Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 212

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 212

143. Now I’m Not Afraid of You Guys (1)

The Imperial Academy is commonly called a jungle for noble children.

Unless you possess overwhelming skill and background like Dane, a natural hierarchy of predator and prey inevitably forms.

So they organize that hierarchy, and sometimes….

Thwack, thwack!

“Have you been living well all this time? Huh?”

“This bastard who’s been showing off by sticking behind Dane Sogress.”

“Why does this worthless bastard make people so irritated?”

They also divide the hierarchy through merciless violence.

However, in this case-

It was a case where past grudges had followed them to the Academy.

Ernest was on the verge of fainting right now.

“Bron, this bastard is about to pass out.”

“Give him a potion.”

Pop.

Expensive as it was, it wasn’t much of a burden for Bron, the heir to Count Sauer.

“Uuugh….”

When they forced the potion down his throat, Ernest’s wounds all over his body healed rapidly.

Bron smiled with satisfaction.

“Good performance. As expected of a Grand Temple product.”

“Still, if we repeat this too much, his insides will be completely wrecked, right?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going to teach this bastard a proper lesson. Hey, you’re taking a beating for that bastard Dane too. Got it?”

By the way, Bron was in the Swordsmanship Department.

And he was one of the few students in the Swordsmanship Department who hated Dane.

Part of it was thinking that the Swordsmanship Department’s prestige had fallen because of Dane….

But it was because he had been properly beaten by Dane when caught trying to bully Ernest at the beginning of last semester.

Bron had been sharpening his blade of revenge since then.

“But we can’t touch that noble Young Master, can we? So think of it as taking his beating instead.”

“Uugh….”

“Anyway, no matter what you do, we won’t get caught. You know what I mean? You won’t have a single wound when we part ways.”

Bron showed his bag full of potions with a sinister smile.

No matter how strong Dane’s power was, no matter how high the Sogress County’s reputation was, without a single piece of evidence, they couldn’t do anything with just testimony.

Of course, it was just a shallow scheme by Bron’s gang who didn’t know Dane well.

“Well then, shall we start again?”

Then one of Bron’s gang held up Ernest’s bow.

“Hey, what’s this? It’s not even a stick.”

“This came out of this guy’s subspace.”

“Let me see.”

Bron’s gang temporarily lost interest in Ernest and looked the bow over this way and that.

“What is this… Oh!”

Click!

What they thought was just a stick unfolded into a bow shape when they accidentally pressed a button.

“It’s a bow?”

“Wow, there are bows like this?”

“I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this even in our family armory.”

The gang members turned it around curiously as if it were fascinating.

Then Bron grinned wickedly.

“I should take this. It looks good. Father would really like it if I gave it to him.”

At those words, Ernest’s eyes snapped open even though he was on the verge of fainting.

“N-no…!”

“No my ass.”

Thwack!

A kick flew and Ernest’s body rolled. Bron giggled as he folded and unfolded the bow.

“Getting chummy with that bastard Dane and selfishly keeping something like this to himself. Hey, weren’t we friends? Share a little.”

“Right, bring more good stuff next time. Hey, why does this bastard Ernest have so much in his subspace?”

“Wow. There’s even some gold trinkets?”

Ernest lay fallen, his fists trembling.

‘I can’t collapse like this.’

No matter how much he trained, the revived fear was unavoidable.

That’s why he had been dragged away by Bron’s gang who had already planned and approached him, and had no choice but to get beaten like this now.

But the fact that the bow that Dane had personally mentioned and Dane’s Big Sister had made for him had fallen into those guys’ hands was something he could no longer tolerate.

‘This won’t do.’

He had to be brave.

Dane had said so.

If you don’t even make the minimum attempt, you’ll keep living like that.

“Huff….”

Ernest staggered and barely managed to get up.

His legs were shaking and fatigue that felt like his whole body was melting washed over him, but he gritted his teeth.

If he collapsed here, everything would just repeat itself.

He probably wouldn’t die.

And Dane might even get revenge for him.

But would that be the end of it?

Even if those guys got expelled, Ernest would have to live carrying the burden of never once resisting bullying.

He was not his previous powerless self who could only take beatings.

He had met Dane, met friends, and learned many things.

“Oh, oh. Look at that. He’s getting up.”

“Wow. He’s getting up even after taking that beating? The potion works well.”

That was wrong. Potions heal external wounds, but they can’t erase accumulated damage.

The reason Ernest could get up now was purely thanks to his training and willpower so far.

In the past, he probably would have fainted several times over.

“Give it back…. It’s not yours.”

“I don’t want to? I’m going to keep it.”

It was then that Bron was giggling.

“Huh?”

Something unimaginable happened.

Ernest suddenly charged at him.

Thwack!

Taking the hit directly, Bron tumbled over.

For a moment, Bron couldn’t understand what had happened.

Weakling Ernest.

The guy who would take beatings when beaten, do as told when ordered, and usually faint or cry after a few hits.

The idea that such a guy would counterattack or resist was unimaginable, so he was momentarily too shocked to respond.

“Eeek!”

And Ernest immediately picked up the bow and charged at the other gang members who still hadn’t come to their senses.

“T-this bastard!”

Ernest surprisingly succeeded in snatching away the subspace that was being held carelessly.

‘I did it.’

Ernest immediately created distance, unfolded his bow, and quickly nocked the bowstring.

