How to Survive at the Academy Chapter 181

Ed subjugation (4)

?- ‘Don’t meddle.’

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

It is the most vividly imprinted memory among the remaining memories of Elvira, the bad boy of the Aniston family.

By the time he grew up, he had already opened his eyes to improving reagent combinations and magical engineering supplies.

Her childhood, a troublemaker who locked herself in the laboratory of the Aniston family mansion and caused explosions three or four times a day… is not too far in the past for her.

The Aniston family is not wealthy, but befitting a well-known alchemist, her sisters were well versed in all kinds of alchemy.

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

It was the reason why I couldn’t stay still while looking at the inefficient reagent combination formula, the improvement formula for engineering supplies, and the manufacturing formula with useless ingredients.

There was no one in her family who had more talent and passion than her, so everything was inconspicuous to her.

Whenever I had a chance, I would grumble and point out the research results of the sisters, or point out incomplete parts.

Beyond her research achievements, her attitude towards life as an alchemist, her values, and her enthusiasm for research… Seeing her philosophizing about her philosophically, people around her couldn’t stand the rising feelings of inferiority.

God gave her innate talent and passion, but did not give her the proper manners and manners.

In fact, it was too harsh to expect such an adult-like way of life from a young girl.

In the end, her lingering inferiority complex exploded when her older sister, Diella Aniston, failed the Sylvania entrance exam.

Seeing Elvira tilting her head while disassembling the magical engineering supplies she had taken as an assignment for the entrance exam, Diella, who had been living under the weight of Elvira’s talent, could not stand the rising emotions and slapped her on the cheek.

There is nothing wrong with Elvira.

However, it is also true that he was not considerate of Diella, who was heartbroken.

– ‘Do you always feel like you are the main character of everything in the world?’

Diella Aniston pushed and broke all the reagent bottles on the test table, tore off the research scroll, and gnashed her teeth while talking.

– ‘Good, you… don’t have to try to understand ordinary humans like us.’

– ‘sister…’

– ‘Yes, use your abilities to the fullest. I’m going to live a halfway life like a human born with halfway skills.’

After that, Diella gave up alchemy completely and went to Chloeron, the imperial capital, to learn accounting and management.

It became extremely rare to see his face reflected in the Aniston family, and soon it became difficult to see him even once a year.

Now, to her, alchemy is nothing more than a trigger that makes her ruminate on her memories of failure.

That’s probably why he didn’t want to return to his parents’ house full of all sorts of alchemy devices.

Even as a child, Elvira knew for sure.

he is not at fault

The reason why Diella yells at Elvira, gets angry, and gives up on her own path is because of her own inferiority complex.

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

So, there is no way to change the attitude of one’s life because of Diella’s sad eyes.

Quite the opposite. It just sticks harder.

Eventually, until Elvira enters Sylvania and becomes the head of the pension department…

She grumbled at people who couldn’t do her part, and even got the dishonor of being a meddler through countless meddling… But Elvira didn’t stop.

It was her way of proving that she was on the right path, even if she was stubborn.

A sudden thought came to my mind, that Clevius would also agree with that opinion.

*Ominous magic rose from the flowing blood.

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

Taylor has no intention of backing down either. If the opponent doesn’t try to resolve it by talking, he just picks up the sword himself.

“Wait! Stop! It’s not just the two of you…!”

Elvira quickly landed on the floor and raised her upper body and shouted, but Clevius’ body was already filled with blood swordsmanship.

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

The blood swordsmanship, once started, eats away at Clevius’ spirit little by little.

The madness that covers the mind only increases as time goes by.

There is no opponent who has not shed blood in front of him. Even that Lucy Meiril could not help but tolerate a slight scratch… It was a swordsmanship close to madness itself.

“Shut up and get out there.”

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

After overpowering Elvira with a single word, she kicked off the floor and rushed at Taily.

It exceeded the level of being fast with a sword. just don’t see

Taily almost sensibly blocked Clevius’ first sword attack. The invisible sword was blocked with just a sense of battle.

I didn’t stop watching it, and I didn’t predict it. It had to have a sense that was almost like foreknowledge.

Even after blocking Clevius’ sword strike, Taily clenched his teeth in embarrassment.

The two eyes of Clevius facing swords right in front of him. That eye light is revealed right in front of your nose.

Not a human, but a beast.

He still had some reason left, but he was in the process of shedding his human mask and becoming a ghost.

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

“I don’t know what’s going on…”

The butt blades shook and trembled. Their power struggles were on par with each other, but the speed itself was completely surpassed by Clevius.

As it was, Clevius twisted his body and drove a rounds kick into Taily’s abdomen.

