It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains chapter 12

12. Orientation (2)

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“At this moment, three at 9 o’clock.”

“…”

Elijah swung his sword with a frown on his face.

The dummy beast in the form of a wolf, who was about to launch an ambush in the dark, was swept away by the blow.

“Two more from the ceiling. The vital part is the neck.”

“…hey, sir.”

He said something as he decapitated two bat-shaped piles in an instant.

“Oh, and the next tile traps on the floor. Just break the numbing poison launcher on the right.”

“Teacher. I have a favor.”

“What.”

“If anything is fine, can you please help me instead of just giving instructions…?”

“no.”

“…”

Elijah’s face contorted even more, but he giggled and added a word to that side.

“In the first place, you tried to beat me up as soon as you saw me the other day.”

“…it was.”

“So you were the first to say that you wanted to apologize? Will you do anything you ask?”

“…I do.”

“But what are you complaining about?”

“…Yep. sorry.”

When I said ‘Let’s get closer’ to each other, it was this guy who was delighted and rushed at me.

You have to keep what you said.

“…”

More than anything, I want to help but sometimes I can’t.

I am neither more nor less than a bug-level stat holder.

I’d rather just give orders and let him do all the fighting.

‘and…’

What became clear while going around this imitated artificial dungeon now.

Desperation will not be triggered unless there is ‘malice’ to harm me.

Maybe that’s why it doesn’t activate on dummies that are simply repeating pre-entered actions.

So what does this point mean?

Decision-making is also not omnipotent. It’s clearly a flawed ability.

The complacency that this skill will save me in every situation is something I should quickly throw away.

‘I must raise my stats.’

After all, stats are the same as basic physical strength that can be used in all situations. Growth is indispensable.

Especially when you consider that the performance of items and skills is also affected by stats.

As I was thinking about that, Elijah grumbled again next to me.

“Still, if you were a teacher, you could do better than me. With two people together, you can break through much faster-”

[ That’s amazing speed! ]

[ You broke the record two years ago! ]

“…”

The guy who tried to argue with dissatisfaction immediately shut up at the announcement voice that resonated with the fanfare.

“No, why? How is this possible? What the hell are you doing right now?”

Seeing him say that in a confused voice, I was dumbfounded that he was breaking the record despite proceeding in this way.

“Is that so surprising?”

“It’s not amazing, it’s just ridiculous!”

The guy gave a whimper and poured out his words.

“A mock battle is a stage made with the assumption that two people are going to do it. But I just made it move by myself, and the highest record… what the hell is it? Are you using some kind of magic? Even the regular knights couldn’t proceed like this? uh? what?”

“…”

He laughs inwardly at the appearance of confusion over his identity.

‘It’s honey, what.’

At least I have accumulated enough experience to be called a deceased person in this game.

However, I have a top-notch manpower who will move without asking or questioning my words?

It’s such an early dungeon that I can wake up even with my eyes closed.

‘Hmm.’

And if you’re running a speedrun with ‘only one person’ like this, there’s definitely a guy who will be interested in this side.

In fact, the reward for simply clearing this mock battle is also a reward, but that is also quite important.

I had to take this opportunity to open up a little bit.

Then, what is it in the end?

“The next section will be a little tougher than this one, but let’s just keep going. go for it.”

cheer up.

Until then, you have to do it all by yourself.

“…”

Elijah sharpened his teeth.

Then get your teeth out, dude.

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Evan Kramer, a student in Division 2 of the Beast Investigation Department, was sitting in front of the control panel in a contemplative state.

“The mock battle stages are pretty good these days. Did you organize the composition yourself in the department?”

“Yes, yes, yes…!”

When I managed to give an answer in a breathless voice, the other person smiled while looking at the video screen that was now reflecting the inside of the stage.

“It’s okay if we increase the budget moderately next year.”

It was clear that he was at least a man with enough authority to say such a thing.

Because the speaker was none other than the dean of the Faculty of Engineering.

Conrad Baltador.

The dean, who has only 4 people directly under the president, is said to be a person with absolute power, at least within the academy.

It was self-evident that at the student level, he was a person that would make it difficult to breathe just by having him next to him.

‘Why is this human being at a booth at an event like this…!’

