The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 407-408

What is he talking about?

-Your standards are too high.

Why is that guy over there, and why am I here?

Luin looked at Ricardo, who was standing on the platform, with an awkward expression. He didn't know what was going on.

"How is that guy a competent instructor..."

He knows he's strong.

He knew from experience that Ricardo was stronger than anyone in the academy, no, stronger than anyone in this room.

The strength that guy showed was far beyond imagination. But that guy...

"That guy is just a genius..."

Because he had a talent that shone brighter than anyone else's, he thought he didn't have the talent to teach someone.

'Damn it...'

Because geniuses don't understand dunces.

Ricardo's words came to Luin's ears as he lowered his head.

"Your gaze is too disrespectful."

"..."

"It may be a short period, but for this time, I am your teacher. Is it okay for your gaze towards your teacher to be so delinquent?"

"..."

"Isn't that right? Mr. Algae?"

Luin looked at Ricardo with a flustered expression, and Ricardo was also looking back at him.

He should have retorted not to call him 'Algae', but he was so overwhelmed by Ricardo's cool gaze that his lips wouldn't open.

-Grip...

Just as he was getting a bad feeling from Ricardo's cool smile, Ricardo smiled slightly and continued to speak.

"I'm not saying I don't understand your negative reactions, as there are many familiar faces."

"..."

"I also had a time when I attended the academy with you, and a time when I had a fun youth, laughing and chatting with my friends."

"Don't make me laugh! We don't have any good memories like that with you!"

Rohan from the swordsmanship department, who had been listening quietly, roughly ran his hand through his hair and began to retort to Ricardo.

"Hmm?"

Ricardo smiled brightly and looked at Rohan's face silently.

"Why do we have to learn from a guy like you."

"Hmm?"

"I don't want to learn cowardly techniques. When I think about the match I had with you...!"

"Are you talking about the match where I threw sand?"

"...It wasn't sand, it was a dirty magazine."

"Ah... I don't remember people who lost to me."

At Ricardo's sarcasm, Rohan turned his flushed face and looked at Malik.

"Director!! Didn't you say he was a competent instructor!?"

"Shut up. Rohan. What kind of rude words are you saying in front of the teacher."

"...Director!"

"I clearly said he was a teacher I had a h.a.r.d. t.i.m.e. getting. If this training gets messed up because of you..."

Just as Malik's cool words were about to crush Rohan, Ricardo smiled amiably and waved his hand.

"You don't have to be so hard on him. If I was going to get upset over something like this, I wouldn't have accepted the request in the first place."

"...I'm sorry."

"More importantly... you're Rohan, right?"

At Ricardo's call, Rohan's eyes shone coldly as he glared at Ricardo.

"That's right. I'm Rohan, the head of the academy's disciplinary committee."

"Right. Rohan, a third-year student in the swordsmanship department."

"..."

"You're on my list."

"Ha? If that's a threat, it's too cute. Why don't you have a duel like a man..."

Ricardo smiled coldly and shook his head. 'I'm not so free as to have a duel with you,' he said as he turned and walked to the platform.

"..."

It wasn't just bad reactions.

There were also those who cheered at Ricardo's appearance. And there were those who liked him.

"Butler...!"

"Commoner?!"

"Ricardo..."

"Ikuminhyuk...!"

Luin squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed his complicated feelings again. Rohan had said everything he wanted to say. Now, let's just hope this time passes quickly, Luin thought. Since he had signed the contract, it was impossible to back out.

"Now then."

Ricardo, who had turned from the platform, began to speak to everyone with a bright smile. While holding the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Everyone."

Ricardo smiled as he drew his sword.

-Flinch...!

The moment he felt an ominous energy like a flood from the drawn sword, an excited voice began to ring in Luin's ears.

"So this is how he was going to teach."

"..."

"Indeed, if you overwhelm them at the beginning, you can build their courage and break their arrogant hearts."

"What are you saying now..."

Malik smiled slightly and said to Luin.

"Hold on tight."

"What... is that."

Ricardo, holding the sword, smiled slightly and began to open his mouth.

"This is the first lesson."

"...!!!!"

An ominous feeling as if his heart was about to explode began to enter him. Just standing in front of him. The fear he felt was so absurd that his legs almost gave out.

A feeling as if his heart was being caressed.

"What... is this."

-Saaaaa...

"Try to endure without fainting."

The moment Ricardo finished speaking, Luin's vision went completely black.

"Hmm..."

Standing on the platform, I stroked my chin as I looked down at the fainted people.

"More people fainted than I thought."

I thought half of them would endure, but I was quite surprised that only a few people were left standing.

Despite his fierce resistance, I saw Schuen finally faint, and with a bitter smile, I turned my gaze and approached the model students.