It was such a big move, but it was so fast that Taily couldn’t even catch it.

“Cuck!”

As it was, Taily was chained to the barbed wire serving as the outer wall of Elte Firm.

Breathing stopped momentarily, and a great shock rushed up my back, but there was no time to writhe in pain.

Looking up, Clevius, who had already taken off, had reached right in front of his nose.

The sword was about to be swung. The series of streams that bend and strike at the waist cannot be seen.

Just like a lightning strike. When I came to my senses, I felt that the attack had already entered.

Taily avoided a direct hit with his possessed reflexes, but he couldn’t help bleeding from the blade of his shoulder.

With a frown and a tight grip on her shoulder, Taily straightened up.

The iron bars that were hit by Clevius’ attack instead of Taily… shattered with a roar.

“…I know what you were trying to do.”

It was clearly felt by Clevius.

It was only for a moment, but Taily was about to cut Elvira.

Of course, I didn’t feel the intent to kill. However, it was also a blow that inflicted fatal wounds.

Then, at that point, there are no more extenuating circumstances.

Clevius stabbed himself in the opposite shoulder again with the dagger he took out from his waistband.

With a thump, new bleeding erupted from Clevius’ shoulder. More blood flows, and little by little more magical energy begins to dwell in his body.

Clevius, who had grotesquely twisted and drooped again… flinched and trembled once.

──If you ever face a sword demon from the Nortondale family, be sure to win in one blow.

This is what Mike, a senior professor in the combat department, told me before combat practice.

As long as you live, you will continue to be strong, and as long as you die, you will continue to be strong.

The ghost, driven by blood and gradually building more mana… The more it converges to death, the more insane it becomes.

If you try to fight while cutting down the enemy metallurgically, the one who will cut your throat is yourself.

So, before the monster crave more blood, quench its thirst and finish it off before it completely becomes a ghost.

Clevius Nortondale’s blood swordsmanship is a madman’s skill that grows stronger as the smell of death approaches.

The speed at the moment when you are literally on the verge of death, losing your life with just a single sword strike… Neither a genius wizard of the era nor a veteran swordsman who has gone through all sorts of battles can’t follow with the naked eye.

“Uh-wook, whoa…”

Taily, barely able to stand up against the barbed wire… sees the scene in front of her.

The marble yard of the Elte Company bathed in moonlight.

A blood-eating ghost stands.

The option of quick transfer has long since disappeared. The Sword Demon, greedy enough for blood, glanced at Taily with terrifying eyes…

After that, he had already jumped into Taylor’s arms and was driving a knife into his shoulder.

It happened in that moment when I closed and opened my eyes for a moment.

*

“We have to stick with Princess Fenia.”

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

Compared to my cabin, it’s not at the level of being extravagant, but it’s still quite spacious, and the furniture that fills the interior is of a much higher quality.

It is well protected against the cold, and it is in a quite comfortable state as there are engineering products that circulate the air inside.

Even at this level, I feel like I am not living in a camp, but living in a normal family home. Certainly, as long as you have money, no matter where you live, there is nothing inconvenient.

“This case is intertwined with the power struggle of the imperial family. It is intertwined with the Roth Taylor family case, so it could be bigger.”

Upon entering the villa, I set fire to the campfire and secured a light source by inserting a small amount of mana into magic engineering items scattered around the room.

When the lights come on, it feels more cozy than I thought.

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

Lortel was in a state of exhaustion due to the physical exhaustion of being held captive, and even running a marathon in the middle of the night.

When I scooped up some water, he said thanks and gulped down, then put his robe hat down and held his breath with his arms raised on the table.

“Are you Princess Fenia?”

“Yeah. He’s at least someone who’ll take our side in this conflict.”

“Well, this… is not the Roth Taylor family’s business, but the Elte Firm’s business…?”

“The Ross Taylor family is also connected in a big way.”

“still…”

What Lortel wants to say is predictable.

“Princess Fenia will not be happy with me.”

“How many conflicts have you set up?”

“Princess Fenia must have thought that I would stick to Princess Selaha’s side.”

When I looked at her with a puzzled look, Lortel immediately added an additional explanation.

“When Ed passed out at the Roth Taylor mansion, I did some tricks to steal senior’s recruits to the Elte Company.”

“what?”

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

I didn’t immediately come out with an answer because I said it without adding or subtracting.

“That sounds like…”

“You didn’t have to hide it. Me and Princess Penia… We’re like water and oil.”

It was the same in the < Failed Swordsman of Sylvania > scenario, but even if you think about it beyond that, Penia and Lortel are actually people who walk looking at the exact opposite as if they were drawing a picture.

