Chapter Chapter 100: . (1/2)
RATH 100
TL: Eevee
Oh hey, chapter 100.
11. Not a myth, but a legend (13)
#16 Their story: Karen rel Regrena’s story.
“Karen, we’ve got contact from Unit Five. They’ve successfully secured their target, Mercaria.”
“Vice-president, report from Unit Twelve! They’ve successfully taken down one of Mercaria’s castles!”
“Very good, keep going like this!”
As I listened to the reports coming in, I issued the next batch of commands.
Normally this would be the student council president Nerkia’s job, but that idiot flipped out on how he’d clear up the misunderstanding with his lover and went over to Arucia.
Because of that, tens of our students and a castle was taken down.
Was this the price for my own fit of anger yesterday… I thought with a bitter smile.
“Senior, report from Unit Zero. They say they couldn’t dispose of the pres, but they would continue to move as an elite unit to tie up Arucia and Marcis’s key forces. And it has also been confirmed that Marcis and Arucia have formed an alliance as we had expected them to.”
“Really now? Tell them I got it.”
The pres is dangerous.
We, his schoolmates knew that better about the danger he posed than anyone else.
Especially in team events like these, were moments were Pres was stronger than anyone.
If Lady Aris, as a swordsmaster and god-class summoner, was someone who could change the tides of battle, then Pres was someone who could dominate the battlefield itself.
That was why I had left Risen alone to rampage to his heart’s content.
Risen had neither the power to cause a reversal in battle, nor did he have the power to dominate the battlefield.,
But he had a disgusting personality that let him backstab an ally without even a moment’s hesitation, and in terms of completely f***ing a person over, there was no one that could even come close to Risen.
Therefore, as Risen’s target, the pres was f***ed.
Risen would care not for whatever means or methods he used to dispose of the pres.
If it were any other academy’s student, then I wouldn’t leave him alone to do what he wanted.
Because if something went wrong, that could actually lead to us getting disqualified for cheating!
But if it’s the pres, one of our students, then underhand tactics are allowed to an extent.
Because there were no provisions on fighting between allies in the rulebook for the imperial festival.
Of course, the mere prospect of having to fight your allies is something that no one except Professor Nicerwin could come up with.
“Once Mercaria is wrapped up, send five units that went to Mercaria and have them take a crack at Marcis. According to Risen’s reports, a number of their heavy hitters have headed over to Arucia.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Which meant that my role was to ensure we claimed victory in the imperial festival so we could finally say goodbye to that damned night study.
Beginning with the weakest, Mercaria, as long as we kept on making territory gains, victory was ours.
In a fight where both sides were missing their powerhouses, the students of Yugrasia would never lose to the other schools.
Because we didn’t spend our year so leisurely, oh no.
“Let’s do our best. This disgusting night study, we should end it, right?”
“”””””””””””””Yes!””””””””””””””
Everyone around me nodded and replied in turn.
Yes, this was finally the end.
Once this imperial festival was over, we were free!
Arucia, Marcis, Mercaria, all of them were sacrifices for our freedom!
The only thing that could stop us, who were strengthened by the silver devil!
“Vice-pres, Pres’s showed himself at Mercaria!”
“Damn it, retreat! Retreat!”
Was our student council president, who had been strengthened by the same silver devil we had.
#17 Their story: A certain student council president’s story
“Wha, why?”
A Mercaria student blinked at me with shocked eyes, after I’d just taken down a Yugrasia student.
“I’m on Arucia’s side now.”
“Huh? Huhh? Huuhhhh?”
Judging by how his face’s saying he didn’t understand, it seemed that the stories of how Mercaria students would be the future talents that would support the empire were all lies.
They couldn’t understand a simple betrayal even though it was explained this simply.
If it had been a Yugrasia student, the moment I attacked them from behind they would have judged me a traitor and retaliated accordingly as a matter of fact.
-Contractor, don’t you think that believing that line of thought to be natural is the stranger one?
The Spirit King of Lightning hadn’t said much even after I contracted him, but this time he cut in unexpectedly.
-There is no reason one would think something natural to be strange, O King.
-Forget it…
It seemed that he had a lot he wanted to say.
That was rare, for a Spirit King.
Was it because he was a Spirit King?
“Kughh… you trai… kugh!”
“What, had you not gone back yet?”
I’d stopped attacking because the enemy had been glowing faintly, but it seemed that it was a feint.
It seemed that he’d been using light magic to pretend he was being sent to the healers.
“Kugh.. Kuk! Wa, wait! I’m gonna die. I’m going to die?!”
“Oi, yelling you feel like you’re dying from just this as a Yugrasia student. Do you need more training?”
With the power of the Spirit King, I unleashed multiple bolts of lightning magic.
I could faintly smell burnt flesh along with a crackling noise, but a Yugrasia student could take it.
“Gwuuuuugh”
And around a minute later, this time with a proper flash of light that signified he had been forcibly removed from the battlefield, Nerkia watched to make sure he had actually retired, before he turned to the Mercaria students.
“Hiik!”
“D, don’t come closer!”
“Uaahhh… Hnnnnnn….”
Two boys and three girls.
As they all pulled each other in closely and shivered, I looked at them with a tilted head.
‘Are they couples?’
Judging by how you couldn’t even fit your finger between their bodies, so close together they were as they faced me, it seemed that they needed to be aware there was a time and place to be affectionate with each other.
Because if had been Risen and not me, he might actually try to kill them!
“Then… where’s the Mercaria student council pres?”
“D, do you think I’ll tell you where the pres is hid… ing?”
Perhaps misunderstanding something, one of the boys said so while shivering, but his last words were so quiet I couldn’t hear them.
“No, I’m not your enemy, I’m telling you?”
“Hiik!”
“Oi, oi, just tell him! Just tell him!”
“Or else he’ll torture us by electrocution!”
“S, surely he wouldn’t do that at the imperial festival… right?”
As I took a step closer to them, one of the girls flinched and backpedalled from where she sat.
I couldn’t make out what they were whispering between them but if I got a little closer…
“Um…”
“Yes! Th, the pres is… where, where’s the map?!”