How to Survive at the Academy - How to Survive at the Academy chapter 181

Ed Subjugation (4)

– ‘Do not meddle.’

These were the words Elvira’s older sister said as she rolled up Elvira’s cheek.

It is the most vividly engraved of the memories left by Elvira, the evil spirit of the Eniston family.

By the time they reached their maturity, they had already opened their eyes to reagent combinations and improvement of tech equipment.

Her childhood, when she was a troublemaker who locked herself in the laboratory of the Enniston mansion and exploded three or four times a day… is not a distant past for her.

The Enniston family is not wealthy, but like a famous alchemist, her sisters were also well versed in all kinds of alchemy.

However, compared to Elvira, who had already created her own system and was completely fascinated by the world, most of them were on the axis of ordinary talent.

It was the reason why I couldn’t stand still when I saw an ineffective reagent combination formula, a formula for improving tech supplies, or a recipe with useless materials.

There was no one in her family with more talent and passion than her, so everything was not caught in her eyes.

From time to time, while looking at the research results of the sisters, they grumbled and pointed out the incomplete parts.

Beyond her research achievements, her attitude toward life as an alchemist, her values, and her passion for research… Watching her flirt and divulge her philosophy, the people around her could not stand the rising feeling of inferiority.

God gave her a natural talent and passion, but he did not give her the right behavior and attitude.

In fact, it was too harsh to expect such an adult treatment from a young girl.

Eventually, the late and late feelings of inferiority exploded when her older sister, Dela Enniston, failed her Sylvania entrance exam.

Seeing Elvira tilting her head as she disassembled the magical engineering supplies she had taken with her for an entrance exam assignment, Dela, who had been suppressed by Elvira’s talent, could not bear the emotions that were rising and slapped her on the cheek.

There’s nothing wrong with Elvira.

However, it is also true that he did not consider the heartbroken Diella.

– ‘You always look like you are the main character of everything in the world, don’t you?’

Diella Aniston smashed all the reagent bottles on the test bench, ripped the research scroll, and sharpened her teeth.

– ‘I hope you… you don’t have to try to understand ordinary people like us.’

– ‘sister…’

– ‘Yes, unleash your abilities to your heart’s content. Like a human born with mediocre talents… I’m going to live my life mediocre.’

After that, Diella gave up alchemy completely and went to the emperor Chloeron to study accounting and management.

His face to the Eniston family became extremely rare, and it became difficult to see him even once a year.

Now, for her, alchemy is nothing more than a trigger that makes her chew the cud back on her memories of failure.

That’s why he didn’t want to return to his hometown full of all kinds of alchemy devices.

Although it was her childhood, Elvira knew for sure.

he is not at fault

The reason Diella screams and gets angry at Elvira and gives up on her own path… is completely due to her own inferiority complex.

Elvira’s meddling was always in the right direction. The efficiency of the magic flow, the cost-effectiveness of the combination materials, the efficiency of the reagents, etc… It was always the right answer to do what Elvira said.

In other words, there is no way to change the attitude of one’s life because of those sad eyes of Dela.

Rather the opposite. just push harder.

Before long, Elvira entered Sylvania and became the head of the pension department…

He grunted at people who couldn’t do his part, and even got the dishonor of being a meddler in the process of meddling countless times, but Elvira didn’t stop.

It was her way to prove that my path was right, even if it was stubborn.

The thought that suddenly came to me was whether Clavius would agree with that opinion.

* Ominous magic rose from the flowing blood.

Clevius, who hung his upper body down and took a quick breath, looked up at Taylor with a creepy look.

Even Taylor doesn’t want to back down. If the other person does not try to solve the problem through dialogue, he will only pick up his sword.

“for a moment! stop! It’s not like the two of you…!”

Elvira quickly touched the floor and raised her upper body, screaming, but the energy of blood swordsmanship was already wafting through Clevius’ body.

There is no middle ground in Clevius Nortondale’s blood sword technique.

