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I Reincarnated As The Greatest Genius of a Prestigious Family!
[Translator – Rainypup]
[Proofreader – Harley]
Chapter 110: Sabotage (2)
Priscilla was completely exhausted from dealing with the students who had been flocking in nonstop since morning. Although she occasionally recovered from fatigue with her divine power, in reality, she was more mentally tired than physically.
“Hey, if this keeps up, I’ll run out of tricks by tomorrow.”
As Priscilla was relaxing her hunched shoulders, a drink was brought out from behind her.
Dorian Artaq. He was the president of the Physical Beauty Club and was known as '#1'.
“Take it easy, Miss Priscilla,” he said.
“Oh my, thank you.”
As she took a sip, she felt like her body had melted. She really liked the way the sweetness spread through her body.
“It tastes good. What is this?”
“This is the chocolate I bought when I had some free time earlier. There happened to be a dessert club nearby.”
“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”
“If you need anything, please let me know!” Dorian was so excited by the compliment that he didn’t know what to do.
Priscilla secretly thought it was cute how he looked so flustered with his large body twisting around.
'Should we take a break after receiving the next guest? That should be fine, right?' Priscilla thought, putting her robe back on and greeting the next guest.
“What? There’s nothing special inside?”
“Yeah. I thought there was something because it was so noisy.”
It was a two-person group that was messing around. One had a considerable build and the other a rather thin appearance.
'Are they both from the swordsmanship department?'
Priscilla quickly looked at the two of them as she did whenever a guest came in. Judging by the position of the calluses on their hands, they were clearly from the Swordsmanship Department.
“Oh, I heard you’re pretty accurate. Can you tell me my fortune?”
"If you can’t, I'll complain, so just know that."
“What are you curious about? Love, money...” Priscilla asked, hiding her displeasure even though their tone was as rough as that of a street thug.
“Oh, never mind that. What I’m wondering is this: Can I join the Imperial Knights later?”
"I wonder if I can surpass my older brother and become the head of our family."
Despite the question that interrupted her, Priscilla activated her crystal ball.
Whoooooong.
Shining smoke.
“What? You read fortunes with that?”
“Isn’t this a scam?”
Be patient, be patient.
They were guests. It was common for people like this to come.
“The fortune has come out.”
Priscilla spoke to the big one first.
"The probability of achieving what you want is not high. However, if you try harder and work hard, it may not be completely impossible."
“What? I’m now a two-core! I have enough talent! Where did this fake come from...”
Priscilla's eyebrows twitched, but she soon continued with the fortune of the other one.
"It seems impossible for you to achieve what you want. Do you think your talents will surpass those of your brother? In my opinion...”
“What did you just say?!”
When the frail student couldn't stand it anymore and got up, the bigger one next to him burst out laughing.
“Hey, this horoscope is amazing. That’s right. He doesn’t have much talent, and he keeps talking about how he’s going to inherit his family...”
"Hey! Are you done talking?"
“Oh, sit down. The fortune teller will get angry.”
She was already angry. However, she was just trying to suppress it.
'What should I do with these damned bastards?'
As Priscilla suppressed her anger, the bigger student asked with a grin, "But I don't like my horoscope. What should I do? Does that mean my talent is lacking? Huh? Aren't these horoscopes a scam?"
He was purely unreasonable.
"This place is completely ridiculous. This is not going to work. Hey, go outside and tell the people waiting! This is a total scam!"
Priscilla eventually exploded. “There’s one fortune left. Would you like to hear it?”
"What?"
“A fortune for both of you came out at the same time.”
Whoooooong.
The crystal ball vibrated again, and the smoke inside swirled.
“Yeah... It came out like this,” Priscilla said as the purple light flowed out and permeated her hand. “You will soon be in great danger.”
"What?"
“You crazy...”
The two jumped up.
Priscilla looked at the two and thought that no matter how she looked at it, she could tell that they were students who came here to complain on purpose. Even if she had given them a good fortune, they would have made a fuss and said they didn't like it.
‘Ugh, fuck. You little shits. I don't know anymore.'
Two students from the swordsmanship department. Even though they were in an enclosed space, her divine power could easily subdue them.
Just as Priscilla was trying to raise her divine power…
“Who are you?!” The tent was cleared and #1, or rather Dorian, appeared. "How dare you make a mess here?!"
