Ch.27Execution (2)

A duel between students.

In Gallimar, where the competition system is more structured than anywhere else, such events are not uncommon.

Should I call it a kind of Spartan education?

It was an educational policy set by the dean.

Conflict promotes children’s growth and draws out their potential.

It’s about blooming with pain as fertilizer.

Perhaps because of this academy’s atmosphere, the procedures related to this are well-organized.

So they can always be carried out smoothly.

“I request a duel.”

Duels proceed sequentially.

The faculty members who observe each perform their designated roles and supervise the students.

The roles are broadly divided into [Judge, Manager, Executor].

To explain briefly, they are as follows:

[Category: General Post]

[Title: Roles Professors Take in Duels]

Hello, this is Strategy Guide.

Today I’d like to share information that several people have asked about.

Regarding the periodic duel events.

Many people have asked what roles professors take during these times.

I can answer this simply.

1. Judge

-> Literally the role of judging the duel

(Usually taken by the dean)

2. Manager

-> Role of preventing safety accidents during the duel or managing the injured

(Taken by medical faculty professors or Professor Cadel)

3. Executor

-> Role of supervising the implementation of what was wagered after the duel ends

(Assigned randomly regardless of position)

That’s all.

If this helped, please leave a like.

“Hmm.”

A post I uploaded sometime ago.

An informational article I wrote when I was active as a game creator before my possession.

I quietly contemplate the content.

Maybe it’s because I’m experiencing this situation right now.

Related memories come back one by one.

As I’m lost in thought, I suddenly meet a pair of blue eyes.

The blue-haired girl sitting across from me.

“……”

Amelia immediately averts her eyes.

A room with only the two of us remaining.

A thick silence has been lingering since earlier.

Selena should have been here too, but she had left at my request.

I maintain my silence.

‘The initiative is mine anyway.’

The final stage of the duel, execution.

The process of paying the price they had wagered against each other, an unavoidable verdict.

The girl’s breath trembles.

-The price of defeat… is leaving Gallimar Academy according to the winner’s opinion.

Expulsion bread.

Now all that remained for Amelia was expulsion.

Because the [Execution] carried out at Gallimar is absolute.

If Selena signed just once, the girl would immediately be expelled from the academy.

‘She must be burning up inside.’

The girl’s complexion gradually hardens.

Regardless, I’m ostentatiously killing time at a leisurely pace.

I wasn’t the one in a hurry.

The core of negotiation.

You have to drive the other person crazy.

Don’t release their weakness until they kneel down in desperation and beg with tears.

It’s about completely subjugating them.

‘She has no way out.’

Amelia had nowhere to go.

Due to internal circumstances, her standing in the Venatti family was like a kite with a broken string, and her position was precariously unstable.

If she gets expelled because of this incident…

‘It’s over.’

It really becomes irreversible.

She dies.

I’m not just talking about her life as a noble. Her thread of life will be cut.

The girl was walking on a knife’s edge.

-I have a proposal I’d like to make to Lady Venatti.

-It’s about the execution. I’d like to talk with you alone.

I deliberately spoke loudly enough for the other side to hear.

Waving a faint possibility in front of those blue eyes filled with despair.

I was certain.

She has no choice but to take this bait.

“…Excuse me.”

And the moment those red lips part.

Certainty becomes conviction.

A sinister smile creeps across my face.

“You said earlier that you had something to propose.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“Then why aren’t you saying anything…?”

“Well…”

I respond glibly.

My deceitful tongue, flickering like a lethal viper.

“What kind of proposal would Lady Venatti like to hear?”

A sentence that seems to offer choices.

However, the intention behind it was completely different.

“Please tell me what you want.”

=You can’t do anything.

It was a moment to imprint our respective positions.

As long as Amelia’s lifeline was in my hands, I could manipulate her however I wanted.

In this situation.

How would our lady react?

It’s too obvious.

“…You don’t seem to fear the name of the Venatti family, do you?”

Yes, she would bring up her family name.

Amelia would naturally think that I don’t know anything.

It was a decent escape route.

But.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d refrain from such feeble threats.”

=Are you sure you want to threaten me?

“W-what did you say…?”

