The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City-Chapter 161: Violet Cleaned the Battlefield (2)

What I explained to the others was simple.

"Let’s summarize it. If the young lady removes the key figures and facilities of the clan to shake things up, we just step in and carry out the manipulation behind the scenes, right?"

"That’s right! There’s no need to go out and fight directly."

If Violet and the others cause an upheaval and make Magna Nabis look like fools, the clan members would just watch the situation unfold and then collectively respond with an offensive.

There are many ways to do this. We could stir public opinion through media campaigns, report it to the Federation or the Academy City’s agencies, or even physically invade.

"Please convince the family members!"

If the Adela family were to lend their power, we could push them even further.

If the old noble families stand up and say, "These guys are the bad ones!" then even those who had been passive would come out to strike. That’s the way of the world!

"Let’s also poke the Inspection Bureau! Call in the scholarship officer too."

If Violet and the others tear down the academy and cut off Magna Nabis’ spine in the darkness, all the others need to do is swarm in and beat them up.

From their perspective, the risks are reduced.

If an ordinary clan or some lowly hunter were to propose such a thing, these people would have rejected it as nonsense.

"But these people have already witnessed our power!"

According to Violet’s guess, these people not only trust us, but also revere us.

Just by seeing me sit in the highest seat of the conference room, it’s clear.

From our perspective, this battle was extremely tough and difficult. However, all those in the rear who were evacuated only saw the result.

An army of Awakened ones rushed in and slaughtered the beast horde and the clan’s elites, whom even they couldn’t handle.

They even reclaimed the outpost that had been lost just a few hours ago.

The sight of the heir to the Cascadia family getting along with them was a bonus.

"According to collective intelligence calculations, it’s 99%!"

"We are the trusted Violet!"

Captain Harbor mumbled.

"When did you come up with such a plan..."

"Not long ago. So, are you going to help?"

"Of course, we have no choice. We can’t just sit back and do nothing."

I turned my gaze to Captain Klein. He seemed uneasy, chuckling awkwardly as he closed his eyes.

"I didn’t see anything, didn’t hear anything."

"Good job!"

Even if he refused, he had no choice. Otherwise, he’d be kicked out.

The meeting proceeded smoothly after that. I even got everyone’s contact information.

"When the operation is ready, I’ll contact you!"

As I was about to get up, Captain Harbor asked.

"By the way, what should we do with that prisoner? The girl who’s the vice president of the student council."

A woman sitting to the right shouted.

"Kill her like that fanatic! She won’t open her mouth anyway. Useless."

"Fine, let’s strangle her quickly!"

"Decapitation, no, let’s burn her!"

I contacted Violet and told them to prepare for a public execution.

However, suddenly, Captain Klein interrupted the conversation.

"Wait. We can’t kill her!"

"What?"

I wondered if some anti-death penalty spirit had suddenly possessed this soldier.

Unfazed by the sharp gazes of the others, the captain continued.

"You said everyone would file reports or take action after carrying out the plan, right? In that case, we can’t kill her. Please, hand her over to us."

"Explain."

Captain Klein took a slow breath before starting his explanation.

"If we go out like this, our 13th Mobile Combat Unit will simply be wiped out by an unknown enemy, and we’ll be treated as if we were ambushed and destroyed. We can’t hold the clan accountable."

"You see those corpses?"

"They are just ’corpses.’ If we claim ignorance, it’s over. And you can’t hold a corpse responsible. But a living person is different."

He pointed to the warehouse.

"This woman could either cooperate with us or not. The important thing is that a living person can be presented as a suspect or a witness. She has an identity, after all. The Federation can take action."

"Listen, it sounds reasonable, but you’re just a captain."

When Captain Harbor spoke up, the captain urgently continued.

"I’ll try to persuade the higher-ups as much as I can. I have connections from military academy days. Please, hand her over. I beg you..."

He even lowered his head, clinging to the request in desperation. I pulled the captain into a corner.

"No, sir. Is that woman your girlfriend or your sister or something? Why are you acting like this?"

The captain, who had been looking around, answered in a somber tone.

"If we don’t have concrete evidence, the higher-ups won’t even think about taking revenge, let alone act. Even if the opportunity arises, they’ll stay still. As an officer, it’s embarrassing to say this, but the Federation’s higher-ups don’t like stirring up trouble."

It was a bit of a surprise to hear someone directly say that the Federation is foolish and slow, though it had been established in the setting. Hearing it directly from a soldier felt different.

"Above all, we need to take her, so that my subordinates and colleagues get their death compensation and pensions properly. Please, I beg you!"

Ah, death insurance, huh? What does that even mean?

As I fumbled to understand, I heard an explanation: in the dungeon, any combat deaths were generally treated as accidents, resulting in smaller payouts. They don’t often recognize injuries as war-related unless it’s something major.

"What the hell? Is this for real? If it is, it’s kinda pitiful."

I was speechless at the sudden burst of adult realism and just shot back, mixing in some frustration.

"Whether she dies or lives, we need to handle it properly! Got it?"

"Thank you for trusting me. The military will definitely act. I’ll make sure of it! And…"

The captain told me to follow him. I followed him to the command vehicle.

