The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 239

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Chapter 239

The news about the brawl between the repeaters and the problematic freshmen spread like wildfire.

You’d think this sort of thing wouldn’t happen at an academy filled with the elite children of noble families, but except for those from the highest-ranking clans with positions equivalent to "Heaven Above Heaven," it wasn't all that surprising.

Of course, under the academy’s rules, such reckless fighting had no justification.

"That’s why I came to see you, Professor."

A beautiful blonde woman spoke to me.

It was our first time meeting.

But I had heard plenty about her, and she, in turn, seemed to know a bit about me.

She was none other than the student council president of the academy.

Lodia Raschel.

The eldest daughter of an imperial noble family.

Regardless of her noble background, she was said to be competent and well-respected, which is why she had been re-elected as student council president.

I’d heard she was the most cherished student of the Empire’s Chancellor.

"So those brats… a brawl, huh…"

"Reporting it to the supervising professor is the proper thing to do."

Lodia Raschel glanced at Melissa, who was next to me, listlessly licking her ice cream.

"Melissa. It's really nice to see you again."

"You've been through a lot, Lodia."

"By any chance, would you consider coming back to the student council? We even got two freshmen in this time. It would be great if you lent us your strength."

So, the student council had already recruited some freshmen?

"Who are they?"

Melissa asked indifferently, clearly uninterested.

"You’ve heard their names, I’m sure. Basara Krevad, the heir of the House of Krevad, and Rubas Hontail, the youngest son of the Hontail family. It’s those two. Honestly, they’re still full of youthful arrogance and think highly of themselves, but they’re good kids at heart. I thought it might be worth keeping them close and teaching them some consideration."

Melissa once told me that even Lodia, now student council president, used to be a well-known troublemaker.

Apparently, she became who she is today thanks to the help of her seniors.

After all, there are things you learn not from teachers or parents, but from your peers.

"What about the alchemy student?"

"She’ll be a rival of mine in the future. Which I welcome. I have to graduate eventually too, after all."

"The responsibilities you’re handling aren’t exactly light, are they?"

"Oh, but an organization that relies on just one person never lasts long. By the time I graduate, she should be able to take my place."

Not a bad mindset.

Lodia, as student council president, didn’t discriminate against others just because they were from foreign lands.

If she did, she wouldn't have treated Aurora or Melissa with such trust.

"I heard Melissa was able to re-enroll thanks to you, Professor. I should thank you first."

"It was only possible because she was willing to return."

She gave a small chuckle.

"The freshmen will receive demerits. Regardless of the situation, they clearly insulted their seniors. That alone is enough."

She said both sides were at fault to some extent, so demerits would be given accordingly.

"However, in the case of the repeaters, since we confirmed that they started the fight, I think it would be appropriate for you, Professor, to decide on additional punishment."

At that, I asked the question that had been on my mind.

"So. Did they win? Or lose?"

"…Pardon?"

"My students. Did they win?"

"Is… that important?"

Student council president Lodia replied reluctantly.

"My brother’s got a twisted sense of values. Just answer."

"Uh… well… the repeaters were overwhelmingly dominant. Everyone was surprised. They said it was like they had completely transformed."

Hmm, well, with who trained them, that much is to be expected.

"Anyway, that aside, the headmaster left a message for you, Professor."

At that, my eyebrow twitched.

If the headmaster had something to say to me in this situation, it usually wasn’t good.

"First, since this was a case of mismanagement of the supervised cadets, he wants you to submit a written report."

"Tch…"

"And also, since he wants to offer a bit of leniency, he’s asked you to personally take on one of the students."

What kind of nonsense is this?

I scowled and asked:

"Who is it?"

"You’ve met her before. Ashuria Abelgard. The adopted daughter of Archmage Luteon Abelgard."

Ah… that brat who didn’t know how to control her power…

"Does it have to be me?"

"Well… there are some circumstances. Not the kind that can be shared openly. Honestly, if you really refuse, I could probably work something out on my end…"

"Fine. I get it. I’m responsible for what’s on the surface, at least."

At my response, she gave a faint smile.

"Alright then. Please take good care of my juniors, Professor."

* * *

I silently looked over the line of failing students in front of me, all of them sweating nervously.

Whoosh!! Bang!!

Beside me, Luna was throwing punches as if to set the mood.

Each time she punched, the air visibly trembled.

