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I Reincarnated As The Greatest Genius of a Prestigious Family!

[Translator – Rainypup]

[Proofreader – Harley]

Chapter 115: Chance to Change Club Rooms (2)

Leila Thermion.

She was the youngest member of House Thermion and the second-place of this year’s freshmen. Needless to say, Leila's talent for swordsmanship was somewhat of an oddity in the swordsmanship department.

A student who boasted outstanding talent even among the freshmen, but on the other hand, did not socialize with other undergraduate students very often. This was unusual, considering the fact that most freshmen didn’t do this.

'But she’s a Thermion.'

However, the reason Leila didn’t hear much criticism was probably because Leila was a Thermion and also had great talent in swordsmanship.

The Imperial Academy.

A place where a family's prestige was not well-received. It was known as a place where competition was based solely on talent and skill.

People said that, but...

Still, Thermion was Thermion.

How many people would dare to touch the daughter of the greatest family in the empire?

But today seemed a little different.

"Today, all first and second year students must gather in the auditorium as soon as class ends. Without exception."

A long-standing tradition that existed in the Swordsmanship Department, or rather, in most departments of the Academy.

Assembly.

Perhaps this assembly was the reason why a family's prestige was not as important.

By gathering them periodically, seniors impressed upon the lower years their status and authority, and this vicious cycle continued as the students who had been through the assembly moved up and became seniors.

This was particularly intense in the Swordsmanship Department.

Even students who had difficulty adapting at first and would mention their family names became obedient by the end of the first semester.

For the record, Leila had never participated in an assembly before. But today, the president and vice-president of the Academy Sword Society specifically mentioned Leila.

“Leila Thermion, you too.”

Unless you were an idiot, it was obvious why Leila was singled out, even though she was a Thermion.

'I guess even the seniors can't stand it anymore.'

'After all, the club she joined ruined our department's events.'

'But it wasn't Leila who ruined it...'

Some students supported her inwardly, while others did not. The important thing was that Leila was singled out.

Leila felt that if she left, something more troublesome would happen, so she decided to make sure that she did it right since she was already at this point and headed to the auditorium.

“The reason you’re all gathered here today is simple. We’ve been hearing rumors. It seems like we’ve been taking it too easy lately, isn’t that right?”

Sure enough, there were vague comments and fear-inducing remarks.

“Even among the professors, there are talks going around. These days, the freshmen in the Swordsmanship Department aren’t like they used to be. The reputation of our department is falling. Should such talk come out of the professors’ mouths? Should we seniors hear such things from the professors?”

The fear that was created by unverifiable statements.

Of course, everyone knew the general reason for gathering like this. It was because the Academy Sword Society suffered an indelible humiliation at this festival. The fact that one of the freshmen from the Swordsmanship Department was currently a member of the club that brought about that humiliation...

“From now on, freshmen will participate in all undergraduate events without exception. We have been accommodating them up until now, but from now on, we will not tolerate it.”

The auditorium was as quiet as a mouse at this statement. The freshmen were gripped with fear.

The vice president said, feeling a sense of pleasure at the sight, “I’ll fix your lax spirits. Today is hellish training. Everyone, be prepared, because you won’t be able to return to the dorms today.”

Hell training.

The students' expressions fell at those words. It was something they had only heard about. Hellish training that never ended until everyone vomited and collapsed.

At that moment, the vice president smiled inwardly as he looked at the students' expressions—

“Why should I do that?”

Everyone's eyes were focused on one place. The question came from Leila, who was standing in the front row.

“I did nothing wrong.”

The vice president said, as if he had been waiting, “You didn’t do anything wrong? Do I really need to tell you why we’re gathered here today? I didn’t want you to feel burdened, so I didn’t tell you, but the Swordsmanship Department basically has joint responsibility.”

“Joint responsibility? Then the seniors should also take responsibility. If that’s really what happened, then the seniors are also responsible for not leading their juniors well.”

The vice president was dumbfounded by Leila's surprising words and demanded, “What did you say just now?”

“Senior, you have a responsibility, too. If you want to give me some motivation, let’s do it together.”

The vice president let out a hollow laugh at Leila's words.

But why?

