How To Live As An Academy Extra Villain

103 – Acceleration (7)

The few days passed by quickly. The second semester of the academy has begun and the campus is crowded with people again. They each brought with them as many rumors, most of which were extremely dark.

The northernmost colony burned down, and the Northern Grand Duke lost all of the territory he had worked hard to develop over the past 50 years. A massive flood of monsters was observed in the east, resulting in countless refugees. Weed-like devil worshipers incited the public and caused unrest everywhere.

The West was not just peaceful either. Despite the control of the central nobles, rumors about the imperial palace and the princess were heard. In addition, all kinds of rumors and false statements were rampant.

A werewolf sighting, a story of an entire village being transformed into ghouls overnight, a story of a benevolent archbishop being burned at the stake after being identified as a doppelganger, etc.

If I hadn’t kept my mouth shut, the story about the southern necromancer would have been added here.

However, there were no hopeful stories at all. An unbelievable rumor circulated that a girl had extinguished a powerful evil spirit that had awakened from a long sleep without causing any harm. The girl with the green color dealt with her spirit, and soon after someone asked if she was a student at the academy, several names were compiled.

I also heard the adventure story of a heroic boy. He caught a devil worshiper who tried to sacrifice the villagers, and protected refugees from a massive flood of monsters. He is also said to have destroyed a flesh golem created by an evil wizard and obtained the Sword Master’s sword.

He had bright blonde hair and eyes as blue as the sea. This time, several names were selected, but most of those who had already heard the story of the rumored first-year student only remembered one person.

The culmination of all this was taken by Seongguk’s international students. The children of the high-ranking families of the Holy Kingdom whispered under their breath. It is said that the holy sword in the basement of the cathedral started crying every night and looked for its owner.

The story of the Holy Sword had enough impact to overshadow all previous rumors. That meant that the birth of a new hero was imminent, and that the era of chaos would soon come to an end.

The times when warriors are needed are inevitably going to be difficult times.

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“…In times like these, learning should not be taken lightly. As talented people who will lead the country in the future, you must have even more responsibility…”

The principal’s speech was in full swing in the main banquet hall. I listened to the speech through one ear and pondered over the rumors from earlier.

I heard many stories through my ears, but these were things I already knew to some extent. So I wasn’t too surprised. Still, when I heard Selene’s story, I felt a little glad. When I thought about my efforts so far, I felt a little proud.

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Eugene’s story that follows has some instinctively disturbing aspects, but he also faithfully follows his destiny.

However, the rumors about Seongguk students studying abroad were a bit concerning. If it is true that the Holy Sword is looking for its owner, the Holy Sword Ceremony will be held soon, and if so, Eugene will also follow his path a few months earlier than usual.

In addition, Ellie’s absence was also a factor that disturbed my heart. Ellie’s reply to my letter was received only after she arrived at the Academy.

Unlike her past letters, which filled up a lot of paper, Ellie’s last letter had only two lines. The usual neat handwriting was everywhere and there were only crooked letters everywhere. As if writing with an unfamiliar hand.

‘I feel so sick that I still need to recover more. I’ll get healthy and go back soon. Until then, don’t be distracted and study hard. And it will be difficult to reply for the time being. Fool. I miss you.’

She was worried that something might have happened to Ellie, but her body aches were so bad that she could get over it quickly. I was relieved and immediately sent a reply, enclosing a high-quality potion that was good for the body.

“This is Professor Kselia, who will be in charge of the newly reorganized demonology. Professor Kselia is also an expert who is well-versed in the local beliefs and various tales of each region. I hope everyone welcomes her with applause.”

-Clap clap clap!

I suddenly came to my senses at the sound of applause. Looking at the podium, I saw a woman coming out and saying hello. She appears to be around 30 years old, with her hair slicked back in a haphazard bun. She wore large glasses and had a timid expression on her face. In many ways, she looked more like a scholar than an educator. As she took her bow and turned behind her, tripping and stumbling, light laughter broke out among her students.

Professor Kselia stomped back to her seat, and her fuss soon quieted down as the professors from the Department of Martial Arts and the Department of Magic sent a scowl to her source of laughter.

The principal looked around the audience to check the atmosphere, and then continued his speech again in a more serious voice.

“From now on, this is a very important part, so I hope everyone stays alert and listens. The prophecy of the Holy Kingdom, which had been treated as a confidential secret, has been made public. The Holy Sword has begun to glow, and soon a ritual will be performed to find its owner. It will be.”

As soon as the principal finished speaking, the murmur began to spread again. The principal raised her hand to calm her audience, and then resumed speaking as if nothing had happened.

“I believe you all know what this means. Also, there was an interpretation of the prophecy that the warriors of this generation will come from among the students of our St. Clifford Academy. So, before the Holy Sword Ceremony, you must train yourself well… “

The principal’s words did not last until the end. This was because a commotion broke out that was incomparable to what happened a moment ago. When the heat did not subside easily by raising his hand, the principal placed his hand on his neck and recited his spell. Then he cleared his throat a couple of times and opened his mouth again.

