The Main Heroines are Trying to Kill Me

- Crack...!

"Aaargh!!"

A large figure shrouded in sword aura, who was charging at Frey, flew into the air.

"You shouldn't just rely on brute force and charge recklessly like that. It makes you vulnerable to counterattacks."

"Argh!!"

Frey, staring intently at the fallen student, swiftly kicked him in the waist as he fell to the ground, slamming him against the wall.

"And just emitting sword aura isn't enough either. There are plenty of people in this world who can do that. It seems like you haven't put any effort into honing your skills since awakening your powers, am I wrong?"

"..."

"...Why aren’t you saying anything?"

As Frey ‘lectured’ the gasping student pinned against the wall, he tilted his head, noticing the lack of response.

"Am I funny to you?"

"Ughhh..."

Then, Frey snapped one of the student’s fingers and asked.

"Why aren’t you answering? Do you need further explanation? Should I explain again from the beginning?"

"N-no, no! I understand! Please..."

"Ohh… you finally answered. But..."

Only then did the silent student desperately begin to speak. Frey nodded, then raised an eyebrow, posing another question.

"What did you say in the hallway earlier?"

"Uh, um...?"

“What was it again? Didn’t you say something like… When you twist her finger? What does that mean?

"Th-that's... augh!!!"

However, this time, before the student could respond, Frey began to break the fingers on his other hand.

"...Since I already know the answer, you don't need to say anything."

- Crack...!

Looking at Frey with eyes filled with fear, the student could see Lecane's hand.

At first glance, her hands looked fine, but from Frey's perspective, all of Lecane's finger joints were abnormally bent.

“D-die!!”

Frey, who was breaking the student’s fingers in the same way that Lecane's finger were bent, muttered with a puzzled expression when another student from behind him tried to hit him with a sword.

"By now, some of you should be trying to escape, right?"

- Sizzle...!

"...Grrgh!!"

Without even turning back, Frey aimed at the student’s hand and blasted a burst of stellar mana that pierced his hand. The student fell to his knees, trembling.

"Some call it cowardly, but surprise attacks are actually the most effective means of attack. Especially when aimed at the opponent's weak points, it can bring down even someone much stronger than yourself."

"M-my hand...! My hand...!"

"But, it also comes with risks. Firstly, the opponent might anticipate the surprise attack and already have countermeasures prepared. Secondly, the opponent might be too strong for the surprise attack to work. In your case, you fell victim to both."

"...Aaargh!"

After finishing his 'lecture', Frey stomped on the student's pierced hand, applying more pressure as he began to interrogate him.

"What harm did you inflict on that kid?"

"I-I... mostly kicked her knees!"

The pale-faced boy hurriedly shouted.

The students writhing in agony behind Frey perfectly illustrated what would happen if he didn’t answer Frey’s question.

"B-but I always gave her potions... Aaargh!!!"

"That’s good to hear. But I don’t like it when you talk unnecessarily."

Unable to bear the fear, the student attempted to make an excuse, but eventually, his knees were shattered by Frey, and he collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

"And, trying to intimidate a housemaid from the academy a few days ago wasn't a smart move either."

"Y-Yes? How did you... agh...!"

"Why are you bothering the kid?"

After delivering a powerful kick to the student crotch, Frey lightly poked him and spoke in a low voice.

"Hey, I remember your face."

"..."

But the student had long since fainted, foaming at the mouth and exposing the whites of his eyes.

"Are you listening? Well, it doesn't matter."

Scratching his head with a puzzled expression, Frey stood up and turned around to address the other students, but...

"Well then..."

However, he quietly closed his mouth.

"...Huh."

There were no students standing anymore.

"Ugh, ugh..."

"Agh... agh..."

There were only bugs writhing and squirming on the ground, soaked in blood.

It was an overwhelming defeat for the Killian faction, who had wielded unbridled power over not only academy students but also some professors for a while.

"Was I a bit harsh?"

Watching the scene blankly, Frey wiped the blood off his face with his hand and murmured.

"Or perhaps... Did I get too caught up in acting crazy?"

As he pondered, he summoned his information window.

"...Guess not."

Then, he quietly nodded.

"My mental strength is still at 10. If there were any issues, my mind would've cleared up."

With that, Frey clapped his hands and came to a conclusion.

"Everything seems normal, then."

With lighter steps, Frey began to walk away.

"Hiiii..."

"Hmm."

He eventually stopped in front of the terrified Lecane.

- Swoosh...

And then, Frey reached out with his bloodied hand to her.

"Ugh, ugh... huugh..."

