I Have been Reincarnated As a Lazy, Arrogant Noble, but When I Destroyed The Scenario Through Effort, I Became The Most Powerful With Extraordinary Magical Power - 46

046 – Students from Another School

Summer vacation came to an end, and we returned to Noblesse Academy.

We’ve had several swordsmanship matches, but the effectiveness of Flash Time Lapse is remarkably high, making me much stronger than before.

However, those closely connected to me have also improved significantly.

Especially Alan, his movements are clearly different.

For someone who knows the original story like me, this growth rate is unbelievable.

It’s frustrating yet amusing.

Apart from that, after school, Cecil and I started discussing about the calamity in the library.

“What about the abilities of the demons?”

“Ah…”

She seriously listens, without touching on how I know about it.

It’s surprising and heartwarming at the same time, considering that in the original story, Prite was standoffish and uninterested in others.

Perhaps we’ve connected through the Battle Universe.

Yet, only to this extent?

I found myself pondering this and before I knew it, I was questioning it.

Even though I’m hiding so many secrets.

“To be clear, it might have started out of curiosity. But don’t misunderstand, I never thought it was a lie, nor did I ever doubt it. I don’t know why, but if Alan says it, I feel like it must be true. But now, I just want to protect everyone based on your words.”

…I was happy, simply genuinely happy.

It’s precisely because I know the original story that her trust in me to this extent is heartwarming.

“…This is a big favor.”

“Then, shall we have another match in the Universe? By the way, do you think everyone will listen to me? The teacher might be there, and there could be even stronger individuals.”

“It’s okay. I trust Cecil. At least those who are connected to me will believe. I think… Sorry, the important parts are unreliable.”

“It’s alright. More importantly, is Cynthia okay?”

Cecil is a good person. She’s concerned about Cynthia too, mentioning that she’s discussing something related to classroom studies with her.

We’re still debating whether to talk about the calamity. Changing the future by revealing it is a risky move. It could alter the main storyline into something completely unknown.

That would definitely be dangerous.

“Weiss, are you listening? Is that okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yes.”

While I was lost in thought, Milch Sensei called out to me during the morning homeroom.

I’m not sure what she said, but I’ll just give a response for now.

Our homeroom teacher, Chloe, has been busier than usual this morning. The same goes for Darius. Instead, Milch Sensei is here.

“Alright, it’s unanimous then.”

I don’t really understand, but I’m relieved that I’m not being scolded.

“Let’s go then. And all of you, make sure not to lose.”

“Yes!!!”

By the way, whenever Milch Sensei calls out, the male students’ response is overwhelmingly loud.

It’s quite amusing to see Duke Billian in the midst of their enthusiastic shouts.

We leave our seats and move out of the classroom. Everyone is brimming with determination.

I’m even feeling excited.

Passing by, Alan calls out to me.

“Weiss, we’re comrades today. Let’s do our best.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m just doing what needs to be done. I’m not thinking about it that deeply.”

“Seriously, you’re impossible, you know that?”

“Shut it, Billian. Don’t touch my shoulder.”

I feel a mix of emotions. Well, there’s no helping it, especially for this event.

There’s a saying about frogs in a well not knowing the ocean.

This is a great opportunity to firmly ascertain my own abilities.

“Take care, Weiss.”

“Keep an eye on Shari. She might have Estarm break syndrome.”

“I’m not that naive anymore.”

I casually respond to Shari’s words and step out onto the school grounds.

In the far corner, a large arena, like a stadium, comes into view, something I rarely use.

As we approach, cheers can be heard sooner than expected. It seems there are more regular people here than I thought. Is this also a change?

Or rather…

“Cynthia… They’re close.”

“Hehehe, let’s show them.”

“That’s right, intimidation is important!”

Cynthia grabs onto my arm. I’m a little conscious of how her softness is pressing against me, but oh well.

Lillith seems fired up too.

Near the entrance to the arena, familiar faces are standing.

