The Graduate Student Wants to Assassinate the Professor - Chapter 66

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Chapter 66

“At Middle Academy, he confessed to a girl he liked in front of the entire student body, got rejected, became the subject of ridicule, and transferred schools.”
“What…!”
The shadow continued relentlessly, exposing his opponent’s shameful past without hesitation.
“And yesterday, he farted so hard that he… well, he had an accident.”
“Ahhhhh! Stop it! I concede! Please release the spell! I’m begging you!”
The opponent’s face flushed crimson as he clung to Nelpi Helsia, half-weeping in desperation.
“Ah, we have a surrender! The referee confirms it—a victory by default! This match goes to Nelpi Helsia of the Demon Team!”
Nelpi shrugged indifferently, dispelled the magic, and descended from the arena with leisurely steps. The spectators trembled as they watched her.
A creature without blood or tears.
“I won peacefully—why does everyone look so disgusted?”
Nelpi declared confidently to the crowd staring at her with revulsion. The audience began to feel genuinely afraid.
What would the next one do?
“Honestly, the others are nothing special. Even accounting for the fact that they’re mages who’ve avoided physical training their whole lives, the Demon Race is overwhelmingly strong, isn’t it?”
Zargen interlaced his fingers behind his head and sauntered into the arena with a casual gait. The tournament had progressed to the quarterfinals.
When Zargen saw that his opponent was a Dragon, he let out a small groan of discomfort.
“Within Academy Grounds, Dragons must maintain their humanoid form according to school regulations, so there’s no risk of a physical disadvantage,” Leoryna explained reassuringly.
Zargen shrugged at her words.
“Right, whatever. To make a real statement, I need to beat someone strong!”
Zargen drew upon his magical power. Seven magical circuits bloomed within his heart as he wielded his staff. Leoryna, recognizing what spell he was about to cast, shrieked in alarm and ducked behind her chair.
“Who in their right mind opens with Planetary Drop?!”
A colossal fireball materialized in the sky. The spell earned its name because it created a sphere of flame that burned like a planet itself. The heat was so intense that the spectators in the stands were moments away from being roasted alive.
“I’ll return your words exactly as you spoke them. I’m delighted to face an opponent worthy of my strength!”
The Dragon facing Zargen wore a combative grin and summoned seven magical circuits from within its own heart.
“What are you planning?!”
Leoryna gasped a second time, but the Dragon completed its spell regardless. An enormously powerful water vortex materialized, shaking the very earth beneath them.
“Just use a simple shield spell, or at least don’t escalate to a Dragon Spout if he’s already going this far!”
Leoryna shielded herself with her chair and muttered her complaints, though it seemed the two combatants in the arena couldn’t hear her.
Zigzagel, the referee, quickly cast a wide-area shield spell over the spectator seating to protect the crowd from the destructive force of Planetary Drop and Dragon Spout.
The two spells collided, and a tremendous explosion erupted. The resulting shockwave created a violent gust that simultaneously blasted both competitors out of bounds.
As the dust settled, Leoryna peeked her head out from behind her chair to assess the situation.
“What’s the status?”
Zargen and his opponent lay sprawled side by side outside the arena, unconscious. Zigzagel approached them to check for consciousness, then raised both hands.
“Ah, this is the first time we’ve had a simultaneous elimination.”
At Leoryna’s announcement as she returned to her role as moderator, the audience applauded both competitors for the spectacular display of magic, despite their elimination.
“Yes! With those two annoying bastards gone at the same time, I’ll practically walk away with the championship!”
Philiamone, who had easily dispatched her quarterfinal opponent, bounded excitedly into the arena.
“Ah, we didn’t mention this as a surprise event, but the final survivor of the tournament must ultimately face Professor Huaderica in a final match, and only by winning that bout can you claim the championship prize.”
At Leoryna’s belated explanation, Philiamone’s eyes widened in shock. Then, her anger erupted.
“You should have told me sooner! Is it even possible to defeat Professor Huaderica in the first place?! You’re not planning to give out the prize, are you?!”
“You’ve never fought me before, so why are you so sure? You might win. Give it your best shot.”
Khalid, who had been sitting cross-legged beside Leoryna watching the match, snatched the megaphone from her hands as he spoke.
“The professor is… he’s… I mean, that’s just… that thing!”
Philiamone seemed to want to mention that Khalid was one of the 108 Slaughterers, but her discretion held her back from saying it aloud.
She ended the match by knocking her opponent unconscious with a furious assault. Then she defeated Aisen in the finals and advanced as the last remaining competitor, ultimately having to face Khalid in the arena.
Watching Khalid twirl his scythe as a warm-up, Philiamone splashed water on her face. At that moment, Zigzagel gave the signal to start, and Philiamone drew her sword.
“Since it’s come to this, I’ll fight with all my strength from the beginning!”
“That’s right, that’s the spirit. Impressive.”
Khalid laughed savagely and leaped forward with his scythe raised.
Infusing magical power into sword strikes was not a technique exclusive to Philiamone. In fact, tracing the history of that magic revealed that the Huaderica Family had pioneered it.
Therefore, the technique Philiamone employed was nothing more than child’s play to Khalid.
Khalid met Philiamone’s incoming sword strike with his own scythe slash, neutralizing both attacks with a sharp metallic ring. To the naked eye, their duel resembled a battle between swordsmen more than magic.
However, the few mages who could read the flow of magic could discern that both were using magical power in their attacks. Otherwise, how could blade meeting blade produce not a sharp metallic sound but a dull, heavy thud?
Philiamone was holding her own against Khalid, maintaining the offensive initiative quite well.
‘If I play this right, I might actually win?’
She moistened her dry lips with her tongue and drove deep into Khalid’s guard, thrusting with all her strength. But then…
Boom!
Philiamone found herself suddenly pushed out of bounds. Leoryna, the spectators, and even Philiamone herself had no idea how this had happened.
‘I didn’t see Khalid move at all… What did he do?’
“What just… how did…”
Philiamone stared at Khalid, who stood in the arena gripping the haft of his scythe, her eyes trembling. But Khalid simply smiled wickedly and spoke with infuriating nonchalance.
“I’m not going to teach you.”
At his attitude, Philiamone’s frustration boiled over.
“You were toying with me?!”
“You should address me as Professor.”
Khalid approached Philiamone and, just before she could throw a tantrum, struck the top of her head with the haft of his scythe with a resounding crack. Philiamone clutched her head and collapsed, and Zigzagel declared Khalid the victor.
“Well, that concludes all the matches. Unfortunately, no one will be taking home the grand prize today.”
Leoryna cheerfully wrapped up the situation.
“How did everyone enjoy the Demon Day event? We’re conducting a brief survey regarding awareness improvement of the Demon Race, so please take a moment to participate and receive a fountain pen. We hope today’s event was enjoyable, and we thank you for your attendance!”
As the audience filed out, Demon Race students stood ready with papers and pens, guiding people to write their brief thoughts, place them in a collection box, and depart.
Khalid, wearing a satisfied expression, spoke to Oddrigo, who had observed everything with quiet amusement.
“How was it? I did well, didn’t I?”
“…I’m not sure ‘well’ is the right word.”
Oddrigo chuckled warmly as he spoke.
“But your effort was commendable.”
“Aw.”
Khalid made a cute sound, but Oddrigo didn’t even blink.

