How to Survive at the Academy Chapter 150

Creffin subjugation (1)

pure evil.

The head of the Ross Taylor family, Kreffin Ross Taylor. If I were asked to describe him in one word, anyone would choose that word.

If you purchase <Sylvania’s Failed Sword Master>, you can see his image engraved in a large size on the top of the back of the package.

Sitting on the throne of the majestic family head, hands clasped together, eyes wide open in the dark.

There are many villains in Sylvania’s Failed Swordsman, but among them, whoever had the most impact would pick him.

All of the final bosses in the past had their own stories, were swayed inevitably by external pressure, or were fundamentally good people.

Act 1 boss ‘Elementalist Jenika Failover’ destroyed the academic institution after failing to overcome the power of Velosper, the spirit of darkness, and ‘Explorer Glast’, the boss of Act 2, was to keep the scholar’s seal, the treasure of the scholar, even if it was just for the cause. The third act boss ‘Lucy the Awakened’ was misunderstood from the moment she entered the boss battle.

Of course, now I know a deeper inside story than that, and the boss battle in Act 3 didn’t even progress, so the feeling has changed a lot now.

Anyway, when I was playing Sylvania’s Failed Swordsman, the 4th act boss, ‘Keju Krepin Ross Taylor’, was the first final boss to stop the player with pure malice.

He has only one reason for his actions.

It is to enhance the prestige of the family and to maintain its power for as long as possible.

Use whatever is available to do so. He lives wearing a mask as if he were a benevolent duke, but if necessary, he is a human who treats people’s lives like paper.

In order to bring down the evil spirit Mebula, they raided the Sylvania Academy and tried to sacrifice countless students.

Evil spirits prefer spirits that are strong, pure, influential, and powerful.

The Sylvania Academy, filled with all kinds of distinguished guests, was the best place for such an evil spirit to descend.

In the end, he is defeated by Taylor’s party, but he never justifies his actions until the moment he loses his life in the end.

The resurrected evil god Mebula is eventually sealed again by Taylor and his friends who have grown enough to grow. Creffin himself is also defeated in battle with Taily and retreats, meeting the guardian Obel Forcius and being killed.

Even the moment he dies, he dies as a wicked man.

The image of him who lived as the head of the Ross Taylor family just passed by like a kaleidoscope… He laments and laughs bitterly until the end. He said it was unfortunate that he failed by a single point.

No compromise. I don’t try to be sympathized with, nor do I want to be understood.

He didn’t even have a single doubt. He has to trample on someone to rise to a higher position. If need be, cheat, steal, kill.

That’s why you won’t be persuaded by anyone. I also don’t believe in the good nature of humans.

What makes Crepin so far?

Things like that didn’t matter.

Because he was a complete villain in his own right, and he played his role brilliantly.

My thoughts after playing until that point… It was simpler than I thought.

The other bosses had their own circumstance and cause, but Krepin had none of those things… It completely disappeared as a ‘target of subjugation’.

Rather, it was clean without an aftertaste, and I thought, ‘A really long fight has come to an end… .’

In this way, the story of Act 4 is neatly closed, and the final act deals with the story of the great sage Sylvania and the holy spear dragon Velbroke.

His memorable end… It looked like she was leaning against the railing on the roof of the Trix building, covered in blood, looking up at the fading form of the evil god Mebula.

* * *

The door to the Imperial Library opened.

The hall is so high that it is difficult to measure its height. Inside, there were huge bookshelves lined up that exceeded the height of the second floor.

This place, where scholars and policy makers of the imperial family often came and went to collect data, naturally became a place where officials exchanged opinions or freely socialized.

However, in recent years it has become difficult to act without hesitation.

It was because Persica, the second princess of the Chloe Empire, always resided in this library.

She spent most of the day immersed in piles of all sorts of books on the grand desk in the corner of the library.

The librarians and bureaucrats had headaches from sitting in the library all day except for the time to eat and sleep.

This was because librarians had to work with the princess in the library all day long, and bureaucrats had to pay attention to her whenever they came to find materials or books.

Of course, the Imperial Library boasts an enormous size with a total of 4 floors, excluding the main hall where huge bookshelves are lined up… You don’t have to keep an eye on her all the time.

