The Demon Prince goes to the Academy - Chapter 292
292 Royal
Class There are 22 freshmen in all.
Twenty-one people were all gathered except for Bertus.
In addition to Olivia Ranze and Rudina Saviolin Tana, she was twenty-three.
Of course, Olivia thought it was a mistake to be in here, so she patted me on the shoulder and went away.
I didn’t forget to thank Olivia, who was returning, for coming.
Despite the extremely bad relationship with Ellen, she stood next to her and cheered me on steadfastly. It was the same with Ellen.
Aside from the feeling that his head would break, it was only natural that he was grateful to Olivia.
‘Take good care of yourself. Winning is good, but don’t get hurt. That’s all you need.’
‘yes.’
After Olivia had gone, Charlotte and we roamed the streets in a large group of twenty-two.
There were musicians playing in the streets, there were performers, and the streets were full of life.
Ranian Sesor, music talent B-10, borrowed an instrument from street musicians and played it far more perfectly, causing passers-by to stop and applaud.
When was the last time you rushed around and did this and that?
I couldn’t remember too well.
Of course, there was no time to play until late at night. After gathering together for a meal and walking around for a while, everyone had work, so they split between going back to the dormitory and staying on the street.
It seemed that Charlotte was going to play some more with some of the class B kids and Saviolin Tana.
On the way back, I, Ludwig Scarlett, have a final tomorrow. And the musical talent of Lanian Sesor.
And the members of the Magic Research Society and Harriet.
Before I knew it, Ellen was walking beside me.
When you suddenly shouted earlier, I was really surprised and thought my heart was racing. Now, he was back to his usual dum-doom-chung.
“Are you okay?”
“Should I answer a lie so that you don’t worry about answering honestly?”
Ellen glares at me for nonsense.
Seeing Ellen protruding her lips after a long time makes me feel strange.
“Honestly, no problem.”
Poor physical condition is not a serious injury in the end, but rather an anxiety that will make a difference at a crucial moment.
It’s a very important matter, like Richard Howlman never beat me once because he kept falling behind on that one edge.
“Don’t get hurt. Don’t overdo it.”
“It should be.”
Ellen and Olivia end up saying the same thing.
Harriet was walking while exchanging stories with the members of the Magic Research Society at a distance.
It seemed that the Magic Research Society was putting their heads together to support Harriet’s unlimited tournament participation.
In particular, it seems that Louis Ancton is thinking hard.
What did you achieve? It was most likely an outcome I didn’t know about.
Can Harriet win?
I think that would probably be difficult.
However, already reaching the finals of an unlimited tournament is already a huge achievement. There is a possibility that I was lucky in the match, but luck is only possible if it is backed by skill.
Harriet, who had been concentrating for a long time while walking, looked at me and tilted her head.
“… … why?”
“… … No, be good.”
“… … Isn’t that what you need to hear now?”
but.
There is still some time left for the Unlimited Tournament, and the final is tomorrow. Harriet was dumbfounded by my words and laughed for a while.
“I’ll be fine.”
Harriet gave a warm smile.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him smile like that.
“So you are good too.”
Not everyone is rooting for me and not everyone wants me to win.
But there are people who want me to win.
At first, I just started it because of the achievement points, but for some reason, it is gradually becoming irrelevant to the original purpose.
I wanted to win even if there was no reward anymore.
* * *
As soon as they returned to the dormitory, Ellen and Liana Cliffman rushed off somewhere to prepare for Miss Mr. Temple.
But Olivia doesn’t look too busy, so what are they doing that’s so busy?
Of course, Harriet, who must have been busier, went not to the dormitory, but to the magic research club’s mansion.
It seems that the three brothers and Heinrich stayed to enjoy the festival, and there were almost no people left in Class B except for the finalists.
It’s called a festival. Of course, I played everything, but there was still a lot of time left.
“It’s subtly chilly.”
I went into my room, changed into my training clothes, and came out when Ludwig, who was sitting in the dorm lobby, started talking to me.
“… … I didn’t get into the B class dormitory by mistake, did I? I’m sure I can’t tell the difference between the right and the left yet?”
what are you doing here
Of course, since there is no AB class distinction anymore, it seems to be irrelevant. Ludwig rose from his seat.
“I’m a bit anxious.”
“unrest?”
“To be honest, no matter how I think about it, I think Gladen is stronger than me.”
Ludwig didn’t seem frightened. But in that expression, is anxiety sleeping?
“Then why don’t you practice with me? Scarlett said she would take a break today.”
“Hmm… … .”
Ludwig is a kind-hearted guy without any countermeasures, but I’ve never been more involved with this guy. I don’t know if it’s another person, but I didn’t want to have much influence on the main character.
However, it cannot be avoided forever.
“okay. I didn’t have anything to do either.”