Lecane, who had been watching the whole events unfold, burst into tears in panic upon seeing him.

- Click.

"Uh, huh?"

However, what she expected didn't happen.

- Click, click...

Instead, Frey was gently buttoning her torn uniform, one piece at a time.

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"I have potions. Need one?"

"Oh, no! No, no!"

Lecane stared blankly at Frey when he began to button up her uniform. Then she frantically waved her hands as he began to rummage around his pocket.

"I-I have mine! I'll take care of it myself!"

"Oh, really?"

"Y-Yes!"

With that, she quickly retrieved a potion from her leather bag and splashed it on herself.

- Sizzle...

"Ah, agh!"

Then, smoke erupted from her entire body, and Lecane closed her eyes tightly and groaned.

"I-I'm fine. So..."

"Is that so?"

Staring at her intently, Frey stood up and spoke quietly.

"Doesn't look like it, though."

"Hiiii..."

With Frey's sculpted-like face, snow-white skin and hair, and even his white attire, he appeared even more menacing as his whole appearance contrasted with the scarlet blood covering him.

Scary, scary, scary...

Already feeling fear towards Frey, Lecane closed her eyes tightly and continued to mutter inwardly.

"Uh..."

After a while, she finally opens her eyes.

"Ah..."

Frey was nowhere to be seen.

Once again, her 'mind closing' technique had worked.

"Phew..."

It was her own technique to escape from the hellish moment, keeping herself unconscious by shutting her mind for several tens of minutes when she was being harassed.

"S-So, what now..."

Lecane, who had overcome one obstacle, soon muttered with a timid expression as she looked at the writhing Killian faction on the ground. But…

"Hey."

"H-huh!?"

Hearing Frey's voice right next to her, she jumped and turned her gaze to the side.

"I stopped by the lounge. Are they still like this?"

"W-Well..."

"Anyway, take this. I got it from the lounge."

"Yes?"

Handing something to her, Frey continued.

"Let's have lunch together."

After passing a warm lunchbox to Lecane, Frey sat next to her and started to unpack his own lunchbox.

"..."

Lecane, holding the bloodied lunchbox, stared dazedly as Frey sat beside her and started to eat his lunch quietly. She quietly shifted her gaze to her own lunchbox.

- Rumble...

Come to think of it, she was quite hungry.

But she couldn't eat now. If she ate without permission, they would scold her...

"...Ah."

She saw the Killian faction, battered and bruised, writhing on the ground. They couldn't touch her now. She could eat the food she hadn't dared to touch for days.

"Hap...! Nom..."

Driven by this thought, Lecane hurriedly stuffed the bloodied lunchbox into her mouth.

What... is going on...

Then, everything suddenly hit her all at once.

Everything was so confusing.

The Killian faction, who had tormented her to the brink of death by exploiting her weaknesses, was suddenly decimated in an instant by the Devil Professor himself.

What's going on? What happened to her?

"...This is delicious."

"Oh, yes!"

She was still full of questions, but one thing was certain.

"This kid is similar to Lulu, huh?... But Lulu was self-inflicted, and this one is not. But why? Surely the prophecy... No, forget it. Prophecies are nonsense."

Beside her, Frey murmured as he ate his lunch, still covered in blood.

"Oh, by the way. Are you close with Prince Killian?"

"Pffft!!"

Lost in her thoughts, Lecane dramatically spat out the food in her mouth.

"Cough, cough! Uh..."

As she coughed and beat her chest, Frey offered her some water.

"Here, water."

"Cough… Th-thank..."

After coughing for a while, she finally managed to drink the water Frey gave her and then tried to express her gratitude but stopped herself.

"Are you close to him?"

Frey asked again, looking at her with a curious gaze.

"I have to drag that bastard out, would you help?"

"...!"

Lecane turned pale at his words.

"Hmm?"

"W-w-well..."

As she started trembling in fear again, the thoughts she had earlier began to replay in her mind.

Beside her, Frey, now wearing a chilling smile, stared at her.

"Thank you? Lecane?"

He was even crazier than she had thought.

Scary, scary, scary...

And so, Lecane falls back into her ‘mind closing' state once again.

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"F-Frey!"

"Yeah?"

That evening, while Frey was quietly organizing documents in his office, someone came to see him.

"What's this all about?"

"What do you mean?"

Clana stood next to him, looking quite flustered.

"I heard you've crushed the Killian faction. Is it true?"

"Yep."

"R-really? Without any tricks or deceit... really?"

"Yeah."

Clana, bewildered by Frey's nonchalant demeanor, sat down beside him and continued.