The blood sword technique, once started, eats away at Clevius’ mind little by little.

The madness that engulfs the mind only increases with the passing of time.

There is no opponent who has not shed blood in front of him. Even that Lucy Meryl had to tolerate even a small scratch… It was a swordsmanship that was close to madness itself.

“Shut your mouth and stay there.”

The power of Clevius is completely different from her usual appearance.

After subduing Elvira with a single word, he slammed the floor and rushed to Taylor.

The sword went beyond the level of speed. just not visible

Taylor almost sensibly blocked Clevius’s first sword attack. He had blocked the invisible sword with only a sense of battle.

It was neither seen nor prevented, nor predicted. He had to have a sense of almost foresight.

Even after blocking Clevius’ sword attack, Taylor clenched her teeth in embarrassment.

The two eyes of Clevius facing the sword right in front of them. That glare is revealed in front of your nose.

Not a human, but a beast.

There was still a little reason left, but little by little he was taking off his mask and becoming a ghost.

“Clevius…! You don’t even know what’s going on…”

“I don’t know what’s going on…”

The blades facing each other were trembling and trembling. The struggle between each other was a whistle, but the speed itself was completely above Clevius.

As it was, Clevius bent over and shoved a round kick into Taylor’s stomach.

It was such a big move, but at such a speed that Taylor couldn’t even catch.

“Cuckoo!”

As it was, Taylor was hung from the iron bars that served as the outer wall of the Elte Chamber.

Breathing stopped momentarily, and a great shock came up on my back… but there was no time to struggle with the pain.

When I looked up, Clevius, who had already leaped forward, reached right in front of my nose.

It was just before the black swung. I can’t see the series of flow itself that bends and hits the waist.

It’s just like lightning strikes. When I woke up, it felt like an attack had already begun.

Taily avoided a direct hit with his possessed reflexes, but he had no choice but to bleed from the shoulder blade rubbed against the sword.

Frowning and clenching her shoulders tightly, Taylor repositioned herself.

Instead of being attacked by Clevius instead of Taylor, the iron spear shattered with a roaring noise.

“…I know what you were trying to do.”

For Clevius, it was definitely felt.

For a moment, Taylor tried to cut off Elvira.

Of course, there was no sense of murder. However, inflicting fatal wounds was also an immortal blow.

Then there is no more extenuating circumstances at that point.

Clevius stabbed the shoulder opposite him with the dagger he took out from his waist.

A new hemorrhage occurred from Clevius’ shoulder with a click sound. As more blood flows, more and more magical powers begin to dwell in his body.

Clevius, who twisted his body grotesquely and then drooped again… twitched and trembled once.

──If you are going to face the Nortondale family sword demon, be sure to win with one blow.

This is what Mike, a senior professor of the combat department, said before the combat practice.

As long as you live, you keep getting stronger, and as long as you die, you keep getting stronger.

The ghost, who is attracted to blood and gradually builds up more magical power… The more it converges to death, the more it becomes a maddening monster.

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Metallurgy If you are trying to win while slashing your enemies, you are the one who will be decapitated.

So, before the monster craves more blood, quench your thirst and end it before it turns into a total ghost.

Clevius Nortondale’s blood sword technique is a madman’s technique that gets stronger as the smell of death approaches.

On the verge of death, the speed at which one loses his life with just a single sword strike… Even a rare genius wizard or a veteran swordsman who has gone through everything before his eyes can’t keep up with his eyes.

“Wow, whoops…”

After leaning against the iron bars and barely getting up, Taylor sees the scene in front of him.

The marble yard of Elte Sanghao where the moonlight shines.

A blood-eating ghost is standing.

The option of fast-tracking has long since disappeared. Coveted enough to crave blood, the swordsman glanced at Taylor with creepy eyes…

After that, he was already running into Taylor’s arms and thrusting a knife into his shoulder.

It happened in that moment when I closed my eyes for a moment and then woke up.

*“We have to stick with Princess Fenia.”

