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I Reincarnated As The Greatest Genius of a Prestigious Family!
[Translator – Rainypup]
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Chapter 113: There’s Still More Left
Conrad had never imagined that he would be defeated.
He just thought that Dane Sogres was mad with overconfidence after winning thirty rounds.
It was common sense.
He was considered to have the highest level of talent and skill in the Swordsmanship Department. Based on simple skills, employment with the Imperial Knights or a famous knight order after graduation was virtually guaranteed.
That was why he was able to assume the position of president of this club, which held the most power within the Swordsmanship Department.
'There's no way I can lose.'
On the other hand, what about Dane Sogres?
He was definitely amazing. Not only did he enter the Autonomous Department, which only two students had managed in the past hundred years, but he also demonstrated his talent as a genius in four different fields.
He was the youngest child of Count Sogres, one of the best houses in the empire.
Even so, Conrad would win.
There was the difference in their classes and ages.
Conrad had a whopping four cores. He was a quad class.
‘He can't be a quad-level.'
Quad class at that age? Something that could never happen. That was why Conrad never imagined that he would lose until he stepped onto the sparring field and drew his sword.
He simply couldn’t lose.
That was an immutable law in Conrad's world.
But what was this?
“Wh-what... just happened...?”
“I-I didn’t succeed even once?”
Conrad rushed forward eagerly and struck out with his sword dozens of times. However, he never succeeded even once.
Rather, Dane was able to block all of those attacks with great ease.
'Weird.'
More cores did not simply mean a difference in the amount of mana that could be used. Having more cores meant that you had practiced hard, and you would naturally develop the skills to overwhelm your opponents.
But Dane was now overwhelming Conrad.
Very leisurely.
That meant—
‘He’s more skilled than me?’
That couldn’t be possible. It was ridiculous.
“Are you tired?”
“Aaarrrgh!” Conrad rushed in at Dane's question.
Things took a strange turn.
It was a natural win, but for some reason, that obvious and unchanging truth slowly changed and revealed its true nature.
As the truth was revealed, what was gradually revealed was his defeat.
'No!'
Conrad swung his sword again and again, screaming inwardly.
Clang! Tang!
But every time, a sword got in the way.
As if he already knew where the next strike was coming from, Dane’s sword was there waiting in Conrad’s path.
“You should be inferior to me in every way! Why!” Conrad slowly lost his composure. “I am the greatest talent in the Swordsmanship Department! I have even experienced actual combat!”
Conrad was a senior, so he tried some practical experience. Although it was only a monster slaying, the actual battle made Conrad stronger.
But it was nothing compared to Dane.
“Actual combat?” Dane asked, knocking Conrad's sword away. "Do you know what real combat is?"
While deflecting Conrad's predictable thrusts, he tripped his foot at a completely unexpected timing.
“Ack!”
A counterattack that was completely unimaginable. It was then that the sword touched Conrad's neck as he was staggering.
“A real battle is... a bloody fight with flesh and blood flying everywhere.” Dane smiled coldly.
Conrad shuddered and took a step back at that scarily creepy smile.
“Haap!”
While pretending to do so, he raised his sword and pushed Dane's sword away, but—
Thunk!
“Ugh!”
Dane pushed the sword away and kicked Conrad in the chest.
“K-keuk.”
For a moment, his breath got caught in his throat. It was also an unexpected attack. Dane didn't just use his sword, he also used his feet, hands, and every part of his torso as weapons.
The sword.
Everything was irregular for Conrad.
Of course, he knew that one didn't have to use only a sword. But at least among the opponents he'd faced so far, there hadn’t been anyone who actively utilized elements other than the sword like this.
“I told you. You messed with the wrong person.”
“Y-you bastard”
Conrad almost got up in a fit of rage and attacked again, but that was Conrad's last attack.
“Ugh!”
Dane kicked the ground and quickly circled behind Conrad, striking him on the back. As a result, Conrad fell down violently and lost his weapon.
“D-did you just see that?”
“I couldn’t see it at all!”
“Conrad... lost completely...”
Conrad couldn't get up.
He hadn’t fainted. It was because he was embarrassed.
'Th-this is ridiculous.'
He dropped his sword and fell face down in a visible position, just like a frog.
It was shameful.
“D-did he faint?”
“It didn’t seem like he got hit that hard.”
When Conrad thought about the faces of the people he would face, he just couldn’t get up.
“President!”
“Move the president! Quickly, on a stretcher!”
Thanks to that, the Academy Sword Society was in an uproar over the president, who hadn't moved for a long time. A stretcher was brought in, carrying the president, and the members denied this unbelievable reality.
The crowd, on the other hand, cheered.
“Dane! Dane! Dane!”
“To think a member of the swordsmanship department lost in a sword spar to someone from another major!”
Quad-class Conrad, known as the best swordsman in the swordsmanship department, was defeated.
Although the standard Imperial sparring rules that did not allow the use of mana were applied, that was not an important fact. What mattered was the fact that he had lost.
