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 - 82

Chapter 82: The Strongest Sisters

In Noblesse Oblige, there are four seasons.

During the spring of the entrance ceremony, the harsh summer came to an end, the short autumn passed, and now it was the heart of winter.

Beautiful white crystals fell from the sky, creating a wondrous season.

Thanks to the flash time-lapse, I could see clear and beautiful hexagons.

The pure white snow falling was a natural wonder.

However, in this Noblesse Academy, white quickly turned black and red.

The once pristine snow powder crushed on the ground was stained with fresh blood.

In the arena, under the watchful eyes of underclassmen and middle-class students, the untimely Sword Demon Cup, or rather, the finals, was taking place.

The construction of magic to prevent teleportation had finished, and a new Defense Magic teacher had arrived, finally allowing it to resume.

The central female student was smaller than a card, with a still childlike face and light green twintails.

But her ominous magical power emitted the fear befitting a senior Noble student.

In her hand was the oversized death scythe, Death Scythe.

There were two students with the dark attribute in this school.

One, of course, was me.

A rare existence, not easily encountered despite the wide world.

Attributes represent personality.

There’s no credibility like blood type diagnosis, but everyone agrees on it.

Famous past bearers of the dark attribute invariably had cruel tendencies.

And the name of one of them was…

“So, is that it?”

She smiled cutely while swinging the gigantic Death Scythe, and what was terrifying wasn’t just her weapon or her smile.

Buzzing, the sound of the air being cut, and with it, the scythe disappeared…

As you progress through the grades, Noblesse places even more emphasis on individuality.

Moving beyond magic that anyone can use.

If you excel in fire magic, you’ll move towards flames; if you’re good with wind magic, you’ll focus on long-range attacks.

By developing their unique magical power in this way, they create new magic.

Her one and only magic was… an attack unleashed at an overwhelming speed, so fast that even the weapon couldn’t be seen.

“Three years of hard work.”

Despite her angelic smile, the scythe she wielded buried the top-ranked students of the Duran Sword Magic School, known as the strongest in history.

Correction… barely, they were still alive.

“The winner, Sierra Witch, a senior at Noblesse Magic Academy!”

Cheers erupted like screams.

“She’s amazing… So that’s Sierra-senpai, one of the Four Noblesse.”

“It’s unfair how cute and strong she is.”

“But isn’t she a bit too small?”

The underclassmen were shouting, and Sierra was one of the top students at Noblesse Academy, known as the strongest.

At the top of that list was Eva Avery.

However, she was somewhat exceptional.

The Four Noblesse are the students among the school’s population who excel the most, roughly equivalent to nicknames students give themselves.

One of them was a senior, Sierra Witch.

Her height was 149 centimeters, but she insisted she was 150.

She had a cute, hamster-like charm… and many fans.

“Senpai, you’re too cute!”

“I took so many magical photos!”

“Senpai, please look over here!”

With just a wave of her hand, Sierra could make both boys and girls swoon.

And next to me, for some reason, the usually noisy guy was quiet.

Uh… what was his name again?

Protein? Sausage? Vitamin? Mineral?

Whatever, it’s Duke.

“Wow, she’s amazing. So that’s the famous Sierra-senpai?”

He exclaimed in admiration, for once genuinely surprised.

“Even your brain, which has turned into muscle, can see how incredible she is?”

“Yeah, honestly, I’m terrified. I thought she had slender arms, but they’re incredibly toned. I want to know how she developed that.”

Correction, it’s no different from usual.

But as the meathead said, Sierra possessed incredible strength.

However, it wasn’t due to magic or anything, but rather her natural talent.

Even that speed was born from there.

“But still, it’s scary that she and Weiss have the same dark attribute. Isn’t that scythe terrifying?”

“What are you saying?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Sierra does have a darkish vibe, but her attribute is closer to light than wind. The death scythe is just a nickname students gave her.”

“Huh? That’s light!?”

Yes, Sierra is light.

She doesn’t have a cruel personality and seems to possess a caring heart (though I wouldn’t know).

So why does she wield a weapon like that? It’s related to her birth.

And as for darkness…

“Now, for the final match, Eleanor Witch from Duran Sword Magic High School versus Ghiblia Orso!”

“Witch?”

Duke tilted his head. This guy doesn’t know anything.

“They’re sisters.”

“Oh, really? I think I heard something like that.”

Eleanor, unlike Sierra, was taller. But she seemed timid, like a child.

Her hair was a pale pink, and she shook as she stepped forward.

Sierra was pushing her from behind.

“It seems their types are completely different.”

“Ha… you really don’t know anything, do you?”

“Huh?”

“Eleanor is the younger sister, and Sierra is the older one.”

And Eleanor…

I used my Dark Eye of Observation to read their conversation.

“Eleanor, you have to win!”

“But… the opponent looks strong…”

Ghiblia was a massive guy, over two meters tall. The attacks he delivered from his well-endowed physique exceeded even Duke in power.

But being an upperclassman in Duran Sword Magic meant it wasn’t just about brute strength.

By enhancing their magic, their attacks became more than just raw power.

“You must be the famous Eleanor… I’ll kill you.”

It seemed the opponent was quite fired up as well.

And the match began. Eleanor avoided Ghiblia’s attacks with quick movements, even though she seemed frightened.

The arena was covered with considerable defensive magic, but Ghiblia’s greatsword had magic that nullified spells, causing the ground to shatter.

It was a tactic that leveraged Duran’s specialization in anti-magic.

Plus, he was fast, and his defense was likely formidable.

“S-Sis, I can’t win, can I?”

“You’re just running around!”

Eleanor was on the defensive. Well, it seemed more like fleeing.

But the outcome was already decided.

Watching this, Duke let out a somewhat sad sigh.

“Aw, being a little sister must be tough.”

Yeah, that’s right.

Someone like him wouldn’t stand a chance against Eleanor.

And Sierra whispered magic words.

“Eleanor, that guy earlier… he called me an idiot, right? Shorty.”

“Huh?”

At that moment, Eleanor’s fear… vanished.

“Hah, what’s wrong? Why are you mad? Unlike a shorty like you, you seem useless. Die, Eleanor!”

The greatsword was raised, but Eleanor caught it with one hand.

Enveloping her hand was pitch-black darkness.

Yes, she was another one who possessed the rare dark attribute.

“You… did you call my big sister an idiot?”

And she… had a severe sister complex.

“Huh? Wha?”

The greatsword she held in her right hand creaked.

Her ability was the corrosion that surged through both her arms.

Magic, swords, nothing took shape before her dark magic.

That’s her twisted attribute, born out of loving her sister too much.

Although it was written in her character setting…

“Sister complexes are scary…”

I couldn’t help but offer my honest opinion.

Eleanor, who had corroded the greatsword, lunged at Ghiblia, straddling him and starting to pummel his face. With corrosion applied, defense magic collapsed quickly in her presence.

The white snow turned red, and Sierra cheered, “Go, Eleanor!” with casual words.

There was no stopping them.

Because Ghiblia hadn’t surrendered. Well, he couldn’t say it, though.

In this state, Ghiblia’s magic leaked out, and all we could do was watch until he lost consciousness.

“You, of all people! My big sister! Calling her an idiot! There’s… no excuse!”

“St-stop it… no…”

All that could be heard were the sounds of fists and Sierra’s light cheers.

“Go, go, victory!”

Ah, this, this right here, is the beginning of a new semester at Noblesse Oblige.