“Who is that?” The bigger one grumbled.
Muscles seemed useful, but wasn’t that person from that famous bodybuilder club?
“Why, it’s because I don’t like the horoscope.”
“It would be better to leave while we’re talking to you nicely.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
Bang!
When the big one slammed a hand down on the table with the crystal ball, the table shattered without a sound. The crystal ball rolled away, and the frail one kicked it.
“Just something like this...”
“You bastards!” Dorian rushed forward before Priscilla could do anything.
But—
Shlink!
A sword was drawn and aimed at Dorian's neck. Dorian stopped with great difficulty. The blade almost touched his Adam's apple.
“Look at this guy.”
In an instant, the atmosphere inside the tent became incomparably cold.
“How dare you barge in? I am from the Gibble County. Do you understand?”
House Gibble. It was a noble family with a certain level of fame in the capital. It was also the bigger one’s family.
'The Gibble County?'
Priscilla looked a little embarrassed. She didn't want this kind of political situation.
Of course, family prestige didn’t really hold much weight in the academy, so unless you were really an idiot, you didn’t tend to show it off. However, if you insisted on bringing it up, things changed a little. There was a chance that a fight between children would escalate into a fight between adults.
'There's definitely something there.'
It was unexpected that Dorian would show up, but judging by the attitude of the bigger student who insisted on revealing his family background, it certainly didn't seem like he came here with the intention of having his fortune told.
Meanwhile, Dorian lamented, 'If only I were just a little faster.'
Dorian was a martial arts student. However, this place was too cramped, and he never thought someone would draw their sword here.
It was a defeat.
'What should I do?'
It was a bit too much to gloss over.
“Is this the big threat you were talking about? It’s not even funny.”
Just as the bigger one was mocking them.
Shlink.
The tent opened and someone came in.
"I think I’m the biggest threat."
It was Dane.
Dane looked at the bigger student with his sword drawn inside the booth and the student next to him, and said coldly, “You’re acting up in the wrong place.”
Ping! Ping!
Two mana bullets flew at the same time.
The bigger student raised his sword in an instant. Even if it didn’t carry mana, it should have been able to deflect mana bullets just fine.
'Even so, it's just a mana bullet.'
If you tried hard enough, anyone could use non-chain magic.
So why?
Clang!
His sword broke and the mana bullet continued on its trajectory and hit his forehead...
Thud!
“Ugh!”
The bigger student fell.
“Kuek!”
Then, the frail one—who was hit directly in the center of his chest—fell to the ground, groaning.
They both fainted.
“Dane.” Priscilla greeted Dane warmly.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked.
"No. But...” Priscilla looked at Dorian.
“Heuk.” Dorian took his hand off his neck.
Blood was flowing. Even though it was a minor wound, it was bleeding.
“Dorian.” Priscilla approached urgently. "Are you alright?"
“I-I’m fine. Are you alright, miss?”
“I’m fine. Let me take a look.”
Priscilla held the divine power in her hand and touched Dorian's neck, healing him as warm divine power transmitted through the wound.
"Ah... Th-thank you."
“Why did you do that?! I could have handled it!”
“S-seeing Miss Priscilla being threatened...”
Dane chuckled at the strange atmosphere the two of them were giving off and approached the other two, who had just been knocked out by the mana bullets.
“As expected.” He looked through their bags and took out their student ID cards, confirming his suspicions.
Both were swordsmanship students, and both of them belonged to the 'Academy Sword Society’.
“These students are saboteurs, too.”
"Sabotage?"
“Yeah. They’re from the Academy Sword Society.”
“That’s a huge club.” Priscilla was taken aback by the unexpected words. “Are you saying they did this to keep us in check?”
“This is beyond keeping us in check.”
Terrorism was more appropriate than deterrence. It was the same with trying to paralyze the operation of the house of horrors, and also with coming to the booth and causing a ruckus under the pretense of not liking the fortune told.
“This is becoming a hassle.”
Priscilla knew very well how big the Academy Sword Society, which was practically the second platoon of the Swordsmanship Department, was. In terms of undergraduate studies, the Magic Department was the undisputed best, but when it came to clubs, it was said that the Swordsmanship Department had it all because it produced many legendary warriors.
