There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 17

Smoke billowed out from all directions, and the entrances to all the training rooms were forcibly opened. Everyone rushed out in bewilderment, but Ryuseong, on the contrary, gritted his teeth and tried to rush inside. This was because, according to the screen showing the training room that he had seen just before, Cassis de Millang was the one who had caused this situation.

Blood magic is extremely sensitive to external factors. He had never faced a blood mage before, but since it was a type of magic that controlled blood to transform its shape, if control was lost for even a moment, the caster could immediately meet their death.

As such, those who use blood magic in actual combat had to hone their minds through excruciatingly harsh training. Even to Ryuseong, who did not know much about blood magic, it was clear that this was not a magic a cadet should be practicing in combat training without a professor, especially on their first try.

‘He talks a big game, but……!’

Just as Ryuseong was about to rush in, he felt a presence trying to grab his shoulder. Ryuseong immediately used a breakfall to roll on the floor, then quickly got up and brought his hand to his waist, and then.

“Why are all the freshmen like this? Look at that attitude, huh? You gonna pull a sword on the principal? Huh?”

He realized the other person was the familiar face of the principal.

The moment his tension eased at the sight of the skeleton covered in rotten leather.

Thud, thud.

A figure walked out from the very source of all the problems.

Amidst the billowing clouds of smoke, the form, accompanied by a chilling scent of blood, was enough to make the trained cadets tense up. It was just as the cadets who had rushed out of the training rooms were gulping and staring straight ahead.

“Oh my, has some kind of problem occurred?”

A face, so unfairly and excessively calm, was revealed in its paleness.

It was Cassis de Millang.

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“You call that a proper question?”

As I acted shamelessly, the principal spread his arms as if dumbfounded and pointed all around with the tips of his finger bones. The surroundings, where the cadets who had been inside the training rooms had poured out like a flood, were in a state of utter chaos. After directing everyone’s gaze to survey the mess, the principal finished by pointing a finger at me.

“You broke everything!”

Well, if you put it that way, I do not have much to say.

But ‘Cassis de Millang’ does.

“I was quite surprised myself. To think the academy’s security system was this fragile……”

I looked at the principal with a mixture of contempt and pity, and the principal jumped up and down on the spot.

“It’s because you set the security level too low! Damn de Millang!”

I tilted my head.

“Security level?”

Out of conscience, I refrained from adding, ‘What is that? Can you eat it?’ But the principal did not seem to understand my words.

“What?! The system overloaded because you set the security level to 1, you bastard! There’s no way a mere level 1 could withstand ‘your’ power! You’re the one who messed up, how dare you turn the tables on me……!”

“I am sorry, but what is a security level?”

The principal’s jaw dropped. Ah, what a grotesque sight, to the point I wanted to close it for him. I faced him and tapped my cheek with my fingertips.

“I was simply curious and came to visit because my roommate makes frequent use of the sunbaes’ training rooms. As a first-year student, I have not yet received a formal explanation on how to use the training rooms……”

Of course, having read the original story, I knew. The security levels were broadly arranged from 1 to 10, which was why the system did not get paralyzed even when Ryuseong poured out his strength to the point of being drenched in sweat every day. But if you raise the security level, the difficulty of the appearing enemies also goes up.

I did not want that.

To summarize, the current situation was about half-intended. I had not expected the system itself to overload, but it was true that I had intended to break the training room anyway.

In other words, I deliberately set the security level to 1 and charged in to gain the title of a genius who could display this much power with a magic I was using for the first time.

‘Usually, you can never break a training room, no matter what the security level is.’

So when I said this, I deliberately did not look at the staff member who had guided me. A few gazes did turn in his direction even without me saying anything, but I had no intention of blaming the poor staff member, so I bowed my head politely with a perfectly aristocratic movement.

“Well, it seems it was my fault. I sincerely apologize.”

“Hah……”

Would it be too much to think that the principal, who does not even have hair, is about to experience stress-induced hair loss?

