No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 11

And as expected. 

The principal made the flames burning from his eyes sharp and rattled his jawbone. 

“You punk! Don’t bring personal relationships into Areah Academy! How dare a mere student talk back to the principal! What year and class are you in!”

“Classes haven’t been assigned yet. Because the principal arrived late.”

“Look at him talking back clearly, there’s not a single cute side to him!”

Even though he said that, he didn’t deny the fact that they had a master-disciple relationship. That was enough. 

In fact, it wasn’t wrong in the original story that the principal considered teaching Cassice as an insult due to the oppression of the Demillang family, but as long as a certain line was maintained in front of people, he tolerated showing off the relationship. I just didn’t know the reason. 

Since the original story progressed from Ryuseong’s point of view, there was a lot of undisclosed information from the perspective of the Cassice possessor. The above information came out from the principal’s grumbling, it wasn’t that Cassice was treated with much importance. It was information that came up while the principal and Ryuseong were talking about the tyranny of Demillang. 

But even knowing this much was enough to make use of it. 

As I was thinking that way,

“The arrogance of the top freshman is quite a sight! Good! Come forward! Areah Academy strictly gives rewards and punishments based on ability! To compare the skills of the new students, if you can even brush my collar, I’ll give you a reward!”

The principal gave me a break. 

It was something I already knew, but it seems I unknowingly hoped it wouldn’t be. I can tell from the fact that a retort escaped without thinking.

“…Excuse me, can you say that again?”

Master, your ignorant disciple cautiously informs you.

This person is a f*cking pushover.

“How dare you talk back when your master is trying to check your progress! Get over here now!”

While he told me not to bring personal relationships, he hypocritically brings it up himself. But actually, this development was also in the original work. 

The principal hates Demillang. 

As the chairman of Areah Academy, he hates Demillang for taking away students. He hates Demillang for forcing him to accept a disciple when he said he hated it. He hates Demillang for arbitrarily appointing the top freshman as they please. 

Up to this point, it’s not a problem. 

The problem starts from here. 

In the original work, Cassice gets beaten by the principal. Then the principal will call the second place, and Ryuseong will have a fierce battle and show off like a protagonist. 

That’s the problem. The two are being compared. Then Cassice’s position, who tried to gain the upper hand in all aspects, becomes awkward. But the principal only evaluated the level of the students by comparing the first and second place. 

It’s just unfair that he took the top spot with Demillang’s prestige without even taking the exam, despite being weaker than Ryuseong.

‘If there’s a problem, it’s that I’m more of a pushover than the original.’

In my heart, I want to proudly shout, “Yes! That’s right, everyone! I’m the pushover!” and then lie down saying I surrender, but if I do that, I’ll die, I’ll die. 

I already planned how to deal with it. 

But for a final check, I tried to guess what might be inside that skull head. And I decided to use the guts that I could only use once now. 

Remember. 

This can only be used once for it to be effective.

‘Mind control, f*ck.’

I screamed only inwardly and smiled gracefully on the outside. And I walked. Towards the principal. 

Then the surroundings drew a circle and backed away. They were making space for us to fight.

‘You’re so f*cking kind that I’m tearing up… You bastards…’

It’s a bit embarrassing for me who possessed this body to say it, but Cassice Demillang is beautiful. 

Staying in the subtle gap between an immature boy and a mature man, having such an alluring and enchanting appearance to this extent seems unfair at first glance. 

But that’s Cassice Demillang. 

An unfair and unequal existence who has everything. One who has everything but still can’t beat Ryuseong and tries to destroy the world.

‘Honestly, I can’t really immerse myself though.’

Anyway, I tried to embody the malice that Cassice would have felt at that moment. 

What was he thinking? What was Cassice thinking when he charged at Ryuseong? And how did they become something like bitter rivals? And why did he try to destroy the world while backstabbing Ryuseong?

‘Why? For what reason?’

I don’t know the reason. Because I couldn’t read the original work to the end. 

But at least, it seems a chilling bloodlust appeared in my eyes. The principal burst into a fake laugh. 

“Two freshmen have lost their minds? Oh my. It’s overwhelming. What does this damn board of directors expect so much from an old man who has become a skeleton?”

From somewhere, a voice was heard, telling the principal to stop. The principal seemed to want to answer something, but I stretched out my hand forward without paying attention. And slowly, I twitched it three times. 

The surroundings that were murmuring and harboring expectations were covered in a questionable silence. 

I said,

“Come at me. I’ll give you three chances.”

This novel is a mashup of martial arts and fantasy, so there are also many martial arts-like settings. The formula that the strong gives a few chances to the weak has been passed down as it is. 

So my words are a clear provocation. 

‘Yes, Principal, you’re weaker than me. I’ll go easy on you, so come at me.’

The students all screamed at once. It’s impossible for an appearance with a skull covered in rotten skin to express a distorted expression, but somehow I felt like the principal distorted his face. 

And terribly at that!

‘I shouldn’t find joy in life from teasing others though.’

It’s too fun that I can’t stand it. 

Maybe this is my true nature?

But from the next moment, I couldn’t just keep giggling. The principal must have really snapped, as he partially revealed the power he had sealed. 

‘Ah, f*ck, a teacher doing this to his student.’

From that moment, a tremendous pressure rushed at me as if to make me kneel. If I say that the students staggered and collapsed just by being caught in the airflow that spread around, would it explain how powerful the energy focused on me was?

‘Of course, I did pull aggro on a wide area, but I didn’t provoke you for this, Teacher.’

When energy is densely condensed, it can be materialized to the point of crushing people. If you get hit by a single blow, whether you’re human or not, you’ll be instantly ground into a lump of meat. That kind of energy was pressing down on me as if it would tear me apart at any moment. 

‘Honestly, the original setting was quite rotten from the start… No matter how much it’s a world where gates open and monsters pop out, isn’t this too much? Is it okay to do this to mere students?’

Since all the students were adults, I read that they were treated no differently from the military, but the weight of the printed letters and the energy pouring onto my body in 3D was on a different level. 

Just standing still felt like my limbs would be torn apart. That was the case even though I was operating all the energy I could control and reinforcing my limbs. 

“Now, yield. Otherwise, as someone in the position of ‘challenging’ you, I have no choice but to go all out.”

The principal gave me a final warning. Even though his limbs have rotted away like a zombie and now only bones remain, a gentleman is still a gentleman. 

No, should I say a noble is still a noble?

But this was an air and guts that I could only use once. Once started, I couldn’t stop. It was so painful to even open my mouth that I just smirked and gestured with my chin. 

‘Come on. If you’re not scared.’

At the simple gesture with meaning, the principal gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand in the air and pulled. Then a white knuckle materialized in the air. An archmage who boasts absolute power inside the academy, although he can’t use his power outside due to a huge curse. 

That skeleton threw a punch at me from a distance. 

――!

There was no sound at all. My cheek was just torn off. Fresh blood flowed down, wetting my chin. The hair on my whole body stood up. Was it meant as a warning? The principal aimed for my cheek, not my neck. But I didn’t even see the trajectory of the swinging fist. I also didn’t see the release of mana. 

My legs went weak. The gap with an opponent I absolutely couldn’t win against was so vast that I wanted to faint. But unlike him, I had something called guts. I had a reason to endure by putting strength in my core. 

Despite my cheek being torn, I didn’t take my hands out of my pockets. And I smiled brightly. 

“Next.”

I gave you one chance. So finish it. 

At the provocation that condensed that sentence, the principal burst into a fake laugh. 

“This, this crazy bastard…?”