“I’m not so positive about Princess Penia either. I don’t want to bow my head to that person. I’d rather find another way…”

“But… if things have gone this far, it’s not the time to cover hot meals with cold meals. You have to think about your situation.”

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

I pushed off my chair, stood up straight, and stared at Lortel.

“If I have more time, I might be able to find another way out, but right now the back boat behind Dune and Slog is Princess Persica. The only person who can stand up to her with authority is Princess Penia.”

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

In the end, there was not a single pivot that could unite the two as one.

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

“…Even by looking at your senior’s face…?”

Lortel dried the sweat from her face, then slowly met my eyes.

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

Princess Penia is a human like Lortel Kecheln’s evil.

If you look at the relationship between the two, it makes you believe in the theory of fate that did not exist. Beyond the dog-won relationship, the human resolution itself does not match at all.

The background of growth, values, the way to lead the group, the way to get what you want, the way to carry out your will.

If you’re trying to bring two people who are completely opposite of each other together… In the end, there’s no other way than to appeal to your emotions.

“That’s why, they say you lose if you like it first.”

Lortel rubbed her face and pursed her lips.

“It’s a law that can’t be helped if it’s a contractual relationship based on necessity. It’s not uncommon in the world of business to hold hands with hostile forces for a while.”

“Yeah. Thanks for the positive thoughts. Anyway, what we need to do now is catch the dune.”

Dune Greg, wearing a turquoise beret, dressed in merchant’s attire, always smiling frivolously.

In fact, I was well aware that even that frivolous appearance was acting, but I did not think that it would be this elaborate.

“If it’s enough to stab you in the back, not someone else, it’s not a plan prepared for a day or two.”

“But… all the logistics flow within the building of Elte Trading Co., Ltd. was reported in detail. I reviewed it again at the beginning and end of each day.”

Lortel’s work is certain.

It is clear that Lortel’s sharp eyes would have caught everyone if she had been working in a one-dimensional way.

However, no matter how busy and hectic I was, I was out of Lortel’s field of vision and doing my tricks…

“I can’t escape my eyes once I have the logistics or funds that have been borrowed from the inside of Sanghoe. I can be confident of this.”

“Then… the outside of the shop…?”

“Outside of the Chamber of Commerce, it is within Aken Island. Of the money flow inside Aken Island, 80% goes within the living area. It is the same because the living area is also my domain…”

Having said that, Lortel did not finish talking.

As if something suddenly came to mind, he just trembled at the corners of his eyes.

“Besides the living quarters and the academic building, there are other places where the funds reach the upper house.”

“…Where is it?”

“Here you go.”

It was so small that it didn’t even bother me.

It’s like building a small villa for one person to live in. It is embarrassing compared to the numerous businesses that have been opened at Elte Trading Co., Ltd.

In fact, since it was more of a private affair for Lortel, one staff member was in charge.

I remember. The store employee who came to the camp to survey the site, arrange the materials, and produce the design drawings to build Lortel’s villa is Dune Greggs. I also left a distilled liquor as a gift.

“No matter how much it is, it’s a business, but didn’t you see and receive all the funds and current status of the construction here?”

“That’s right. There wasn’t much of a problem with the construction itself… Except, while I was away on vacation to the Old Deck… Dune Greggs would have managed the building site for this villa, right?”

Lortel pushed the chair back and stood up.

I adjusted the hem of my robe and headed towards the small door next to the bed. Opening the antique wooden door, there is a staircase leading to the basement.

“…here is?”

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

Saying that, Lortel hurried down the stairs.

As I followed him down, Lortel whimpered and tried to open the cellar door. The key was not yet with Lortel.

“I was thinking of asking Mr. Bell to get the wine and put it in the cellar. Ugh, ugh…! But, school was getting closer and the construction of the cottage was finished, but Dune didn’t give me the key to the cellar.”

“Roughly, I think I know now. Get out of the way.”

He grabbed Lortel’s arm, dragged him, and gently pushed him aside. After securing space, he slammed the door open with his shoulder.

The sturdy cellar door did not budge. Eventually, when I turned my gaze to Lortel, Lortel drew on his magical energy and broke down the cellar door entirely.

– Kwaaaang!

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

“…”

“…”

Lortel and I had to stand there blankly for a while.

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

not a penny Even if you look at it, it is a huge amount of gold coins.

Not only that, but valuables managed by the Elte Company, expensive magic engineering items, and, crucially, numerous high-quality distilled spirits were piled up here and there.

Dune Greg said that he had a habit of embezzling metallurgy metallurgy by manipulating the ledger of the company whenever he had a chance.