-Clap clap clap...

"That was amazing."

There were a total of four people left.

"As expected of the butler... thrilling."

"I can endure this much."

"Holy Sword... be quiet for a bit!"

"Haa... haa..."

Hanna, who had grown as a swordsman,

Malik, who had experienced life and death several times,

Mikhail, who was under the protection of the Holy Sword,

and Chartia, who had an outstanding mental strength, were the ones who had endured the killing intent.

A small laugh escaped my lips at the sight of the model students who had shown such a good performance from the beginning.

Although Chartia's gaze, who had barely held on, was unsettling, I thought it was good that familiar faces were awake. If a stranger had been awake, we wouldn't have been able to bond.

"You're completely fine, Mikhail."

"No... ahem, no, it's just that I was able to hold on because of the Holy Sword."

"Haha! Equipment is also a skill."

"It's not like that... but thanks for the compliment...."

While I was talking with the fidgeting Mikhail, Malik interjected into the conversation with a satisfied smile.

"Ahem... it was a good lesson."

"President...!"

"Not president, I'm the Senior Director now."

"Haha, I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to participate in the class, Director. You were enduring with all your might?"

"I got beaten up in the last battle with the apostle... so I applied because I wanted to hit him at least once."

"Oh."

"I've never learned properly from you. I'm thinking of learning properly this time."

'Even though he says that.'

I let out a hollow laugh and could guess Malik's true intentions. The purpose of getting stronger was right, but in reality, he was participating to give credibility to his bad reputation.

I bowed my head and gave Malik the answer he wanted, expressing my gratitude. Since he had also taken his precious time to participate, I had to repay him accordingly.

"I can't make you win, but I can make you strong enough not to die. Depending on how you do, you can become strong enough to land a hit or two."

"One hit.... I really want to land a blow on that arrogant elf."

Malik clenched her fist with a grim smile.

After about a minute of awkward silence, Hanna, who was next to me, regained her composure and spoke to me.

"Butler!!!"

"You were amazing too, Hanna. I really released my killing intent, but you didn't faint."

"Because I'm your first disciple."

"That's right. If you had fainted, I was planning to make you roll around a lot."

"Don't say such scary things...."

"Haha! I'm kidding."

An awkward gaze was directed at me as I was talking with Hanna.

"...Ricardo."

"Oh, I should praise the princess too."

"..."

At Chartia's awkward gaze, which was different from usual, I tilted my head and approached her.

"..."

The traces of her biting her lips until they bled made me feel more for her. A passionate student makes you want to teach them more.

Looking at Chartia, who was stronger than anyone in terms of mental strength, I wondered if she had something to say and stared at her blankly, but at her unreadable expression, I could only give an awkward smile.

I wouldn't know unless she told me.

"Do you have something to say?"

"That's..."

-Rustle.

"Hmm?"

-Keok... hnggggh!!

"...Schuen-gel...!"

"Hmm?"

"I've revived!"

Schuen, who had fainted, opened his eyes, and the conversation with Chartia came to an end. It seemed like she was about to say something, though.

"Commoner!"

"Yes, Schuen."

"What was that?"

"Pardon?"

"The... whoaaaa... thing."

Schuen's eyes shone as he looked at me and said. He wanted to do it too, so he wanted me to teach him.

"I want to do it too...!"

"Pardon?"

"To make the dignity of a noble shine even brighter...! I want to do that too."

"Ah..."

I said to Schuen with a troubled expression. For this kind of thing, 'power' is important, but momentum is more important.

"Would you mind looking at me for a moment?"

-Staaaaare.

"I'm embarrassed!"

"Haha...! Not like that. Imagine your mortal enemy is in front of you."

"I don't have an enemy?"

"Let's imagine that the convenience store thief is me."

"....!!!!"

Despite that, at Schuen's cute gaze, I smiled and waved my hand. I thought he didn't have a talent for threats.

So.

I guess I should get started.

Deciding that no one else would wake up, I looked at Mikhail and said.

"Mikhail, I will confiscate the Holy Sword while the class is in session."

"Ah... yes."

"Thank you."

The moment I held the Holy Sword, a loud noise began to be heard. The sound of the Holy Sword, which repels evil things, shaking.

-Let go...! You demon!

-It's been a while, hero.

-Shut up. Caliburn!

-Hrmmm...?

I clapped my hands and said to them.

"Now then."

-Clap.

"Let's faint."

The moment my palms met, everyone's vision went black.

"Swordsmanship Department, everyone."

With a bright smile, I looked at those lying in the middle of the meadow and woke them with a gentle voice. Telling them they'd slept enough and it was time to get up.

-Flash!

