I Obtained the Final Boss' Power

Chapter 94 : School Event (1)

School Event (1)

The academy holds a large-scale event once each in the first and second halves of the year.

Today was one of those two days when crowds would pour in far more than usual.

As a result, the academy city was packed with visitors and special guests.

"The event will last several days. It's so massive that there's no way a single day would be enough."

"You must be having a hard time, Silia."

"Don't even mention it. The higher-ups have been working the teachers to the bone to prepare for the event—I didn't sleep at all last night."

Louis set a cup of tea in front of Silia, who had been up all night.

The tea contained an incense called 'Jiple's Incense', famous for relieving fatigue.

Besides that, it also had health and skin benefits, making it an expensive product.

"Is it really okay for you to just buy this sort of thing?"

"Do we work in a profession that worries about money? We worry about monsters, not money."

"..."

Given that they were part of the special task force, financial issues were never a concern.

As long as they didn't cross the line, luxuries like this tea were easily obtainable.

Even though they were the 7th Legion, treated as criminals by many, the special task force enjoyed unmatched power.

"Thanks. I'll enjoy it."

The moment Silia sipped her tea, her mood improved. The fatigue in her eyes cleared, and the tightness in her chest seemed to ease.

"Now I finally feel alive."

"You fought for over thirty hours back at the fortress—are you really struggling just from this?"

"When you do something that doesn't suit you, fatigue builds up quickly. Now I know for sure—studying just isn't for me."

While Louis kept Elaine under light surveillance along with her associates, Silia also did her best in her own role.

Unlike Louis and Rio, who were simply adjusting to school life, it was Silia who had suffered the most from the infiltration mission.

"At first, I thought it'd be easy. I'm a former academy graduate, after all... I figured I'd remember everything I learned. But that was my mistake."

All she really remembered was her swordsmanship classes—everything else had long since been forgotten.

The only other thing she recalled was that she had graduated as an exemplary class representative.

Trusting in nothing but her reputation, Silia had underestimated what it meant to be a teacher.

"Besides, these days the students learn at an unbelievable pace. They already know the basics before enrolling, so the standard classes bore them. And here I was, only barely managing to keep up for the sake of this infiltration!"

What's more, she even got scolded by senior teachers for her lessons being boring to the students.

For the past few months, Silia had experienced just how extreme the teaching profession could be.

"That's not all! Playing the role of a timid new teacher wasn't easy, either. I'd rather be hunting monsters in the demon realm than doing this sort of work!"

"Isn't that even more dangerous?"

"At least there, you don't have to wrack your brains like here. Oh, that reminds me! I remember what I used to do when I was stressed from studying...!"

Back in her student days, Silia hadn't become an exemplary class representative through swordsmanship alone.

She barely scraped by the cut-off marks in other subjects.

The stress she'd accumulated as a result was immense, but thanks to a certain book recommended by her classmates, she managed to blow the stress away.

"If it weren't for that, I would've become a delinquent student long before becoming a class representative."

What she took out was the book Rio had received as a gift from her friends.

Yes, just by looking at the title, it was obvious it contained some racy content.

"Those friends were my heroes back then. By recommending this to me, they kept me on the path to becoming an exemplary student, not a delinquent."

"No... you already seemed like a delinquent student to me."

In fact, even back during the days at Paruzan Fortress four years ago, this hobby of hers was apparent.

When everyone else was asleep, Silia would sometimes quietly read such books in the lounge.

Only Louis, whose senses could detect even beings beyond the wall, knew about this.

However, likely out of embarrassment, she concealed that hobby thoroughly.

Even now, it was a secret—revealed only to the already perceptive Louis.

"I wonder what those friends are up to these days. I'm sure they didn't end up like me."

"I don't know who they are, but seeing as you joined the 7th Legion, they're probably sad about it."

"I bet they already know. The incident I caused back then was pretty famous."

After all, she was the adopted daughter of one of the Imperial Court's only three Swordmasters.

The incident where she smashed the faces of famous nobles' children as if they were made of clay.

It was so sensational in the Imperial Court that almost everyone had heard of it.

"Come to think of it... I once served Silvest tea like this, too."

Silia drained the tea Louis gave her in a single gulp.

It was so hot it nearly burned her tongue, but as soon as a bad memory surfaced, the pain faded.

Compared to back then, the temperature of the tea was nothing.

"If he, rather than I, had played the teacher, he'd have done a much better job."

This whole role didn't suit her at all. She felt as if she'd stolen the spot where Silvest should have been.

There were many things that made Silia struggle while undercover as a teacher: classes she couldn't keep up with, managing students, coordinating with other staff, and memories of her deceased younger brother.

Louis noticed the hint of sorrow on Silia's face.

"You've gone through so much. It's the last time, so hang in there a little longer."

"Yeah. Thanks for being by my side, at least."

As painful as the undercover period had been, Silia managed to endure it.

Just as she'd leaned on those books recommended by friends back in school, now Louis had played that role for her.

Louis hadn't particularly interfered in her life.

Just by being there, he'd given her the strength to keep going.

It filled the emptiness left in her heart by her brother's death.

"Anyway, I'll finally be able to take a break for a while. The principal saw how hard the teachers worked and ordered everyone to rest."

