My Magical System-Chapter 143

Chapter 143: The Merciless Clan

The academy life of the previous host was rougher than he thought, but it fits the new him. Like for example the thing that happened yesterday. He easily got information regarding the empire and the academy.

In regards to the empire, those fools of the Redwing clan hadn’t much information to what he already knew.

It might be different if he used the brain reading ability of the Elder Dark Priest. But he didn’t go to such lengths as there were some variations he needed to reconsider.

First, he could not kill them because some students saw him together with that Rou person when he led him to their clan barracks. It would be easy to connect the dots if those people suddenly disappeared.

Second, the Elder Dark Priest could not redundantly use the spell as it required a massive amount of magical energy, and he was yet to master the spell. Currently, he could only use it one to 3 times a day.

But because the Elder Dark Priest already used them in some of his research on the other subjects, he had to wait for the next day. It would be troublesome if he kept those people hidden for long. It might cause unexpected complications in the end. Hence, he had to avoid it.

The third reason that he didn’t kill them wasn’t so important. He just wanted those fools to suffer more like how they made the previous host life suffer.

.....

He also learned from them the importance of the clan inside the academy. A student must be a member of a clan if he wanted to get good grades regarding magic? Not only that, it looks like the big clan was affiliated with the great families outside the academy.

Ah right, while questioning those fools, he noticed the leader of Redwing, Jakuzen, was a spineless person. It might also be the reason that he learned the rage ability, to exclude himself and be drowned by anger because it was hard for him to fight when he was in his right mind.

What a weirdo.

He took advantage of it by threatening him that if he didn’t disband his clan something bad would happen to him. Just by saying it, that guy shuddered in fright.

The place where he took them was the torture room of the Elder Dark Priest. But he released them after he clarified that those fools won’t be coming to bother him again. Confusion and doubts were apparent on their paled faces. They were even paler than ghosts and only a little thicker than undead skeletons. It was the result of getting wounded repeatedly.

In regards to their healing, Elder Dark Priest was hiding in the shadows and secretly cast healing whenever he uttered the word “heal”.

After leaving the Redwing clan barracks, he was stunned to see the flustered Herro outside the door.

Together with him were some people, but most of them looked so, non-combatants. Or perhaps, why was one of them so thin, like he didn’t eat for a whole month? And the other one was a fatty dude. Oh, looks like there’s a normal one. The person had chocolate-colored skin, with towering height and well-built muscle. And... and... yeah, aside from Herro, there was truly no normal among them.

Although the chocolate-skinned guy had a well-built muscular body, he wore make-up on his face while sending a wink to him.

What kind of gathering was this? On top of that, they were wielding wooden sticks. He wondered what they were using it for?

Seemingly noticing his troubled face, Herro stepped forward and told him that they were members of the Merciless Clan.

A bead of sweat appeared at the back of his head as he thought, ‘What with that cool-sounding name?! Or perhaps, instead of Merciless, this clan is more like on the verge of mercy! Ahaha.’ He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Though he didn’t voice out his thoughts.

Herro explained that in the Merciless Clan he was the clan leader and looked like Eman was the clan deputy. And these three people were the only members they could gather last year. In short, it was their own clan. What? Their own clan?

“.....”

Before we forget their reason for coming in the Redwing clan, they came here to rescue him. One of Herro’s acquaintances told him that Eman was together with a member of the Redwing clan.

Herro felt a foreboding feeling and rushed here with the other members. He knew how nasty these people from the Redwing clan treated his sworn brother. That’s why he immediately came here.

“Brother, are you sure they did nothing to you?” Herro’s doubtful question after he told them that he was fine.

“Yeah, nothing really,” Eman confirmed. Seeing that there were no visible wounds and gashes on him, Herro sighed in relief. He came here with the resolve of taking a beating.

The next day, as usual, Sol and Eman went their separate ways once again after entering the academy.

While he was walking in the corridor, some snort was thrown out towards him, coming from the people around. Some showed disgust, that whenever his eyes met theirs, they would glare of disdain at him. There were also some whispering to each other, saying unpleasant remarks to him. Thanks to his heightened hearing. Even their whisper was more like talking normally to him.

There were also some who had surprised faces, asking the person beside them how this worm survived the subjugation mission. Well, even if they asked the person beside them, no one could give them a proper answer.

But Eman felt sorry for the previous host. Looks like most of the students here wished him to die. It must also be the reason that he died.

Aside from that.

It seemed like he was well-received in this academy huh. In a bad sense though.

The previous host’s academy life was more or less the same as his high-school and university days. Yeah, he was reincarnated, sounds good, but why does it have to be in a person with the same experience as him? Mr. Fate truly enjoys making him suffer huh. Well, there was no use complaining about it now. What’s done is done as they said.

Ah. All the same, all the same.

While he continued walking he noticed one of the hottest topics from the students was the disbandment of the Redwing clan.

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“How did it happen?”

“No one knew the exact reason, but the clan leader, Jakuzen, himself was the one who filed the disband of their clan. Not only that, but the other members also agreed to it and even their clan deputy also signed the parchment of disbanding.”

“T-that’s hard to believe, especially that it was the fierce clan leader himself. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s why.”

Such a topic was common today.

He directly went to the Merciless clan barracks. When he arrived there, he saw Fatsu and Payazu loitering around. Well, that was how everyone called them, and they didn’t seem to mind it. They probably are used to it already. Just like how everyone called him a worm.

“Oh, good morning, Deputy,” greeted Fatsu with a tinge of sarcasm. Currently, he was eating while seemingly resting his fat belly on a wooden swivel chair. On the other hand, Payazu did not bother talking. He was doing something that Eman could not understand. Wait, could it be he was reassembling some broken armor? And cleaning the rusted weapons?

“Hey, Mr. Fayazu, what is that for?”

Fayazu stared at him for a second, seemingly a little surprised. His stare was saying that it was unusual for him to talk with him.

But then Fayazu seemed to remember something. Right, the leader told them that their deputy had an amnesia. “Oh, I mean, our job as a clan is to clean the trashy equipment of the other clan and reassemble them. Since we are the non-combatant clan after all.”

Eman blinked his eyes in wonder. Fayazu then glanced at him understably. “Looks like the clan leader was saying the truth, ah.”

“Hmm...?”

“That you have amnesia,” said Fayazu.

“Ah yeah,” he remembered he was acting as a person with amnesia. “Uhm, anyway Mr. Fayazu, can tell me more regarding that?”

Fayazu glanced to where he was pointing. “Oh, you mean the cleaning of items?”

“Mhm!”

“Uhm, o-okay, err... erm... for the clan to function we needed to accumulate enough clan points to pass the required quota.”

“Quota?”

“Yes, each clan must reach that quota.”

“Then what is the relation with it to the cleaning and assembling of broken and rusty items?”

“Uh, since we are a non-combatant clan, for us to function longer as a clan, we asked the other clan for cleaning and assembling their scrap equipment. In exchange, they paid us with clan points.”

“...”

Seeing his silence, “Actually, Deputy, it was your idea that we did this,” Fayazu said skeptically.

“...”

Eman was surprised to hear it.

He glanced around. Right. Unlike the Redwing clan, inside the Merciless clan, he couldn’t find any training facility inside.

And the building was so rundown that you couldn’t help asking yourself how it survived this long.