now eat what you want anytime.
Training where we weren’t treated human, now respected as a scion of an Imperial prestigious noble.
“I… got weak.”
Not skill.
The too-good environment weakened my mentality.
“If it were me two years ago, I definitely would’ve won.”
If it were me two years ago.
With those two who grabbed my ankle down, I’d have finished it completely.
For normal people, impossible to rise—but I attacked just enough for the abnormal to stand and got careless.
If that opponent was No. 1?
If No. 1000 in a no-food crisis?
I’d have shattered both legs, both arms, still uneasy—cuffed with magic-suppressing cuffs, even added a barrier.
But I didn’t.
Deep down, thinking this place is different from what I experienced weakened me.
No—made me arrogant.
“Yuglasia is different from what I thought. Those people know what I know: there’s something scarier than death.”
-I don’t want to believe it, but…
Someone like the bat existed for me at Yuglasia too.
Thinking now, they didn’t fear defeat itself.
They feared meeting the Silver Devil after defeat.
“Then I’ll go back to the old me!”
I’ve already shown enough pathetic sides.
If the instructor saw, he’d laugh, apologize for his too-gentle training.
And show me a new hell I hadn’t experienced.
Back to the old me.
The me who struggled purely to survive.
The me who risked life for one meal!
And the next day.
On day three of the Imperial Tournament, I took Yuglasia’s first victory.
#14 Their Circumstances: A Certain Student Council President’s Circumstances.
“Damn it…”
Imperial Tournament day three. Our goal of total victory shattered.
From the most reliable Lady Aris’s defeat!
[This, Lady Nermia!]
[Amazing, truly amazing! We knew the scion of the traditional magic house Nermia was magically gifted, but swordsmanship too?!]
[Not outdone by god-tier summoner Lady Aris, wielder of a great demon!]
[Thus, on day three, undefeated Yuglasia finally falls!]
[Who’d guess a mage would close in on a swordmaster with the sword?!]
[Melee better than magic knights, top-class firepower among mages, shrewd control! Who’d think that Lady Nermia is just a 15-year-old girl?]
Honestly, didn’t consider defeat.
The day before, Lady Nermia lost to third-years—even weak in Yuglasia combat-wise.
Rumored Marxis secret weapon, but yesterday’s win made us see her as just a brat.
Why’d we forget?
Professor Niserwin saw summoner talent and tried bringing her to Yuglasia?
Lady Nermia changed completely in one day.
No—her true face emerged.
Felt it the moment I saw the fight.
She’s like us.
Eyes and moves only from hell-survivors struggling.
Imperial Tournament broadcast empire-wide disadvantages women vs. men.
Women less free on marriage issues.
Especially Marxis and (old) Yuglasia, full of noble ladies—skipped winnable matches for dignity, no wins sometimes.
But Lady Nermia ignored it.
Even Arsia men training swords roll in dirt for pride—she did to dodge sword.
Aris’s slash grazed uniform, faint cuts showing white skin—she charged heedless.
Somehow familiar, warrior transcending death’s fear.
Aris faltered momentarily, caught in Nermia’s pace, lost to her.
“Amazing. A mage diving into a swordmaster’s strikes to bet on swords.”
“More shocking is the one-day change. Leviathan, Surtr’s sword, appeared yesterday too—but not used properly.”
“Yeah, even fake, borrowed power. Could kill if mishandled.”
“But no such vibe this time.”
“Because opponent Lady Aris? Swordmaster, won’t die easy?”
“Idiot, can’t you feel the atmosphere? Totally different from yesterday. Definitely our kind of vibe.”
“Yeah…. But how? Impossible in rookie-packed Marxis.”
“So Nermia house gave training like ours?”
“Her grandfather’s a magic tower master—maybe there.”
“Damn, top Imperial nobles indeed! Nermia house, elite among counts!”
“We’re frogs in a well. Outside, monsters like the Silver Devil exist!”
I couldn’t say anything watching students tremble in worldly fear.
Frankly, I was scared too!
“President…”
“Oh, Lady Syr.”
As I felt world-fear, Lady Syr, always with Lady Aris, approached.
“President, mind if I visit Lady Aris’s infirmary?”
“Oh, yes. I’ll come too.”
Lady Aris took opponent’s brain magic hit last, sent to infirmary.
As top force, checking injury is president duty.
With a few more execs, we arrived.
“I’ll head out now.”
Frontmost, Lady Syr who opened door first ran without looking back.
“Sy, Syr? Syr!
Aris’s urgent voice followed.
Bam!
“Get it?”
“Yeah.”
“Recovery’s solid.”
Hearing that, without checking, I shut the door.
“Heehee! Sis! Now just us for cozy time!”
“N-nooo!”
As expected, the one—demon—who arrived first showed the anticipated development, letting Yuglasia’s frequent screams echo in the infirmary too.