However, Dane stood up in front of the unconscious men as if such facts did not matter to him at all.
“I have to pay them back,” he stated.
"How?"
“In a way they won’t even think to retaliate against.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll go and get revenge. I’ll go to their booth.”
Dane remembered the Academy Sword Society’s booths he had seen on his way here. Of course, he had no intention of committing terrorism in a cowardly manner like them.
By all means, through proper methods, he intended to strip them of everything.
“You just wait and see.”
A dangerous smile appeared on Dane's lips.
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The Academy Sword Society.
Among the hundreds of clubs within the academy, they were the oldest and largest. Naturally, they participated in this festival and had no doubts that they would achieve first place in the club division this year as well.
However…
An unexpectedly strong enemy appeared.
“I don’t like it.”
In a spacious club room, which was the largest in the Rocktale Hall, five members of the Academy Sword Society were gathered at a round table.
“What’s the news?”
Conrad Zion, a 5th-year Swordsmanship student. He was the president of the Academy Sword Society and one of the best swordsmen in the department.
The Zion March. It was a family that could be counted among the top five in the entire empire. Conrad was the second son in such a family.
“We have sent teams to each event venue. We should hear good news soon.”
“Hmm. Very well. The House of Horrors can be solved by just tearing up the scroll, there should be a ruckus at the fortune-telling booth by now... The treasure hunt should be easy. Did you say that person over there was Ernest Dylan?”
“Yes. From the Exploration Department, President.”
"Alright. Simple."
Conrad didn't like the sudden appearance of a formidable enemy. After all, it was a club created by the famous Dane Sogres, and his club had to win first place in this festival as well.
In fact, this was not the first or second instance of sabotage. As always, they did not hesitate to sabotage other clubs during a festival to secure first place.
“The traditions of our seniors must be continued.”
All the club members nodded at the solemn words. However, there was something that wasn't added here.
'Even if it's just to join the Imperial Knights after graduation.'
Club activities were very important for employment in the Knights order. In particular, there were quite a few Imperial Knights from this club. If you wanted to make a good impression on them, you obviously had to avoid missing out on first place.
'This will all end next year.'
Conrad planned on stepping down as club president next year, so he must have no blemishes on his career until then.
“What is the current situation?”
"In terms of the number of guests, their club still has more. But tomorrow, the tables will definitely turn."
"The important thing is to make it impossible for them to operate tomorrow."
“That will definitely happen.”
It was at that time that the heavy atmosphere began to slowly ease away that it happened.
Knock knock.
There was an urgent knock, and before Conrad could say anything, the door burst open.
“Oh, president. We’re in big trouble.”
"What's the matter?"
It was a club member. He was out of breath and could barely continue speaking.
“Dane Sogres showed up at our event booth!”
"What?"
“H-he just swept all the prizes in the ‘Close Your Eyes and Hit the Scarecrow’ booth!”
Conrad jumped to his feet and demanded, “What are you talking about!”
“W-We just found out. He was disguised so no one noticed...”
Close your eyes and Hit the Scarecrow.
Of course, this event was aimed at students who weren’t from the swordsmanship department. But then Dane Sogres showed up and swept up all the goods?
"This fucking..."
But the bad news didn't end there.
“P-president!” Another student’s screeching voice was heard from outside the door, and a member with a horrified expression came running in and said, “Something big has happened!”
“What’s going on now?”
“The sparring competition that just started... it’s a disaster...”
“What do you...” Conrad asked, doubtful. “Did Dane Sogres show up there, too?”
“That’s right. He’s just defeated all the challengers our club arranged with swordsmanship, and the finals will begin soon!”
Everyone in the room's eyes were filled with shock.
The sparring competition. It was a contest where non-majors, those not from the Swordsmanship Department, participated with swords. Instead of offering a big prize, this was a competition where you had to defeat a member of the Academy Sword Society who was a little less skilled by 'using a sword'.
But now, Dane Sogres was in the finals?
"Idiot! He didn't get into the Autonomous Department through swordsmanship!"
“W-we thought he could only get through one or two levels, but...”
Conrad made a hasty decision.
“I’ll go right now. You, you! Go to the scarecrow event site right now and assess the situation, and the rest of you, follow me to the sparring event site!”
This was not supposed to happen.
Something...
...had gone wrong.
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