It was the first time I had personally entered Lortel’s villa.

It’s not at the level of being extravagant compared to my cabin, but it’s still quite spacious, and the furniture that fills the interior is much more luxurious.

It is well protected against the cold, and it is in a fairly comfortable state as there are also magic equipment that circulates the air inside.

Even if this is enough, I feel like I am living in a regular family house rather than a camp life. To be sure, there is nothing inconvenient about where you live if you have money.

“This case is about the power struggle of the imperial family. With the Roth Taylor family, things could get even bigger.”

After entering the villa, I first lighted a bonfire and secured a light source by injecting a small amount of magical energy into the magic equipment scattered around the room.

When the light comes on, it feels more cozy than I thought.

Lortel and I sat side by side on the antique wooden chairs in the middle of the villa.

He was physically exhausted because he was still caught, and Lortel was exhausted from running a marathon in the middle of the night.

I drank a little water, said thank you, and gulped it down, then put down my robe hat and held my breath with my arms raised on the table.

“Are you Princess Penia?”

“okay. Fortunately, he is someone who can stand on our side in this conflict.”

“I do not know. This isn’t about the Roth Taylor family, it’s about the Elte company…?”

“The Roth Taylor family are closely related, too.”

“still…”

The prediction of what Lortel wants to say is the same.

“Princess Fenia will not be pleased with me.”

“How the hell did you set up a confrontational angle?”

“Princess Fenia thinks that I will stick with Princess Selaha.”

As I stared at him with a puzzled look, Lortel immediately added an ambiguous explanation.

“When Ed-senpai went unconscious at the Ros Taylor mansion, he did some tricks to get his recruits out to the Elte company.”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to entrust you to someone else.”

I didn’t get an answer right away as I spoke without adding or subtracting.

“That sounds like…”

“You didn’t have to hide it. Me and Princess Fenia… are like water and oil.”

It was the same in the scenario of ＜ Failed Swordsman of Sylvania >, but even if you think beyond that, Fenia and Lortel are people who see only opposites as if they were painting a picture.

“I don’t like Princess Penia that much either. I don’t want to bow my head to that person. I would rather have tried to come up with another way…”

“Still… If the situation has come this far, it’s not the time to cover cold or hot rice. You have to think about your situation.”

In the end, I’m the only one who can convince Lortel.

I pushed the chair and stood up straight, staring intently at Lortel.

“If I have more time, I may be able to find another way out, but now the back boat behind the Dunes and Slogs is Princess Persica. The only person who can stand up to it with authority is Princess Fenia.”

In ＜Sylvania’s Failed Swordsman>, they are two people who could never get close even if they were really beaten to death.

In the end, there wasn’t even a single point that could tie the two together as one power.

“Even if you look at my face, hold hands with Princess Fenia for now.”

“…even by looking at your face…?”

Lortel dried all the sweat on her face and slowly looked into my eyes.

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My serious face is reflected in the bright Lortel’s two eyes.

Princess Fenia is a human being like Lortel Keheln’s wrath.

Watching the relationship between the two makes you believe in the theory of fate, which was not there. Beyond the point of view, the human grain itself does not match at all.

Your background, your values, the way you lead the group, the way you achieve what you want, and the way you carry out your will.

If you’re trying to tie two people who are all opposites together… In the end, there’s no other way than to appeal to your emotions.

“That’s why they said that if you like first, you lose.”

Lortel rubbed his face and puckered his lips.

“If it is a contractual relationship based on necessity, it is an unavoidable law. It is unusual in the world of Sangdo to hold hands with hostile forces for a while.”

“okay. Thank you for thinking positively. Anyway, what we have to do now is catch the dunes.”

Dune Grex, wearing a turquoise beret and merchant attire, always had a frivolous smile.

To be honest, I was well aware that even that frivolous appearance was acting, but I didn’t think it would be this meticulous.

“If it’s not anyone else and it’s enough to hit you in the back, it’s not a plan I’ve prepared for a day or two.”