“Quiet.”

It was a quiet tone, as if he was having a conversation, but the principal’s voice resonated loudly throughout the banquet hall. Only then did the students calm down their excitement. The principal was about to continue speaking, but suddenly someone in the third grade row raised his hand and asked the principal a question.

“Evangeline. This is Gontas Warren from the Department of Martial Arts. No matter how much I think about it, I don’t understand why a warrior is chosen among the students. No matter how much you fly and crawl, isn’t that at the same level? Even if you are the strongest among us, Evangeline, one hair of yours can’t stand you. “You won’t be able to touch it.”

“If everything in the world had been resolved simply through force, the current chaos would not have existed. A hero is someone who follows his mission and walks his own path. Strength follows naturally.”

Despite the principal’s answer, the third-year student had a puzzled expression. As he withdrew, another raised his hand.

“This is Shadi Bena, a second-year student at Muhak. If she is selected as a hero, will she immediately quit the academy and go into combat?”

“Is that possible? You still have a lot to learn. The curriculum will be revised accordingly, so we’ll continue this story later.”

“Evangeline. This is Nimnia from the Department of Magic. I understand that those who can hold the holy sword are selected as warriors, but is the current story limited to the Department of Magic?”

“Holy sword is just a conceptual word. It doesn’t matter whether you are from the Department of Martial Arts or the Department of Magic. The holy sword will be shaped to suit its owner.”

“I see. That’s a good thing. A warrior needs intelligence to match that level.”

The female student nodded her head in understanding at the principal’s words, but as soon as the female student finished answering, complaints erupted from all over the banquet hall.

“Nimnia! What did you just mean?”

“Someone thinks it’s a gloomy magic department! They always stay in their closets and touch smelly reagents. What kind of hero are they?”

“Hey! What do sweaty kids like you know? If a hero emerges from among the stone-headed men of the Muhak Department, it will be a disaster for the continent. Do you know that?”

As Nimnia angrily responded, the commotion grew even louder. The first-year students who had not yet decided on a major were just confused, but the second- and third-year students actively participated in the argument.

Amidst the shouting, a faint image of Estelle was seen from afar with her hand on her forehead as if she was fed up.

If it had been normal, the professors would have already issued a strong disapproval, but for some reason, they were watching the situation for a while. As if he understood the excitement of the students who heard two important words, holy sword and warrior, at the same time.

“Now, stop it. It doesn’t seem like a good idea to show too much pride in front of first-year juniors. Wouldn’t this be enough?”

The situation finally calmed down after the principal’s words. The principal smiled lightly and continued speaking again.

Only the gods know the criteria for selecting a warrior, and a person’s status, strength, or gender are not important factors at all.

It also meant that opportunities were open to students from ordinary background.

Now that I think about it, it seems that the first hero, Valerio, was also a commoner. Even in today’s era, discrimination against commoners still exists, so there would have been no need to say more in his era.

But he proved himself by destroying the Great Evil. And later, he won the love of both the emperor and the duchess, and also built wealth that would be passed on to his descendants for generations. Even back then, was there a great nobleman at the time who looked down on him because he was from a commoner? Probably not.

If that were the case, they wouldn’t have just quietly watched the imperial capital being transferred from Drachna to Canias.

I saw ordinary students here and there with their eyes shining, as if they were thinking similar things to me. Although I couldn’t see it from my seat, Eugene was probably making that same expression.

If nothing else, they will overpower the noble students in terms of desperation alone.

The principal’s speech soon ended, but the students were still gathered there in small groups and talking. There wasn’t much else planned today other than the opening ceremony, and there was plenty of time to talk.

By far the hot topic was speculation about the student who would be selected as a warrior. Several strong players, mainly from the upper grades, rose to the top of Hamapyeong.

The principal had already said that strength and weakness had nothing to do with it, but even so, few people thought that first-year students would become heroes. They were each talking about their own guesses.

When a female student said that she would become a warrior and gather all the handsome men in the empire to form a harem, those around her burst into laughter.

But in a story like this, there is nothing more fun than knowing the outcome in advance. I was making my way through those people and leaving the grand banquet hall. Meanwhile, the sight of a female student with grass-colored hair looking around caught my eye.

Selene, who kept looking at me as if she was looking for someone, found me and smiled brightly as she greeted me. No one in this crowded grand banquet hall would have thought that the smile would be directed at me. As I was about to say hello in a similar way, I felt someone’s hand tapping my back from behind.

When I looked behind her, I saw a female student with gray hair and pale blue eyes smiling brightly.

“Sicella?”

“Edwin. How have you been? Why does it seem like it’s been so long since I last saw you?”

My first impression of Sisela was not very good, but it has long since been washed away after going through difficult times together. When I met her face, I too felt quite happy.

“…”

I turned my head to Selene to say hello to her. However, Selene’s bright smile had long since disappeared. She could only see two eyes staring at Sisela in silence.