Though to be honest, this is the first time I’m meeting them in this world…

Each one of them looks important, and they’re all looking down on people.

Seriously, they haven’t changed at all.

Among them, a man taller than Duke, with a physique that’s not quite gorilla-like, turns his gaze toward me.

He’s wearing the uniform of Duran Swordsmanship Academy, sewn with the emblem of a knight, a pitch-black design.

Ah, am I the one for this event?

Geez, what a hassle.

“Quite confident even before the match, aren’t you, lower-class students of Noblesse?”

Arrogant words and overflowing magic power accompany his smugness.

He’s tall, looking down on me from above.

The others around him give off a similar vibe. There are girls too, all of them thinking they’re superior to others.

Well, that might actually be the case for most of them.

“That’s the attitude of a reigning champion. Don’t you get it? Have you heard of it?”

“Hah, the excellence was from your seniors, like Eva Avery. Winning matches with others’ coats, you truly are a different kind, a lazy scum, Weiss Fancent.”

Huh, so they know my name.

Originally, this event was supposed to be about the main character, Alan. He’s supposed to get into a fight with Michael for being too affectionate with Cynthia, but this time, it seems I stood out.

But seriously, why are they still so infuriating? Are they even more annoying than in the original story?

“Surprising that Duran Swordsmanship would attack with insults. Your words stung my heart a little.”

“Hey! If you insult Michael, I won’t forgive you!”

The annoying one here is this girl, Milica Embress. She’s his girlfriend.

She’s strong-willed, which can be irritating, but I don’t dislike it.

Her short hair, wine-red in color, suits her, but she’s not my type.

“If you dare lay a finger on my Weiss, I’ll freeze your arm.”

“Cynthia, can’t believe you’re engaged to a guy like this.”

“You wouldn’t understand. Probably never in your life.”

Milica and Cynthia have a sort of rivalry.

This is the same in the original story, where there was a little rivalry between them from their childhood.

Michael silences Milica and continues looking down on me.

“This year’s championship trophy is ours. Bask in your temporary superiority for now.”

With those parting words, they leave.

Lillith seems like she’s been holding back and finally speaks up.

“It’s so frustrating! Is that what you do in a prestigious tournament?”

“Well, they’re probably annoyed too. Last year, Eva Avery participated. Duran is a four-year school, unlike Noblesse. They probably got a close-up view of their seniors’ pathetic state.”

I turn my gaze back to the arena.

A large banner hangs there.

“Inter-School Competition, 12th Noblesse Sword Mage Cup.”

This is one of my favorite events.

I knew it was coming up soon, but now that it’s here, I can’t stop trembling with excitement.

In this world, there are many schools like Noblesse.

Of course, there are connections among them, and once a year, students who have been training hard gather to aim for the championship trophy.

While schools like Noblesse participate from their junior year, Duran and others have four-year programs, so they start from their sophomore year.

Naturally, a year of rigorous training has increased both their combat power and arrogance.

The one who challenged me is Duran, considered second strongest after Noblesse.

Last year, Eva Averly was overwhelmingly powerful, as depicted in the original story.

No one could lay a finger on her or even touch her, and she decisively won.

Michael must have realized that he couldn’t win against her in a fight.

Admired seniors who were all defeated by just one woman.

It was painful and frustrating for them.

That’s why they’re fired up.

While it might seem like they’re taking it out on us, I can understand their feelings.

By the way, tomorrow is for intermediate students, and the day after is for advanced students, three days of consecutive competitions.

In the spectator seats are not only parents from the schools but also privileged attendees and influential figures.

My father said he couldn’t come due to work, but that’s fine.

This competition won’t really have much impact on the future, to be honest.

But I’m determined to win, no matter what.

That’s why I’m here.

I’m planning to take everything.

And to legally crush those who underestimate me.

I can’t endure this.

“Let’s go, Weiss.”

“Yeah.”

We enter the arena through a student-exclusive passage.

As we reach the first-floor spectator seats and look up, an incredible sight unfolds before us.

Honestly, my heart trembles.