However, the fact that the 2nd princess is always seated in the same space, and you don’t know when to wake up or run into them while walking around looking for books… As a servant, it is a great pressure.

“If it’s a book, it doesn’t matter if you read it in your room, Persica.”

“I read one book at a time, so it’s annoying to order the books to be carried to the room one by one.”

Persica’s seat, which is quite large in the corner of the library.

I brought a luxurious and huge desk, but even that was buried in books, so I couldn’t see the shape.

Princess Penia, who came to ask how she was doing, took a deep breath.

“Besides, it’s fun to browse between the bookshelves and choose the next book. It’s not fun to read only the recommended books recommended by the teachers of the imperial family.”

“If you say that, I have nothing to say…”

Today, not only the second princess, Persica, but even the third princess, Fenia, were on their way to the library.

The librarians felt much sharper than usual. I was assigned to the relatively modest position of librarian, but I would not have thought that I would suffer this much.

“It has already been over a year and a half since I entered Sylvania out of the blue.

“Do you still think that my admission to Sylvania is out of the blue?”

“Yeah. Like I said, I didn’t think you were a man without ambition.”

If Selaha is icy cold and Fenia feels somewhat human, Persica is somewhere in between.

However, there is no benevolent feeling at all. To put it bluntly, it was more like a hairy feeling. Since she is a princess, she wears clothes with proper manners, but the sight of her indulging in old books, spread out among piles of books, is not at all dignified.

The hair of the imperial family is usually platinum-colored. If Penia was close to the purest platinum color, Sellaha felt a bluish color there, and Persica, on the contrary, had a reddish tinge.

Of course, like all members of the royal family of Chloel, her eyes have a soft blue light.

“well….”

“Certainly, compared to before I entered school, I feel like I’m missing something.”

Persica was buried in a book, flipping through the pages of an old book that was bigger than her face.

“That’s why Persica-sister is always stuck in the library at a time like this… Doesn’t she have no intention of being in the imperial power?”

“It can’t be. I’m just waiting for the right time.”

“When… when…?”

Persica didn’t answer and just laughed. She complains that she doesn’t know why she bothered to tell me.

Just keeping her eyes on the book, Persica spoke softly.

“Other people don’t know, but I know. Before entering school, if you saw Kreffin Ross Taylor, you would light up your eyes and glared at him.”

“…”

“Now, he goes down to the head family to supervise the social church, but he often went to the library to refer to policy making. Well, at least in my eyes, he only looked like a true servant who was for the people and loyal to the imperial family…”

Persica suddenly closed the book. Then he threw it into the mountain of books piled up next to him, picked up the next book, and flipped through it, skimming through the contents of the entire book.

“Since long ago, Fenia, you used to have a bizarre insight into the inside of a person. Since you’re so wary, I’m also quite curious.”

“I’ve decided to stop trying to keep him in check. I don’t have any reason to interfere with him.”

“Well, listen. Do you know what books he read in the imperial library?”

Persica quickly tossed some books beside Fenia.

Fenia narrowed her brows as she went through the books one by one.

“The legends of the old evil gods and the forbidden magic of the age of mythology. They even dabbled in forbidden books under the pretext of overseeing the current state of library management in the Imperial Library.”

“…I beg your pardon?”

“Well, forbidden books are about methodologies for dealing with primitive forms of cruel magic.

Fenia flipped through the books one by one, skimming through the titles. All of them were stories about the advent of evil spirits or about the damage.

“How do you look? Do you think you have a bad heart?”

“…”

It’s hard to see it as a definitive proof. Even if he had seen some of these books in the library, it would not diminish his prestige. Maybe it’s just academic curiosity.

However, it is unavoidable that a feeling of discomfort rises in a corner of Fenia’s heart.

The memory that suddenly comes to mind is the image of Ed Rosteiler who received a letter from Fenia before vacation.

He said that he had been restored to the Roth Taylor family this time, and he was trying to borrow some of the authority of the princess.

Now that she was Fenia, who had no other intentions or intentions, she lent her name without much thought. In the first place, Ed Ross Taylor was a trustworthy person, and she was not a person who would easily tarnish the name of Princess Penia.

