Chapter Chapter 72: 9. The others’ stories (1) (1/2)

RATH 72

TL: Eevee

9. The others’ stories (1)

#1 Their story: A certain students’ final battle this year

“Thank you very much.”

As a student bowed his head towards her, Professor Harian smiled.

“Fine… we lost…”

“You really were strong, Professors.”

“Fufu… I don’t think I should be hearing that from the students who beat the daylights out of said professor?”

“Thanks for everything up till now.”

“Yes, I feel like I have done a lot up til now. So go on and win so we can end all this.”

“I understand.”

As she smirked and turned her head, beside her was Muam floating like a corpse in water that he’d summoned himself, and beside him was the metal bat yelling “revive, revive!” as she beat him up.

“I didn’t think you would contract a spirit king right at the death.”

“If I couldn’t contract him, we probably would have lost.”

“Well, it’s fine since you made the contract, no?”

As we listened to the “kuweeek!” noises coming from the normally taciturn Professor Muam’s mouth, Professor Harian raised her hand and waved at Nerkia.

“Congratulations on your first escape. And this should be your last as well, right?”

“Yes, we will do everything to ensure that this is the last time we ever have to escape.”

“Yes, yes. Well then, move along now. Even if it’s me, I don’t want show people what’s going to happen to me quite soon.”

As Professor Harian glanced at the silver devil muttering “he a goner?” she turned back and smiled gently to the students.

“I understand.”

As she looked at the backs of the students that had bowed their heads again, she thought.

‘This really is the end, right?’

Neither her body nor her mind could take it any longer.

And besides, she could feel the fear creeping up on her from what the small lifeform warming up her hands in front of her would do to her!

“I, you know… all the students are going already, wouldn’t it be alright to just end it here?”

“Heehee, ya know unni, owner said ‘giving up'(1) should only be used to count cabbages. Not all the students’ve left the academy yet, rite?”

Crack. Crack.

As if the small sounds from those knuckles signalled the end of the world, Professor Harian’s face blanched as she yelled.

“I, I… I’m really at my limits? Look at Muamy over there!”

Where Professor Harian’s fingers were pointing to was Professor Muam, sprawled out with both eyes and his mouth wide open droning “heeeehh~” continually.

The blank page state where the body couldn’t take in any more of all the blessings embedded in Arcadia!

And if someone that knew Professor Muam were to see him in that state, no one would think that he was the same person!

“Nup! Unni can do it!”

“I can’t do it, I can’t! Khaaaaaaaaaaagh!”

As we listened to the desperate screams echoing throughout the first floor of Yugrasia, the students moved onwards wiping something flowing from their eyes.

“You know…”

“No, don’t look back. Don’t let the teachers sacrifices have been in vain.”

“But… it’s too cruel!”

At one female student’s tears, the others fell silent.

A moment of silence. And the tushitushi noises that could be clearly heard through that silence.

As the fear that was engrained into everyone’s bodies began to make them shiver, the student council president Nerkia shouted.

“We have trodden over many corpses to reach where we are! And without a single man left behind, we have managed to reach our Avalon with our own hands!”

As Nerkia shouted, pointing to Avalon (the school’s main gates), everyone’s gazes turned to Avalon.

“How much have we worked, to get to that place? How much have we suffered? With the reward in front of our eyes, what must we do?”

All of the other students closed their mouths.

“That is… to move forward.”

The person that broke the long string of tushitushis and screams was none other than Aris.

Even as Aris bit her lip, she said to Nerkia with a clear, ringing voice.

“No matter how pitiful they are, no matter how much we know their pain, they were our teachers, and our enemies.”

“Yes, if they are our enemies, then there is no need for us to show mercy. Even more so if they are our teachers. Because what we need to do is improve even more upon their sacrifices.”

The majority of people nodded their heads at Nerkia and Aris’s resolute faces, but there were also people that didn’t agree.

“But still, even still…”

“In that case, do you want to fight that devil?”

“Let’s go, to our Avalon!”

But at the student council president’s follow up words, the female student shook her head, made a bright expression and began walking towards the main gates.

“Now, see for yourself! Feel for yourself! And walk down the path to victory! This is the results of what we have worked for, a road we have paved with our own efforts! Through this, starting tomorrow, we will claim victory at the imperial festival!”

“Uwoooooooooohh!”

As the students marched towards the front gates like a well-trained elite force, they shouted as one.

“We, are, victorious!”

“Uwwoooooooohh!”‘

#2 Their story: Ria el Nermia’s story.

The holidays began.

Although there were countless temptations, the unease I felt for Yugrasia made me continue to train even in our family home, and I became as strong as I trained.

Of course I didn’t grow as much as I did in the evil organization, but if you went by normal standards and not the organization’s, the speed of my growth would definitely not be that of a girl my age.

And every time I went out to the academy as a member of the student council, in order to make preparations for the imperial festival, that belief only solidified further.

‘Nothing’s changed…’

As I looked at the student council that were supposedly the elites of this academy, I sighed to myself.

The holidays ran for approximately three months in the majority of the academies in the empire.

That’s three months on paper, when you included the summer and winter holidays that was six months in total.

When you considered that a year was 12 months that meant that nearly half of the year was spent on vacation.

Meaning that out of the four years a student would study here, realistically they would only study for two years in total.

And even out of those two years, if you took out the other miscellaneous time not spent on studying, just how much time was actually spent learning anything?

Was there any meaning to this kind of academy lifestyle?

Could I learn even half of what I learned in my four years at the evil organization, including my three years in the low-class barracks?

No, the one year I spent with the instructor probably taught me more than four years’ worth of learning in this academy.

…Although of course if you asked me if I wanted to go back to those times, I’d refuse.

Anyways, after a whopping three months that were the summer holidays, there was absolutely no change in the supposed greatest talents of the school that were the student council.

Perhaps if any of them had an even greater potential than I did, but they were all far below me.