Seeing it in person… is it really this amazing?

The seats are packed with spectators, and cheers are reverberating through the air.

The excitement is overwhelming, and my body is tingling.

“Duran, you better win!”

“Fury is the best!”

“Go, Noblesse!”

I didn’t think of myself as representing Noblesse Magic Academy.

I came here as Weiss Fancent to confirm my own strength.

But the moment I saw this scene, I realized that I stand here as the representative of Noblesse.

Come to think of it, even Milch Sensei is a temporary teacher, but still a faculty member.

I can’t bring shame to my mentor.

I’ve received help from Darius, Chloe, and other teachers as well.

And above all…

“Fancent-kun, do your best!”

“We’re rooting for you, Weiss-sama! Fight!”

“We believe in you, Weiss-kun! Win for sure!”

Looking up, Cecil, Lillith, and Karta were cheering for me from the seats of the lower-grade students.

Hmm, if I strain my voice like this even before the match, I’ll get tired.

In this match, it’s a five-person team tournament against students from other schools.

The ones with the best grades are chosen, and the team members are decided through recommendations from the teachers.

It’s a shame that Lillith and Karta aren’t in the team, but complaining won’t change anything.

Moreover…

“Weiss, do your best.”

“Weiss, you’ve got this! Fight!”

“Weiss, make sure you win!”

Looking up at the sky, Cecil, Lillith, and Karta were cheering for me from the lower-grade seats.

Well, if you shout so much even before the match, you’ll get tired.

This match is a tournament where students from other schools compete in five-member teams.

Those with excellent grades are selected, and the team members are determined through recommendations from the faculty.

It’s unfortunate that Lillith and Karta aren’t on the team, but there’s no point in complaining.

Besides, I shouldn’t even be here in the first place.

“Weiss, the match is about to begin. As the team captain, say a few words to everyone.”

“Huh…?”

In the Colosseum, in the area designated for each team, Milch Sensei said to me.

Say a few words to everyone? What does that mean?

“Are you listening, Weiss? Is that okay with you? Then it’s unanimous.”

…Huh, does that mean…?

Wait a second, “unanimous”…? They’re idiots.

Well, whatever.

“Is there a problem?”

“No… There’s no problem.”

But right now, my feelings are probably the same as theirs.

Last year, Eva Averly left behind a legend.

I was saved by Eva during the dragon subjugation.

As a student of Noblesse, I can’t tarnish its honor.

I look at each person’s face.

Each and every one of them looks like they’re suffering.

The difficulty level of this event goes without saying; it’s pretty high.

Even if you don’t win, the story will continue, but naturally, everyone wants to be in first place.

However, no one could win in the original story. Some even suggested that this might be an event where everyone loses.

But there was one person who managed to conquer it, and it became a topic of discussion.

That person posted a screenshot on the internet, and after seeing it, others were thrilled that they could actually win and attempted it multiple times, but no one else succeeded.

Because of that, there were rumors that people used cheats to win, or that the screenshot was fabricated in the first place.

The truth remained unknown. I was curious too, but there was no information.

But this is different.

If we win, we’ll know the truth. Whether this event is a losing one or not.

The final prize for winning, that’s what the screenshot showed.

If it matches, we’ll naturally have our answer.

In that case, let me take a look.

And so, I turn to my team members.

“Cynthia, your ice magic should be unbeatable. I believe in you.”

“Of course.”

“Duke, there’s no way you’d lose if you keep your composure. Stay calm and do it.”

“Got it. Leave it to me.”

“Shari, I know you’ve been training with Lillith. Show us the results.”

“Absolutely. I won’t lose.”

And…

“Alan, there’s nothing I need to say to you. I won’t lose, so you mustn’t lose either.”

“…Leave it to me. Weiss.”

Even though it’s a five-person team, we don’t fight all at once. There are also tag matches, but the basic format is one-on-one.

But with this lineup, there’s no way we’ll lose.

I, Weiss Fancent, will defeat everyone with overwhelming power.

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