The Demon Prince goes to the Academy - Chapter 307

Chapter 307

I met a senior who gave me a strange feeling, but in the end I couldn’t know anything except his name.

Lydia Schmidt.

He was someone who made people cheap. It was definitely different from Bertus or Charlotte, but I couldn’t exactly explain what was different.

Harriet is in Group C of the finals.

Olivia was also in Group C of the finals.

As the round of 32 matches are going on anyway, it seemed like you had to be there in advance to watch Harriet’s match.

Herriet was the only first-year participant in the Royal Class, so there must have been some guys in Class B who wouldn’t come to watch, but mysteriously, all of them were rushing to the stadium.

Even if he wasn’t very close with Harriet, he was curious because he was a first-year student and a magic major participated in an unlimited level tournament.

Since there is no conflict between the AB classes, it was strange that there was a sense of motivation as classmates, even if it wasn’t to the extent of friendly relations.

With the exception of Ellen and Cliffman, who were going to the contest tomorrow, and Bertus, who was not in the dormitory at all, all the first-year students were on their way to the stadium.

“Whoa… … .”

“… … .”

“ha… … .”

“… … .”

“ah… … .”

– Pajik!

“hey! Why do you keep sighing unluckily?”

As I continued to sigh deeply as I walked, the feverish Liana flashed a flash and screamed. The kids all stared at it, but I didn’t even look at it.

“Are you not worried? The kid is going to have a fight with the terrifying seniors right now?”

My child went into the tiger’s den!

It’s not like first year students are in the waiting room. There, if a stern guy says, ‘Hey, cute junior lady, what’s wrong with this place, this isn’t a place for kids to show their strength’, would Harriet handle it?

What if there’s a guy like me out there who randomly starts a fight over there with stupid words!

“Is Harriet a kid?”

“Then you are not a child?”

“… … .”

“… … .”

ah.

We were classmates.

still.

we’re bored… … .

I can’t help but worry No matter how much I tell you that I will do well… … .

“ha… … .”

I sighed again. Liana frowned as she saw me sighing that the ground would disappear because of needless worry.

“Have a very ancestral rite to burn the denial, huh?”

“… … ancestral rites?”

Dettomorian, who had been following in a daze at the word sacrifice, looked this way.

“It’s not a rite, but at least a summary order that brings auspicious energy… … .”

“Detto. If that works… … . Maybe it’s like cheating… … ?”

“is it… … .”

“Let’s not respond to that.”

“huh… … .”

Charlotte stopped Dettomorian from doing something.

From the look on Charlotte’s expression, it was clear that cheating wasn’t the problem, rather that Dettomorian was thinking that doing something might have side effects.

“don’t worry. Reinhardt.”

As I continued to feel uneasy, Ellen quietly spoke next to me.

“Harriet will be fine.”

“On what basis?”

“just.”

Ellen was neither smiling nor frowning.

It was just his usual stoic and sullen expression.

“I believe I will do well.”

Believe.

The expression was somehow familiar.

Tell the Archduke of Saint-Ouan that your daughter is the most magically gifted person in the history of mankind, and that he can do as many things as he can to surprise the world. I said so.

With that said, you are sighing deeply for participating in a tournament among your seniors.

Even if you believe that you will do something or show something great, it will not be enough.

Maybe this was how the Archduke of Saint-Ouan felt when he heard the Magic Research Society’s research assignment.

When someone is important, it feels like everything that person does is unreliable.

Is it the kind of thing that a person dismisses as something he or she can’t do because of worry?

Harriet is unreliable.

But is it because I think that guy is so important?

Are you doing this because you don’t want to get hurt?

I am not his parent.

Still, it would be disrespectful to Harriet to think of him that way.

still… … . our mess.

From the first game, if you get hit like three great rice cakes… … .

What should I do… … .

Even if you try to change your mind, it won’t be easy.

This is sick enough.

“It’s okay, Reinhardt. You will do well.”

It was Louis Ankton, not Ellen, who had been saying that this time.

Of course, the Magic Research Club members were also here to watch Harriet’s match, and senior Ludina was the same.

Strangely enough, there was no sign of worry on their faces.

“Hey Reinhardt! Stop worrying unnecessarily and prepare to be surprised!”

Rdina giggled while covering her mouth.

Is there such a thing as a secret weapon?

It seemed that the Magic Research Society members put their heads together in this Harriet’s tournament and produced some result.

* * *

Of course, the least fun of the grade level tournaments are the 1st year tournaments. Because, of course, the level will be the lowest.

Then, it goes without saying that the 6th grade tournament is the most fun among grade level tournaments. However, as the grade goes up, there are always cases where juniors are stronger than seniors.

That’s why there are unlimited tournaments.

From matching the winners of tournaments by grade to each other, this was the biggest match at the festival since unlimited tournaments were created where you can get rid of the grade tag.

Generation after generation, when the winner of a 6th grade tournament advances to the finals of an unrestricted tournament, he often wins, but there are many cases where he does not.

So, this is bound to be the biggest event of the festival in name and reality.

soon.

It is the seat that covers the strongest temple.

Of course, there is a condition that it is only for the participants.

-Wowaaaaaaaaaaa!

That’s why people’s anticipation and cheers were incomparable to the first year tournament.

There was a huge crowd of people, and all the standing seats were occupied.

“Oh, that’s too noisy.”

Liana’s voice came from behind me.

The Royal Class seats were also fairly fully occupied.