It was absurd, but he couldn't think of anything to say in rebuttal.

“And you talk as if you gathered here because of me... Why is it my fault?”

The vice president couldn't answer right away. Fortunately, another senior who was nearby spoke up instead.

“Because you neglected our undergraduate activities and focused on other club activities. On top of that, didn’t you join that damned club with a long and weird name and contribute to tarnishing our reputation?”

There was only one thing that Leila could agree with: the name was long and strange.

“Why is that defamatory?”

"Of course, because you intentionally ruined our department’s event as a member of that club!"

“I participated in the event properly, without breaking any event rules, and I ruined it?” Leila tilted her head at that. “How strange. Rather... some people maliciously tried to ruin our club events.”

“A-ahem!”

The shame of the swordsmanship department. The shameful actions of the swordsmanship club that others still 'officially' did not know about.

Not only that, but without any real success, they got caught and confessed that it was all on the orders of the higher-ups in the Sword Society.

“I don’t know. I’ve been a member of the swordsmanship department from the start, and I’ve always been proud of the fact that I’m a swordsman. Unfortunately, I couldn't join a club related to swordsmanship, but I'm training hard to raise the reputation of the swordsmanship department. Is there anything else I should do? Or is there something I have done that had really brought disrepute to the Swordsmanship Department?”

There was no one left who could refute Leila's words.

It was not because she was a Thermion. It was just that Leila's words right now were so correct that they couldn’t be denied.

“If not, I’ll be going now. I have other plans,” Leila answered calmly and walked away.

But then the vice president couldn't stand it anymore and stood in front of her.

“Have you forgotten your place after hanging out with people like Dane Sogres? You’re from the Swordsmanship Department! How dare you talk back against a senior from the department...!” The vice president grumbled.

This was a very important issue to him.

Senior authority and the 'honor' of the department.

Everyone had a slightly different standard for honor, but Leila, who had joined a strange club that was not related to swordsmanship and had 'ruined' the event, was the very definition of a dishonorable person.

“Do you think you can go to the Autonomous Department because you hang out with that boy? He’s just a mutant! Ha! Who knows? He might have given his soul to the devil to gain those talents. Hanging out with him must have made your brain—”

“What did you say just now?”

“What’s wrong with your head? Go back to your seat right now.”

Leila smiled coldly and asked, “What if I don’t want to?”

“Where did this girl come from...?”

It was at that moment that the vice president tried to grab Leila by her collar.

Whoosh!

For a moment, no one could believe their eyes.

“Huh?”

The vice president's body suddenly floated into the air.

Whoosh!

He spun around halfway—

Bang!

And fell straight to the ground.

"Cough..."

Something absurd happened.

A freshman...?

Normally, it would be because the freshman rebelled against the senior. Now, things were a little different.

The freshman defeated her senior, whose skills were significantly different from her own, instantly—and in the blink of an eye, at that.

'L-Leila was that strong?'

'No matter how unprepared he was... Was the vice president that weak?'

'That's ridiculous. I didn't even see it.'

The people who were there saw this scene clearly.

“Vice President!”

The other seniors who were nearby rushed over and helped the vice president up. Everyone looked on in disbelief.

“Y-y-you’re crazy! How could you go against your senior?!” someone blocked Leila's path and shouted.

Leila looked at her senior and asked, “Would you like to grab me by the collar?”

“Y-you...”

Leila ignored the senior and passed, then stood in front of the vice president, who barely managed to get up, and said, “I’ll stop here this time, but next time it won’t end just like this.”

How could she do such a thing simply because a senior grabbed her by the collar? It was something that other freshmen couldn’t even imagine, much less do.

But there was another reason why Leila did this.

“Don’t ever insult my friend again. That’s insulting me.”

“...Do you think you’ll be able to continue your undergraduate life comfortably? Do you think you’ll be able to do this?”

At that, Leila shrugged and said, “I think that’s something you should be worrying about, senior.”

The vice president was dumbfounded by those words.

He couldn't admit it, but it was true.

He had already been defeated by Dane in the sparring event, and now he was overpowered by a freshman—his junior from the same department.

In an instant, at that.