"What’s this?"

"It’s not supposed to be like this, but please accept this small token. It’s the manual. I saw you collecting rifles and equipment earlier. I’ve written my contact information here as well."

He handed me a manual for operating tanks, armored vehicles, and various military equipment.

"Wow! With this, I could drive a tank!"

Nice. It’s a small thing, but not bad at all. And he just let the stolen equipment slide.

While we waited for the rescue team, the Violet squad took care of their teammates.

"Ugh, aaaaah! Salvation is coming! Gooaaargh!"

On one side of the outpost, a campfire had been lit. The leader of the fanatics was tied to a stake and burning.

"That bastard Lera should have ended up like that!"

"At least she got two legs out of it."

As I watched the burning at the stake, the clan representatives walked over to me. Wasn’t the meeting already over?

"There’s something I didn’t mention earlier."

"What is it?"

"Thank you. For saving all of us. We’ll definitely reward you."

I shrugged.

How much time had passed? Something shining beyond the ceiling descended in quick succession.

Warriors in armor and cloaks, reminiscent of medieval knights, along with heavy, unnamed battle vehicles, descended and landed.

"Who are you guys!"

"Hands up! Don’t move!"

As the Violet squad and the unidentified forces faced off, Adela intervened.

"It’s me, stop everyone!"

At Adela’s words, everyone, including us and the warriors, lowered their weapons. A man, who appeared to be the commander, approached and saluted.

"Miss, I’m relieved you’re safe. What about these people?"

"They’re allies! These are the ones who saved me."

At the word "allies," the man with navy blue hair looked at us with a more favorable expression. The warriors’ aggressive stance also softened a little.

Soon after, makeshift elevators and jet bikes came down one after another. These were the ropes that would take us out of here.

"They said we can’t take the truck!"

"Ughhh!"

Sadly, we couldn’t take the truck or tank immediately due to the elevator’s weight limit. Even if we managed to get the tank out of the dungeon, there was no way to drive it through the city to our home.

"I told the people. Let’s just leave them here for now!"

I hid the light tank near the outpost. With the cooperation of the Atlas Clan, we decided to store it for now.

Once the engine was off, the sound of the light tank gradually died down.

I felt a sadness from that sound. It seemed like our trusty war machine was lamenting not being able to join us in the feast of blood and violence any longer.

"Rugilinn’s Iron Fist! I’ll be back. Wait for me!"

In that short time, Rugilinn’s Iron Fist had become our great comrade. The Violet crew waved sadly at the tanks, which had been left alone in the darkness, and disappeared.

"Make sure you get along with Tank No. 2!! I’ll definitely come back to get you!"

"We’ll play together later!"

One by one, the Violets vanished into magic, leaving behind only a few who boarded the elevator with their teammates.

"Goodbye."

After passing through the gate and stepping out of the dungeon, I saw that the sky, which was hard to distinguish between day and night, was cloudy and raining. As I saw the large military force gathering outside the gate, I inhaled deeply.

"It’s a Cascadia unit."

Irene said, looking at the group stationed in front of the gate. The warriors in armor and numerous combat vehicles from earlier were waiting there. Anti-gravity airships hovered in the sky.

"Violet. Can you explain it now?"

The girl, who had returned as the student council president of Aegis and the future head of the Cascadia family, asked the question. I nodded.

"Yeah, but it will take some time. I’ll send another me! Let’s go to a quieter place to talk."

"Another... you?"

To explain our plan in detail, I had to reveal the Clone Technique as well.

A small anti-gravity airship landed in front of us with a clean motion.

A well-dressed man rushed over and opened an umbrella.

"Miss Adela! Are you hurt anywhere? More importantly, who is that person next to you…?"

"She’s a friend."

Violet No. 10 got on the helicopter with Adela. Soon, the Cascadia combat unit, carrying all the academy students and professors, took off, leaving the gate behind.

"You need to explain this well!"

After sending Violet No. 10 away, the other Violets came up with the prisoner under strict guard. Lera, bound tightly, was squirming irregularly.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

"Stay still!!"

When I hit the back of his head with a hammer, he quieted down. Armored vehicles were approaching from a distance.

"You won’t get hurt again, will you?"

"This time will be different. We’re outside the dungeon."

The captain said confidently.

Several heavily armed attack helicopters flew in the sky, circling like eagles.

When the doors of the armored vehicle opened, soldiers brought out a coffin-like device and placed Lera inside.

"It’s a special restraining device for high-level awakened ones."

"I see."

As I watched the heavily armed convoy disappear beyond the gate, other soldiers entered the dungeon.

Before getting into the car, Captain Klein and the soldiers stopped. They had things to deal with and had to stay behind. It was going to be troublesome. Their superior, Major Marius, had turned into a ghoul and had his head blown off by our gunfire.

"Thank you for your help."

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After the captain and soldiers saluted, they went back through the gate. I waved my hand in response.

At the same time, Violet’s convoy arrived.

"Hey, get in!"

"We’re going home now…"

"I’m so tired."

