Chapter 172: Fury — Interlude (3)
Fury Interlude (3)
The memory of beating Priestess Miya was still vividly clear in my mind.
There were many things to reflect on, like being irrational or imprudent despite having Alice as an enemy.
Well, what can be done?
It was unbearable.
Even if I could return to the past, I would repeat the same actions. I didnt have a shred of regret about defeating Miya.
Fortunately, White seemed to feel relieved after hearing about Miya. The fact that I actually beat her seemed to surprise her.
However, it was hard to predict what effect it would have on White, as the duel with Miya made her painfully aware of her own shortcomings.
I only hoped that it stimulated her motivation and had a positive effect on her growth.
White decided to focus on recovery and expressed her intention to forfeit all subsequent duels.
There were a few other students like White who needed a few days to recover. They did the same.
Suddenly, some students who lost their duel opponents were paired by the academy with others of similar skill levels.
The duel evaluation proceeded smoothly as if nothing had happened.
Alice
Intruded to a frightening extent.
I never expected her to come to visit White and use terms of endearment like Baby or Youre as adorable as always towards me.
Naturally, White and Merlin pressed me for answers.
I honestly answered, I dont know why that senior behaves like that.
Of course, I knew the reason. She must have suspected that I was the Nameless Hero and was likely trying to probe me for the answer by drawing me in with her friendly demeanor.
In reality, compared to Alice, the Nameless Hero was pitifully weak.
But on the outside, there seemed to be no one as fearsome and strong.
So, Alice must have approached with caution while employing her charms.
When I said, I dont know why Alice is doing this, it was because I didnt expect it to be this severe.
White and Merlin each made their own misunderstandings, thinking the Student Council President had taken a liking to me.
Even the Student Council President Senior Isaac is becoming more terrifying!
When White exclaimed that, I felt dizzy. They thought Luce had taken a liking to me.
White and Merlin whispered behind my back with conversations like Is this the appearance of a rival? and This is getting interesting.
Thus, the situation where Alice appeared to have unilaterally taken a liking to me became a source of enjoyable gossip for them. It was as if they were like housewives watching a morning drama.
Ha!
An arrogant snicker snapped me out of my thoughts.
On the last day of the duel evaluation.
On the dueling grounds, where all eyes were focused, I was lightly warming up.
I stopped warming up only after the vain blond noble, Tristan Humphrey, climbed up to face me.
Indeed, youre the kind that loosens up your body before your mind. Theres no other freak like you in the Magic Department.
As the person ranked ahead of him, Tristan knew my fighting style very well. I could feel that acutely.
He meticulously observed and analyzed the fighting style of those stronger than himself, pondering how he could defeat them.
His obsession with victory felt as blatantly burdensome as his uncomfortable stare
Really? I never thought about it that way.
I responded casually, tapping my shoulder with Zhonya Staff which I held in my hand.
Come to think of it, Ian Fairytale, who dreamt of becoming a magic knight, didnt seem to warm up before duels either.
Am I the only one?
Enough small talk. Isaac, today youll have to give up that ranking. This body, stronger than ever before, will bring you a miserable defeat! Hahahaha!!
Tristan laughed vigorously like a third-rate villain, then suddenly choked and coughed.
Having been acknowledged by him while attending the same class, he didnt seem so bothersome, which was why I snickered.
After all, I was just a nobody who got stronger quickly with the help of the status window.
The thought naturally arose that I had to seriously engage with the goal he was chasing.
I narrowed my eyes, slightly bowing my head.
I grasped the end of my round glasses and took them off.
At the same time, an icy chill began to spew from my body.
I concentrated.
I lifted my head again, opened my eyes wide, and glared at Tristan.
Come at me.
Upon hearing my calm remark, Tristan smirked.
My cold mana contaminated the mild air.
Tristan felt the cold pressing down on his skin and a chilling sensation running down his spine.
Instead, he laughed heartily, Hahahaha! trying to forget the pain.
Isaac, still focused, tracked Tristans movements with his eyes.
Whoooo!
Clatter!
Kwaah!
After drawing Tristan into motion with [Rock Avalanche], Isaac swiftly followed up with a [Frost Wave].
Suddenly reaching Tristan, he cast [Frost Explosion], detonating his ice mana to conclude the duel.
Above the dueling ground, swathed in swirling cold, Isaacs breath turned into white frost, whisked away by the wind.
The ice imprisoning Tristan dispersed into a faint blue mana.
Frozen to the bone, Tristan, now a bloodied mess, collapsed onto the dueling ground with a thud.
Duel over! Class B Isaac wins!
The referee declared the end of the duel.
Cheers and applause from the students poured out, as the duel presented by Isaac and Tristan was greatly admired.
The medical team rushed over with a stretcher. Amidst this, Tristan coughed up blood, regaining consciousness.
Not yet not yet
Tristan, with trembling hands, tried to push himself off the ground to stand up, but
As the aftereffects of fighting enveloped in wind hit his whole body, he lost his strength and collapsed to the ground. It was an overload.
Isaac quietly looked down at him.
Tristan kept trying to get up as if he could still fight, falling each time. Saliva and blood mixed, dripping from his mouth like mucus.
The memories of training that filled his head were trying to lift his body.
It was his uninteresting and desperate chronicle, running toward the dream of becoming a great wizard someday.
Isaac closed his eyes and silently sighed.
To offer a hand here would be an insult to Tristan, who had been chasing him with blood and sweat.
Pity would only poison him more.
So, the only thing he could say now was just one.
Isaac opened his eyes again and said in a sarcastic voice,
I won, Tristan.
As those words settled, Tristan stopped in his tracks.
Only then could Isaac turn his back.
Ill receive the evaluation later.
Isaac said this to the judges, then put his glasses back on and left the dueling grounds.
The medical team rushed past him.
Isaac deliberately did not look back and walked away in silence.
At that moment.
Ha!
The sound of Tristans confident chuckle.
Isaac paused and turned his head to look at him.
S-student Tristan! You need to lie down here!
You shouldnt move!
Tristan, with the help of the medical team, managed to sit up but refused to get on the stretcher, causing the medical team trouble.
Indifferent, Tristan, his face smeared with blood, chuckled. His laughter was tinged with a gurgling sound, perhaps due to blood in his throat.
Indeed I acknowledge! Right now, you are stronger than me! But!!
His tone was like that of a third-rate villain.
Tristan deliberately lifted his chin and showed off a smile full of arrogance.
His haughty voice resounded loudly on the dueling grounds.
If thats all youve got, it wont be long! Soon, I will! Crush you!! Hahahah!!
Tristan laughed heartily, then suddenly choked, coughing violently. Blood splattered on the floor.
Tristan empirically understood the painful training time Isaac had gone through.
Wondering how many agonizing days that damned guy had spent climbing from the weakest Grade E to his current state.
Not being able to beat Isaac must have been due to training less than him.
Then, to not lose to Isaac, to surpass him,
he would have had to work harder, shedding more blood and sweat.
No matter how frustrating, he had to move forward without getting discouraged.
Isaac, with a gentle face, gave a small smile, turned his head, and left the place.
Tristans laughter gradually subsided. Soon, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.