I Realized It Was an Academy Game After 10 Years

“Viola, look at that…”

Viola turned to where Sif was pointing after tapping her shoulder. Her eyes widened at the sight Sif discovered.

“Is the Breather splitting in half…?”

“I think I understand why Johann brought us here…”

Sif chuckled wryly as she looked at the mess created by Quartz’s two sisters.

Even from a distance, the scale of the chaos was so large that Peymin and Hazel could recognize what was happening.

The monsters that were visible from afar were smashed to pieces in an instant. Even the sorcerers shooting spells from the back lost their focus, staring vacantly at the aftermath caused by the sisters.

“I feel like we’re not much help.”

“Don’t think like that too much. You’re still a student. It’s strange for a student to be active in a war like this.”

Sif comforted her, saying it was odd for a student to fight in such a grand war, while fiddling with something in her pouch.

“Johann said to use this if a powerful enemy appeared, but… will we even get the chance?”

Perhaps worried, Johann had given several items to his lovers for emergencies. As a skilled warrior and craftsman, the items he created were sure to be effective.

“We just need to make sure to do our part. If the front line pushes all the way here… you know?”

“Will it be pushed back?”

“No one knows that. They could pop out from underground—”

Sif shrugged and tapped her foot on the floor. If it were Johann, such enemies could emerge that way—

“…Sif unni.”

“…Would Johann have freaked out if he were here?”

A monster resembling a worm suddenly burst out of the ground, devouring several soldiers, making the two look at each other in disbelief.

“Well, all sorts of things are popping up.”

“Given the situation with rare monsters showing up, it wouldn’t be strange if a sandworm showed up.”

“If we leave it, it might cause too much damage.”

The sandworm was a troublesome monster.

It would hide underground, pop up, and hunt its prey, consuming it at a rapid speed, making it hard to deal with.

Especially in a battlefield, it would be even more complicated. The mere presence of a sandworm could disrupt formations.

“Right… hmm. Sif unni, I have a good idea.”

Viola pointed to the backpack she was carrying. It contained flasks filled with explosive liquid that Viola had researched all through her third year.

“If we smash them all where they come out, they might die the moment they surface?”

“Looks feasible… utilizing the sandworm’s behavior might make it work.”

“Will it really…?”

How would an underground creature differentiate enemies?

The answer was vibrations and temperature.

And explosion flasks weren’t bad at drawing a sandworm’s attention.

Explosions naturally create vibrations and can emit intense heat.

“First, let’s dig a hole…”

The two dug a hole in a relatively wide space and placed a few flasks inside it.

The ground rumbled. Viola unpacked her backpack and pulled out three flasks. She rolled two into the hole and held one high.

“Sif unni, hold onto the bag and stay back.”

Boom! Now that the explosion power test was done, this should be enough to catch its attention.

In the chaos, the success rate wasn’t very high, but if they succeeded, they could effectively reduce damage.

“One, two… three!”

The flask that left Viola’s hand flew toward the hole. Once she saw the flying flask, Viola turned and bolted with all her might.

It was clear she’d be ground meat if caught in the explosion.

As Viola fled, the flask collided with the hole, shattering and shaking the ground.

“Viola!”

Sif leaped to catch Viola, covering her ears. A minimal defensive move against the impending loud sound.

The deafening boom and vibrations subsided, followed by a terrifying tremor shaking their surroundings.

“Viola! Stay here!”

“Sif unni!”

Sif ran with the backpack toward the crater and dumped all the contents inside. During this, the tremors grew stronger, causing Sif to slip and fall flat on her butt.

“Unni! Catch this!”

Sif barely managed to stand by gripping Viola’s outstretched hand. The two staggered away desperately from the crater.

If they got caught in the explosion, they’d never see Johann again.

How long did they run? The two felt their bodies lift off the ground with a deafening explosion.

“Ouch…”

After rolling for a while, they finally managed to stand and look ahead.

“Ha ha… we succeeded. If we promote this, maybe it’ll have a premium attached?”

The two sighed in relief at the sight of the sandworm’s head blown apart into pieces.

“This should be enough, right? They seem to be wrapping things up over there too.”

Their gazes shifted back to the two sisters battling the dragon.

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“What a nuisance for so-called dragons~”

Peymin slashed through the Breather with irritation. No matter how strong Peymin was, she had to have been hurt after cutting through the dragon’s breath head-on.

“Ouch, that was hot. I’ll just avoid it next time.”

“Little sister. Just smash its head instead of mumbling.”

With a fierce glare in her eyes, Hazel retorted, and Peymin shot her an annoyed look in response.

“I know! I know! Damn sister.”

“I’ll take the right.”

Using smooth movements, Hazel darted toward the dragon’s right leg. Her actions were so stealthy that the legends watching over the leg didn’t even notice.

The kitchen knife in Hazel’s hand plunged deep into the dragon’s hide without hesitation. But compared to other enemies, the dragon was not small enough to be hurt by just a kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife might as well have been a toothpick against the dragon.

Unable to penetrate the dragon’s thick hide fully and hindered by its powerful soul defense, it was tough to actually harm it.

Realizing she needed to strike the dragon’s head to deal any meaningful damage, she started scaling it with the kitchen knife, stabbing at its hide.

“If I blow out its joints, the dragon will be useless, right? Just like this!”

Peymin chuckled as she rushed towards the dragon’s left front leg. The nearby legends stepped aside as she passed, preparing to join in the fight.

Having seen her deflect the Breather head-on, they calmly judged that there was no reason to stop her. Peymin quickly glanced at their actions before shifting her focus back.

Seeing Peymin move, the dragon immediately raised its front paw. It was trying to crush the troublesome adversary before it could attack.

Reacting instantly to the dragon’s move, Peymin tensed her toes and sprang back.

With her explosive strength, Peymin’s momentum sharply turned at a right angle. Successively shifting direction at a 90-degree angle, she whizzed past the flailing front leg and let out a whistle.

“Ha ha! This is awesome! Just like this!”

While it was already thrilling to kill numerous monsters, how would she ever come to hunt a dragon like this? Peymin roared with laughter, her aura of bloodlust unyielding.

This situation was just… fun.

“I’ll have to thank the heir after this! I might never get to come out again, but still, this fun memory was a gift!”

Dust clouds enveloped her vision. Peymin squinted, climbing onto the dragon’s claw, and started hacking at its toes.

There was no skill, no proficiency.

Just a wild flailing of attacks.

Though it looked like a child’s play, Kalintz couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight where every area she touched was getting bashed in like tofu.

“Where in the world did you bring this girl from?”

Having followed Johann, he expected her to be unusual, but he never imagined she would be this strong. Kalintz spoke to the legends who just finished their preparations.

“We should join in! With the young ones working hard, we can’t just stand by!”

“Right!”

“Absolutely!”

The old warriors grabbed their weapons.

Some made no comments about arms trembling from fatigue or breathlessness. They couldn’t afford to fall behind.

Those who were once enemies and once comrades began to move again to hunt the dragon.

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