Their faces turned even paler.

From their perspective, Luna and I must have appeared as something incomprehensible.

Well, in their standards, “genius” would refer to people like Basara Krevad or Rubas Hontail—those who started at a completely different level.

People like us, who were entirely outside their reference points, wouldn’t even be on the same scale.

“You won? Good job. Thanks to you guys, I now have to write a report and take on a problematic student I never asked for.”

“S-sorry!!”

The pale students shouted in panic, but I just smiled.

“You lot. From now until the day before the exam, there will be no rest. I’ll raise the difficulty of the 'Mist of Trials' to twice what it is now.”

“Uwaaaah!!”

“D-damn it!”

“Run! That lunatic’s really going to kill us...!”

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They screamed and scattered in all directions, but I already had my spirit sword, Utopia, in hand.

“Open.”

Crack!!!

Compared to the first spirit sword Falling Blossom, the second, Utopia, was far more obedient.

As the white fog instantly engulfed them, their screams echoed out.

“P-Professor!!”

“Go bust your asses. I’ll make sure the supplies are ready.”

“You damn demon...”

Their voices were swallowed by the fog and no longer audible.

Afterward, I leisurely reclined on a sunbed again.

With Melissa being taken care of by Luna, I had one task left.

Correcting the problem child.

“It’s never a good sign when the number of cadets keeps increasing.”

* * *

Ashuria Abelgard — the adopted daughter of Archmage Luteon Abelgard.

Currently ranked top among the freshmen.

To be blunt, only a handful in this academy could possibly beat her.

She wasn’t just a genius.

She was someone who became powerful without needing to try.

That’s who she was.

“How did you do it?”

When Ashuria came looking for me, I immediately called her to the training ground.

“I heard the story. You — they say you can’t control your power.”

She looked up at me blankly with her colorless eyes.

“What do you mean? If I can control my power, I can learn how to interfere with magic?”

On the surface, someone might think, This is a genius?

But she wasn’t asking out of ignorance.

She simply didn’t care.

If it wasn’t something she was interested in, she gave it zero attention.

That was her.

Possessing extreme mana affinity, exceptional control, and computational ability, but also suffering from severe social dysfunction.

I skimmed through the document in my hand.

It contained the basic profile the headmaster had sent me.

She had been rescued by Luteon Abelgard from a cult long ago.

With nowhere to go and no memory, he had taken her in as his adopted daughter.

Luteon, who originally had no intention of teaching her magic, discovered one day that she had read his grimoires and taught herself magic.

By the time he realized, she had already reached the 5th Circle.

How she managed to hide that level from an archmage isn’t something I cared much about.

What mattered was that she had skipped over many foundational aspects of being a mage while raising her rank.

With her level of talent—able to achieve things just by seeing and thinking—there was no way she had gone through the usual struggles and moments of realization each level requires.

I think of talent like that as a double-edged sword.

Sure, she’ll become powerful in the short term.

There's no doubt that she’ll reach the level of an archmage in her twenties.

But.

If I had to describe her in one sentence...

She’s the kind of person who could just suddenly die one day without warning.

In other words... her fate is one of inevitable early death.

For starters, she has no idea how dangerous the magic she’s learned actually is.

“First, let’s see your skills. Come at me.”

She asked again at my challenge.

“How did you interfere?”

I’m not an expert at handling people like her, but I decided to stick to my own way.

“I’ll tell you if you beat me.”

Fwoosh!!

The moment I said that, the mana around her eyes flickered.

As she raised her hand toward me, a red flame danced at her fingertips and shot toward me like a bullet.

See?

If a normal cadet got hit by that, they’d die a horrible death.

Fsshhhhh!!!

But before it could even touch me, the magic evaporated like mist.

“I can’t see it. I don’t understand how it works.”

Until now, she must’ve just observed magic, vaguely understood it, and made it her own.

Her talent is undeniable.

But no matter how gifted you are, copying this kind of thing just by watching... is going too far.

“That’s it? Then I’ve got no reason to teach you.”

At my provocation, flames rose again around her—this time, seven fireballs. freewebnøvel_com

But once more, they dispersed before they could be fired.

Maybe because she learned it on her own.

Despite the magic being powerful, I could see several flaws.

If Archmage Luteon had taught her, those weaknesses would have been patched.

She’s the kind who got consumed by her own overwhelming talent.

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