The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen - Chapter 352



352 – Bet -2-

The match progressed quickly.

In the duel that lasted about three days, the number of people heading to the round of 16 was narrowed down, and everyone I knew had reached the round of 16.

Group A

Luin · Yuria

Beanpole · Rohan

Mikhail · Lucas

Hannah · Rishi

Group B

Shartia · Kant

Crown Prince · Hobbs

Shuen · Ganish

Ruby · Sugar

‘Wow… Group A is in trouble.’

Group A was no different from the group of death. There were two people aiming for the championship.

There was also Rohan, the head of the disciplinary committee.

With the rising star Yuria, the battles in Group A were practically the finals.

‘Group B will be dominated by Shartia and the Crown Prince.’

The stories of the Crown Prince and Shartia were famous even in the academy. One who wants to be king and the one closest to the throne.

I was curious about how the battle between the Crown Prince, who entered the academy out of boredom, and Shartia, who entered the academy to solidify his position, would turn out.

This ranking match was not in the novel, so I didn’t know anything about it, and many things had changed with Malik’s intervention.

Personally, I hope Shartia wins, but if I were to bet money, I would bet on the Crown Prince…

Honestly, I don’t know who will win, but the Crown Prince, who is a magic swordsman, seemed to have a slight advantage. Whatever happens, it would be nice if Shartia wins.

‘That aside, it’s surprising.’

I didn’t expect Luin, who had lost weight, to make it to the round of 16. He had an easy win due to good match luck, but I didn’t expect him to hold out this far.

‘It seems the words from the boss had motivated him.’

“The next match is…! Third-year student Ruin from the Department of Magic and third-year student Yuria from the Department of Healing.”

Malik, who came with a light snack in his hand, stood next to me and asked in a low voice.

“No intruders?”

“No, I haven’t felt any yet.”

“I’m uneasy.”

“There won’t be anything to worry about. The heretics took quite a hit in the Holy Sword Battle. No matter how crazy they are about terrorism, I think they’ll pass on this ranking match.”

“If you say so, then it must be true.”

Malik nodded heavily.

“All your friends have made it up.”

“I’m proud of them. It makes me proud as a fellow student.”

“Puhaha! A guy who hasn’t even attended for six months…”

“Once a fellow student, always a fellow student.”

“That aside, it’s surprising that the one you chose made it up… Honestly, I thought they’d drop out. No matter how much of an academy ace they are, the members who made it up are fierce.”

“They were lucky.”

I smiled slightly as I watched Yuria walk up to the dueling arena.

“It’s starting.”

“The first match of the round of 16 starts now!!!”

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Yuria slowly walked up to the dueling arena.

“Whew…”

Yuria was the only one who survived from the Department of Healing. The other students didn’t even make it to the finals and lost.

Even though she trained with the senior director for a long time, she couldn’t compare to the students who had learned combat skills all their lives. She was happy just to have landed a punch on their face.

Now, Yuria was being called a ‘hero’ among the students of the Department of Healing. She was receiving a lot of attention as someone who showed the results of hard training and proved that healers could also be protagonists.

Cheers erupted as Yuria, with heavy steps, walked up to the dueling arena.

“Yuria senior!!! Crush them!!!”

“Step on the nose of the Department of Magic!”

It was the first time she experienced this.

Receiving the expectations of many people.

The most she had heard at the academy was gossip, but as time passed, the gazes directed at her were those of passionate students.

Yuria clenched her fist in response to their expectations. The burden on her shoulders was heavy, but she felt good.

“Hey.”

Luine raised his hand and greeted Yuria. It was the first time he had greeted her since that day, and his expression was awkward.

He wasn’t over his anger.

He didn’t want to be friends again either. When he thought about the criticism and betrayal he felt at the ballroom, his heart sank coldly.

Reading Yuria’s expression, Luine awkwardly lowered his hand and began to speak.

“It’s been a while, Yuria.”

“…Yeah.”

“I didn’t expect to meet you here… You must have been working hard.”

“You too, it seems.”

“For me, it’s a given.”

“…”

“It seems there’s no need to protect you anymore.”

“I don’t need it.”

“…”

Watching Yuria’s reaction, Luine clenched his fist and spoke in a trembling voice.

“Let’s be frie…”

“…”

“No, never mind.”

Seeing Yuria’s silence, Luine held back the words he wanted to say. He thought it would be better to talk about whether they could be friends again after this duel was over.

He needed to apologize and take time to sort out his feelings. He couldn’t predict what selfish words might come out of his mouth.