Remarkable progress.

The bowstring that he used to struggle with before was now surprisingly easy to draw.

While the bow being made that way helped, Ernest’s arm muscles were incomparable to before.

“Huu.”

His legs were trembling and his whole body was weak, but he had to do this.

Ernest quickly steeled his mind and nocked an arrow to the bowstring.

“Hey, hey! This crazy bastard! Stop him!”

“Throw something at him!”

Everyone was so flustered they couldn’t do anything.

The very fact that this weakling Ernest had just pushed them away, reclaimed his stolen weapon, and was now aiming his bowstring at them…

It was utterly surreal.

‘I can do this.’

When you keep getting beaten, and when you keep giving up, at some point you become unable to even feel anger.

Accepting it as fate.

But Ernest was angry right now.

“Huu.”

Ernest finally held his breath and—

Released the bowstring.

“D-dodge!”

Swish, thunk!

“Aaagh!”

One.

One of the gang’s shoulders was pierced through.

It was an accurate shot.

This was the result of practicing until his fingertips were swollen, cracked, and bleeding.

Most of all, the very sensation of releasing the bowstring was different.

‘This is an incredibly good bow.’

A bow crafted with great care by a master craftsman who had moved from Drenik, and personally enchanted by Arabella.

It required less force when drawing, and had stronger elasticity when releasing the bowstring.

All of that combined with Ernest’s efforts.

“Kyaaaagh!”

The arrow had even pierced through the shoulder. He was only wearing thin school uniform, and the distance was close so it was natural, but to the gang it seemed even more shocking.

“C-crazy. What the hell is that! What the hell is that bastard Ernest!”

“Did that bastard just shoot an arrow at us? What the hell!”

After the surreal scene came anger.

They were restlessly looking at the guy who had collapsed with his shoulder pierced through.

Now was the opportunity.

Ernest nocked another arrow to the bowstring.

Then, Bron came to his senses.

“Go stop that bastard!”

“B-but he’s holding a bow!”

“You idiot! He can’t shoot if you get close to him!”

When Bron snarled, the other three gang members hesitated at his fierce momentum.

In the meantime—

Swish! Thwack!

“Aaagh!”

This time an arrow flew and tore through one guy’s leg as it passed. Technically it grazed him, but the grazed area was quite wide.

Now there were three left.

‘When the hell did that bastard…’

It was completely unimaginable.

A rebellion from that weakling.

In Bron’s world, it was something that couldn’t and shouldn’t happen.

“Go get close to him!”

When he shouted angrily, the two guys finally started running.

Ernest hastily nocked his bowstring. And quickly released it, but.

Swish!

The arrow missed.

‘Damn!’

His strength was already completely drained, and this was his first time shooting at charging enemies.

No matter how much these guys were just lackeys following Bron’s orders, they were still Swordsmanship Department students.

“Hup.”

It was the moment Ernest nocked his bowstring.

Thunk!

A stone thrown hastily by one guy hit Ernest’s hand.

Clatter.

“Ugh.”

Ernest clutched his hand and failed to nock the bowstring.

And finally the two guys ran up and tackled Ernest.

“Kill this bastard!”

“How dare he shoot arrows at us?”

Unlike before, an angry beating followed, and Ernest could only helplessly take it.

But even in that situation, he curled up his body and protected only his bow.

‘This is the gift that changed me. I have to protect it.’

Thunk, thwack!

“Die!”

“Where does this bastard get off not knowing his place…”

But as his body, which had already reached its limit, was beaten again, his consciousness was rapidly fading.

A voice heard in the midst of this.

“Move aside.”

The beating stopped for a moment, and through his blurry vision, Ernest saw Bron’s face.

And he saw something glinting too.

It was a dagger.

Tap.

Bron brought the tip of the dagger to Ernest’s chin.

“I should give you at least one scar on your face before going back. You know what? If I cut you and apply this stuff here, it’s incredibly painful and leaves big scars? I heard potions don’t work on it either.”

“…”

Ernest didn’t have the strength to answer.

He regretted not resisting from the beginning.

Still…

His heart felt strangely at peace.

Those guys weren’t scary anymore.

“…I’m not afraid of you guys anymore.”

Ernest gathered what strength he had and muttered, then passed out.

“This bastard fainted?”

“Should we just kill him and bury him?”

“Ah, this is really pissing me off. Hey, shouldn’t we leave this bastard and give those guys potions first?”

Of course, Bron brought his dagger to Ernest’s face regardless.

He would have preferred to hear screaming, but whatever.

This was the only way his anger would be satisfied.

That’s when it happened.

Thud!

Suddenly, enormous pressure pressed down on Bron’s Gang.

“Grraaahhh!”

“Urgh…”

“Gah!”

The same went for the two students who had fallen after being hit by arrows.

As if gravity had multiplied several times over, and on top of that, a giant hand was pressing down once more – they couldn’t regain their senses under this overwhelming force.

‘Wh-what is this? What’s happening all of a sudden…’

That’s when one possibility flashed through Bron’s mind.

No way-

“So it was you guys after all.”

It was Dane Sogress.

The person who had simultaneously cast 4-Chain level Gravity Magic and pressure magic on two different areas with one hand, and was now walking toward them.

Shing.

And with his other hand, he had even drawn his sword.

With an extremely cold expression.

“I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

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