The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen - Chapter 407



407 – Special Class in Hell -4-

“Swordsmanship department students.”

With a bright smile, I looked at those lying in the middle of the meadow and woke them up with a gentle voice. It was time to get up after sleeping enough.

-Flash!

Slowly opening their eyes, the five students began to rise, clutching their throbbing heads.

First-year student of the Swordsmanship Department, Sigor Rook.

Malik and Hannah of the Histania family.

Rohan, who had picked a fight with his arrogant words, and the model student, Mihail. All five seemed to be without major issues.

Malik, who was the first to open his eyes, looked around and let out a hollow laugh.

“Did we faint….”

“…”

“I once endured my father’s killing intent…. It seems you are stronger than my father.”

“No, how could I be stronger than the head of the Histania family?”

I shook my head at Malik’s words, giving a negative answer. Though I said it, I wasn’t sure until we actually fought.

“It’s thanks to the Holy Sword and the Demon Sword.”

“…Hmm?”

“I was lucky enough to gain the qualification to use both the ‘Holy Sword and the Demon Sword’… Of course, using both swords at the same time would destroy my body, but I could use them without overexerting myself for a short while, enough to make you faint.”

Malik let out a hollow laugh.

“You’re living life too interestingly.”

“It is interesting.”

“This is crazy.”

I lightly patted Malik’s shoulder, stood up, and smiled slightly. It was time to start the real lesson.

“Could everyone gather, please?”

I seated the students in the center of the meadow and began to bow my head politely in greeting.

“I apologize for not introducing myself properly earlier.”

“…”

“I wanted to let you know who I am.”

“…”

“This time, I will introduce myself properly.”

“…”

“I am Ricardo, the teacher who will be instructing the Swordsmanship Department students during this special class period.”

-…Clap, clap, clap.

Except for Rohan, who disliked me, the other students welcomed me with applause. They also showed expressions of not wanting to faint again.

“Thank you for the warm welcome.”

“…I look forward to working with you!”

“Well then… Before we start the actual class, let me explain the general way the class will proceed.”

“…”

“Rohan, student.”

“Why.”

“You should speak respectfully to the teacher.”

“Sigh… Okay.”

“Could you come forward?”

Rohan, who had been sitting with his legs crossed, stood up in front of me with a face full of annoyance.

“Hmm…”

Maybe because we were of similar height, our eyes met at the same level, giving me a defiant look. I wanted to throw a stone at his knee, but I had to hold back.

I sighed quietly and turned Rohan’s shoulder to face the students. This was the best way to break down a proud student.

“Rohan, student.”

“Yes.”

“What do you think is the most important virtue a swordsman should have?”

“Sigh…”

Rohan, with a face full of boredom, clicked his tongue and began to recite what he had learned at the academy.

“The belief that you will not lose to anyone.”

“Oh, smart. I thought you wouldn’t know because you were speaking informally.”

“…”

“That’s right. A swordsman must have strong beliefs to have the will to defeat the enemy. No matter how strong the opponent is, if you have belief, you can win.”

“…”

“Rohan, you have the belief that you will not lose to anyone, right?”

“Yes.”

“Even more than the captain of the Imperial Knights?”

“Even if I can’t win now, I am confident that I will win later.”

“That’s great confidence.”

I smiled and patted his shoulder. The bigger the dream, the better the results.

Yes.

Up to the ‘line’ that can be realized.

I patted Rohan’s shoulder and began to give a brief introduction to the class. It’s less unfair to know and get hit than to not know and get hit.

“I plan to teach you mainly through ‘practical’ means. Like throwing you into an orc cave, or making you fight until someone falls down for ‘drinking water’.”

“I don’t like orcs…”

“Haha… Hannah, you know well since you’ve played with orcs a lot with me before, right? Anyway, it’s faster to put it into your body through practice rather than putting theory into your head.”

“They do that at the academy too… What’s so great about it…”

I completely ignored Rohan’s grumbling and began to apply pressure to his shoulder.

As Rohan’s eyebrows twitched at the shoulder being pressed ‘tight’, and he tried to shake off my hand, I whispered softly in his ear.

“Don’t move.”

“…”

“Your arm will break.”

“You…”

-Slap!

Clapping my hands, I spoke to the students in a friendly voice.

“Since it’s the first class, we’ll take it easy today.”

“…”

“What did I say a swordsman should have a moment ago?”

“Me!”

“Yes, Hannah.”

“An unwavering belief that will never lose.”

“That’s right.”

I threw a candy to Hannah, who gave an enthusiastic answer with her hand raised, and praised her.

“Belief is really important. If your heart breaks, your will to fight disappears.”

“…”

“If there’s a swordsman with the same skill, but he thinks he can’t win, his offense will lean towards defense.”

