Chapter 25

Glaskan Subjugation Battle (5)

Tarkan’s roar traverses the Nail Pavilion corridor. The sound, so sharp as to cut out the eardrums with a knife, makes everyone swallow dry saliva.

Entering the Nail Pipe Corridor battle. The person at the forefront is the gloomy Clevius.

“Eh! I don’t know! This is where my life ends!”

‘Gloomy Clevius’, the first-year member of the combat club.

He always says ominous things, complains a lot, and even looks gloomy, so I just think he’s a pitiful person every time I see him, but basically, Clevius is the type that is strong in times of crisis.

He is an innate coward, and even though he holds the position of head of the combat department, he is strangely unsure of his own abilities. It may be due to an unfortunate family environment or life history, but that is not important.

The key point is that his tenacity is at a level that even someone in the combat division can put his finger on the tongue.

“Aaaah!”

He is wearing a splint on one of his fractured arms. Just sprinting at full speed would have caused intense pain, but Clevius crossed the nail pipe corridor as if nothing had happened.

This nail hall is located in the center of the three student center buildings and is used as a meeting place or combat training center. As it is a place where people come and go all year round, it is kept clean and well maintained. As proof of that fact, there is not even a single speck of dust on the marble floor of the long corridor.

At the end of the corridor, which extends about 50 meters, is a huge door leading to the combat training area. It was the very place where 1st and 2nd graders practiced joint combat. The wide door that welcomes any student of Sylvania is now blocked by a huge flaming lizard.

Just making eye contact brings back the fear from the previous subjugation.

Tarkan slowly stood up and once again let out a roar that sounded like a sharp shredding sound. As soon as Clevious saw Tarkan like that, his legs started shaking and fear began to take over his body.

“Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!”

Clevius clenched his teeth and had difficulty controlling his frantically trembling body. Every sense in his body was screaming at him to run away, but he knew well that if he threw everything away, he would end up neither porridge nor rice.

Fortunately, I have Comrade Gil. You don’t have to face that great fear alone.

There is Ed Rothtaylor, who is so confident and calm, and Lortel Kecheln, who cool-headedly analyzes the situation even in any crisis situation. They are very different people from Clevius, who makes a fuss and gets scared even in the slightest crisis.

I don’t think he can do any significant damage to Tarkan, but at least he doesn’t enter this hellhole alone. That fact is the least bit of comfort in this hopeless situation.

“It’s coming! The battle is about to begin! What should we do now...!”

After checking Tarkan, who was rushing towards him as if he was going to eat him at any moment, Clevius looked back to ask his colleagues about their policy.

Unfortunately, there was no one there. Sadly, Clevius never looked back as he rushed in here. I was so panicked and sprinting that I didn’t have time to worry about anything else.

Only the hallway of the nail salon that he ran into is straight, and his colleagues, who must have been running with him, are completely gone.

Cold sweat began to well up from Clevius’s back like crazy.

“You tricked me! You tricked me!”

Clevius screamed with a face that looked like he was half crying.

“Hey, you crazy people! Hey! Where are you? Come out! What are you going to do with me? Why am I the scapegoat? If you’re going to do it this way, why don’t you send Taily, who was claiming to be the scapegoat! Why me! Aaaaaaa!”

Clevius, who was screaming in the most disgusting way in the world, ran away like crazy, leaving behind Tarkan, who was running towards him.

If this was going to happen, I didn’t trust that damn Ed Rothtaylor. I had to persuade Princess Fenia, even if it meant hitting the floor and yelling like an immature child.

I was fooled by Princess Fenia’s strong appearance and ended up following her policies, but I resent my past self.

“Why are you doing this to me? Ahhh! I hate you! I hate the whole world! Please help me! Please, I was wrong! Ahhh!”

The sight of Clevius running away with tears in his eyes was pitiful.

*

– ‘We’ll pretend to enter together, but if Clevius seems to have lost his mind, we’ll leave again. That bastard is a coward and will never do it if you tell him to go in alone, so this is a necessary step.’

The dawn light rises from the east. Soon this long night will end.

Lortel gently closed his eyes once. The location is a corner of the student plaza that is a long way from the student center. You can see three large buildings. In front of the Nail Pavilion that Clevius entered, the half-destroyed Glokt Pavilion, and right next to it... the Obel Pavilion that Ed Rothtaylor had just run into.