“But… All the logistics flows in the Elte Sangha building were reported and received. We revisited each day at the beginning and at the end of each day.”

Lortel’s handling of the work is quite certain.

If he had done it in a one-dimensional way, he must have been exposed to Lortel’s eyes.

However, no matter how busy and frantic I was, the fact that I had to go out of Lortel’s field of vision and tinker with…

“Once you have flexible logistics and funds within the company, you can’t take your eyes off me. I can be sure of this.”

“Then… outside the store…?”

“If you say it is outside the store, it is inside Aken Island. 80% of the flow of funds inside Aken Island is in the living quarters. It’s the same because my life is also my domain…”

Talking only there, Lortel did not finish his words.

His eyes trembled as if he had suddenly remembered something.

“Aside from the inside of the living quarters and the Haksa-dong, there are places where the funds from the business have reached.”

“…where?”

“Here you go.”

It was so small that I didn’t even notice it.

That’s right, it’s about building a small villa for one person to live in. This is an embarrassing level of work compared to the many businesses that have been held in Elte.

In fact, since it was close to Lortel’s private business, one of the staff in charge of the field did it all.

I remember. An employee of the company who came to the camp to build Lortel’s villa, surveyed the site, arranged materials, and made the design drawings… That is Dune Grex. I also left a bottle of spirits as a gift.

“Anyway, it’s still a business, wouldn’t you have been informed of all the funds and current status of the construction here?”

“Right. There were no other problems with the construction itself… However, while I was away for Old Deck on vacation… Dune Grex must have managed the construction site for this villa, right?”

Lortel pushed the chair and stood up.

Closing the hem of his robe, he headed towards the small door next to the bed. When you open the antique wooden door, there is a staircase leading to the basement.

“…here is?”

“It’s an underground space that was made to be used as a wine cellar.”

Saying that, Lortel quickly went down the stairs.

As I followed behind me, Lortel whined and tried to open the basement door. Lortel doesn’t have the key yet.

“I was thinking of asking Bell to bring the wine and put it in the cellar. Ugh, uh…! However, as school started approaching and the construction of the villa was finished, Dune did not give me the key to the cellar.”

“About now, I guess I know. Stay away.”

He grabbed Lortel’s arm and dragged it gently to the side. After securing space like that, I slammed the door with my shoulder.

The sturdy basement door did not move. Eventually, when I turned my gaze to Lortel, Lortel drew out her magic and smashed the entire basement door.

– Aww!

The underground space that was said to have been secured under the name of a wine cellar is revealed in the dust.

“…”

“…”

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Me and Lortel had to stand idly like that for a while.

What filled the wine cellar was… a mountain of gold coins.

not a dime It is a huge amount of gold coins.

Not only that, valuables managed inside the Elte Chamber of Commerce, expensive tech supplies, and, crucially, a lot of high-end distilled spirits were piled up here and there.

Dune Grex said that he had a habit of manipulating the company’s books and embezzling metallurgy whenever he had spare time.

If you work with shrewd merchants, you can easily meet a few such docile humans. If you are sure of your work, you can turn a blind eye to stealing a few pennies out of self-interest.

However, even that was acting.

The appearance of Dune wearing a beret and organizing documents in the working-level committee overlaps. Its sharp eyes are like those of an eagle greedy for its prey.

Even a third-rate embezzler who gets his hands on public money, driven by self-interest and greed, is just a character he built up.

Collecting rare foreign liquors and even pretending to be a prankster had all been one of Yoo Insu.

If Lortel Keheln was remembered as a ‘competent but a third-rate swindler who seeks to gain self-interest with his back hand’, he tried to be recognized as one of the good employees to use and throw away.

So… if you were trying to make me fall into the illusion that I had complete control over my opponent.

They all talk in the subjunctive, but the evidence was spread out before my eyes.

Even that calm Lortel lost her words for a moment, and had no choice but to remain still with her pupils dilated.

──The funds and goods that Dune has embezzled for a long time… are all located in this basement.

