Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 132

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 132

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

85. Subjugation Force Selection Test (1)

 

 

 

 

 

The subjugation schedule is next weekend.

 

Therefore, the subjugation force selection is this weekend.

 

“The schedule is simple. We’ll stay at the ruins for two days and subjugate monsters. The purpose of subjugation is… simply put, maintaining public order and early assessment of Academy students’ abilities?”

 

With Leila’s kind explanation covering everything except what she didn’t know, I got a rough idea.

 

“Anyway, I just need to take first place, right?”

 

“This time it won’t be easy since we’re moving by department. There’s department-based favoritism.”

 

Favoritism.

 

Although they score by department, in cases like this, favoritism toward one person is inevitable.

 

The Swordsmanship Department or Magic Department with large numbers are likely candidates—

 

“Our department seems to have already decided. Senior Conrad.”

 

Conrad is that Academy Swordsmanship Club president who got thoroughly beaten while interfering with us.

 

“How can he show his face when it must be embarrassing?”

 

“Right. He seems to be trying to restore his honor this time.”

 

I had faced monsters several times in my previous life.

 

Since I wasn’t always just fighting enemy soldiers after being drafted to the battlefield.

 

I periodically subjugated monsters to maintain order in occupied territories and eliminate threats around military camps.

 

So well…

 

Why not try for first place just once.

 

“This should be interesting.”

 

“Don’t overdo it. No matter what, dozens of Swordsmanship Department students will be charging at you.”

 

“I have no such intention.”

 

I have no intention of overdoing it.

 

I’ll just work within the scope of my abilities.

 

While I do covet the individual reward for first place in subjugation, it’s not worth risking my life over.

 

Of course, I’ll naturally do my absolute best.

 

“I’m looking forward to it.”

 

And time passed quickly.

 

During this time, the incident at Saul Hanston’s old research lab in the Restricted Zone seemed to be concluded.

 

The investigation team declared the case closed through the Academy Daily and treated it as a kind of happening.

 

Of course, that’s not the truth.

 

But now is neither the time to reveal the truth, nor is it time for me to step forward.

 

I just need to enjoy watching Professor Denabo’s expression rot more each day.

 

I wonder what he’s thinking.

 

Well, since there’s no evidence, he’s probably suffering internally by now.

 

He’d never dream it’s hidden inside here no matter how much he searches, and even if he did, finding it would be impossible.

 

Anyway, time passed and the weekend arrived—

 

“Oh, Dane. You’re going too? The selection test?”

 

I had just left my dormitory room when I saw Droyan, Scal, and Aneld.

 

It seems those guys are also participating in the selection test.

 

“Well, I’m from the Combat Department.”

 

Scal from the Combat Department is natural.

 

“I’m going for traps and shooting.”

 

Aneld also participates as if it’s natural.

 

“What about you, Droyan?”

 

“I’m making mana bombs. It’s alchemy-related.”

 

“I see.”

 

Here, even Priscilla came out after finishing her preparations.

 

All the Danter Hall 9th Floor members had gathered.

 

In this situation, Priscilla tilted her head.

 

“Wait. Dane, what branch are you participating in? I see there are so many. Swordsmanship, spear arts, magic, summoning. That’s four?”

 

“Right. Each department will desperately try to recruit you.”

 

“The Swordsmanship Department is an exception. If they have any conscience, they can’t say such things, right?”

 

“Then the Spear Arts Department?”

 

Instead of answering, I grinned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The annual monster subjugation is one of the Academy’s major events.

 

Students strive to catch the eyes of the Imperial Knight Order and other nobles, trying to show off their abilities.

 

For professors, it’s a golden opportunity to witness their students’ abilities with their own eyes.

 

But on the other hand, there are students who avoid participating regardless of such opportunities.

 

Precisely because of fear of death.

 

“This time, there really shouldn’t be any casualties.”

 

“That’s why most families have completely banned participation.”

 

“What’s the point of showing off talent at the Academy. If you die at the hands of monsters, it’s all for nothing.”

 

Though few, there are casualties.

 

Usually there’s no such problem because the knight order is attached, but as always, things don’t always go as everyone wants.

