Chapter Chapter 101: 11. Not a myth, but a legend (14) (1/2)

RATH 101

TL: Eevee

11. Not a myth, but a legend (14)

#18 Their story: A certain villain’s story I

“Start from here for now…”

Because of the empire’s pursuit of us, the majority of the anti-empire army’s personnel were captured, but we were not completely annihilated.

And the place where we gathered was none other than Arucia’s main base.

We obtained extremely significant intel that three of the four academies had formed an alliance with each other, and were all gathering in Arucia’s main base. It was here we decided to burn out the final moments of our lives.

And my role was to forge these castle doors into a magical tool!

I would bring these doors which opened with magic under my control, and once we captured this castle, it would prevent the students from escaping.

Of course, the students holed up in here were Arucia students who could use sword ki, and Marcis students that were all capable of using highly destructive magic!

Those kinds of students could smash open a simple castle wall, which was hastily made for the imperial festival, whenever they felt like it.

So nearby me were other ‘students’ in Marcis uniforms that were strengthening the defences on the doors.

“We’re done on this side.”

“Mine, too.”

As the other members of the organization nodded, we began to wait for the moment we would strike.

“You have total authority over the castle walls, right?”

“Yes, and the strengthening on the walls are also perfect?”

“They are, I strengthened them so well, even a swordsmaster would take a few swings to break down these doors.”

As he said so confidently, I nodded with him.

If anything else, this man was famous within the organisation for his skills in strengthening and barrier magic.

His enchantments weren’t so weak as to break from attacks from mere students!

“Then, all we have to do is wait for Boss to appear… huh?”

I noticed something from far away flying towards our location.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a stick. Is it being blown here on the wind?”

“Isn’t it a moving a bit too fast for that?”

“It’s just a stick.”

“True.”

The stick flew towards us at a fast pace.

We simply watched it come.

We didn’t have anything else to do until Boss made his declaration anyway.

And so the stick flew towards the castle doors in a straight line, hit them and br…

Booooooooooooommmmm!

“Hm?”

“Eh?”

It hit with a boom instead of a snap…. And it vaporised the castle doors.

“Hey, was that stick enchanted with illusion magic or something?”

“Probably? The doors didn’t even break, but were completely annihilated. That has to be illusion magic, right?”

As we blankly stared at the doors that were our task, shortly afterwards a bloodthirsty scream echoed through the castle.

“Hand over Nerkiiiaaaaaa!”

Slightly more than ten students in Yugrasia uniform came running in.

And through the doors under an illusion spell… or what we thought had been an illusion spell, they came running straight through and charged.

“”What the heck is this!””

The anti-empire army’s counterattack, was screwed before it had even begun.

#19 Their story: A certain villain’s story II

“Hurry up and change! Don’t forget to pin the insignia as well! You might be attacked because they think you are students!”

The surviving members began to gather one by one.

My job here was to gather Arucia, or Marcis uniforms for them so they could infiltrate into Arucia’s main base.

Our efforts in infiltrating and constructing a base before the festival even began were finally beginning to pay off.

“We don’t have enough Arucia uniforms!”

“Damn it, put on Marcis uniforms for now then! There aren’t many Marcis students here yet so don’t send them out quite just yet! Ah, and tell the ones that are ready already that if anyone asks, they’re first years!”

Everyone else rushed to change at my angry commands, and received their individual orders.

Even the empire wouldn’t have been able to notice this.

That there would be an anti-imperial army base right underneath the stadium of the imperial festival!

“This is the final charge of the organisation! We must create hope for the world that the empire can fall!”

After the Great War, no one believed that the empire had a match in the world.

The empire had become the undeniable superpower of the world.

It was the only nation that had suffered no significant losses even among the victorious nations.

But as powerful a nation as it was, it also had many nations that were antagonistic towards it.

It was simply that the empire was so powerful they couldn’t say anything.

And what if, in that situation, we created an incident that rocked the world?

If the students that were said to be the future of the empire were held hostage in the festival celebrating the very day the empire was born?

The impenetrable fortress that was said to be untouched was shaken, then the other countries that had been suppressed or were holding themselves would be able to move.

And if they moved, the other nations surrounding them would move to secure their own profits.

If they simply caused a disturbance from the outside, then we would also have opportunities to move from within.

Causing the downfall of the empire… was no longer an impossible dream!

“Move faster, faster!”

As time went on and more and more people gathered, I felt something burn up in a corner of my heart.

We, who had been moving like timid mice in fear of the empire, were finally make a move in the open!

It was then.

‘What’s this?’

It felt like something had just passed through me.

And this odd feeling of irritation that started to well from within… what was it?

“What are you doing? Can’t you move any faster?”

In front of my eyes there was someone who was standing blankly holding a uniform.

It seemed like this feeling was because he was just standing there doing nothing.

So I commanded him to hurry up and change…

“No. Who are you to order me to get changed?”

“Haah?”

I stared at the man who threw down his uniform and stomped towards me.

Did this little shit just commit insubordination?

“Do you want to die?”

“Want to die? Coming from you?”

Words weren’t enough to deal with this little shit.

I drew my sword and pointed it at him.

He too, drew his own blade and aimed it at me.

“Says the one digging the ground like a mole!”

“Says the one who ranks lower than me!”

Clang!

Sword met sword.

Not just us, but commotions and fights began to break out in other parts of the organisation.

I felt that something was wrong, but disciplining this impudent brat was far more important right now.

“Die!”