Chapter 113
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Friendly Mock Battle
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Eloden's strongest force, Ian Marcus.
Facing the young man grinning right in front of her, Iris wore a troubled expression.
'...I got played.'
Ian had initially been assigned to the base.
So she figured it would take at least twenty minutes for him to reach the front lines, no matter what.
But this man had rushed straight to the vanguard the instant the shift change hit, wiping out Attack Squad 2 in the blink of an eye.
'What method did he use?'
Over the weekend, Iris had pored through library books on the types of holy spells.
She needed to identify what spell her opponent was using to prepare a proper counter. Yet nothing like it appeared anywhere.
But her confusion didn't last long.
'Now that this guy's shown up...'
The situation was already spilled milk.
What mattered now wasn't how Ian had gotten here—it was how to overcome this mess.
The moment she accepted reality,
Iris opened her tightly shut mouth.
"Ivela Elead."
"...?"
"Can you buy us some time?"
"What time out of nowhere...?"
"Just a little. Enough to request reinforcements."
The word "reinforcements" had barely left her lips
when turquoise eyes sparkled with interest.
"Is it Ullan?"
Iris nodded silently, and Ivela caught on, her face lighting up at once.
Ullan changed everything.
She flashed a grin.
"Got it. Let's hold out as long as we can."
"I'll help too."
Arsen Military Department's third-year,
Hunter Land Philler from Attack Squad 1, positioned himself behind Ivela. Meanwhile, Iris had already leaped back.
"All set?"
Ian's sword pointed at the two.
He smirked playfully.
"Then, if you would."
His words were the signal.
A fierce battle erupted.
Meanwhile, Iris, who had fallen back, quickly tapped the bracelet on her wrist.
The bracelet's name was Connect.
A communication device issued only to each camp's representatives. With it, reps could contact the base's defensive forces.
'Who can I reach right now...?'
Arsen's student council president, Cliff Anton.
Iris held the bracelet to her ear, anxiously shifting her weight. Soon after, the voice she'd been waiting for came through.
—What is it?
A deep baritone voice.
Cliff Anton's. Iris cut straight to the chase.
"It's time to cash in the insurance."
—Insurance?
"We're under attack from Ian Marcus. To deal with him, we need Ullan's power, so..."
Please send Ullan out from the base.
That's what Iris meant to say.
But before she could finish, Cliff's firm refusal came back.
—Refused.
"...Pardon?"
Did I hear that right?
Maybe she'd misheard. As she geared up to ask again,
Cliff continued.
—The barbarian stays at the base. That was the condition for me and the student council to participate.