How could he face anyone? Everyone would... doubt his abilities.

“Then I’ll just leave,” Leila answered nonchalantly and left the auditorium.

Some of the freshmen who were looking at her back cursed inwardly. Some were secretly cursing Leila for having brought things to this point.

'We gathered because of her, but we lost.'

'Look at this mood...'

Of course, that was none of Leila's business. She probably wouldn't care even if she knew. Rather, something inexplicable began to rise in the hearts of most freshmen.

'Awesome...'

'Oh my god...'

A confident attitude.

The courage to subdue a senior in an instant without even blinking an eye.

Above all...

A cool, effective blow to their senior, who always annoyed them.

On the other hand...

'I wonder if the vice president lied about his abilities?'

'He got beat up by two freshmen in a row... If I were him, I'd be so embarrassed that I'd quit.'

The number of people doubting the vice president's abilities was rapidly increasing.

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As soon as she entered the club room, I comforted Leila as she huffed in anger.

"Good job," I said.

"I...should be fine right?" Leila told us what had happened as soon as she arrived.

First of all, it was funny. In front of her peers and seniors, she flattened the vice president of the Sword Society.

“It’s fine. No one will touch you, right?”

“W-would they not touch me because they think I’m insane?”

“Well, that could be possible?”

“Ugh, I’m screwed...”

Still, she was amazing. To resist without giving in...

In fact, in the academy, except for cases like mine, the words of a senior would have absolute influence, but Leila overcame that.

“It’ll be fine, Leila. But you’re amazing. You managed to subdue your senior so quickly?”

“H-how did it come to this...?”

Ernest and Priscilla praised her, too.

“Anyway, once you become a senior, you won’t have to participate in department activities. And if you’re good at it, people will call you wherever you are. Don’t worry,” Priscilla stated.

"I guess so..."

In fact, it was true that one’s future was determined by one’s undergraduate life. This was especially true in a place like the Swordsmanship Department, where there was a well-established network of seniors and juniors.

But Leila was from House Thermion. She also had the ability to subdue the vice president in an instant.

“Ugh. I don’t know anymore. What could happen?” Leila shook her head in resignation. “But where did you agree to get the money?”

"The neutral location. The Misty Garden," I said.

"Aha."

By the way, we just left the club room and were on our way to get our money. The location was also decided to be the Misty Garden. Since they were the ones who were trying to ruin the event, I didn't know what they would do, so I decided to do it in a neutral place.

I could see the president, Conrad, who couldn't bear to meet my eyes. Instead, it seemed like he was glaring at Leila, but Leila met his gaze confidently, her trembling expression gone.

With that kind of confidence, I felt like she could do anything.

“Did you bring the money as promised? Half of the total event cost.”

“...Yes.” Conrad nodded to one of his companions. Then, he handed me a bag of money.

As soon as I received it, I opened it and started counting.

"Do you have to count it here?" Conrad asked in annoyance, but I tilted my head.

“Then, should I trust those who sent spies to ruin our club event?” I asked.

There was no way to refute that.

I counted all of the money in front of them. Finally, I checked that the amount was correct.

“It’s right. 180 gold crown coins.”

Half of their event proceeds. It was less than I thought, but considering their main event was a bust this time, it was still a lot of money.

“I’ll believe you gave half instead of a third.”

“...Do you think we care about money?"

“Isn’t that why you were planning to use those six people to ruin our events?”

“Watch your words!” Conrad shouted in humiliation.

It ended up being a stupid thing to do since the ones watching our deal in the garden were looking.

“You... You will regret this someday.”

In my experience, I’d never regretted anything when someone told me I’d regret it.

Well, a declaration was free.

I threw one more word in, saying, “I’ll use this money well. I have a lot to spend on. I need to buy new furniture and other things. By the way, how big is your club room?”

"What?"

“We’re moving in soon, so I wanted to let you know in advance.”

At those words, Conrad's face paled and he asked, “R-really...? You are going to use the club room exchange ticket to get our club room...?”

“Yes. Of course.”

Because if you had to stomp them down so they wouldn’t come back to bite you.

I asked Conrad, who had a blank expression on his face, “Why, you didn’t expect that?”

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