He might say something stupid in his self-absorption. He even thought he might blame Yuria for his mistakes, so he bit his lip and shook his head.

‘Not now…’

So.

“…I will win.”

He vowed to meet her again with a changed self.

The voice of the announcer began to ring loudly. The amplification magic that made the stadium boom made his heart pound fiercely, signaling the start of the duel.

– The first match of the round of 16 starts now!

“I feel the same way, Luine.”

– One!

“Of course.”

-Two.

“Even if it’s Yuria, I won’t go easy on you.”

“I really want to beat you too.”

-Three!!! Start!!!!

At the same time as the announcer’s voice, Yuria and Luin’s bodies moved simultaneously.

Luin widened the distance, while Yuria closed it.

Yuria quickly dug into Luin’s space, adding divine power to her hands and feet, and threw a punch.

“…Baptism of Violence.”

With a loud burst, Luin was pushed back, spitting out blood-tinged saliva onto the ground and began chanting a spell.

“Fireball.”

Yuria’s eyes widened at the fireball shot from close range, but she quickly dodged the sphere and increased her speed. To move even faster, she added a blessing to her legs and ran.

Luin didn’t stay still either.

He shot magic while looking straight at Yuria.

“Tch…”

“You won’t be able to close the distance easily, Yuria. I’ve figured out your pattern from watching our previous battles.”

Luin’s honed magic was sharp. Although the power was no longer as strong as before, the accuracy of the fireballs he shot seemed perhaps more precise and accurate than ever.

‘Has he gotten faster?’

Yuria quickly twisted her body to avoid Luin’s magic and created a barrier to fend off the fireballs, but Luin seemed to have been waiting for this, stopping the fireballs and starting to chant another spell.

“[Green Generation]”

The moment the magic he learned from the tower master spread from Luin’s lips, grass began to sprout on the floor of the arena.

Luin stopped the fireballs he was shooting and spoke softly.

“Rise.”

“…”

“Flowers.”

Pink flowers began to dance among the grass. Luin’s magic, which sprouted like tree vines, quickly moved and began to bind Yuria’s ankles, while Yuria repeatedly moved to avoid the blooming flowers.

As Luin’s one-sided attack, which did not easily give up the distance, targeted Yuria’s gaps, Yuria gritted her teeth and threw a punch.

-Crack…

Blood flowed.

Luin’s magic, which broke Yuria’s blessing, wounded Yuria’s fist and began to disappear.

Around Yuria, numerous flowers began to bloom. The flowers, wriggling as if waiting for his command, began to imbue their buds with magic.

“After losing my talent, I realized.”

“…”

“How much of a trash I am….”

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“…”

“I couldn’t even use basic magic, and my personality was so rotten…. Well, looking back, there wasn’t a single thing that b*stard said that was wrong.”

“…”

“So. Yuria.”

“…”

“This time, let me have it.”

As the bullets began to pour out from the flower bud imbued with magic, Yuria closed her eyes and began to speak softly.

She recited the same phrases the woman had uttered countless times in her nightmares.

“O God who condones.”

“…”

“O God who persecutes the innocent.”

“…”

“I cry out to you in my name.”

“…”

“Grant us the flame to protect your saints.”

Whoosh.

A white flame began to rise from Yuria’s fist.

“Holy Fire.”

It was the Holy Fire.

Seeing the white flame, Malik let out a hollow laugh and said.

“Did you hide something like that?”

‘Holy Fire’ was a flame that could be ignited when one’s mastery of holy power reached a certain level. Simply put, it was a technique used by the church’s inquisitors to burn away all that was unholy.

-Whoosh…

It was a technique that could also have a direct impact on people.

Leaning against the railing, I watched Yuria with an intrigued smile, feeling a thrill. Finally, I was seeing Yuria’s technique from the novel.

“…You’ve become stronger.”

The flame danced.

As all the magic touched by the holy fire scattered, the plants created by Ruin turned into white ashes and disappeared, and the lawn began to lose its light and return to its original color.

Malik looked at Yuria’s holy fire and muttered to himself.

“If the black flame is an unquenchable fire, the holy fire is a fire that extinguishes.”

“It is also a symbol of the high priest.”

“…A monster.”

The moment Ruin’s trembling magic and Yuria’s fist met. The arena was covered in white holy fire, leaving behind a warm warmth as it disappeared.

-The winner is…!

I looked at Yuria standing alone in the arena and said quietly. Whoever her master is, they must be amazing.

“You taught her well.”

-Yuria!