Chapter Chapter 61: 7. Is your backside safe? (13) (2/2)

Yes, everyone else didn’t get it.

Yes, that was very well possible.

Because it is simply unimaginable.

“Lady Aris, just what do we have a month left of?”

To my very pure classmate, I told them the shocking truth I had just come to terms with.

“We only have a month left of the holidays.”

“…Come again?”

For a moment, there was silence in the surroundings.

Yes, indeed.

We’ve never had a break, but there’s only a month left of the holidays.

Other people are all back home with their families and resting up, or going on adventures with friends.

Or if not, just staying at their dorms to go sightseeing in the capital would be what you’d expect from a normal holiday life.

But we’ve never enjoyed any of that despite the holidays coming to a close.

“Kyaaaaaahhhhk!”

“Nooooooooooo!”

After a long silence, screams and shouts began to burst out from around the classroom.

In an academy where the majority of the students are nobles, normally you’d never see this happen, but only in Yugrasia are these things frequent occurrences.

“It looks like you all get it. It just one month’s time, we have to do the night study again.”

“L, lies?”

“That can’t be! Why is it that even though the holidays have started, I don’t have any memories of the holidays!”

“The only memory I have of the holidays are getting knocked out by the silver devil!”

The commotion that began with my scream didn’t settle down until a teacher came into begin the lesson.

“As I thought this… this is the only way!”

And the conclusion I came to.

To find an answer to this ridiculous holiday life.

“What do we have to do to break through!”

“Hm… and you came to me to ask that question?”

The person that looked at me, taken aback was a teacher of short stature.

Asking Professor Muam, the final boss himself, was my direct approach.

“Yes!”

At my forthright words Professor Muam seemed to think for a bit before he sighed and said with a bitter smile.

“Become a swordsmaster.”

“Is there no other way?”

“Yes.”

My expression probably turned to something similar to Professor Muam’s.

Swordsmaster.

The pinnacle of dreams known as the beginning and end of the sword that every swordsman dreamed of.

If there were people who approached the wall of a swordsmaster at a young age, yet never broke through until they died, there are also people who broke through to become a swordsmaster in their old age.

The realm that was said to be administered solely by the gods of war and magic.

And I had to enter that realm purely to enjoy my holidays.

“…Does that make any sense to you?”

Even the person acclaimed throughout the empire and throughout the continent, the daughter of the Aresta marquisate, Sir Reia whom they called the Sword Princess couldn’t become a swordsmaster at my age.

And you’re telling me to do that?

“No, even if there are many humans overflowing with potential, the only ones that are that monstrous are the heroes.”

Professor Muam’s nodded and his reply was straight and direct.

“Indeed, but on the contrary it would be obvious, would it not Miss Aris?”

“Excuse me?”

“No, even if I look like this I’m the strongest elementalist of the gnomes, the contractor of the Spirit King of Water whose appearances are all recorded in the history books, wouldn’t it be weirder for students to be able to defeat me no matter how talented they are?”

“Th, that’s…”

When he put it like that, he was right.

The opponent was the contractor of the Spirit King of Water, the most famous of the four elemental spirit kings.

And I need to defeat him, and the other teachers in under 30 minutes.

…Professor Nicerwin had given us an impossible mission to begin with!

“At the very least you must be a swordsmaster to break the barrier of a Spirit King, and if you were to take advantage of the gap that formed then you might find a way to escape, but that would be impossible as long as you lacked a swordsmaster, no?”

“It would.”

After I heard the answer I stood blankly outside Professor Muam’s office for a long time, until the bell went off for the next class when I hurriedly rushed back to the classroom.

And the next break period.

“Isn’t it impossible?”

I couldn’t focus on studying, and after brooding on it I ended up coming to Professor Nicerwin to complain.

But.

“Don’t you just have to become a swordsmaster?”

The opponent was Professor Nicerwin!

To me who was complaining about the impossible difficulty where it was impossible to defeat unless you were a swordsmaster, he replied with an answer implying that it was our fault we didn’t have a swordsmaster.

“No, do you seriously believe it’s possible to become a swordsmaster?!”

“I don’t think it’s impossible.”

Words just aren’t getting through to him.

No seriously, he’s saying as if it was the most obvious thing.

“That’s impossible!”

“It’s not like I’m asking you to become a Grand Swordsmaster of legend or anything, what’s so impossible about that? Moreover, Miss Aris, you’re on the precipice of that very threshold.”

This man, although he knows nearly everything about summons, it seems he knows almost nothing about swordsmanship.

“Many, many swordsmen dedicate their entire lives to step over that threshold.”

“Life is always an uncertain thing. You always miss what’s right in front of you, after all.”

“In that case, do you know how to become a swordsmaster, Professor?”

At his statement that belittled the entirety of swordsmen, I said in a mild outburst of anger as a swordsman and not a student, but the Professor’s answer was completely unexpected.

“I know the theory.”

“Huh?”

Now just what the hell did this human just say.

“Hm… could you please call over Professor Muam for a minute.”

At his all-too deadpan words.

I didn’t believe for an instant that he was telling the truth, but my body was already moving to call over Professor Muam.

“What is it Professor Nicerwin? Miss Aris said that you were looking for me.”

“I have something to tell Miss Aris, and I need your help for that.”

“Hm? Really?”

At Professor Nicerwin’s words, Professor Muam nodded before doing what Professor Nicerwin instructed him to do.

“Is this alright?”

And what Professor Muam created shortly afterwards was pure white snow.

As fresh snow you could only see in winter piled on top of Professor Nicerwin’s desk, Professor Nicerwin rolled some up into a snowball and showed it to me, saying.

“Now, do you see this?”

“Yes.”

The moment I nodded, he smiled and said.

As he threw the snowball in my face.

Smack!

“Then, did it hurt?”

…Teacher or no, is he looking for a fucking fight?