So I didn’t give it much thought.

I didn’t want to mess things up by hasty intervention.

The higher the position, the greater the responsibility for failure. Having been intimidated by several failures, she no longer had the will to move on her own and actively solve any problems.

“You look bad, Fenia.”

Persica hit the mark and came in.

“…just, his son came to see me before vacation.”

“Ed Ross Taylor. Didn’t you say you were excommunicated?”

“Do you know him?”

“I only know the name. I know a certain amount of the family relationship of influential people in power. I heard rumors that you led the excommunication.”

Persica has the ability to memorize what she has seen once. It is because you are naturally smart that you can cram so much knowledge into your head.

“I just… I heard that there was a lottery on this occasion, so I went and lent my name so that I wouldn’t be ignored.”

“Oh, you seem to trust him quite a bit. You don’t lend your name carelessly.”

“Rather than believing… just… he’s someone who doesn’t really care. But…”

Fenia was deep in thought as she leafed through the covers of the books.

“…I thought it was strange. His reputation at Ross Taylor Mansion must still be at the bottom, so how was he able to recover so easily? “

Ed Rosteyler has a unique trustworthy atmosphere that he will do well on his own.

However, a bit of anxiety that only comes now. Persica, who caught this one beat late anxiety, skillfully squeezed through the gap.

“Well, there’s no reason to reinstate him. Rather, if his personality isn’t completely corrected, he’ll tarnish the family’s name again, so it’s just an act of taking risks.”

Persica spoke while flipping through the bookshelves.

“Nevertheless, he reinstated Ed Rosteiler. If I were Kreffin, I wouldn’t do that unless I made up my mind.”

Princess Penia’s brow trembled. She decided that she would no longer touch or get involved in his affairs.

Didn’t you decide to focus only on graduating from Sylvania, paying attention to what was happening in the Ross Taylor family?

“For example… a bait to forcibly drag him out of Aken Island to the Ross Taylor mansion.”

However, the memory of the election for student council president subtly rises in my heart.

What is the identity of that strange sense of loss that I heard when I heard the news of his death?

Something between guilt and helplessness. And, the relief of knowing he survived. What Fenia realized from that emotional drop was that she was paying more attention to Ed Rosteiler than she thought.

I still remember his wide back as he sat at camp and stirred the fire with his poker.

He never blames Penia.

Even if you accuse him of a crime and excommunicate him, even if you hesitate without making a quick and correct decision in the face of a bachelor’s crisis, even if you fall into idealism and fail to consider the damage in reality, even if you are openly wary of him.

He only recognizes it as one of the huge trends, but he has never hated Fenia as a human to human.

He is not a person with no backbone who simply does not know how to get angry and lives as he sees fit.

He is a person who clearly knows all the facts and knows how to fight against any high-ranking human if necessary, or even use tricks to win his share.

Nevertheless, there is no particular reason for continuing to respect Fenia as a human to human being.

It’s understanding her.

The third princess of the Chloe family, Penia Elias Chloe.

Ed does not carelessly blame her for her misjudgment because he understands her life better than anyone else, who has maintained her title among all sorts of trickery and secret struggles in her childhood and has steadfastly expressed her opinions in the midst of imperial disputes. He understood and accepted even Penia’s imperfections.

It is human beings who grow up through misjudgments and mistakes, but if you wear the name of a monarch, those mistakes can never be forgiven.

It is a cruel contradiction. However, all monarchs take it for granted and live their lives. Such is the weight of the throne.

For this reason, the path a monarch takes is inevitably covered with a carpet named solitude.

It is greed and arrogance to want to understand that solitude. Only when you give up being understood can you become a monarch.

Obviously, it must be like that.

―’I didn’t expect you to help me so easily. more… I was ready to negotiate.’

Before leaving the bachelor’s degree, Edgar said to Penia at the royal residence.

I’m ready to negotiate some more.

On that day, Ed was ready to exchange many opinions with Fenia.

Nevertheless, Fenia simply lent her name and sent Ed away without any interaction.

If it’s Ed, he’ll figure it out somehow. Since it was a matter between the Roth Taylors, it wouldn’t do any good to interfere and complicate the matter. comforted in that way.

