No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 17

Smoke billowed out from all directions and the entrances to all practice rooms were forcibly opened. Everyone rushed out in bewilderment, but Ryuseong instead clenched his teeth and tried to run inside. Based on what he saw on the screen showing the practice room right before, Cassice Demillang was the one who caused this situation.

Blood magic is extremely sensitive to external factors. He had never faced a blood magic user before, but since it’s a type of magic that transforms form by controlling blood, if control is lost even for a moment, the caster could immediately reach death. 

As such, those who use blood magic in real combat must sharpen their minds through extremely rigorous training. Even to Ryuseong, who didn’t know much about blood magic, it meant that it wasn’t a magic that a student could do combat training with on their first attempt without a professor present.

‘He boasted well…!’

Just as Ryuseong tried to rush in, he felt someone trying to grab his shoulder. Ryuseong used a falling technique to roll on the floor, then quickly got up and put his hand on his waist, and then.

“Why are all these new students like this? Look at that attitude, huh? Are you going to draw your sword on the principal? Huh?”

He realized the opponent was the principal with a familiar face.  

For a moment, his tension loosened at the sight of a skull covered in rotten leather.

Step, step.

From the starting point of all the problems, a figure walked out.

Amidst the thick smoke billowing out, the form accompanied by a startling scent of blood was enough to make the trained students tense up. Around the time the students who rushed out of the practice room were watching the front while gulping.

“Oh my, I wonder if there’s a problem.”

An excessively calm face was revealed in white.

It was Cassice Demillang.

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“Is that even called talking?”

As I shamelessly acted, the principal spread both arms as if dumbfounded and pointed all around with the tip of his finger bone. The surroundings where the students inside the practice room had poured out like water were a melting pot of chaos. The principal, who made everyone look around the messed up surroundings, pointed at me as a finish.

“You broke everything!”

If you say it like that, I have nothing to say.

But ‘Cassice Demillang’ has something to say.

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

I looked at the principal as if looking down on him or pitying him, and the principal jumped up and down.

“Didn’t you set the security level low?! Damn Demillang!”

Tilting my head.

“Security level?”

In good conscience, what is that? Is it edible? I didn’t add that. But the principal seemed to not understand my words.

“What?! The system was overloaded because you set the security level to 1, you little…! How could level 1 possibly handle ‘your’ power?! You messed up and now you’re talking nonsense…!”

“I’m sorry, but what is the security level?”

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

“I only came out of curiosity because my roommate urgently uses the seniors’ practice room, but as a first-year student, I haven’t been formally explained how to use the practice room…”

Of course, I knew since I had read the original work. Security levels are provided in a wide range from 1 to 10, so even though Ryuseong poured out his strength to the point of being drenched in sweat every day, the system didn’t get paralyzed. However, if you raise the security level, the difficulty of the enemies that appear also increases.

I didn’t want that.

In summary, the current situation was half-intentional. I didn’t expect the system itself to be overloaded, but anyway, I did intend to break the practice room.

In order to gain the title of a genius who exerts this much power with a magic used for the first time, I deliberately set the security level to 1 and rushed in.

‘Usually, no matter what the security level is, you absolutely can’t break the practice room.’

So when I said this, I didn’t particularly look at the staff member who guided me. Even though I didn’t speak, some gazes were directed there, but I had no intention of blaming the pitiful staff member, so I politely bowed with an extremely noble movement.

“Well, it’s my fault. I sincerely apologize.” 

“Ha…”

Is it too much to think that the principal, who doesn’t even have hair, seems to be getting stress-induced hair loss?

Anyway, the principal shook his bald head and made remarks like ‘Ugh, I’m going to die.’ then made several gestures in the air. It wasn’t something a skull that can’t die should say, but it was a movement too fast, complex, and challenging for me to understand, even though I had perfectly memorized 78 types of hand seals.

He was even making different hand seals with each hand.

‘Surely I don’t have to do that too, right?’

For a moment, I felt a sense of crisis, and the principal smirked at me and started making even more dazzling hand seals. Ah, do you want to tease your student in this situation, you old man? For a moment, an upset feeling surged up, but at some point, the principal stopped his hands. Then, a white light ran down the floor where the principal was standing, swept all the surrounding walls, and gathered on the ceiling.

While I was immersed in admiration, something was strange.

The other students were standing blankly as if they couldn’t see the light that brushed past their feet.

In the midst of puzzlement, my eyes met the principal’s.

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

“Alright, you brats! The system has been restored! Students, finish practicing! Study! Roll! And Cassice Demillang, are you going to do one more round before leaving? Then I’ll tell you how to set the security level first!”

“No, I’m too scared to do more. I will wait for the practice room to formally open to first-years. Rather, I have a question to ask.”

Of course, it’s a lie. I originally intended to do only one round from the beginning. Because I wanted impact.

But well, I think I’ve sufficiently left the impression of a genius who exerts this much destructive power with a magic used for the first time, so just as I was about to ask the principal what the light I saw was…

Suddenly, I felt a heat rush in and a hot grip roughly grabbed my arm. Thanks to my skills improving quite a bit over the past three weeks, I could have reacted if I wanted to, but I just let myself be grabbed.

Because it was Ryuseong.

“…Let’s meet separately later.”

Without resisting the hand that forcibly dragged me, I tried to make it look like I was accompanying him rather than being dragged. But it seems it didn’t work on the principal, as he was making a subtle expression.

Anyway, I was half-forcibly taken out of the practice room. Still, Ryuseong didn’t stop walking while pulling me. I don’t know where he’s trying to take me, but I still had something I wanted to say.

“Is this the first time you’re showing your face? Even though we had a scandal, it hurts my feelings that you avoid me that much…?”

How about it, isn’t it annoying, dude?

But the answer that came back wasn’t very satisfactory.  

With a deep gaze that I didn’t know what he was thinking, he looked down on me and said.

“…Tsk.”

Leaving only this one word, he dragged me along.

What’s this, how boring.

But I still don’t have the confidence that I’ve accumulated enough skills to win, so I was thinking I’ll let it slide, when Ryuseong opened a door with a “No Entry” sign. And without hesitation, he pulled me inside.

There was no one inside, but judging by the scenery, it seemed to be the infirmary. It seemed to be off-limits because the nurse wasn’t there, but is it okay to barge in like this? I kept that conscientious thought as just a thought.

Because I’m Demillang anyway.

‘Kya!’

While praising my own personality like that, my body was suddenly thrown like a sheet of paper. It was fortunate that the surface I hit was soft, otherwise it might have been a rough touch that could have hurt me. Roughly thrown onto the bed, I frowned and tried to protest. If only a dozen potion bottles weren’t thrown into my arms, I would have criticized the other person without hesitation.

“Don’t ever do this crazy thing again.”

For a moment, I looked up at him blankly, and he glared at me discontentedly, then quickly turned around and left. The door closed without making a fuss.

I reached out my hand towards him, then clenched the empty air and lowered it again. And I fiddled with the shoulder holster connected to the corset belt I was wearing over my uniform.

The corset belt not only had excellent defense magic cast on it, but it was also Cassice Demillang’s beloved item worn to prevent organs from spilling out in case the body was pierced. The shoulder holster was for putting various belongings, and honestly, I thought it was annoying every time I changed into my uniform, but now that this situation occurred, it was quite useful.

I took out a golden potion from my shoulder holster and poured it on my arm where the blood hadn’t stopped yet. And I picked up one of the dozen potions Ryuseong left behind, which was provided in the infirmary, shook it, and looked at it in the sunlight.

“…It’s cheap.”

The potion was silver.