The Academy Leader is too Strong - Chapter 37



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Honestly, I totally agree with what you said about Davide needing to get in trouble. Even in the game, he’s a total piece of trash.

That David is absolutely unacceptable at the point where I am. That is why I came to see him in person.

This place has the unremarkable name of ‘Gitam-dong’. The disgusting smell I felt as soon as I entered made me angry.

So I guess I pushed it a little hard. I looked at Granby who was glaring at me like he was going to kill me. She’s a no-brainer.

However, it was quite difficult to play because it was a great way to incite people. That was understandable because it required an incredible amount of hard work beyond imagination.

“ruler. “Now I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.”

The atmosphere around me went down as fast as it could. Now they were extremely wary of the words that would come out of my mouth.

I raised the corners of my mouth. I thought this wasn’t fun, but when I tried it, it suited my taste. He had the mindset of an infallible villain.

“Go to Soloven like this and provoke him vigorously. Then you get hit.”

“to?”

Granby made a stupid sound. It would have been cute if Winter had said it, but it was really annoying to hear a grown man say something like that.

“The pretext has been filled, now it’s time to apply pressure. Soloven Lahorakhti. I will apply pressure on the Lahorakhti family.”

“Don’t make me laugh! There’s no way you, an excommunicated person, can put pressure on the Lahorakhti family!”

“So you idiots. My job is simple. Ask Berenice. Soloven hit me. While cursing Duhane. Now, what happens then?”

Only then did the faces of those in the club room turn grave.

That’s right. I’m excommunicated and have no power. Wherever I go, whether I get beaten to death or who I kill, it has nothing to do with Duhane.

But things change when Duhane’s name is mentioned.

“Soloven is not the kind of person who would say something like that!”

Being naive.

I don’t know why, but these babies die quickly from Soloven. That’s probably why the club president is Soloven.

Enthusiastic about Soloven’s chivalry and Soloven’s adherence to chivalry. That’s why it’s so naive.

“It depends on what you say. Even if Soloven claims his innocence, it will be difficult to prove it. “I make it happen.”

“We will testify! Everything we heard here and now!”

“You know what? There are people in the world who imitate human voices. I know them. All you have to do is simply ask them. “Please recite this line in Soloven’s voice.”

Granby was now starting to tremble. Ah, I think it’s a vicious method. It is so easy to destroy a person’s life.

“Soloven’s life, which you suck at, will go to hell in an instant. So tell me. Stay silent. Just think about the chivalry of death that you like. “Don’t go out and ruin things for no reason.”

“… … .”

“You don’t know much about Duhane. Even though I was excommunicated, Duhane’s blood flows through my veins. And Duhane bites everything that touches him.”

“… … .”

“It doesn’t matter if you swear or whatever. If you do it openly, it’ll be fun. But anyway, I’m saying to do it in moderation.”

He sneered at them, who were now completely speechless. This is what happens when you try to do something stupid.

“Look at Soloven. She’s beautiful. Straight-forward, caring for others. She’s a wonderful woman who upholds the tedious code of chivalry and protects her allies one step ahead of everyone else. You’re ruining her life. Oh, how sad.”

I understand why monarchs live a reign of terror. Seeing them lowering their heads without saying a word makes it even more impactful.

I felt like I should quit at this point. I spread my left hand. A strange movement appeared above it, and a Bible appeared.

“You dared to mess with the chapel. That was really stupid. That’s where our goddess is worshipped. It’s not a place where crazy kids can scribble. Our goddess is really angry because of this.”

“That… that’s not what we did!”

“I don’t know. He’ll punish you somehow. Unless I appease him. Something very interesting will happen. Are you curious?”

“… … .”

“That’s not fun.”

He said he had lost his excitement and sent the Bible back.

“See you in a week. Come back at this time. “Then you will feel in your bones who you dared to touch.”

I laughed out loud for the first time in a while. I don’t know if I’m bothering the kids too much, but isn’t it all just a matter of self-importance?

After speaking out once, I felt relieved.

* * *

Recently, a strange rumor began to circulate around the Academy. A nightmare story that comes with lightning.

These types of rumors appear frequently in the Academy. This is because those who like stories come forward, and those who are tired from training and classes enjoy it.

But this time is different. The current rumor called [Thunderbolt Nightmare] is similar to the [Black Moon] that was popular in the past.

Without knowing the cause, the effect, or even the target, a bolt of lightning strikes the head of a child who is eating out of nowhere.

It’s not deadly, but it’s very painful. A tingling sensation that runs up your nerves. An intense pain that burns your cells.

It’s enough to scare the students. I’ve heard that several students were taken away. The real problem starts after that.

Three days after that incident, something else started happening.

A strange person you meet in your dreams. It brings out the greatest anger that an individual has ever harbored.

Some have parents who abandoned them. Some have a lover who left them. Some have a friend who betrayed them. Although the targets and situations are different, they all experience the same results.