As I shivered and pondered those thoughts, another voice interrupted.

“Oh, Conrad. What are you doing here?”

Unfortunately for Evan, the owner of the voice who appeared later was also a person who did not help at all to arouse the atmosphere.

Seeing the haggard-faced person entering the booth with several assistant professors from the Faculty of Magic, Evan almost began to suffer from shortness of breath.

“You are, Percy. I rarely go out.”

“It’s been a while since I came out to see freshmen. It makes me feel better every time I see green kids.”

“…”

Conrad silently looked at the half-corpse assistant professors from behind the woman called Percy.

“…a new tool, no, you’re not looking for graduate students?”

“Well, if you want to come yourself, you won’t stop, right?”

Percy Sister Levantine. The head of the Faculty of Magic replied with a single smile.

“So, you haven’t answered yet. You asked what are you doing?”

“There’s a guy I’m keeping an eye on these days.”

Conrad replied as he turned his gaze back to the video screen.

Persie’s gaze also naturally returned to that direction.

“Ah, if it’s that child, I know. Are you a candidate for the next hero?”

After saying that, Percy’s gaze naturally stayed on the stage passing record recorded on the side panel.

Should I say yes? The speed of passing each section is much faster than normal students.

As expected, it is noteworthy as a candidate for the warrior…

“no. Not that one.”

“…?”

Persie tilted her head and looked at the other student.

“Who is this?”

“Doud Campbell.”

“Ah, the impostor?”

Even though she doesn’t go outside the lab and isn’t streetwise, she had heard rumors about this uproarious freshman recently.

Did you win against a hero candidate through manipulation sparring?

“…but why are you sticking with the person who was scammed?”

“Looks like he knows that too.”

Conrad replied with a snort.

“This guy’s talent is real.”

“A trick?”

Persie furrowed her eyebrows and glared at the screen.

Do you have something to say…

No matter how you look at it, it looks like you’re getting a free ride to the hero candidate.

“This is why wizards who only roll pens are no good.”

“Why are you suddenly quarreling?”

“This record now, a record that can never be set by a candidate for the brave alone. Rather, the main body is over there.”

“…Yes?”

Persie asked that question and tilted his head, but instead of explaining in detail, Conrad turned his gaze back to the screen.

Seeing it from a distance, it looks even better.

How absurd this man is doing right now.

‘…interesting.’

In fact, among freshmen, there are occasional guys who get good records.

But, in the end, it’s just a fluke overlaid on immaturity. It’s hard to see it as your true skill.

In that sense.

Now, how does this man break through the difficulties?

‘I’m calculating everything.’

The location of the deployed hero candidate as if he knew in advance where the monster would come out.

A blow that flies in accordance with the instructions given at carefully calculated timing.

Follow-up moves as if you were seeing through the next pattern.

Every judgment you make at every moment is a near-perfect answer.

He said he was just standing there talking, but right now he was playing with a complex and elaborately arranged artificial dungeon as if it were placed in the palm of his hand.

I bet you

If a ‘freshman’ broke through the dungeon in this way, there would be only this one among the former students of Elfante.

Like…

‘Looks like he rolled on the battlefield thousands of times.’

It is a skill that can only be explained like that.

It just doesn’t make sense to have this kind of ability without any practical experience.

And ‘surviving combat’ until he has this ability suggests that this guy must be hiding something more than just an appearance that’s good to look down on.

“…”

So that makes me more curious.

If even this guy ‘directly’ participated in the dungeon raid with the hero, what kind of records would come out?

It’s a half record that only one person is setting, but if you participate yourself.

“No, no matter how I look at it, I don’t know.”

But isn’t this stupid wizard next to him just saying stuffy things from earlier?

“Then do you want to bet?”

“A bet?”

“Do you remember the record you and I set in mock battles when we were freshmen?”

“I will, then.”

Conrad and Percy. The academy freshman duo is talked about as the most legendary combination of all time.

The record of mock battles they set still remains the undisputed number one of all time.

“I bet he’ll break it.”

Percy’s eyes widened.

“…You’re watching that much?”

“then.”

“like. It’s come to this point, so I have no choice but to respond. I’m betting on not being able to wake up.”