I concentrated my mind and brought out the magic power of my entire body. In a corner of my head, the conversation I had with Ed Rothtaylor is replaying.

– ‘The first step is to push Clevius into the nail tube corridor.’

– ‘Does that mean you will eventually sacrifice Clevius? It may not be a bad choice, but it cannot avoid moral criticism.’

– ‘If it had been such a one-dimensional measure, I wouldn’t have said anything.’

Lortel focused on the sound of Clevius’s screams coming to his ears.

– ‘The most important role will be yours. Lortel. You will be in charge of securing the entrance to the Yenika suppression team and in fact, you will be responsible for inflicting the fatal blow on Tarkan.’

There is no hesitation in the words spoken by the fallen nobleman. Even in the midst of this dizzying, confusing, and urgent situation, I have no hesitation in my decision and am confident in the policy I have decided on.

Lortel closed his eyes.

Since I was an adult, I have walked the path of mourning and experienced countless crises even at a young age.

A crisis is a crisis because it was unexpected. From paper crises that block logistics distribution or bottlenecks in the cash flow of a commercial company, to actual crises such as a secret struggle or scheme by a competing commercial company.

From Lortel’s experience, he knows that crises are usually an invaluable opportunity that allows us to see through human nature and the bottom.

I remember Ziggs’ back as he left the garrison.

I am disillusioned with the sentimental egoism that prioritized only one’s own feelings in a crisis situation where one does not know what is ahead.

I remember Princess Fenia, who helped Ziggs.

I despise the weightless decision of someone who must be firmly rooted and centered more than anyone else.

A truly trustworthy person is one who tries to find the right answer with firm conviction in the face of any crisis or unexpected situation. This is a person who is not consumed by fear, is not swayed by emotions, and does not try to doubt his or her beliefs.

– ‘First of all, the most urgent thing is to send the Yenika suppression team into the combat training range. Subduing Tarkan is something I have to think about next. So, first, concentrate your mind and listen to the sound, and when you think Tarkan is far enough away... just destroy the wall on the side of the combat training room.’

The key is to keep Tarkan and Velosfer separate.

The worst thing is that the Yenika suppression team faces a situation where they have to deal with Tarkan and Velosfer at the same time.

“Whew... really... speaking in a boastful way...”

By nature, Lortel is in the position of giving instructions rather than receiving instructions.

Due to his status as a first-year student and the fact that he lives with the extremely noble royal family, he does not stand out.

However, Lortel’s position within the Elte Chamber of Commerce is such that even mature and old merchants bow their heads at least once.

Normally, he would live his entire life on a commercial island and would have no need to set foot in such a place of learning. Although I entered Sylvania due to some ‘necessity’, its essence does not change.

A fallen nobleman, a person on the edge of a cliff with no money left, is absolutely not in a position to listen to orders to do this or that from someone like that.

However, there is a strange faith and confidence in Ed Rothtaylor’s words.

He assures her that he can overcome this crisis situation, which makes even Princess Fenia, who has lived the life of a monarch, hesitate, if she just follows his instructions.

His tone, devoid of even the slightest doubt, clearly makes one think he has experienced even such a sudden crisis countless times.

Where is the bottom of the person called Ed Rosstaylor?

Three gold coins were clearly returned to the hand that was shaken.

“Hmm...”

Lortel, who lived in the slums before being picked up by ‘Golden King Elte’, knows well the psychology of those who are in a corner.

“What is it? Ugh, I’m shaking... uh...”

It’s not day in the first place, it’s night. It’s to the point where I can’t even call it a nap anymore. I wanted to ask why he was sleeping so long, but the reason was so obvious that there was no need to ask.

For lazy Lucy, the act of sleeping itself is a means of recovering magical power. This dispirited girl, who had no sense of danger whatsoever, had spent an absurd amount of mana just last night just to run away from the senior maid, Belle.

I used high-level spatial magic without chanting for quick casting, and the distance was from Ofilis Hall to the northern forest. Since you’ve run out of mana after doing something crazy like that, you need to rest if you want to regain that huge amount of mana.

It was very Lucy-like that the place and method was to sleep on the rooftop of the Obelgwan, but unfortunately, now was not the time to rest or relax.

Since I’ve eaten so many pieces of beef jerky and even destroyed the drying rack I put so much effort into, I need to do something to deserve it. There is no free lunch in this world.

Still, I’m not completely heartless. I took out the leather pouch I brought from the reading room and opened it. Inside was a lot of jerky that had been dried and stored in advance.