Dune… I didn’t spend even a single penny, and I put them all together.

why?

All to blame for Lortel’s embezzlement.

Because embezzling a large amount of money at once would be too embarrassing, and Lortel’s restraint would come in immediately.

Leaving evidence of metallurgy and embezzlement for a long time… Waiting and waiting for the time of a rebound to come someday.

Lortel Keheln ordered the construction of the villa only because he wanted to be part of this simple camp life.

Dune Grex seized the opportunity and made the villa look like a secret vault where Lortel’s stolen funds were kept. Perhaps the book-side work has already been completed.

There will be no other justification like this to be taken down from the deputy director of Hoeju.

How many years have you been sharpening your sword in the dark?

Even though countless opportunities have passed, how long have you been secretly trying to get a more certain chance?

The opponent is the colossus Lortel Keheln.

If you don’t do this, you can’t hit the back. Dunn was well aware of that fact.

A tower of gold coins piled up under Lortel’s villa.

If the imperial army attacked like this, judging by the circumstances, it wouldn’t be strange if the recruits were arrested right away… It was such solid evidence.

*The building of the Sylvania branch of the Elte Chamber of Commerce at night.

In the garden, the swordsman Taylor and the swordsman Clevius are fighting each other. The noise from the battle resounded all the way to the building above, but few people really listened to it.

– Kang! Kaang!

Ziggs Eiffelstein sitting on a wooden chair at the entrance to the second floor and sharpening his sword.

He looks relaxed, but his expression is serious.

There were various weapons all around. From the rapier he was carrying, to the large long sword, the tiny dual-wield dagger, the bow, the gauntlet, the mace, and the spear…

The appearance of Ziggs polishing their weapons one by one is like a wild beast standing alone in the wild with its teeth.

– Kaang! grasp!

Yenica Palerover is sitting alone in the grand waiting room on the 3rd floor, drinking tea.

The atmosphere is not serious.

The spirits around her crouch and stare at her. The face doesn’t look right.

In front of the huge window in the VIP waiting room, he was just sitting with his back to the front and looking up at the moon.

A sense of fear of unknown origin emanates from her back, buried in the shadows.

– Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!

At the end of the hallway on the fourth floor, Tracyana Bloomriver wearing a robe with a wand in her hand.

A battle wizard who wields high-level magic and has extensive experience in dueling against melee warriors.

He is the head of the Ministry of Magic in the highest grade, the 4th grade, and even in close combat, where a warrior can gain an edge over a wizard… he is already an opponent.

And after coming out of the roof, the traces of Ed Roth Taylor’s escape remain along the chase path that leads to the back door of the store. You have to run along it for a long time in the direction of the North Woods… and finally you can catch Ed Roth Taylor.

To reach Ed Roth-Taylor, each and every one of them has to break through every floor with an unbelievable level of force.

Trials are like a great wall.

A wall that cannot even be jumped over can be called an ordeal.

Taylor’s life has always been a series of trials and tribulations. So, from the ordeal of whether this is possible… He endured the pain and survived with a bite.

Taylor McLaugher screams in pain and falls out.

After being pushed back by Clevius’s sword and rolling down the floor… I barely calm myself down and look up at the Beast of the Night again.

The blood-crazed sword spirit glows under the soft moonlight.

Taylor closes her eyes.

A life lived with the belief that there is no ordeal that cannot be overcome.

Did I say that trials that don’t kill me only make me stronger? However, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s still painful.

Still, the reason I was able to stand with my legs crossed was only because of Ayla. That’s why Taylor McLaugh never goes down.

He barely stood up, leaning against the sword. A body that is already half-shrinked.

There are still many trials left. Still, Taylor never gives up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the fearsome sword spirit clearly.

Life returns to his eyes. The magic of the swordsmanship flowing through his body… begins to take hold of Taylor’s body again.

The ordeal of Swordsman Taylor McLaugh.

With a body full of bleeding and wounds and draining energy… he stands up again.