"The academy is in chaos right now!"

"Is it? I see."

"You have to be serious about this, Frey!"

As Clana spoke, she pulled her chair closer to Frey and started explaining.

“Even if it happened in a narrow and dark alley, there were more than a few witnesses passing by. Moreover, there are several magical documentation devices, so the evidence is solid."

"I see."

"Moreover... there were too many people who saw you walking around the academy covered in blood."

"I just bought two lunch boxes at the lounge."

"See! That's the problem!"

Seeing that Frey didn’t seem to grasp the seriousness of the situation, Clana hit his chest and exclaimed.

"Tomorrow is parent parent-teacher conference day, you know? Do you even know what that means in the academy?"

"Hmm... Isn't it a day when the parents of noble students come and use their power to intimidate or threaten the professors?"

"You know it well! All the parents of Killian faction students will come after you! The key leaders of the Emperor - Crown Prince’s faction will come to attack you while having the perfect excuse!!”

Originally, the academy was quite strict about restricting the entry and interference of outsiders due to ancient magic.

Of course, the dean had some discretion to allow a certain degree of freedom, but the current dean was a very ambitious person.

As a result, since the incident where the academy almost fell into the hands of sponsors, the academy had become even more closed off than before.

However, the corrupt empire found one loophole to interfere with the academy as much as they wanted, and that was the parent-teacher conference system, one of the rules protected by magic.

"No wonder so many of them said their parents wouldn't stay quiet."

"We need to come up with a plan right away. I'll do my best to protect you, but Frey, you..."

Although only people of the same lineage or the same family could enter, even that was a significant threat to the commoner Frey, so Clana thought she should mobilize all her power.

But...

"You intentionally escalated the situation."

"What?"

"You did those things on purpose, didn't you?"

As Frey leaned back in his chair and responded calmly, Clana tilted her head and asked.

"Why would you do that?"

Although Frey was unaware of it, Clana, a genius of effort, knew very well that he was a natural prodigy.

In the first place, there was only one person in the world who could play child’s games with Serena and even enjoy them, and that was Frey.

Of course, if she said that, the two of them would tilt their heads because they didn’t understand what she was talking about.

They were truly a well-matched pair.

"I... I know, but... still, I want to hear your explanation."

Thanks to that, even Clana, unaware of her inferiority complex showing up, blushed and turned her gaze to the side as she asked, to which Frey responded with a gentle smile.

"You heard what I conveyed through Kania, right?"

"...Yeah."

When the ‘rebellion’ was mentioned, Clana regained her composure, her eyes gleaming as she nodded.

"I'm planning to execute the first scenario tomorrow."

"W-what does that mean...?"

"Think about it differently. It's not that the Emperor - Crown Prince faction is invading the academy; but that they are just walking into our territory.”

Clana's eyes began to tremble upon hearing those words.

"I see. Thinking of it that way... It might be a bit early to say, but it does seem like we could catch them off guard. They couldn't have known they'd be attacked so soon."

"It'll be quite amusing, won't it?"

"...B-But there's a problem."

Then, Clana spoke urgently.

"Of course, it was a good thing that you took down those bastards, but because of that, they have the justification to retaliate. So legal attacks against you can't be stopped..."

"Don't worry, that won't be a problem."

Frey whispered softly in Clana's ear.

"...Is that so?"

Clana's eyes widened as she murmured.

"In the end, they're entering the enemy's lair without even realizing their weapons are rusty. All we have to do is set the trap."

"W-Wow..."

Eventually, Clana's eyes lit up as she looked at Frey, who was smiling softly.

"I... I honestly thought you had finally lost it. Running around the academy covered in blood... I thought I should contact Serena... But it was all part of the plan."

"I just changed my perspective. That's how I found the solution."

As Frey gently stroked her head, he murmured.

"Anyway, pretending to be insane isn't exactly easy."

Feeling completely relieved after hearing those words, Clana leaned her head on Frey's shoulder and asked softly.

"But, what about after that?"

"Hmm?"

"Once the parent-teacher conference begins, what's the next plan?"

Upon hearing this, Frey smiled brightly.

"We'll educate them."

"What?"

"What could the children have done wrong? It's the fault of the parents, who taught them poorly."

With a cool smile, Frey added.

"They learned from watching their parents, so the parents should be treated the same way I treated the students, don't you think?"

Upon hearing this, Clana recalled the exhilarating yet horrific scene she witnessed in the infirmary.

"..."

Not sure what's going on, Clana resolved to contact Serena as soon as possible.

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