As a result, the president could not open his eyes at all while being carried out on a stretcher.
And Dane, who had done all these amazing things, approached the vice president, who was standing there with a blank expression.
“See you after the festival. Prepare the money.”
“...”
“Surely you won’t back out when there are so many witnesses?” Dane reminded him.
'We’re screwed...'
The vice president was in despair, and Dane patted him on the shoulder, as if telling him to cheer up.
“Alright then.”
The House of Horror.
The fortune-telling booth.
The treasure hunt.
He’d put it off for a while to get revenge, but now it was time to go back. Dane's expression after completing his revenge looked very relieved.
On the other side...
“President! Come to your senses!”
"This can't be happening! The president lost!"
It was a day of humiliation for the Academy Sword Society and the Swordsmanship Department.
And the bad news wasn’t finished.
“W-we’re in big trouble!” A club member who came running out of breath delivered shocking news. “Our venue got hit again!”
Dane smiled at that.
‘It seems our revenge was very successful.’
Now, the Academy Sword Society would start a fight at the mere mention of the name 'Dane Sogres' and that strangely named club.
'Should I report this to the Academy Daily?'
Well, Dane didn't think it was necessary to do that.
“Excuse me, I’m from the Academy Daily. Can I interview you?”
Academy Daily.
It was a newspaper that rushed to cover and report on any incidents that occurred at the Academy. As expected, they'd already arrived and started reporting. Dane had a feeling that the article would come out soon.
“Should I slowly get back to my main job?”
His goal was also achieved. Now it was time to focus on the main event.
“I barely managed to take care of Karnas.”
“Kikreuk?”
As he was walking back from the training ground, Karnas popped his head out. He didn't wake up even once during the whole fight.
What a great little one.
"I'll give you lots of delicious snacks after we're done."
“Kikreuk!”
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It was the third day of the Festival.
There was no longer any interference from the Academy Sword Society. It was only natural that there wasn’t any. They were probably busy settling their karma right now.
As far as I knew, the 'Non-Major Swordsmanship Competition' was currently closed because there were no more challengers.
The 'Escape Room' wasn’t completely destroyed, but it fell far short of its expected revenue because Ernest had won half of the accumulated entry fee.
Leila had made full use of the Thermion swordsmanship to get first place on the obstacle course.
By the end of the third day of the Festival, it seemed like no student had surpassed Leila's record.
So, according to the rules, half of the entry fee would go to Leila.
"As expected, you have talent."
Leila was the daughter of Duke Thermion. Whether in the Swordsmanship Department or the entire academy, her talent was among the best. You could tell by looking at her swordsmanship.
Thermion's Swordsmanship. The sword technique used by Duke Thermion, who brought about my death in my previous life.
What should I say...? There was nothing particularly great about it, but on the other hand, it was a scary swordsmanship because of that same reason.
Balance.
Ordinary.
In the end, swordsmanship was something that, if unique, was bound to be destroyed.
“You’re doing well already.”
However, Leila seemed unable to admit it to herself. No, I guess it would be better to say she didn’t.
After all, Leila wasn’t the type to settle.
That might actually be better. It was better than being proud and stopping.
Anyway, thanks to the two of them, our revenge was successfully concluded. The Academy Sword Society obviously couldn't interfere with our events any longer. Even if they tried to interfere, they wouldn’t be able to. They'd be busy cleaning up after their own events went bust.
On the other hand, we...
“I never knew that you could make money by entering the academy.”
“Oh my god, is this all money?”
“Damn...”
The club event brought in a whopping 200 gold crowns. It was a record amount. We didn’t even sell food.
“We made almost half of the money at the House of Horrors.”
“Even though we set the entry fee high, it still had a huge audience. Can we raise it a bit next year?”
The House of Horror that Leila and I operated.
“How was the treasure hunt? Hey, 60 gold crowns?”
"I made it so that you can find moderately priced items to some extent, but made it so that you have to solve a quiz to find more expensive items."
A treasure hunt run by Ernest, who rented the Misty Garden.
"Fortune-telling is no joke, either. 40, right?"
“It took a long time to get the fortunes told. I’ll have to take more customers next time.”
Lastly, Priscilla's fortune-telling event. The net profit from the three events was 200 gold crowns.
Oh.
“You lot worked hard, too.”
"No, sir! Thanks to you, it was fun!"
There were these people, too.
The Physical Beauty Club, #1 to #6.
“Let’s distribute it like this.”
The four of us divided the 140 gold coins equally among ourselves. Since there was no limit to the contribution, it was done so for fairness.
“What are you talking about, Dane?! You should take 50.”
"That's right! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to do this!"
Of course, opposition followed. However, I didn't want to blow away the chance to gain trust with such a small amount of money.
“We all worked hard together. This profit was also made possible thanks to the connection between the three events.”
In fact, there was good synergy in that we gave discounts on tickets to other events of our club depending on the event. At this point, the remaining three eventually accepted my offer.