It was only later that I realized how big of a mistake it was.

“Tonight is the second day of the social gathering, so there are about two days left.”

Persica calmly whispered to Fenia, whose pupils were shaking.

“If you take a carriage, it will take half a day and a full day, but if you just stick to the saddle and run without resting, you’ll be able to get there in half a day.”

Princess Penia, who has been educated by the imperial family since she was a child, has minimal knowledge in horsemanship.

However, from now on, you have to go to the throne room, get permission from the emperor, build an escort, and ride in a wagon.

If you want to go, you have no choice but to jump down to the horse shed right now and ride the strongest and strongest horse.

Since she was suddenly leaving without permission, if she wasn’t her loyalist, she wouldn’t carelessly follow her. There was a high possibility that she would rather try to stop her.

Including the escort knight Claire, it was probably five at most. There is no time to convince the rest.

It could be a simple rain.

Originally, I wouldn’t act so urgently.

However, Fenia has experienced Ed’s death once. She later found out it was a misunderstanding, but she realized it only after experiencing it once.

If Ed Rosteiler is killed, or if he loses the possibility of life while suffering damage equivalent to that… It seemed like it would be a big wound that Fenia would never be able to recover from.

“Are you going?”

Persica smiled slyly and called out to Fenia.

Fenia kept her head down like that, then smiled and shook her face.

“It can’t be. How heavy my shoulders are, and I’m going to make such a sudden move.”

“That’s right. You’re still aware of the weight of the royal family. It’s relieved.”

Persica flipped through the bookshelves a few times and hummed.

“Well, he must die. It’s inevitable that he’ll die… But he’s not an idiot, so he’ll have his thoughts.”

“Yeah… It’s clear that Kreffin has some intentions, but he’s not too dull to notice.”

Fenia’s appearance as she said that made me feel nothing but relief.

However, Persica caught the trembling in her voice like a ghost.

“Anyway, seeing that Persica is well, let’s go. It’s late, so I need to get some sleep.”

“Okay, go in.”

Persica pretended to be reading a book and looked sideways at Fenia.

Fenia, who straightened her clothes and headed toward the exit from the library, doesn’t seem to have any problems.

However, it can be seen that the fist is clenched tightly. Persica let out a pitiful laugh. It is the back of a person who made a firm decision.

“He’s a man who makes the 3rd princess Fenia move in one night. The Ross Taylor mansion must be in chaos. I’m really curious about that face, but now isn’t the time for that.”

Putting down the closed book, Persica stretched out.

“With this, I am the only princess left in the imperial family now.”

I close the book and receive the moonlight softly pouring down from the glass ceiling of the library.

Persica stood up from the pile of books.

It was time to move slowly.

*

“No one knows more about my son, Ed Rosteeler, than I do.”

Creffin, slowly rising from her desk, spoke in a low voice.

“Others may say that you’ve come of age since your excommunication, you’ve become sound, but… I know.”

“…”

“My son’s heart couldn’t be so easily diluted after months in the hot and cold outdoors. He hated me with all his heart.”

Kreffin was wearing a fancy tailcoat and a black glove on one hand. Her gloved left hand would have the mark of an evil god engraved on it.

It was possible to make the imprint invisible, but to do so would consume too much useless mana in daily life. That’s why he dares to wear that glove on one hand.

“But you don’t even feel like you’re enduring such hatred. Rather, it’s like you’re farsighted. Looking at me as if I were someone who had nothing to do with my life, I can feel it.”

“…”

“You are not Ed Rosteyler.”

– Get it!

“Kyaaaagh!”

The source of the wind that suddenly blew was Kreffin Ross Taylor standing in the center of the study.

As waves erupted from her left hand, where the mark was supposed to be engraved, Yenika screamed and closed her eyes tightly.

– Get it!

The protruding mug spread its wings wide to block the wind.

Creffin stood with his shoulders stretched under the moonlight. He slowly removed the glove from his left hand. As expected, the imprint of an evil god imbued with dark red aura is located on that hand.

It is not yet possible to fully control the power of the evil spirit, but it is possible to realize its authority, albeit imperfectly.

“Otherwise, did you forgive me for stabbing Arwen?”

At those words, I took my breath away.