The five students, slowly opening their eyes, began to sit up, clutching their throbbing heads.

Sigor Look, 1st year of the Swordsmanship Department.

Malik and Hanna of the Histania family.

Rohan, who had picked a fight with insolent words, and the model student Mikhail; all five of them seemed to be without any major injuries.

Malik, the first to wake up, looked around and let out a hollow laugh.

"Did I faint...?"

"..."

"I've endured my father's killing intent before... I guess you're stronger than my father."

"Not at all. How could I be stronger than the head of the Histania family?"

I shook my head at Malik's words, giving a negative reply. Saying that I wouldn't know until we fought, but for now, I didn't know.

"It's thanks to the holy sword and the demonic sword."

"...Hmm?"

"I was lucky enough to gain the qualification to use both the 'holy sword and the demonic sword'... Of course, my body would collapse if I used both at the same time, but I was able to use them for a short time without overdoing it, which is why I was able to make you faint, Director."

Malik let out a hollow laugh.

"Aren't you living life too interestingly?"

"It is interesting."

"This is crazy."

I lightly patted Malik's shoulder, stood up, and smiled faintly. Because it was time to start the real class.

"Could you all gather here?"

After seating the students in the center of the meadow, I bowed my head politely and began to greet them.

"I apologize for not introducing myself properly before."

"..."

"I wanted to show you what kind of person I am."

"..."

"I will introduce myself properly this time."

"..."

"I am the teacher who will be teaching the Swordsmanship Department students during the special class period. My name is Ricardo."

-...Clap, clap, clap.

Except for Rohan, who disliked me, the rest of the students applauded and welcomed me. While also showing a complexion that said they didn't want to faint again.

"Thank you for the welcome."

"...Please take good care of us!"

"Then... before we begin the main class, I will explain the general teaching method."

"..."

"Student Rohan."

"What."

"You should use polite language with your teacher."

"Haa... yes."

"Could you please step forward?"

Rohan, who was sitting with his legs crossed, stood up and came to stand right in front of me with an expression full of annoyance.

"Hmm..."

Perhaps because we were of similar height, his insolent gaze met mine perfectly. If I had my way, I would have wanted to throw a stone at his knee, but I had to endure it.

Letting out a sigh that couldn't be heard, I turned Rohan's shoulder, which was propped up by one leg, to face the students. This method was perfect for breaking down a student with strong pride.

"Student Rohan."

"Yes."

"What do you think is the greatest virtue a swordsman should have?"

"Haa..."

Rohan, with an expression full of annoyance, clicked his tongue and began to state what he had learned at the academy.

"The belief that you will not lose to anyone."

"Oh, you're smart. I thought you wouldn't know, since you were speaking so informally."

"..."

"That's right. A swordsman must have a strong belief to have the will to defeat their enemies. No matter how strong the opponent in front of you is, you can win if you have belief."

"..."

"Student Rohan must have the belief that he will not lose to anyone."

"Yes."

"Even more so than the knight commander of the empire?"

"Even if I can't win now, I'm confident I can win later."

"That's a wonderful confidence."

I smiled and patted his shoulder. Because the bigger the dream, the better the result.

Yes.

As long as it's within a 'realizable' line.

After patting Rohan's shoulder, I continued with a brief introduction of the class to the students. Because it would be less unfair to be hit knowing something than to be hit without knowing anything.

"I plan to teach you all focusing on 'actual combat.' Like throwing you into an orc's den, or making you fight until one of you collapses, with 'drinking water' on the line."

"I hate orcs..."

"Haha... Student Hanna, you've played with orcs a lot with me in the past, so you must know well, right? Anyway, putting it into your body through actual combat is the fastest way, rather than putting theory into your head."

"They do that at the academy too... what's so great about it..."

I cleanly ignored Rohan's grumbling and began to put strength into his shoulder.

The moment Rohan, whose brow furrowed at the 'tightly' pressed shoulder, tried to shake it off, I whispered softly in his ear.

"Don't move."

"..."

"You'll break your arm."

"You..."

-Clap!

I clapped my hands and spoke to the students in a kind voice.

"Since it's the first class, we'll take it easy today."

"..."

"What did I say a moment ago was the virtue a swordsman should have?"

"Me!"

"Yes, Ms. Hanna."

"The belief that you will never lose."

"That's right."

To Hanna, who raised her hand and gave a passionate answer, I threw a piece of candy and praised her.

"Belief is really important. If your heart is broken, your will to fight disappears."

"..."

"It's like a situation where two swordsmen have the same skill, but if one thinks they can't win, their offense and defense become skewed towards defense."

"..."

"And if you're facing an opponent with an overwhelming gap, you might faint like you did a moment ago."

I smiled faintly and placed my hand on Rohan's shoulder once more.