Feeling the most anger you can muster, which soon leads to excessive stress.

The students began to go crazy over the bizarre phenomenon. And Granby laughed at those guys.

“Nightmares and such.”

It’s just a dream. It’s very unpleasant and scary, but it’s just a dream. It doesn’t come every night. It’s just a moment.

Granby, who admired chivalry and studied it faithfully, could not understand those who trembled at such nightmares.

Since ancient times, a good knight does not neglect mental training. The balanced growth of mind and body is the growth of a good knight.

I always believed in my mental strength, which was strengthened by meditating for more than an hour every day.

“There are only two people today…?” … .”

“… … “No shame.”

There are only three people in the club room, including Granby. The place that used to be bustling with about 10 people has changed into something dreary.

The reason is precisely because of that nightmare. The first day Davide visited, there were two people. And yesterday, there were a whopping eight.

The guys who had the nightmare all took a seat on one side of the hospital room. There were people who suffered so much that they harmed themselves, and the situation was serious in its own way.

At the club member’s words, Granby waved his hand. I don’t care about these idiots. I don’t care about those who have barely succumbed to nightmares.

I’ve been subjected to a chilling threat. If I can’t overcome that, I can’t be called a knight.

“Granby. We’ll go and see.”

“okay. Good work.”

The sun had already set. It was about 8 p.m. As we frantically brainstormed alternatives and exchanged opinions, the time passed quickly.

Two members went out first, saying they were hungry. Finally, Granby, who had cleaned up the club room, came out, and only then did darkness fall on the club room.

The darkness had settled the mood. However, the training was not small enough to be swayed by this. Granby took out his magic lantern and headed straight for the dormitory.

I don’t feel like eating anything. I wanted to go quickly, melt my body in the warm water, and rest well.

-Warm.

Something joined Granby’s footsteps. The senses, sharpened by the darkness, caught the ideal with astuteness.

Granby turned his head hastily. It was an unfamiliar sound. It wasn’t the sound of shoes stepping down the hallway.

-Warm.

“Who are you?”

A strange sound that came out of nowhere. I tried to yell loudly, but it was just a tantrum.

Granby, alone in the dark hallway, was sweating profusely. He had no idea what was happening to him.

Were you sensitive? surely. I’ve overexerted myself just now. I looked around for a while and found nothing that could help. I thought I had heard something wrong.

-Tap tap. Click.

“under.”

When he turned his head to the window that barely let in the moonlight, he noticed a small bird looking at him.

The bird tapped the window with its small beak. Every time it did, the usual sound began to come from the window.

It is sensitive. How can you be so surprised by the sound of an animal? It showed an unsightly appearance. I was just about to laugh and walk away.

“… … .”

He felt a strong emotion rising. A shiver runs from the back of my head. For some reason, an inexplicable coolness remains where the thrill has passed.

It immediately made me tremble. Wide-open eyes cannot tell whether what they are seeing is correct.

It felt like I was tied up in a giant sticky rope. My hair felt like it was being pulled, and gravity was reaching out and pulling me down.

Granby didn’t fall down because he had a fortuitous posture, with his right foot back. If he had been standing upright, he would have fallen backwards.

It gave that much of a shock. So what?

A small bird seen beyond the window. A strange figure next to him. What was reflected in the window looked like an evil spirit.

She wears black flames like bottoms and her exposed upper body is full of unknown tattoos. A strange energy coming from a skinny body.

If you muster up the courage to look at that face, you will see a huge stag skull hiding its head. A red glow protruded from the empty eye sockets.

The evil spirit was looking at him. Approximately twenty steps down the hallway. After that, he just stands still on the edge and looks at his back.

Then the skull moved. The eyes met through the window. Granby seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and could do nothing.

What on earth is that? What is that endless darkness and emotionless attitude?

Is that really an ‘evil spirit’?

“Ugh… … .”

The reason that told me to turn around and check my identity began to fight with the instinct that told me to run without looking back.

If you want to face it and prepare, you must see it with your eyes, and if you are afraid of the unknown and want to run away, you must run. Meanwhile, Gran Vie, unable to make a decision, let out her pained moan.

– Chijik.

And it came without warning. I opened my tightly closed eyes and looked at the window. There were no evil spirits there.

Instead, the evil spirit was right behind him, looking down at him from a distance that seemed within breathing distance.

I looked straight ahead. What I saw was an illusion. Yes, I must have seen something wrong. As I was struggling to move forward, something began to appear in the corner of my vision.

A thin hand wrapped in a thunderbolt. A hand made of strange darkness was getting closer and closer to his face.

At that point, Granby finally passed out.

“what? “Maybe this scared me too much~”

“You’re so weak. You’re barely able to pass out over something like this.”

“Ugh, wouldn’t that be a little scary for me too? If I don’t know, I might get sick of it.”

“You man. “What does it mean to be tired from a woman’s mouth?”

The hallway was filled with lively conversation that didn’t fit the mood as Granby collapsed.