“Dane is a great man.”
“Oh my god, even my father didn’t give me this much in allowance...”
“This semester will be no problem at all!”
The three of them were jumping for joy.
“You lot take it, too.”
I didn't miss the Physical Beauty Club either. The remaining 60 were for them.
“Thank you for your hard work. Without you, we would have had a very hard time.”
“Sir, how can we accept this money? No. We are simply repaying a favor.”
#1, that is, Dorian, shook his head.
“I never intended to use you for free from the beginning. That’s not how people work.”
“Sir...”
The students looked very moved. Of course, paying these students a bonus was something that was already discussed with the rest of the club members in advance.
“10 each.”
"Thank you!"
“Wow! Ten gold coins!”
“What should I do with this? I need to buy some equipment! I heard that a new machine just came into the capital gym!”
“Yeah! That’s it! I have something I want, too!”
They were total exercise addicts.
Thus, the settlement was concluded neatly. Of course, the 'real settlement' was not over yet.
“How much do they have to give us?”
"I calculated it. It's roughly 180 gold coins?"
“Wow, damn...”
The Academy Sword Society.
The non-major swordsmanship competition event that I participated in.
Ernest's record-breaking escape room event.
Finally, the obstacle course event where Leila also set a new record.
The total amount was 180 gold crowns.
Of course, these weren’t the only events. They had run a few more events, but unfortunately, we didn't get to them. If that happened, we wouldn’t have been able to pay attention to our own events.
“Those people might be a mess. Their reputation fell so much it’s basically underground.”
Leila looked really pleased. I wondered if a member of the swordsmanship department should act like that, but Leila was a Thermion.
Of course, if they touched Leila, the rest of the club members—including me—would not stand for it.
“Won’t it be in the Academy Daily tomorrow?”
“The Sparring event has already been reported in the newspaper.”
“How sweet.”
One more thing.
We were the winners of this Festival.
“Then can we change club rooms?”
“Let’s go somewhere wide open, no matter what!”
I calmed the other three, who were excited, and said, "Let's take our time thinking about it and settle the accounts first."
We continued to settle accounts.
"So, the total amount of money earned from this event is 380 gold coins?"
"Yeah. 200 were settled and distributed, so how about using the 180 as the club budget?"
“Sure. Ernest?”
"Of course I agree!"
Finally, Priscilla also gave her acceptance. "I joined a really great club."
I chuckled at Priscilla's words and asked, "You just realized that now?"
After settling the accounts, we slowly started to clean up.
“We’ll finish quickly.”
All of the facilities installed in the House of Horrors needed to be removed and restored to their original state. The garden was somewhat better–we just had to take down the booth and that was it.
"Sir! We will do it!"
“I’ll take that! Give it to me!”
Thanks to the men from the Physical Beauty Club, it seemed like it would end quickly, and it did. Now there were two places left.
“I’m going to go treasure hunting booth with Ernest,” Leila stated.
“Oh, then I’ll go with Priscilla.”
As I was moving with Priscilla, I suddenly burst out laughing when I saw the president of the Physical Beauty Club, Dorian, standing next to me.
“What, when did you follow me?”
“Oh, um. I thought you might need a hand...” he said shyly.
And yet he glanced at Priscilla...
This atmosphere was something else.
“Then I’ll clean up outside.”
“Uh-huh.”
I wanted to sneak out after a while and leave them together, but Dorian left Priscilla and me behind and started cleaning the outside of the booth.
It would be nice if he had as much courage as even half his muscle mass.
Priscilla also looked a little dumbfounded, but whatever.
“Let’s clean up. Should I take the table?”
“Uh, yes.”
Priscilla took the crystal ball and I lifted the table. Suddenly, the crystal ball caught my eye and I became curious.
"But how did a Theology student come to study fortune telling?"
“Well, that’s... Everyone has their own innate talents. I happen to be born with the power of a star.”
“Star power?”
“It may sound grand, but you can just think of it as a talent for fortune-telling. I guess you could say that I can vaguely see the future? Well, actually, it’s closer to comforting people than seeing the future.”
“That’s interesting.”
“It’s on a whole other level compared to real prophets or fortune-tellers. Those people make their prophecies come true.”
If someone predicted when and where they would die and then went and killed them, did that make the prophecy come true?
It was when I was giggling at the thought that wasn't even funny...
“Dane, just a moment.”
"Huh?"
Priscilla stared intently into the crystal ball, then turned her gaze towards me.
“There are still some left.”
"What?"
“I got paid, but someone didn’t get their fortune told.”
I furrowed my brow.
"What does that mean?"
“There’s something like that. If I get paid but don’t tell them their fortune, I’ll get punished later.”
“They got their fortune told and didn’t like it, so they left?”
“No, he just said he didn’t want to take it and left. That’s why one was left.”
Priscilla then asked me, “While we’re on the subject, should I give you a reading?”
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