"From now on, I'm going to tell you all an old story of mine. While revealing the killing intent of the opponents I've faced so far."

"..."

"If you want to hear the story to the end, you'll have to keep your wits about you."

"I don't want to hear your story..."

-Squeeze...

"If you, Mr. Rohan, can endure until the end, I will grant you one wish."

"A wish?"

"Whether it's to quit the class and leave, or to accept a duel... I will grant it all. If you want, I will even cancel the class."

"Hah... don't go back on your word, Ricardo."

I smiled faintly and began the story.

"My first opponent was a vagrant from the slums, about 13 years old."

"..."

"I started life in such a humble place, so I was constantly fighting."

"..."

"When that kid first came at me with a knife, how surprised I was... just thinking about it makes my knees tremble."

I looked at Rohan and the students, who showed no change, smiled faintly, and asked.

"You don't feel anything, do you?"

"..."

"That means you all have the power to defeat a 13-year-old vagrant with a knife."

"..."

Seeing the students looking at me with calm expressions, I decided to raise the intensity a little more.

"Next was when I met a priest of the heretics. He was holding a mace..."

"..."

"And after that..."

"Haaah..."

Rohan's expression was filled with boredom. He wondered why I was telling such a story. On the other hand, Mikhail and Hanna were listening with their ears perked up.

"If you're okay up to this point, it means you can easily defeat the opponents I've mentioned so far."

I gripped Rohan's shoulder and gradually began to increase the intensity.

"Then, let's raise the intensity a little..."

I smiled faintly and recalled a man's face. It was such an old story that my memory was hazy, but I couldn't erase that unique impression.

"The time was about 3 years ago."

The moment they heard the story was from 3 years ago, Hanna's gaze began to change. It seemed she had noticed that I was about to talk about the time we first met.

"I met a certain man in the Hamel Mountains."

"..."

"His name was Pascal."

The moment the name Pascal fell from my lips, Rohan's complexion slowly began to change. Because the killing intent was gradually starting to thicken.

"He was a strange person. I had never seen someone with a praying mantis-like appearance and adventurer's marks dangling from his body."

"..."

"The man said this. That he loved art."

As the introduction of Pascal continued, Rohan's shoulders gradually began to tremble. Likewise, the student named 'Sigor Look' also began to tremble.

"As it turned out, that man had the moniker of 'Adventurer Hunter' and was a man who used black magic."

"..."

"He was a tricky opponent with the ability to control people if he injured them."

"..."

The killing intent began to spread.

The killing intent Pascal had shown slowly began to form an image in Rohan's chest and take root.

He was an opponent I easily defeated due to my black magic resistance, but if he had fought one-on-one with someone else, he was a monster who would have produced a desperate result.

The same would go for Malik.

And the same would go for Hanna.

"...He must have been quite a monster."

"If the butler hadn't been there, I would have died."

"Ricardo, that monster..."

"Keok... Ugh.."

Looking at Rohan, whose face was more distorted than anyone else here, I spat out a sarcastic remark.

"Oh...?"

Because he was trembling.

"Why are you trembling?"

"..."

"Didn't you say you could beat everyone in the world?"

I gripped Rohan's shoulder and whispered.

"See?"

"..."

"Student Rohan, you're weak."

At the same time.

"Ugh..."

Luin, who had woken up, opened his eyes with difficulty, enduring a throbbing headache.

It felt like his head was going to split.

Because he had received the killing intent of a monstrous guy. The killing intent of a guy who was an apostle... no, perhaps even stronger than the old man, was still coursing through his body as if it remained there.

"That... son of a bitch."

Luin lifted his trembling eyes and looked around. First, he had to know where this place was.

It was very different from the place he had been just a moment ago. The temperature of the air, the grass that covered the ground, had all disappeared. This place, with nothing but sand, was like a desert.

"Where the hell is this..."

The moment Luin, who had become irritated, spat out the sand in his mouth, the others who had come to their senses also slowly began to wake up.

"Ugh... where is this?"

"I don't know either."

"I, Shuen-gel, am a person who cherishes her skin..."

As the bewildered people gradually came to their senses.

"Pleased to meet you."

Along with a cold voice, Luin's eyes trembled greatly.

"Why are you...?"

Because an unforgettable guy was standing in front of him.

"It's been a while, Luin."

Black horn-rimmed glasses.

The man with a friendly face and a kind impression was the person who had given Luin an unforgettable memory.

"You...!"

"Who are you-yot?"

Not only Luin, but all the students who knew him were looking at his face with trembling eyes.

The man smiled slightly and bowed his head in greeting.

"I am the teaching assistant in charge of the Magic Department's education in this class."

-Grin.

"My name is Hans."