Chapter Chapter 50: 7. Is your backside safe? (2) (1/2)

RATH 50

TL: Eevee

7. Is your backside safe? (2)

#2 Their story: Aris Ril Letia’s story.

“Why?”

The same night study time as normal.

It’s time for night study, but in a situation where escape, not study, was the primary objective we were still fighting as hard as we always did.

But how did things turn out like this today?

“I apologise, Miss Aris.”

And the person that was in charge of marking me especially, Professor Aruhan, smiled wryly as he answered my question.

“Plan A begins today.”

“…Isn’t this seriously too much against students?”

-That’s right, this is strange! What kind of academy is this meant to be!

Even the goddess of contests was complaining of inequality.

Plan A? This was?

“Students betraying each other was Plan A!”

I still fall far short of Professor Aruhan in a straight 1v1.

Because of that, the supporting backline pours on all sorts of beneficial magic onto me, and curses onto Professor Aruhan.

But today, that support was absent and on the contrary, I was the one being cursed instead.

As I turned around to see what was going on I saw a few key members of the first years attacking the other students.

Is this what we’re supposed to be learning at school?

How to attack each other!

“According to Professor Nicerwin, giving students the experience of going up against ‘divide and conquer’ strategies is a part of the curriculum…”

Professor Aruhan muttered, not looking me in the eyes as if he was also embarrassed to say it as well.

Divide and conquer? Just what the hell were you going to achieve by teaching students how to deal with that?

“What, just what did he threaten you with!”

“There were no threats.”

“S, Shir?”

My classmate, and a fellow first-year god-class summoner.

Even so, the cold expression that Shir, my childhood friend was making towards me was shocking.

“Wh, why… why, Shir! Why did you betray us even though you weren’t threatened!”

One of my few friends that had no relations to my family, but simply between one person and another, had betrayed me.

Even if you put the circumstances of the school into account, this shocked me even more than I could ever imagine.

“Not just me.”

“Just what… what is this…”

As I saw people walk out amongst the other fallen first years, my face turned sheet white.

There were only six people walking towards me.

But when you considered that there were only 100 first years, that meant seven, including Shir.

A whopping seven percent of the students betrayed us and sided with the teachers!

And four of them were the other first years’ god-class summoners!

Even while my thoughts were in turmoil, they said something to shock me even further.

“Professor Nicerwin said to us. He’ll exempt us from tomorrow’s night study, so side with the teachers tonight.”

H, how could it be…

The only thought that ran through my head when I heard that was.

‘Why, why not me?!”

I was the best fighter among the entirety of the first years! If the deal was exemption from night study I could wipe out half the first years by myself!

So why the hell did he leave me out and make a deal with these posers instead!

-A, Aris? You weren’t this kind of character, right?

-Who cares about character right naaaoo!

Every day, school ends only when the clock is past ten at night.

We call it dormitories, but as a noble, as a woman, after we finish this and that the time is midnight.

It’s already the next day.

And when we wake up, it’s time to go to school.

Other schools start at 10AM, moreover, Marcis actually starts at eleven!

Why, are we the only ones to go to school two-three hours earlier? And it’s not like there’s even class on at that time!

And school on the weekends as well! It’s the weekend, we need to stay til two in the afternoon!

I mean at least they could let us have our Sundays off, right?

Even if the people close to me since childhood all came to Yugrasia with me, this year Yugrasia selected the fewest number of enrollments in history.

Because of that, the people that couldn’t make the cut for this school, or went to another school due to family circumstances are living their school lives in other schools that aren’t this one.

And the times I can meet up with them are very limited.

Weekend afternoons.

And the school life I’m hearing from them is seriously just like a dream, something that we could never imagine here in Yugrasia!

-A, Aris? I get it so you can stop now.

-No, not yet, I still have more to sayy!

What treatment was I getting whenever we met up in the weekends to talk about what we did at school?

Everyone looked at me like I was lying, looked at me with eyes of pity, do you know how embarrassing that was!

Even if I can’t meet up with boys from other schools on weekdays, I want to meet up with friends from other academies and go shopping, go to cafes, and other things like a normal student would in a normal school life!

But, but! Why was I left out and a deal made with those mid-tier god-class summoners with those conditions!

“I… can never forgive you.”

“We had no intention of begging for forgiveness.”

“We already resolved ourselves when we betrayed the other students.”

“I don’t regret it! I… We! We just wanted to spend at least a day like normal students!”

I feel like an unforgivable reason was conveyed quite differently, but there’s no need for me to tell them.

They dare, to leave me out and play normal student by themselves!

Clang!

“Excuse me, Miss Aris. I would feel sad if you ignored me.”

But the sword that suddenly flew towards my back prevented me from achieving what I wanted.

“Professor… Stay out of this!”

“No, but I’m responsible for you, and these kids are on our side, you see.”

I bit my lip but there was no other option.

All I could do was fight my hardest!

And that day, aside from the day that the silver devil descended.

The students recorded their most disastrous defeat in the history of the night study.

***

“Owner, owner! That guy getting ragdolled, innt that the male vice-pres?”

“It is.”

The first day after initiating Plan A.

After I finished the class for fourth years, I noticed students getting stomped on by other students in the hallways.

If it was my past life, this would be the time to call 117, no area code(1), but this situation is somewhat different.

The vice-president of the student council, the man they called the Trickster, Risen was currently rolling on the ground while making a euphoric face.

And the ones who were stomping on him were the other student council members who got backstabbed last night.

“To think he’d be this happy when all he did was come to school two hours later.”

“But he gets ta go home five hours earlier, don’t he? That’s something to be happy about.”

Ahahaha! Even as he happily laughed while getting stomped on, his happiness was on the verge of tipping over into insanity.

And the fellow vice-president Karen in particular whose face was several times more enraged than the others was aiming specifically for his family jewels, yet he’s still laughing?

Risen, was he impotent or something?

Bursting is normal when those are stomped that hard!

“But still ownerr. Doesn’t that mean Plan A is useless now? Finally my time to shine?”

The metal bat looked up at me with a look of expectation.