 

Occasionally mutant individuals appear among monsters, or completely unexpected monsters emerge.

 

In fact, the Academy has a memorial stone inscribed with the names of students who lost their lives during such subjugation processes.

 

“Which department will take first place in subjugation this time? Swordsmanship Department? Or Magic Department?”

 

“Magic Department was first last year, so will it be Swordsmanship Department this time? No wait. Didn’t they get completely humiliated at this festival?”

 

“Why. Since they got humiliated, they’ll desperately try to restore their honor.”

 

Amid this, the hot topic is the departmental rankings.

 

Everyone expected either the Magic Department or Swordsmanship Department to win.

 

Since they’re the two largest and strongest departments at the Academy.

 

The individual category was much the same.

 

“Altur from the Magic Department? Or Conrad from the Swordsmanship Department?”

 

“Hmm. When Arabella was here, it was definitely the Magic Department… When Claire was here, the Summoning Department did quite well too, right?”

 

“This time it’s probably Altur. That Conrad fellow’s disgraceful behavior at this festival was really something.”

 

“That’s why he’ll be even more desperate, won’t he? The Swordsmanship Department guys were grinding their teeth.”

 

And there were minority opinions too.

 

“Isn’t there also Dane Sogress? That unprecedented genius freshman.”

 

Of course, it was quickly buried.

 

“Hey, no matter how much of a genius he is, this subjugation isn’t done alone. When moving by department units and even doing ‘favoritism,’ how can an individual beat a department?”

 

People thought.

 

No matter how great that genius Dane Sogress is, in this subjugation, ‘activity’ might be possible but entering the ‘rankings’ would be difficult.

 

In the first place, except for special cases, the Swordsmanship and Magic Departments monopolize even the individual rankings.

 

Therefore, they couldn’t even imagine someone breaking through that gap.

 

And so—

 

“I’m betting on the Magic Department!”

 

“I’m betting on the Swordsmanship Department! And Conrad!”

 

“I’m betting on Altur!”

 

The betting money that naturally followed this ranking competition was almost entirely concentrated on the Magic Department, Swordsmanship Department, Altur, and Conrad.

 

The rest were practically nonexistent.

 

Excluding situations where people bet on close friends’ names as a joke or simply hoped their own department would perform a bit better, the odds were truly dismal.

 

“Altur, accumulated betting money so far: 340 Crown Gold Coins!”

 

“Conrad, accumulated betting money so far: 350 Crown Gold Coins!”

 

“Swordsmanship Department, Magic Department, accumulated betting money: 230 and 250 respectively!”

 

The betting money kept rising without pause.

 

Because betting would be suspended by regulation the moment the selection exam began.

 

“I’ll bet 2 Crown Gold Coins too! On Altur!”

 

“I’ll bet 3 Crown Gold Coins! On the Swordsmanship Department!”

 

Amid the shouts coming from all directions—

 

“Here! Over here! I raised my hand here!”

 

One student caused tremendous chaos.

 

“200 Crown Gold Coins on Dane Sogress!”

 

200 Crown Gold Coins.

 

An absurd amount had just popped out of nowhere.

 

When everyone turned around to see what was happening, a famous person everyone knew was standing there.

 

“Ah, Arabella Sogress!”

 

“My goodness! She bet 200 gold coins on her little brother?”

 

It was Arabella.

 

Arabella was grinning as if she was certain of Dane’s first place.

 

But that confident expression was short-lived.

 

“Here. 250 Crown Gold Coins on Dane Sogress.”

 

A voice similar to Arabella’s but slightly lower was heard, and when everyone turned around, Claire was standing there.

 

Arabella’s expression twisted.

 

“You’re trying to compete with me, aren’t you?”

 

“I didn’t come here with such childish thoughts. But well, it would be nice to bet a little more than you, wouldn’t it?”

 

Claire smiled slyly and placed a pouch containing 250 Crown Gold Coins on the betting administrative desk.

 

“Please count them.”

 

“Y-yes.”

 

The administrative staff member was literally trembling.

