Chapter Chapter 69: 8. If you do it, it works. (8) (1/2)
RATH 69
TL: Eevee
8. If you do it, it works. (8)
#10 A certain student council president’s story.
The teachers became stronger.
“Die!”
The ones who said that used to mostly be students.
But now the teachers were saying that as well.
Moreover.
“P, professor?”
“Sorry, but die!”
A student that was dragging a teacher to the deadzone screamed as she fell.
Even if they lost, the teachers normally displayed a clean fight.
But after that day…
Even their fighting methods became troublesome… no, it would be best to say that they started fighting dirty.
But it couldn’t be helped.
The students, who had already experienced it, simply could not criticize the teachers.
Because…
“Itz a-okay! If ya lose I’ll heal ya! So fight as much as ya want!”
The being that excitedly waved her hand at us as she watched us fight was none other than the silver devil.
And said devil was threatening the teachers with her fearsome fists high in the air.
The devil’s method of healing was, as you’d expect from a devil, to beat up the opposition.
It shows an incredible healing power, but in contrast, it grants the healed an incredible pain.
To the point where that dying would be easier!
“Even so, we can’t give up!”
The other students yelled as they charged in, but the teachers evaded and dodged as they fought to minimise the damage to their own bodies.
“Isn’t that too unfair?”
“Our own lives are on the line as well.”
The teachers engaged in hit and run tactics that whittled down the student forces while minimising their own damage.
This fighting style where they avoided large teamfights altogether was the complete opposite of how the teachers of Yugrasia had fought until now.
Because of that, we were still stuck on the eighth floor when we’d normally be on the second floor right now.
“How are the other floors doing?”
“Same as we are, pres.”
“What about just brute forcing our way through?”
“Would it work? The enemy already has their backs to the water, no, their backs to the devil.”
“We were like that during the holidays.”
“Actually, in some respects it’s worse for them. We’re done once we fall, but they get hit every time they fall.”
“Why is that the devil knows how to heal.”
“Of course it’s to heal them and hit them again.”
“That’s the devil of devils for you, no, the evil god’s apostle!”
Unlike the grumbling students, the teachers were stone-faced.
As if the situations of the teachers and students before the holidays had been reversed.
The teachers’ expressions were that serious, no, rigid.
“Those eyes look like they’re prepared to face death.”
“Is it just me feeling a real sense of kinship with them?”
“No, because we also have those exact same eyes.”
“Professor Nicerwin isn’t human. Just how could he do this to his fellow teachers…”
Just what the hell was victory at the imperial festival even worth.
The students that were participating it aside, he even pushed the teachers who weren’t going to be in it straight into hell.
“But, our objective is fighting against the teachers anyway.”
Lately it felt like it would be possible to break through the academy, no, even our results were showing that if we managed to beat Professor Muam then we were guaranteed victory.
But the more we did so the more anxious we got.
Because it didn’t seem like Professor Nicerwin would let us off before the imperial festival no matter what!
Just what trick would he play to destroy our teamwork, or put fear into us.
Or that he would start some absolutely ridiculous tribulation.
But thankfully he put pressure on us by putting the teachers into hell.
We felt sorry for the teachers, but considering how they had pretended to ignore our plight so far we got a bit of schadenfreude out of it!
“We just have to be thankful that it was the teachers and not us he pushed.”
“True, if he set the silver devil on us like that…”
“I honestly think I would have killed myself.”
“Is it possible for us to kill ourselves?”
“Dunno. But the important thing is that, we can fight the teachers going at their full power, no, when they are surpassing their own limits.”
Our current location was the middle of the eighth floor.
Our clear speed had almost dropped to what it was at the beginning of the year, but we equally had as much to learn.
“Normally we’d be at the second floor by now… but this is our turn to make a difference.”
“Will it be okay?”
“If we can’t get through here we can’t get down to the second floor anyway. And if we beat this as well, who knows what Professor Nicerwin might come up with.”
“True.”
Let alone the students, our enemy even drives the teachers into hell.
He was the monster who turned the academy named Yugrasia into hell.
Perhaps it might have been different if it had been a monster we could fight, but Professor Nicerwin managed to turn our parents, and even Lady Aris’s farther, Marquis Letia, over to his side.
And so avoiding him was for the best for the sake of our physical and mental well-being.
“When the devil’s attention is on the teachers, we have to do our best to raise our skills even more.”
Our objective is victory at the imperial festival.
If we can win there, we can finally be free of this hell.
“Do our best, and finish everything! In order to do that, we will do anything and everything!”
With those words, the student council began to fight against the teachers, and soon afterwards.
“Kuaaagh!”
“Nerkiiaaaaa!”
The teacher’s screams.
“Heeheehiit! That’s a good pres! Fight harder! Ah! There’s another injury over there!”
And the devil’s bright laughter filled the halls of Yugrasia.
#11 Their story: A certain teacher’s story.
“Lil’ Muam, the student’s haven’t really been coming our way lately?”
As I tilted my head and looked down at Muamy, he sighed and said.
“You seem excited.”
I seem excited?
“Ooooof course I am!”
This is great! Really really great!
At the beginning of the semester I honestly thought about quitting this job even if it meant getting killed by Her Highness.
Seriously, I dragged Professor Nicerwin into the night study just one time, and because of that I suffered mass isolation, and a group assault as well.
And the most important thing was that it was all legal!
This academy was so insane, exchanging attacks during night study was seen as a form of conversation.
I’ll admit that I put in a lot of effort as well, but seriously, a group attack is way too much!
But perhaps the other teachers powered up, the students aren’t coming down to the first floor where Muamy and I are.