“That can’t be the case. He believed in Arwen more than anyone else and followed him.”

– Whiik!

He took out a one-handed sword with his non-imprinted hand. It’s a fight no matter who sees it.

As soon as she saw the weapon drawn, Jenika reacted first.

– Woe!

Downstairs, the banquet is long. If you take out a high-ranking spirit from a place like this, the building will collapse and there will be casualties. A certain amount of force control was required.

Jenika focused her mind in an instant and manifested three gigantic lieutenant spirits.

A fire bat with huge wings, an eagle in the form of water, and a giant made of earth stood up… Even though it was a fairly large study, there was no space at all.

“Ooh, don’t move…”

“Elementalist Yenica Failover. She has strong power, but she’s riding on the situation too much.”

As Krepin clenched his left hand tightly, a crackling wave spread from his hand as the center.

―Kagagakgagak!

In an instant, all three lieutenant spirits were wrapped in magical chains.

“It’s awesome…!”

Yenica tried to break the chain by manifesting a spirit ceremony, but the speed of the new chain was much faster than that.

Chains rising from the air wrapped around Jenika’s arms, and even restrained her waist and legs.

“Ugh, haha!”

Jenika struggled to pull the chains and endured. He might just end up holding out any longer.

I was thinking about taking the risk and drawing out the power of the high-ranking spirit, but the chain was cut off by the wind blade.

―Hwaaaaaagh!

My wind blade is far more powerful than one-shot basic magic.

It was possible because he had been training basic magic without a day off for the past years.

“Your magic skills are good.”

“Even if I’m not your son, that doesn’t change the fact that I’m Ed Rosteeler.”

“You’re talking incomprehensible.”

“I know it sounds absurd, but what if it’s true?”

– Get it!

As he took out his dagger and charged at it, Crepin made a downward slash of his engraved left hand.

Then I felt a big shock hit my hand, and the dagger fell from my hand.

― Cagan! Kang!

As I swung my shoulders again and raised my hand up, my body defied gravity and floated up against the ceiling.

“Cuck!”

I groaned and gathered my mana again with my teeth clenched.

-grasp!

In an instant, a knife cut appears on Krepin’s leg dance.

I manifested the spirit ceremony of the dagger I dropped, and made it return to my hand. It’s a bonus to cut off the legs of Krepin in the path.

“Quit!”

It’s not deep, but enough to distract you. The unknown pressure that hung me from the ceiling also disappeared.

I took the dagger as it was and slammed it down towards Kreffin with the force of gravity.

-Kaang!

I managed to block the dagger with the long sword I was holding, and the moment I tried to manifest the power of the evil god again, I took out the shock-enhancing wave orb from my chest.

―Paaaaaaagh!

As it was, a momentarily strong shock enveloped the surroundings, and I succeeded in increasing the distance from Crepin again.

Anyway, the goal at this point is not to subdue Kreffin. As I said, if you don’t destroy his family background and prestige first, even if you subdue him, you won’t be able to fix it.

– Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Dust rises in the study. Crepin quickly raised the wind to blow away the dust from him, then raised his left hand again.

It’s a power that I don’t know at all how it works, but I know about it after going through the 4th act.

Because of his incomplete state, he could not fully realize the power of the evil god, but he could manipulate the ‘physical power’ around him according to his will.

Gravity, inertia, friction… At least the flow of physical energy can be manipulated at his will, within the limits allowed by his magical power.

It will give you a sense of conquest, as if the energy flow of this world is in your hands.

In order to adjust more than physical power, a long concentration and a long accumulation of mana is required. It would be about this level to be able to use it in an instant battle.

Right now, the power of evil spirits has not yet been fully revealed. Now is the best time to overpower them, but the order of things is fixed.

I gathered mana in my hand.

– Quaang!

The mana rushes in, and the preparations to rush in at one point are over.

Lieutenant Fire Magic, ‘One Point Explosion’.

Kreffin Roth Taylor also quickly responded to the speed of that magical power and took a defensive stance, but unfortunately the direction of the attack was not Kreffin’s.

― Quaang!!!!

The floor collapsed, and a roar enveloped the mansion.

A peaceful and enjoyable social church unfortunately ends here.