Besides Olivia Ranze Heriot, there will be other Royal Class contestants. The shouts were so great that others would not be able to distinguish the sounds, but if I strengthened and focused my hearing, I could distinguish the whispers of people.

-Who wants to win?

-Won’t Radia-senpai do it?

-No, senior Olivia also participated.

-ah… … . okay? But I’ve never seen that senior fight. Isn’t he a divine power major?

-That was my major, but… … . I heard you’re really good at close combat.

-okay? who?

-huh? Where did I hear that… … . who said

The gossips around them came to see others, but in the end, most of them were about Olivia. There were 5th graders who came to watch Olivia’s game, among them the student council president Ceres van Owen and members of the religious club Grace. It was crowded, so I only exchanged eye-to-eye with them.

“… … .”

Saviolin Tana even admitted that Olivia is the next generation’s strongest, so you can understand Olivia’s skills without even looking at them.

The seat next to me on the right is Charlotte.

Next to him on the right sits Saviolin Tana, housekeeper and Charlotte’s bodyguard.

Olivia kept saying that she was good at fighting.

He also said he hates violence.

Both are known to be true. That’s why most of the Royal Class audience were talking about Olivia’s skills.

But an important fact.

It’s clear that few people really saw Olivia in action.

There were a lot of rumors about it, but since she wasn’t the type to show off her strength, no one seemed to have seen it properly.

There are a lot of words that say it’s great or amazing, but I saw it and how was it. No one did.

“Is Olivia really that great, Sir Tana?”

Charlotte, sitting next to me, whispers to Saviolin Tana.

After all, Charlotte seemed to be bothered by the sounds around her.

“Now you must call me teacher, Your Highness.”

Are you really strangely sensitive to that person’s title for himself?

“… … If that’s the case, you’ll have to treat me as a Temple student in the first place, right?”

“… … That’s not okay. How can I be so disrespectful?”

“Oh, then did you just call me Charlotte and treat all of my classmates with disrespect?”

“It is not. The temple has its rules, so follow them… … .”

‘No, if I say this, since I’m the housekeeper, according to the rules, I have to call Her Highness Charlotte?’

‘Isn’t that contradictory?’

‘I made a mistake.’

‘What do we do?’

Is it an illusion that I feel like I can read my thoughts even if I can’t see my face for some reason?

‘just… … . Let’s talk.’

“hmm. Olivia Ranze is an excellent student. Especially outstanding among the talent of the Temple Royal class with a promising future.”

“ah. how much?”

“Hmm.”

Saviolin Tana crosses her arms and watches the arena before the tournament begins.

“I would be very surprised if there were any students who were slightly below, if not equal to, Olivia.”

“Hmm Sir Tana… … . No, sir, how do you know about Olivia Ranze?”

“Most of it was from Epinhauser, my junior. As far as I know, Olivia Ranze says she hasn’t taken any close combat classes since her third year.”

Most of the students say that Olivia’s skills are amazing, but I knew why I hadn’t actually seen them. There was no reason to show it even in class.

“why?”

“He said he didn’t want to learn more skills to hurt someone.”

“… … That’s a funny word.”

“Epinhauser said Olivia was already at a level where she didn’t need to learn more.”

“… … ah.”

Charlotte seemed dumbfounded.

“At the moment you said you didn’t want to learn more, you already learned everything to the point that there was nothing more to learn, right?”

“… … In other words, that’s how it works.”

I don’t want to learn the art of hurting anyone anymore! (nothing more to learn)

What a funny man.

Anyway, after that, Olivia never took any classes related to actual combat, nor did she ever go to competitions.

“Of course, I have never seen my skills properly.”

Is it all that even Saviolin Tana heard from Epinhauser?

“Then it’s just rumors after all?”

At that, Saviolin Tana shook her head.

“Hmm, but there’s no chance it’s just a rumor.”

“why?”

“yes. Don’t you know that Olivia Ranze went to the rear of the front line during the Pandemonium War?”

“I heard that. In the treatment of injured patients and medical treatment… … .”

“majesty.”

Saviolin Tana looks at Charlotte.

She did not participate in the Demon World War. Rather than not attending, I couldn’t.

However, she would have no choice but to know the details of the circumstances surrounding the Pandemonium War.

“At a time when a single human hand was precious, could a powerhouse with powerful divine power like Olivia Ranze be able to do just that?”

“… … Did you really put it into practice?”

“Of course, it is said that he did not put it into practice according to his own will. But behind the frontlines, all sorts of things are bound to happen. For example, a surprise attack by the Demon King’s army.”

Me too and everyone at Temple.

I was thinking too naively.

It was a war, and everyone assumed that it would be so when they said that Olivia had simply treated people and looked after wounded soldiers because she had gone to the rear support service.

Just like the nickname of the Saint of Eredian.

Hearing that she had returned after doing a noble job like an angel in white, I just thought that.

“I won’t tell you the details because it’s not a good thing to hear.”

Saviolin Tana says, looking at the stadium where the first game is about to begin.

“Olivia Ranze faced unsafe things in an unsafe place several times and came back safely.”

“… … .”

Olivia is not a flower in a greenhouse.

She went through a real war and came back alive.

Is that why you hate violence even more?

That would never be a good memory for Olivia. That’s why she must have been saying that she just went out to serve.

“Olivia Ranze was called a reaper in that region, not a saint.”

Olivia killed countless demon lords on the battlefield where she went to save people.

That’s why even her allies were afraid of her and called her the Shinigami.

I thought that Olivia would not like the nickname of Eredian’s saint.

She actually had a nickname she would hate even more than that.