Anyway, the principal shook his bald head and, after muttering something like ‘worrying will be the death of me,’ made a few hand gestures in the air. It was not something a skull that cannot die should say, but even to my eyes, which had perfectly memorized 78 hand seals, the movements were too fast, complex, and intricate to understand.

He was even forming different hand seals with each hand.

‘Surely I do not have to do that too, do I?’

As I was feeling a brief sense of crisis, the principal smirked at me and began to form hand seals even more dazzlingly. Ah, you want to tease your student in a situation like this, you old man? A surge of anger rose within me, but at some point, the principal stopped his hands. Following that, a pure white light traveled down from the floor where the principal stood, swept across all the walls, and converged on the ceiling.

As I was steeped in admiration, something felt strange.

The other cadets were standing there blankly, as if they had not seen the light that had brushed past their feet.

While I was feeling puzzled, my eyes met the principal’s.

He was looking at me as if to say, ‘not bad.’

“There you go, you brats! The system is restored! Cadets, continue your training! Study! Roll! And Cassis de Millang, you want to go for another round? Then I’ll tell you how to set the security level first!”

“No, I am too scared to do it anymore. I will wait for the training rooms to be formally opened to the first-years. Besides, I have a question to ask you.”

Of course, that was a lie. I had intended to go for just one round from the beginning. It was because I wanted to make an impact.

But well, I think I have sufficiently implanted the impression of being a genius who can produce this much destructive power with a magic I used for the first time, so just as I was about to ask the principal what the light I just saw was…….

Suddenly, I felt a rush of heat, and a hot hand grabbed my arm forcefully. Thanks to my skills improving somewhat over the past three weeks, it was not impossible for me to react, but I just let myself be caught obediently.

Because it was Ryuseong.

“……I will come see you separately later.”

I did not resist the hand that was forcefully dragging me away and tried to make it look like I was accompanying him rather than being dragged, but it seems it did not work on the principal, as he was making a strange expression.

In any case, I was semi-forcibly taken out of the training room. Even so, Ryuseong did not stop walking, pulling me along. I did not know where he was taking me, but I still had something I wanted to say.

“Are you finally looking at my face? We have even had a scandal, you know. It hurts my feelings when you avoid me to this extent……?”

How about that, annoying, isn’t it, you punk?

But the answer I got was not very satisfactory.

He, who was looking down at me with a deep gaze that was impossible to read.

“……Tsk.”

He left me with only this one word and dragged me away.

What is this, no fun.

Still, I did not feel confident that I had built up enough skill to defy him yet, so I decided to let it slide. Just as I was thinking that, Ryuseong opened a door with a ‘No Entry’ sign on it. And he unhesitatingly pulled me inside.

There was no one inside, but judging from the scenery, it seemed to be the nurse’s office. It was probably off-limits because the school nurse was not there, but is it okay to just barge in like this? I left that conscientious thought as just a thought.

Because I am a de Millang, after all.

‘Hah!’

As I was indulging in some self-praise for my personality, my body was suddenly thrown like a piece of paper. It was a rough touch, so much so that I might have been injured if the surface I landed on had not been soft. Thrown roughly onto the bed, I frowned and was about to protest. If a dozen or so potion bottles had not been dumped into my arms with a clatter, I would have berated him without hesitation.

“Do not ever do this kind of crazy shit again.”

I was staring up at him blankly for a moment, and he, after glaring at me with displeasure, quickly turned and left. The door closed without a sound.

I tried to reach out my hand towards him but ended up grasping only the air before lowering it again. And I fiddled with the shoulder holster connected to the corset belt I was wearing over my uniform.

The corset belt was not only enchanted with excellent defensive magic, but it was also a prized possession of Cassis de Millang, worn to prevent his organs from spilling out in case his body was pierced. The shoulder holster was worn to store various personal items, and honestly, I had thought it was a hassle every time I changed my uniform, but in a situation like this, it was quite useful.

I took out a golden potion from my shoulder holster and poured it on my arm, which was still bleeding. And I picked up one of the dozen or so potions Ryuseong had given me, which were stocked in the nurse’s office, shook it, and held it up to the sunlight.

“……Cheap stuff.”

The potion was silver.