When working with shrewd merchants, it is easy to meet a few such modest people. As long as the work is clear, you can turn a blind eye to stealing a few pennies out of self-interest.

However, if even that was acting.

Dune wearing a beret and arranging documents in the executive committee seat overlaps. Its sharp eyes are like those of an eagle craving its prey.

Even the third-class embezzler who is swayed by self-interest and greed and dabbles in public money is just a character he built.

If collecting rare foreign liquors and pretending to be a rich man was all part of Yoo In-soo.

If Lortel Kecheln is remembered as an image of ‘a third-class swindler who is competent, but tries to get his own self-interest with his back hand’, if he tried to be recognized as one of the good employees to use and throw away.

Like that… if I was trying to make the opponent fall into the illusion that I was in complete control.

Everything was said in the subjunctive, but the evidence was spread out before my eyes.

Even the calm Lortel was speechless for a moment, and had no choice but to remain still with dilated pupils.

──The funds and goods that Dune had been embezzling for a long time… All of them are located in this basement.

Dune… I didn’t spend a penny, I had it all together.

why?

To cover everything up for Lortel’s embezzlement.

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

While leaving evidence of metallurgy and embezzlement over a long period of time… Waiting and waiting for the time of the rebound to come someday.

The reason why Lortel Kecheln ordered the building of the villa was probably because she wanted to join in this simple camp life.

Dune Gregs seized the opportunity and staged the villa to appear as a secret storage room for Lortel’s embezzled funds. Perhaps the work on the ledger side has already been completed.

There would be no other reason like this to get him out of the position of acting manager.

How many years had I sharpened my sword in the dark?

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

The opponent is the colossus Lortel Kecheln.

If you don’t do this, you won’t be able to hit the back. Dune was well aware of that fact.

A tower of gold coins stacked under Lortel’s villa.

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

*The building of the Sylvania branch of the Elte Company of the Night.

In the garden, Sword Master Taily and Sword Demon Clevius are fighting back and forth. The noise from the battle reverberates through the upper building, but few people are really listening to it.

– Kang! Caang!

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

He looks relaxed, but his expression is serious.

There were all sorts of weapons all around. From the rapiers you carry, to the large longswords, the small dual-wielding daggers, the bows, gauntlets, maces, and spears…

The sight of Ziggs polishing his weapons one by one is like a wild beast standing alone in the wild.

– Kaaaang! grasp!

Jenika Failover is sitting alone drinking tea in the luxurious VIP waiting room on the third floor.

The atmosphere is unusual.

The spirits around her hesitated and watched her. her face doesn’t look right

In front of the huge window of the VIP waiting room, I just sit with my back to the front and look up at the moon.

An unknown source of fear emanates from her back, buried in the shadows.

– Caang! Caang! Caang!

At the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, in the hallway, Tracyana Bloomriver was holding a cane and wearing a robe.

A combat mage who uses high-level magic and has extensive dueling experience against melee warriors.

He is the head of the Ministry of Magic in the highest grade, 4th grade, and he is an opponent who has already mastered even close combat, where a warrior can have an advantage over a wizard.

Then, on the roof, follow the trail that leads to the back door of the shop, showing Ed Rosteyler’s escape traces. You have to run for a long time in the direction of the North Forest along it… you can finally catch Ed Ross Taylor.

To reach Ed Rosteyler, each one must break through and break through all those layers with unbelievable levels of power.

Trials are like huge walls.

Only when a wall one does not even dare to jump over can be called an ordeal.

Taylor’s life has always been a series of trials. That’s why, she endured the pain… from the ordeal of wondering if this was possible, and she survived with her teeth clenched.

Taily McLore screams in agony and falls out.

After being pushed by Clevius’ sword and rolling on the floor… I managed to keep my body steady and looked up at the beast of the night again.

The blood-crazed sword demon’s eyes glowed under the soft moonlight.

Taylor closes her eyes.

A lifetime of thinking that there is no hardship that cannot be overcome.

Did you say that trials that don’t kill me only make me stronger? However, it does not change the fact that it is painful.

Still, the reason I was able to stand on my two legs was only thanks to Ayla. That’s why Taylor McLore never collapses.

He barely stands up, leaning on his sword body. It is a body that has already become half-damaged.

There are still plenty of trials left. Still, Taylor never breaks down.

I opened my eyes and looked at the terrifying sword demon clearly.

Life returns to his eyes. The magic of the Sword Saint style flowing through his body… begins to grip Tail Lee’s body again.

Sword Master of Trials, Taily McLore.

Leading his body full of blood, scars, and exhaustion… he stands up again.