Battle Race in the Fantasy World

Battle Race in the Fantasy World – 33

EP.33 Do You Think I’ll Just Let It Happen? No Way

Imagine this. A student runs crying to the headmaster.

Shouting that a big incident has occurred. Blabbering that a disaster has unfolded.

“Sob! Sniff! Headmaster! Jonathan is, Jonathan is rampaging again!”

“What happened to you?! What’s the matter?! Did Kyle do something like before…?”

“I was massaged! It hurts so much! My shoulder feels like it’s going to fall off! Sob sob!”

If he says that, he’s practically asking to be slapped in the face.

The headmaster, already swamped with work, would be furious.

Coming with complaints that a junior gave him a massage! He’s rampaging! Such nonsense.

The headmaster would be justified in giving a suplex right then and there.

Anyone else would question what sort of nonsense he’s spouting.

“No, really! This massage wasn’t just any massage!”

He would claim it felt like his shoulder was being torn off, that it was akin to torture.

He would passionately plead his case, trying to convince others of his unfair treatment.

Then, the only option left would be to summon Kyle to find out the truth.

But what if Kyle offers the headmaster a ‘refreshing’ massage after all his hard work?

‘Game over.’

No matter how much he protests that what happened to him was different, it’s futile.

Why? Because from the headmaster’s perspective, any further incidents are just a hassle.

‘Those idiots want to drag me into their mess… but the situation is different now.’

From the perspective of the headmaster or the Minister of Education, having no incidents at all is the best outcome.

Those fools think that by acting this way, they’re providing a reason to expel Kyle, and that the headmaster and the minister would appreciate it, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Instead, they would prefer to quietly bury the issue, given the terrifying future they would have to face otherwise.

“Kuhhaaack!!”

“Oh dear. Your shoulder is really tense. I’ll loosen it up for you, senior.”

Following Lupin, another one fell into Kyle’s grasp.

And they were subjected to a horrific torture disguised as a massage.

“Crazy! Barbarian!!!”

“Being called a barbarian is something Jonathan acknowledges. Unfortunately, we’re immune to it.”

“Ughk! Gahk! Kyaaghk!”

The first targets Kyle went for were the students on the outside, those who seemed to have the weakest will.

Just a bit of kneading and pressing on their shoulders would make them feel it to their bones.

Who is plotting nonsensical schemes against whom now?

Every time you try to do something, there will be this massage service coming your way.

If someone asks what all the fuss is about over a massage, well.

Just so you know, with just a bit more strength, the shoulder bone could snap!

Moreover, the successor to the Littorio Grand Ducal family has not yet been decided.

The decision of succession is entirely up to Grand Duke Aias Mentain de Littorio.

Everything else is merely a secondary factor.

But these nobodies are already forming factions.

And they’re holding strange meetings in the academy out of excessive loyalty?

The headmaster would be more agitated about that part.

“Crazy barbarian… What kind of massage is this… I can’t move my arm…”

“Senior. That’s why you should exercise more. How can your arm be so weak? Can you even fight with a sword like this? Does the sword give you strength when you hold it? Or do your ancestors fight in your stead?”

“What does bringing up ancestors have to do with this…”

“And you keep saying ‘barbarian, barbarian’. Shall I show you what real barbarism looks like?”

With that, Kyle made a snapping gesture with his hands as if folding something.

In front of the second-year student who was asking what he was doing, Kyle smiled and said,

“Like this, I could fold your waist. Not inward, but outward.”

If Kyle was just Kyle, one might think he was talking nonsense.

But the name that follows him is ‘Jonathan’, that very ‘Jonathan’.

The one who could split the academy in half, smash desks with one hand, and deflect flying swords barehanded.

The very battle tribe that the empire dreaded and found repulsive!

“Senior.”

Once again, he gently grasped the shoulder, causing the student to flinch in surprise.

It’s a natural reaction. The human body is designed to be weak to pain.

It’s so that one can respond more quickly and effectively in a crisis.

Just like now. To survive among a tribe that could kill with just a massage.

“Give me a hand, will you?”

“What, what do you need help with?”

“I’m trying to attend the academy in peace. I’ve already discussed this with the lady.”

“The lady… You mean Lady Elga?”

“I apologized to her. Said I was sorry. And I heard that the Littorio Grand Ducal family has officially decided not to protest against Jonathan.”

“…”

“However, I’m worried that those who followed her brother won’t accept this easily.”

At that, the second-year student’s body shuddered once more.

If Kyle had already talked with Elga, it meant he knew about their schemes.

Then, this situation wasn’t a coincidence, it was an intentional approach.

“I will, when the opportunity arises, also apologize to your young master. To the Littorio prince. On behalf of Jonathan.”

“You’re going to apologize.”

“Of course! It’s only right. As soon as he come to the academy, it must be done.”