“Umm... Beef jerky..? It smells like beef jerky...” He

looks dazed because he hasn’t woken up yet, but he can smell the beef jerky like a ghost.

-Quaak

I picked up a handful of beef jerky and stuffed it into Lucy’s tiny mouth.

“Ugh-! Ugh-!”

“Eat a lot!”

After saying that, he picked up Lucy and ran along the railing.

“Muk mamya! Stay mamya!”

My jaw hurts! There are too many! I think he said that.

The high-ranking fire spirit Tarkan can be seen beyond the railing. Clevius, who has performed his role brilliantly, is running towards us with a crying expression, and Lortel, who has cast the largest ice spear he has ever created, also looks small.

Perhaps all of Lucy’s magic power had not returned. What was it all? Only a small portion of the mana, which was like an ocean, must have been recovered.

Still, that’s enough. Just as Tarkan’s existence is absurdity itself, Lucy’s existence is also absurdity itself.

“I hope you enjoyed it...! I need to take care of that skin!”

“What?”

I held up Lucy, who couldn’t even pronounce words properly due to the pile of jerky stuck in her mouth, and took a stance.

Since the target is a burning lizard, it can be seen clearly even in the current situation, which is a bit dark.

Will the distance come out?

There’s nothing to worry about. I tried it a lot in the military.

Check the target – Remove the safety clip – Pull out the safety pin and throw!

“Everybody get down!”

He screamed so loudly that it echoed throughout the hall and threw Lucy with all his might over the railing to where Tarkan could be seen.

“Mmmama-!”

Lucy screamed like that, and then she looked completely awake.

“Daughter-in-law, mame-!”

That’s too much! I think he said that.

I’m sorry, but from my perspective, this is the only way out.

Lucy’s screams as she walked away helplessly with a mouth full of beef jerky echoed throughout the student plaza. It’s too much – it’s too much – it’s too much – A moment of silence after greeting Lucy as she falls away.

– Quaaaaaaaaaa!

The power of lightning spread around Lucy, a high-ranking lightning magic spell called ‘Never’s Punishment’, and covered the entire area.

Due to the shock that occurred so quickly, a violent wind swept through the area and I had to hold on to the railing.

“Pfft!”

Once the shell is blown, the Tarkan battle itself becomes worth playing with just the current members.

I gathered myself and stood on the railing again.

It’s time to finish.

Up until now, I was anxious because I was wondering if everything would go as planned, but if you’ve come this far, there’s only one thing that’s important. One might say that this situation is snobbish, but it is a serious issue in its own way.

Tarkan is a high-ranking fire spirit. It goes without saying, but the enormous amount of spirit skill proficiency given when you defeat it... should never be wasted. In some ways, this is the most important moment of all.

Now that we’ve come this far, there’s one thing I can never compromise on.

“Last hit..!”

Last hit!

You have to take the last hit!

You can never give in!

I quickly started running down to the outskirts of the student square where Lortel and Clevious were.

*

– ‘I am so proud of you, our dear daughter Yenika.’

– ‘I’m so proud to be your friend, Jenika.’

– ‘You are the hope of the second year. You were the only one who showed proper skills in this joint combat practice.’

– ‘If you are a Yenika student, you can trust us.’

– ‘If it weren’t for you, this second year would have been the worst. I’m so glad I had you. Yenika.’

The memories that leaked out were very heartbreaking.

Beyond the collapsed wall of the Obel Hall, the sky is slowly becoming brighter.

The twinkling stars in the girl’s eyes were disappearing, as if the snow was melting. The girl ended up mocking herself for even expressing such romantic sentiments during this time.

The number of punitive forces that attacked was not as large as expected.

A girl who was sitting quietly chanting in the center of the combat training center quietly stands up.

The oak staff he always carries is stained black.

The eyes of the spirits guarding her are unusually eerie, making those who see them cringe.

The girl who had been chanting spells in the midst of countless corporeal spirits and lower-level spirit beasts... slowly looks back. As if possessed, I look for the face of a boy, but that boy is not among the punitive force. It’s natural.

The faces of the subjugation team members all looked at the girl.

To them, the curses of Belosper that embroider her body seem like chains that are binding the girl. The girl smiled sadly at that fact and quietly muttered.

“Come on.”

The final battle of the final scene of Act 1. Battle of Yenica Palover.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much time allowed to exchange impressions with each other.