All injuries could be treated by the on-call priest if he did not use magical power enhancement, so there was no reason to refuse.
* * *
– Kang! Caang! Kagak!
“ha… … . ha… … .”
“after.”
Ludwig took a short deep breath and scratched his head.
“I can’t do anything.”
He did not use magical power enhancement and only used autosuggestion.
I sparred about ten times and the result was my succession.
The rank of self-suggestion is A. It is a psychic ability that has obviously reached an advanced level.
There must be an obvious limit to self-suggestion since the higher-level ability, the command language, was derived. But in the end, psychic powers are psychic powers, and my greatly enhanced abilities were enough to deal with Ludwig.
The conclusion was clear.
If Ludwig makes it to the finals, it is clear that I will win. It’s to the extent that there’s no need for magical power reinforcement.
“Sick… … . Tired… … . It’s mine… … .”
But I was the one who won, but I was also the one who got tired.
This guy, whose stamina was above S rank, continued to lose in Dalian itself, but my stamina was running out on my side.
I won this, but I feel like I lost.
“Let’s take a little break.”
“Whoa… … . okay.”
My stamina wasn’t weak, but Ludwig’s stamina was like a monster, so I practiced sparring while adjusting the pace.
Perhaps because it was a festival, the dormitory was empty, and in the first place, only Cliffman and Ellen came to the A-class gymnasium.
There was a lot of time, so not only was I exhausted while swords facing each other for hours, but Ludwig was also sweaty.
It was the time when I was about to stop because it was over and my physical strength was at my limit.
“Will I lose?”
Ludwig murmured as he put the training sword on the stand.
It’s not that I look weak.
It was just that he intuitively knew that there was no chance of victory in the battle with Gladen Amorel.
I know I’ll lose, but I won’t give up. Because Ludwig is that kind of guy.
Looking at Ludwig, I wipe my sweat with a towel hanging from my chair.
“I guess so.”
I have no intention of denying it.
Gladen Amorel’s skills are better than Ludwig’s, and even better than Scarlett’s and mine’s. I can only deal with him with the variables of supernatural power and magical power enhancement.
Before that, though, the condition would be that he had to win the semi-final against Scarlet without incident.
Ludwig opened the window of the gymnasium.
The cold winter wind blew in, but it felt rather good because I was sweating profusely.
“Reinhardt, I have a question.”
Ludwig, looking out the window, speaks with his back to me.
It was the first serious look of a guy who was always bright and cheerful.
“What.”
“Did you fight even though you knew you would lose?”
“… … It did.”
“But you won them all.”
Ludwig looks at the darkness of the temple in the festival where the darkness is frost and winter has come.
I am the protagonist of some very strange things. I bumped into an unwinnable fight knowing that I couldn’t win it, but I’ve won all of them.
Everyone acknowledged that the F-class Eolchigi was the strongest candidate for the first year tournament in just one year.
An egg that hits a rock with an egg and always breaks the rock.
that was me
“How do you think it could have been?”
Ludwig seemed curious about the secret.
I don’t think it’s asking for countless coincidences to enhance superpowers and magical powers. I’m not even questioning the cheats I have.
“You have to believe.”
“You believe?”
“okay.”
I don’t have much to say at length, so I finally talk about my superpowers. Of course Ludwig knew that.
self suggestive.
“I will lose, but I have no choice but to lose. You have to believe it though.”
“You can win?”
“okay.”
I also put my training sword into the cradle and leaned against it, crossing my arms.
“I will lose, but rather than saying I will work hard, I have to believe that I will win at any cost and I will win.”
“What if I lose in the end?”
“What does that matter?”
Results don’t matter.
“I’ll lose but I’ll do my best is like an excuse prepared for defeat. Still, I worked hard. I’ll do better next time Aren’t you making a corner to escape in advance for your defeated self?”
After returning from the Dark Land, I lived with that mindset for a while.
I can’t say that I still don’t have that feeling. But you know what’s best.
You have to believe in the possibility even in the moment when there is no possibility. That way, the moment you see even the slightest possibility, you can hold it in your hands.
I will lose, but I will work hard is not a self-suggestion, it is only a consolation.
My ability isn’t like that, it’s self-reflection.
It should be written in the future tense that I will win, not the past tense that I worked hard.
Not by judging the past, but by judging the future.
It has made me who I am today.
“Rather than preparing such an excuse, I thought it was better to believe that I would win anyway. Is there anything else besides that?”
Of course, Ludwig is not a psychic. Even if you accept what I say, nothing will change.
“Run away… … . yes that’s it I am… … . That’s what it was. Saying I worked hard wasn’t enough… … . okay.”
Ludwig closed the window and turned his head.
I will lose
Although I can’t win against Glayden Amorel.
“See you in the finals. Reinhardt.”
Ludwig clearly said so.