Team members and Violets, weary from exhaustion, got into the car one by one. Lastly, the prisoner was helped into the car.

"Where are we going?"

"Home!"

Violet’s convoy sped down the road.

---

The friends must have been so tired that they skipped meals and went straight to their rooms to sleep.

Some of the sicker ones needed extra treatment and had to go to the hospital.

"Good thing your recovery is fast!"

A day later, the prisoner returned from the hospital looking haggard.

She had previously served the villains but would now live as a worker for Violet’s group.

Fortunately, Ennis obediently followed our orders. After being half-dead, she was constantly watching me closely.

"From now on, this will be your home. Got it?"

"Yes, understood. What should I call you?"

"‘Master’ sounds weird. Call me ‘Boss’ or ‘Teacher’!"

"Yes, Boss…"

By the way, she smelled pretty bad. Maybe because she hadn’t bathed. If I’m going to make use of her, I’ll need to wash ger and change her clothes first.

"I’m sorry. This is a bit tight…"

"Why are you so particular about everything?"

I gave her some of my clothes and underwear to wear temporarily, but they seemed a bit tight on her body. So, I gave her Daphne’s clothes instead.

"Ugh! So picky for a slave."

I muttered as I directed the worker to the next task.

"Boss, what’s this?"

"It’s a magical power suppression restraining device! You’re an awakened one, right? From now on, wear this. It’s waterproof, so unless absolutely necessary, don’t take it off. Got it?"

Ennis’ hands were fitted with complicated bracelets. These were the same restraint devices used by Calia before. They’re useless against strong people, but effective against the weak.

"It’s true. My magic isn’t flowing."

- Ah, Boss. I rushed to get this, but I’m not sure how well it will work. By the way, the bomb collar?

- The performance is fine. As for the bomb collar... forget it. Just get me some electronic ankle cuffs or something!

It was worth pestering Leslie for the past day.

"Good. Now, let me show you where you’ll be staying. Follow me."

"Yes, Boss."

"Wait a minute. Stay still!"

I dragged the person to the room, but the ponytail in front of me was bothering me. I untied the person’s hair.

"As expected, the hairstyle was the problem!"

"Well, she’s still an old lady though."

With that, she was free from the evil ponytail faction.

After untangling her hair, she didn’t look bad.

Though not as beautiful as Violet and her lovely friends, she was still passable.

"Right, old lady! You just need to wear this from now on."

"This is a lab coat?"

"Well, you’re a researcher, right? From now on, just focus on research. If you need other clothes, let me know! For now, just wear this."

"Okay."

As I was guiding her to the room, the slave mumbled something.

"Not an old lady..."

I snickered and replied to Ennis’ muttering.

"You’re thirty, right? That makes you an old lady."

I chuckled. Only a beautiful girl could escape the claws of an old lady.

Ennis, hearing my words, protested in a small voice, as if she felt wronged.

"I’m still in my twenties!"

"Aren’t you twenty-eight? That makes you an old lady! You’ll be thirty soon. You’re educated, but can’t even do basic rounding?"

"Ugh..."

At our sharp words, she was left speechless.

---

While Violet was guiding the new resident since the morning, Yurik was deep in thought, staring at some documents.

"Sigh... Where did the professor get these materials from?"

The papers in front of him were filled with complicated magic circles and various magical spells.

He took a sip of coffee and looked them over again, but instead of understanding, his head was still throbbing.

"Is it difficult?"

Violet, who was organizing books beside him, asked.

"Of course, it’s difficult. These materials aren’t just products of ether science. They are highly interdisciplinary, mixing magic studies and mysticism. But that’s not even my field of expertise..."

Yurik mumbled to himself. It would be nice if there was someone else here.

"I see, Uncle. Take a break while you’re at it! Should I bring more coffee?"

"Well, I’d appreciate that. I’ll take a short break and be back!"

Yurik left his small office.

As he got some fresh air, another Violet appeared in front of him.

He had already gotten used to his unusual employer. Without thinking much, he was resting when a young woman he had never seen before stood next to him.

"Uncle! You said you needed someone, right?"

Violet called out cheerfully with a smile.

He cautiously looked at the unfamiliar woman. She was wearing something that looked like handcuffs.

"Who is she? That person?"

"Mm, she’s going to live in the room next door. She’s a slave. Now, introduce yourself!"

The woman with brown hair bowed her head.

"My name is Ennis Lowell. I look forward to working with you..."

"Oh, I’m Yurik. Yeah..."

Just as he was about to extend his hand for a handshake, a strange word caught in Yurik’s mind.

"Wait, what did you just say? A slave?"

"Yeah, you said you needed someone, right? She’s going to be your personal slave from now on. You can use her however you like!"

"U-Use her however...right. Got it..."

Upon hearing Violet’s words, Ennis mumbled something, her face slightly reddening as she avoided eye contact.

Yurik, completely stunned, scratched the back of his head like a fool, then widened his eyes and stared at Violet in disbelief.

"I didn’t hear that wrong, did I?"

Violet, on the other hand, had no idea why the doctor was reacting like that.

"Did we say something wrong?"

"Who knows."