 

It wasn’t just because of the large amount.

 

These two people before him each held tremendous status in magic and summoning respectively.

 

‘My goodness… these two came here?’

 

And to bet on one person? Not even a likely winner, but simply because he’s their little brother?

 

But it wasn’t over yet.

 

“100 more.”

 

Thud.

 

Arabella pulled out 100 more Crown Gold Coins, making it a total of 300 gold coins.

 

Then Claire, not to be outdone, added 100 more to make it 350.

 

“Cr-crazy. How high will this go?”

 

“This is insane… What’s so special about Dane Sogress? No matter how much of a genius he is, it’s essentially a department-level subjugation!”

 

Now the situation had become one where a whopping 650 Crown Gold Coins were bet on Dane Sogress alone.

 

And then—

 

“Let’s compromise. How about we both match at 400 each?”

 

“No. I could bet 500 too, you know?”

 

“You really want to go all out, don’t you?”

 

As the two celebrities seemed ready to bet their entire fortunes, the betting administrative staff hurriedly intervened.

 

“Th-the betting limit is 400 gold coins per person. We don’t accept more than that considering betting overheating…”

 

Only then did Arabella and Claire reluctantly match 400 each.

 

And so—

 

 

 

[Betting Money Rankings: Individual Division]

 

1. Dane Sogress (800 gold coins)

 

2. Conrad Sion (350 gold coins)

 

3. Altur Diomet (340 gold coins)

 

 

 

An unexpected spectacle unfolded where a completely unforeseen student took first place in total betting amount.

 

At this point, one might expect people to join the atmosphere and place some bets, but no one stepped forward.

 

‘This is ridiculous. He’s the only one from the Autonomous Department, isn’t he?’

 

‘Is there even anyone to support him?’

 

‘It’ll be either Altur or Conrad anyway. Thanks to this, the odds will go up.’

 

No, they weren’t stepping forward.

 

Nevertheless, the reason there was absolutely no possibility of Dane winning was due to the nature of subjugation where ‘supporting’ was rampant—

 

“Ha, to think I have to split it half and half with you. Claire. You must have a lot of money? The monthly salary of a Summoning Department teaching assistant should be modest.”

 

“Hmph. Getting cocky because you made some money selling inventions? I have this much too. Well, shall we make a side bet? Winner takes all the prize money?”

 

“Oh really. What shall we bet on? I’ll bet anything. You’re not going to suggest summoning arts, are you?”

 

“Hmph. Shall we have a sword match?”

 

The other reason was that no matter how you looked at it, it could only be explained as betting out of familial affection.

 

Still, there were one or two people who bet ‘small amounts’ for fun.

 

“Shall I bet about 2 gold coins?”

 

“Eh. 1 coin is enough. It’s just for fun.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

With everyone contributing a little, Dane’s total betting amount soon reached 950.

 

And the odds were tremendously high compared to Altur and Conrad, who only had 1.4x and 1.3x respectively.

 

It was a whopping 6.5x.

 

Truly a level that would sweep away the entire betting pool.

 

An incredible deal where betting just 10 gold coins would earn 65.

 

“At this rate, it’ll hit the maximum amount…”

 

“Isn’t this just the highest amount in history? Has anyone ever had this much bet on them…?”

 

“Wait, but is it okay for family to bet?”

 

“Anyone except the subjugation participants can bet.”

 

Amid various conversations about this amazing spectacle, another shock followed.

 

“300 gold coins on Dane Sogress.”

 

Suddenly, an elderly man entered the betting hall and went straight to the administrative desk, placing down a money pouch with a thud.

 

“…”

 

The administrative staff could only stare blankly at the money pouch.

 

“Didn’t you hear? Betting on Dane Sogress. 300 coins.”

 

“Th-that’s 300 gold coins, correct?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

After the administrative staff confirmed it was 300 gold coins, he asked as if he had forgotten.

 

“May I ask your name?”

 

“Keltas Redfield.”

 

The man smiled and added.

 

“He’s my one and only ‘disciple,’ so I wanted to support him like this.”

 

People thought.

 

Surely, these three people were in cahoots.

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