He’s giving them an out. Now, there’s only one thing these frail ones will show.

Having been given a way out, they’ll quickly take that route to escape.

“Ah, ahaha. It seems we may have misunderstood. We didn’t know…”

“Right? Isn’t that so? After all, you’re not seniors for nothing. So, how about another massage?”

At that, the student frantically waves his hands, speaking in what might as well be an alien language.

His shoulder is still numb from the previous encounter, and he’s supposed to endure that again?

He would have preferred a beating. At least then he could console himself with the thought that he was hit.

But now, he was just a pathetic figure, whining about a massage.

Despite staggering, the second-year student hurriedly disappeared, his eyes filled with the fear of being caught and subjected to another massage.

‘Well, that takes care of managing the easy targets.’

Why did they fear Jonathan yet bother him in this way?

It’s because there was no reaction. They are ignored unless confronted with real force.

Even Kyle’s sister, Lea, who was also called a barbarian and deemed unfit for marriage, attended the academy without any trouble.

Because they were not worth fighting, being weak and not interesting opponents, she chose not to engage.

But then, by breaking a taboo, she had really stirred things up.

It seems these friends have a strange misunderstanding.

They think Jonathan, having been toughened up from a young age, has incredible patience.

So, they plan to slowly provoke him.

‘What nonsense, these idiots.’

But Kyle had no intention of facing situations that required him to endure unnecessarily.

He is a direct descendant of Jonathan, yet at the same time, the least typical of them.

He wishes he could exercise less intensely, eat more comfortably.

Instead of ignoring those who spout nonsense, he plans to overpower them.

‘The disloyal ones have been shaken off, but the rest are the problem. Something more intense is needed.’

Some of the core individuals have quite a bit of loyalty, making them not so easy to handle.

Kyle slowly recalled the conversation he had with Elga yesterday.

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“Please sit down.”

Was Elga expecting him, as he had been looking for her? Or was it just a coincidence that Leto appeared from somewhere and volunteered to guide him?

There, Elga was enjoying tea time in a corner of the garden.

“Seeing that you followed without fuss, it seems you’ve heard from Tisha yesterday.”

“I’ll ask you straight. You’re aware, aren’t you, Lady Elga? About the secret meetings within the academy formed by the subordinates of your brother, and their relatives and children.”

“I have a rough idea. But since it’s not particularly beneficial for it to be known, I’ve kept silent.”

“Please tell me. Who are these people?”

There was no beating around the bush or hesitation, just a direct approach.

This was what Kyle thought would be best when speaking with Elga, hence his straightforwardness.

Elga slightly lifted the corners of her mouth, as if Kyle’s assumption wasn’t wrong.

“Just with words?”

“Of course not. What do you want in return?”

“First, I want to know what you plan to do with the information about these people.”

“I have to persuade them to stop.”

“How?”

“In my own way.”

Elga smiled again.

Was it because the method of Jonathan was all too obvious?

Or was it a smile of curiosity about what Kyle’s method would be?

“Surely you’re not planning to use your fists, are you?”

“Of course not. That would break people.”

It’s not a joke. It’s serious.

“Why go to such lengths? What do you gain from it?”

“A pleasant academy life.”

“Is that really what you want?”

“Life is about enjoying the unpredictable.”

“That’s not something Jonathan would typically say.”

Despite her words, Elga handed over a piece of paper she had prepared in advance.

“This is a list of the people we’ve identified so far. We haven’t figured out a few, but this should be enough for now. After all, once you convince a few in a group, the rest tend to fall apart on their own.”

“Thank you, Lady Elga.”

“It’s nothing. If anything, I’m the one who should apologize. The Grand Ducal family has officially decided not to make an issue of it, yet these ragtag are stepping out of line. I should have been the one to deal with it.”

“But that wouldn’t have been easy for you. After all, they are, although self-proclaimed, your brother’s followers. They are from the Littorio Grand Ducal family, and to dismiss them would be to start a war.”

At Kyle’s words, Elga’s eyes slightly curved.

Then she began to look at the man sitting in front of her with a very intense gaze.

“You’re sharp. Were people from Jonathan always like this? I don’t think so.”

“Rumors always tend to bend in strange directions.”

“That could be. Or perhaps you’re just special.”

Special, indeed. The contents within him don’t belong here.

“Was the list satisfactory?”

At Elga’s question, Kyle nodded.

With this list, it should be enough. All that’s left is to personally find and persuade them.

“Then, may I state my terms?”

Elga sipped from the teacup she had raised to her lips.

Drinking her tea with an incredibly elegant and classical grace, she said,

“I need you, Kyle Jonathan. I want to make use of you.”

“Make use of me?”

“It’s simple. You can continue to attend the academy as you wish, and I can do what my second brother could not. That’s the idea.”

Leaning forward slightly, Elga made an offer that couldn’t be refused.