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After all the festivities of Demon Day concluded, Leoryna carefully unfolded the survey papers she had collected from the attendees and distributed them to the Demon Race students. Eagerly accepting them, the students felt cold sweat trickling down the nape of their necks as they read through each response.

[Has your perception of the Demon Race changed?: Yes.]
[In what specific way has your perception changed?: The Demon Race’s magic was impressive in many respects…]
[As a mage, I find the Demon Race’s magic intriguing, but it seems to be a field difficult for me to research. I would prefer to leave it as a domain exclusive to the superior Demon Race.]
[I didn’t want to make you our enemies. Let’s get along well.]

Leoryna’s eyes lost focus as she read them, but Khalid smiled with satisfaction.
“Demon Day seems to have been a success, wouldn’t you say?”
The students tilted their heads in unison, regarding Khalid with bewilderment.
“This was?”
“It seems like we only scared people.”
Leoryna quietly folded the paper that read [I won’t be disrespectful] with meticulous care.
“Regardless, they won’t look down on us anymore, will they? Look at this—they want to get along.”
“I’m not sure if this is good… hehe…”
Yet Khalid seemed genuinely satisfied. He rubbed his hands together eagerly as he spoke.
“From next year onward, no one will object to us accepting Demon Race students.”
“From next year on, no one will have anything to say about us accepting Students from the Demon Race.”
‘Because they’re too terrified of what might happen to them otherwise.’
Leoryna shook her head slowly.

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