25 - false pride








 I, Hurt C, sensed that I was in pain and started to act it out.



"Ugh! Delayed Pain ....... Geez, that hurts. It hurts too much. Specifically, it feels like a cracked bone.



 He makes a face of anguish and squirms his body. What do you think? Does it hurt?



"You stupid ...... can't get up. Why ...... under my spell?"



 This was before acting.

 But now is the time to be upset. I was about to turn on my heel and dash for it.



 Out of the corner of my eye, I see a suspicious looking young lady who stops as she is about to walk up to the nobleman and thinks for a moment as if she were looking over at me.



 What is the young lady dressed as a man doing?



 Our eyes meet.

 Her eyebrows arched in a figure of eight as if she were lost, and then she came slinking up to me, her pure white ponytail swinging.



"I've been trying to sort out the situation and figure out what I should do. In this case, I think the first thing I should do is apologize for getting you into trouble, don't you?"



 What is this guy talking about now?



"The second option that came to mind was to appease his anger over there. But I still don't understand what he is angry about. I thought this would only make him more angry, is that right?"



 I'm not sure I'm the right person to ask you that.



"Of course, I'd like to know if you're << okay? >>I also thought of the action of calling out to him. I had to heal at the same time. But you don't look hurt. So I thought it would be inappropriate."



 I'm aware that I'm not good at communicating with others, but this guy can't read the air any better than I can, I'm sure.



"I guess I owe you an apology first. I'm really sorry."



 So, now is not the time to bow politely.

 I can't say out loud, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.



"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! You mocked me!



 See, you're the one who made me run away.

 The pissed-off nobleman moved his mouth quickly.



 A magic circle floats on top of another.

 The center of them shines brighter.



"No, Master Schneidal! That kind of power will kill you!"



 I don't know what it is, but it seems to be a magic with extremely high killing power.



 This is why I hate school.

 They can't communicate with each other, and they only attack me.



 Yeah, it sucks.

 It really sucks.



 He's gonna shoot the magic now, and I can't escape with a fake one that can't enhance itself.



 This is the part where I'm supposed to use my magic to protect me.

 I'm counting on you, real me. Protect me well, will you?



 I shove my hand into my tattered jacket. I pull my magic gun from its holster. I push the pony girl away and ready it.



"f*ck you!"



 With a high-pitched cry, the nobleman pulled the trigger.



 I was the one who received the shock.

 The arm without the gun is shot, and my body is dragged around in circles by it.



 But it doesn't hurt.

 There is no trace of my left arm on my clothes, but the arm itself is unharmed and undamaged. That's just like the main body!



 I get up and make a dash for it. I get up and dash to get out of the line of fire before the nobleman and his cronies find me.



 Well, what happened to my attack?

 Well, it won't work on the elites. But it must have at least blinded them.



 Leave the ponies alone. I hope the nobleman punishes her.



"Hey, I finally found you, Mr. Hurt."



 Geez, little glasses.



"I'm busy right now. I'll see you later."



"Hmm. There's a lot of noise over there. I'm intrigued, but there's nothing more interesting than you right now. Come on, I'll show you my lab."



"No."



 But as a copy who can't magically enhance himself, I was easily caught by the little guy.



"What's wrong? Are you having a bad day? You used to be so fast that even I couldn't keep up with you."



 That's the main body. The copy is weak.

 So, the escape failed. Let's give up. It's easier to take it as a positive that I won't be involved any more if I'm with the teacher.



"Aaah! My shoulder, my arm!






 I heard some kind of scream coming from far away, but I was dragged along...



 



★★★★★







 Schneidal Hafen is the eldest son of a marquis.

 He is in his fourth year, but he is a year behind Princess Marianne, who is one year younger than him, and he feels bad about being the vice-president.



 He is a fourth-year student, but he is a year behind the younger princess Marianne, and he feels that he is not good enough to be the vice president.



"Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no! You mocked me!"



 The dark-haired freshman, who had probably deployed a defensive spell beforehand, was still in perfect condition, and was acting like a fool and in pain.



(I'm going to kill you.)



 Reason is tinged with the desire to kill.



"No, Mr. Schneiderl! That kind of power will kill you!"



 But the words of his cronies brought him back to himself. But I will not stop the magic.



(I'll wipe out one of his arms.)



 If we apply healing magic immediately, we can at least save his life. No, I didn't care if he died.



 A nobleman's pride has been wounded. He deserves what he gets.

 Prince Laius is the only one of this year's newcomers to watch out for. The others have no excuse but to rely on their father, the Marquis.

 One son of a frontier count was admitted to the school by force, but it was hard to believe that the dark-haired boy with a bad upbringing was a nobleman, judging from his words and actions.



 If he was a commoner, it would be enough if he gave some money to his family.



(Let's try our luck. Your own luck!)



 With a grin, Schneidal lifted the corner of his mouth,



"Kurayeeeeee!"



 He unleashes his magic. His greatest magic is based on fire and wind. With his high speed, he does not give his opponent a chance to escape, and the moment of impact, he explodes. Its destructive power is equivalent to an impressive rank B at the student level.



 The black-haired man took out something unfamiliar and pointed it at me, but I did not think he could shoot magic without chanting.

 It is an ironclad rule in magical warfare that when attacking, one must also build up one's defense.

 Only a few people in the school, including Marianne, could break through the defensive magic circle that was deployed at the same time.



 There was a cool sound.

 A moment later, a dull crunching sound. At the same time, an intense pain shot out from her right shoulder.



 A bone was shattered.

 Flesh was crushed.



 Schneidal is blown away, and his followers behind him are reaped.



"Argh! My shoulder, my arm!



 It was a miracle that we were still connected.

 That's how hard the impact hit my right shoulder.



"Mr. Schneiderl, be careful! We will heal you now!"



 Desperate cries can be heard in the distance.

 If you're going to heal me, do it quickly, you fools!



 With anger comes doubt. How did I get hurt so badly?



(What did that guy just do ......?)



 No, I didn't do anything. I couldn't have done it.



(That woman with the white hair?)



 That's not it either.

 If she tried anything, one of her cronies would have noticed.



 Schneidal wracks his brain in his fading consciousness and comes to a conclusion.



(Someone covered for her. (Someone covered her up. I can't think of anything else.)



 One on one, I would have won for sure.

 I have not confirmed whether the attack hit the black-haired man, but if he is still alive, I can't leave him like this.



(I am God's chosen man. Next time! I promise!)



 The cry in his heart was not voiced, and Schneidal lost consciousness.