“great.”

Saying that, he picked up the microphone attached to the control panel.

“I am Conrad Baltador, the dean of the Faculty of Knights. Can you hear me?”

The voice was probably spreading through the dungeon like an announcement.

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Just look at Elijah looking at the ceiling in amazement.

‘It’s fun.’

On the other hand, Conrad, who smiled at Daud, who was not at all embarrassed and stood still, spoke.

“Seeing how things are going, I’m a bit interested. May I make an offer?”

“Tell me.”

Even his attitude of snapping as if he waited for that.

“Right now, Percy, the head of the Faculty of Magic, and I made a bet outside.”

“A bet?”

“Whether we can break the record we set as a freshman or not. If you really do… well. I give Percy the right to ask for anything.”

On the other side, Percy raised her eyebrows slightly with an expression asking what she was doing, but she didn’t restrain her too strongly.

It seemed that he was sure that the record that remained as the best of all time would not be broken so easily.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel burdened. Anyway, the record you set now is great, and this is a request that is almost half forced.”

“Oh, that’s fine.”

so that.

“That’s enough to wake up unconditionally.”

When Doud Campbell replied:

The expression on Percy’s face was truly worth seeing.

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“Yeah…”

As soon as she entered the gymnasium dedicated to the student council, Beatrix exclaimed at the sweltering heat.

Elnor, stretched out in the middle of the floor, covered in sweat, must have had a big impact on that voice.

“What is all this?”

She laughed and tossed a water bottle to Elnor, saying that.

“I needed to organize my thoughts.”

“okay. I know that whenever you do that, you come to sweat alone. But what was the problem this time?”

“It has always been. It’s a bit harsh these days.”

Upon hearing that, Beatrix’s expression immediately turned serious.

A dark rumor circulating in Imperial society.

A demon lives in the bloodline of the Duke of Tristan.

It is a sentence that is used in two meanings.

One is a tribute to the inhuman genius of any human belonging to this ducal family that stands out in all fields.

The second is a metaphorical expression of ‘madness’, which is common to all dukes, perhaps as a reaction to it.

The expression of extreme violence that occurs as if it explodes from time to time, and the degeneration of reason.

As time passed, the figures of the Duke of Tristan were notorious for their miserable last years compared to their achievements.

Elnore is also not free from such a phenomenon.

No, I would rather see it as particularly extreme.

Even with her alone, several aspects of Elnor that she could not tell others remained as memories.

“…Is it very serious?”

“It’s nothing to worry about. It’s not entirely because of that.”

Elnor smiled and wiped the sweat with a towel.

“There was something I wanted to remember.”

“What do you want to remember?”

“It’s a move I learned from my mother when I was little. It’s a feat I learned when I first learned swordsmanship… I can’t quite remember. That’s why I was checking my swordsmanship from the beginning.”

It was a melancholy voice for a woman who normally doesn’t show even the slightest emotion, but instead of pointing it out, Beatrix kept accusing her.

Elnor’s feelings for his father and mother are so opposite that it can be said to be extreme.

My mother’s side was widowed when she was young, so there might be a tendency to be especially like that.

“Well, don’t push yourself too hard.”

“It’s okay. When you move like this to the point where you’re exhausted, you don’t even care about most things.”

“okay? Then you can just tell me.”

Elnor’s gaze returned to Beatrix’s booth.

“…Something. what to say.”

“I’m saying this because you asked me to let you know the information coming in from there. Earlier, a junior told me about it.”

“Then speak. something.”

“Daud Campbell, he says he’s with the next hero candidate. I heard it’s a mock battle. He said he was half-fighting with the deans, not with anyone else-”

Sparks flew from Elnor’s eyes.

“So, are you saying that the two of you are sticking together like that?”

“…”

I guess that’s more important than arguing with the deans.

“Well, the basic mock battle is a two-person team, so the two of you must stick together, right?”

Elnor stood up immediately. Beads of sweat splattered everywhere, but they didn’t seem to care.

“No, he said he was so exhausted that he didn’t even care about most things.”

“Noisy, somewhere over there.”

This crazy person is real.

Beatrix’s temples, which had been particularly overworked lately, began to throb again.

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