"So, who's managing the rest of the event?"

"The principal hired security guards for that."

Indeed, mercenaries in black armor were patrolling the academy.

Their job was to keep order and prevent the crowds from overwhelming the event.

To Louis, they were like the security staff in black suits back in his world.

"I was terrified we'd have to deal with that too. The principal usually hates spending money on anything."

The event cost a fortune, but tradition made it unavoidable.

Rumor had it the principal embezzled scholarship funds and salaries, too.

Louis wondered how Frederick, the academy's founder, would respond if he saw this.

"To be honest, I have no idea how the principal got those mercenaries. He hardly seems the type to spend money hiring guards."

"Well, I don't sense anything suspicious. There's a whiff of blood, but mercenaries are bound to have that."

Louis's sensors detected no evil energy like dark magic.

They were run-of-the-mill mercenaries, nothing more. Neither Silia nor even the passing knights raised any alarms.

"Seems there are a lot of these types around an institution full of nobles. By the way, did you finish all your work?"

"I did. It went smoothly, thanks to Elaine's cooperation."

Her original mission had been to set up spells throughout the city that would make the residents sacrifices.

Instead, she'd placed shelter spells everywhere. Since this countered the Crown Prince's orders, Elaine was probably in tears by now.

"The Crown Prince said his plan would begin on the day of the event. He might show up today, so stay sharp."

"I am already."

Right now, Louis was using her senses to scope out everyone on the street.

No one who might be the Crown Prince had appeared yet.

Then something occurred to Louis. There were supposed to be four Sabers, but who was the last one?

Even Elaine and the other Sabers didn't know—the Crown Prince was the only one aware of their identity.

Worried this could become a variable, Louis kept her guard up and discreetly summoned backup from the 7th Legion.

"You called them, right?"

"They should be here by now. They were pretty excited to come, just like you asked."

As expected from the special task force, they were no ordinary people.

Louis hoped they'd arrive quickly, though there was no real need to worry.

"Oh?"

"What is it?"

Louis frowned, having sensed something. Silia looked at her questioningly, but Louis immediately moved away.

***

"Wahahaha! You fools! None of you can beat us!"

Pram, who had just arrived at the academy, was taking part in the card game tournament—one of the event's main attractions.

Called Monster Cards, the game was beloved by both adults and children, and its popularity continued.

It was so accessible, even 7th Legion soldiers could join the students in playing it for fun.

"Pram, shouldn't you let them be? You've already cleaned out all their money."

"She's right! You promised we'd meet the young master!"

Simon and Victor, who'd come to the academy with Pram, spoke to her with worried expressions.

But Pram just looked at them pitifully.

"Are you two scared or something? When else will we get such a chance? This kind of risk is worth it for fun!"

Pram already had a 10-win streak in Monster Cards against the students.

Since money was at stake, her table was piled with winnings.

"And besides, this is a match with my fate on the line. I have to win that Moon Goddess Pendant!"

The winner's prize was jewelry Pram had long wanted.

From the moment Louis drafted her to the academy, she'd been obsessed with winning it.

Of the whole squad, Pram alone had such girlish tastes.

"Pram, shouldn't we go now?"

"Relax! I'll just say the carriage broke down and that's why we were late. It's not like he'll easily find us in this big city."

"Uh, guys..."

That's when Rozen, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke.

"Look over there..."

For some reason, his voice was trembling as he nudged Pram.

"Ugh, why are you always so scared, you coward..."

Pram snapped at Rozen—but her voice was cut off mid-sentence.

Right there, standing in front of them in the place they were supposed to meet, was Louis.

"Huh? Young master..."

"If you're here, you should've come straight to me. What are you all doing?"

"Well... the carriage..."

"You're not thinking of using 'the carriage broke down' as an excuse, are you?"

"..."

Pram only now realized her blunder.

With Louis's monstrous senses, finding them had been trivial. He had heard their whole conversation just moments before.

"Come with me. We have work to do."

After all, playing wasn't the reason they'd come here.

****

The Refilica brothers used to delight in tormenting their classmates, enjoying a paradise-like school life.

But after Louis and Rio appeared, their world had turned into a hellscape.

Of course, they'd brought it on themselves. After experiencing Louis's torment, even they recognized that.

Still, they felt wronged.

Even so, they didn't want to admit their own faults.

Driven mad by their sense of injustice, the brothers often found themselves in tears.

"How could you look like this in front of your mother, after so long!"

It was parents' visiting day during the event. The brothers couldn't help but start crying in front of their mother.

"Mother, it's just..."

"It's a little hard to explain..."

Of course, it was hard to explain.

Even though their mother held high authority, she dared not touch Louis, who held their weaknesses.

"This can't be good. Seeing you in tears... it makes me remember when Shalio's face was smashed in."

Remembering that incident, their mother jumped to her feet.

"Who did this! Tell me who!"

With the nightmare of the past resurfacing, there was no way a mother could simply stand by.

-------------= Clacky's Corner -------------=

Welp, with a mother like that, no wonder the Refilica brothers turned rotten.

I don't believe for a second that the mother didn't know the brothers' atrocities...'

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