“…”

“If the opponent has an overwhelming gap, he might faint like a moment ago.”

I smiled slightly and placed my hand on Rohan’s shoulder once again.

“From now on, I plan to tell you my old stories. While revealing the killing intent of the opponents I’ve faced so far.”

“…”

“If you want to hear the story till the end, you need to stay focused.”

“I don’t want to hear your story…”

– Crack…

“If Mr. Rohan endures till the end, I will grant you one wish.”

“A wish?”

“Whether it’s quitting the class or accepting a duel… I’ll grant them all. If you want, I can even cancel the class.”

“Ha… Don’t change your words, Ricardo.”

I smiled slightly and began the story.

“My first opponent was a 13-year-old vagrant from the slums.”

“…”

“Having started life in such a miserable place, I fought constantly.”

“…”

“When that kid first came at me with a knife, I was so shocked… Just thinking about it makes my legs tremble.”

I looked at Rohan and the students, who showed no reaction, and asked with a small smile.

“Don’t you feel anything?”

“…”

“You all have the power to defeat a 13-year-old vagrant with a knife.”

“…”

Seeing the students looking at me with calm expressions, I decided to increase the intensity a bit.

“Next was when I met a heretic priest. He was holding a mace…”

“…”

“And then…”

“Yawn…”

Rohan’s expression was filled with boredom. He wondered why I was telling such a story. On the other hand, Mikhail and Hannah were listening intently.

“If you can handle this much, it means you can easily defeat the opponents I’ve mentioned so far.”

I grabbed Rohan’s shoulder and started to increase the intensity gradually.

“Then let’s raise the intensity a bit…”

I smiled slightly and recalled the face of a man. It was such an old story that my memory was hazy, but I couldn’t erase that distinctive impression.

“The time was about a year ago.”

The moment they heard it was a year ago, Hannah’s eyes began to change. She seemed to realize that I was about to talk about the time we first met.

“I met a man in the Hamel Mountains.”

“…”

“He said his name was Pascal.”

The moment the name Pascal fell from his lips, Rohan’s complexion began to change slowly. The murderous intent gradually began to thicken.

“He was an interesting person. It was the first time in my life I saw someone who looked like a mantis and had adventurer marks hanging all over his body.”

“…”

“The man said he loved art.”

As the introduction to Pascal continued, Rohan’s shoulders began to tremble gradually. Likewise, a student named ‘Sigor Rook’ also began to tremble.

“It turned out that the man had the alias of an adventurer hunter and used black magic.”

“…”

“He was a tricky opponent with the ability to control people if he hurt them.”

“…”

The murderous intent began to spread.

The murderous intent that Pascal had shown slowly began to form a scar on Rohan’s chest.

He was an opponent I easily defeated with black magic resistance, but if he had faced someone else one-on-one, he would have created a hopeless result.

Malik was the same.

Hannah would be the same too.

“…He must have been quite a monster.”

“If it weren’t for the butler, I would have died.”

“Ricardo dealt with such a monster…”

“Ugh… Ugh…”

Looking at Rohan, whose face was more ruined than anyone else here, I spat out words filled with sarcasm.

“Oh…?”

He was trembling.

“Why are you trembling?”

“…”

“Didn’t you say you could beat everyone in the world?”

I whispered as I grabbed Rohan’s shoulder.

“Look.”

“…”

“Rohan is weak, I tell you.”

*

At the same time.

“Ugh…”

Ruine opened his eyes, struggling to overcome the throbbing headache.

It felt like his head was going to explode.

After all, he had endured the murderous intent of that monstrous creature. The killing intent of that being, perhaps even stronger than the old man, still lingered in his body, sending shivers down his spine.

“That… b*stard.”

Ruine lifted his trembling eyes and looked around. He needed to know where he was.

The place was very different from where he had been just moments ago. The temperature of the air and the grass that covered the ground were gone. This place, filled with nothing but sand, was like a desert.

“Where the hell is this…”

As Ruine spat out the sand in his mouth irritably, others who had regained their senses began to wake up slowly.

“Ugh… Where are we?”

“I don’t know either.”

“I, Shuenjel, value my skin dearly…”

As the bewildered people gradually came to their senses,

“Nice to meet you.”

With a cold voice, Ruine’s eyes trembled greatly.

“Why are you…?”

The unforgettable figure stood before him.

“Long time no see, Ruine.”

Black horn-rimmed glasses.

The man with a gentle face and kind impression was someone who had given Ruine unforgettable memories.

“You…!”

“Who are you?”

Not only Ruine, but all the students who knew him looked at his face with trembling eyes.

The man smiled faintly and bowed his head in greeting.

“I am the assistant in charge of the magic department’s education for this class.”

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-Sneer.

“My name is Hans.”