“If you annoy me, I might want to continue with the [Execution] right away.”

=I’m the one holding your weakness.

The opponent was unfortunate, you could say.

I knew better than anyone what was happening in the Venatti family right now.

Even more deeply than Amelia herself.

“I happen to know quite a lot.”

=I know the situation you’re in.

These were all indirect statements, but the person concerned would understand.

Expressions that explicitly scratched at her.

An attitude that clearly maintained the position of superiority.

An ominous smile that didn’t falter even when Venatti was mentioned.

It was suffocatingly significant.

“I simply want to have an honest conversation.”

Confusion spreads across those blue eyes.

She tries to appear calm, but the characteristic trembling doesn’t disappear.

The girl is silent for a moment.

“……”

Is she calculating in her head?

She’s quite sharp when it comes to these things.

If it were ordinary children, they would have continued their act without even grasping the atmosphere.

Amelia was different.

She changes her judgment as soon as she smells danger.

She keeps her mouth shut to avoid making mistakes.

She combines the scattered clues and infers possibilities.

‘Her thinking is top-notch.’

Well.

She couldn’t have survived otherwise.

In an environment no different from hell.

“Hehe, have you finished thinking?”

“…Yes.”

Creeak-

Amelia quietly pulls out her chair and stands up.

She moves with staggering steps.

She seems to hesitate for a moment, but soon approaches where I’m sitting.

Her shoulders were trembling like an aspen tree.

“Please, young lord,”

The girl stops at close range.

Her gaze fixed on the floor.

The villainous lady begins to bend her posture, and soon slowly kneels on the floor.

Her pupils, glimpsed briefly, are lifeless.

“Please show mercy and let me avoid expulsion.”

“Hmm.”

I didn’t expect her to kneel.

Seeing the supposedly arrogant lady bow down, I could tell just how desperate her situation was.

Her voice had lost its edge.

“I… want to live.”

She was simply pitiful.

So she knows.

That if she returns to her family like this, only death awaits.

‘Is she struggling in her own way?’

If so.

I should check how sincere she is.

I lean toward the girl sitting on the floor. Our breaths come closer.

I whisper in her ear.

“How does it feel? To beg for your life so shamefully?”

“……”

Amelia doesn’t give any answer.

She just turns deathly pale.

I continue to poke at her sore spots.

“After tormenting me so much… now you’re kneeling before me?”

“……”

“You lost the duel shamefully too, didn’t you?”

“……”

“I’ll tell you now, that was the most pathetic match I’ve ever seen. It was terrible.”

“……”

“I wondered how such an incompetent person could be in the third stone. It made me question things.”

“……”

Inferiority complex, pride, desire for recognition.

Despite thoroughly prodding at all her wounds, Amelia didn’t utter a single groan.

She just nodded her head obediently.

Of course, she wasn’t unaffected.

Tightly bitten lips, slightly disturbed breathing, eyes moist with tears.

It was the appearance of emotions flowing back.

Amelia was simply swallowing it all.

To survive.

‘I suppose this is satisfactory.’

She doesn’t seem like she’ll bare her teeth recklessly.

I smile with satisfaction.

I opened my mouth with the thought that this would be the last.

“Lady Venatti.”

“…Yes.”

“Seeing your dignified attitude is truly enjoyable. It reminds me of a certain scene.”

My eyes narrow maliciously.

“How are your wet pants doing?”

“Ah.”

“Wetting yourself in front of everyone, then breaking into ugly tears… you’re no different from a newborn baby.”

“……”

“Oh my.”

Was that too harsh this time?

The words I uttered pierce deep into the girl’s heart.

Her pale complexion turns bright red.

Drip drip-

Tears that had been gathering in her eyes begin to fall.

A faint sobbing is added.

She finally spills tears.

“Hic… sniff, ugh, ahh.”

“Oh dear.”

She’s crying again.

I was only going to go this far, but it seems there was a miscalculation in my damage assessment.

To collapse immediately at the mention of lemonade.

‘I suppose it’s understandable.’

Being branded as a bed-wetter in front of the entire school.

If the bastard who caused it was doing a tap dance in front of her, I would have cried from frustration too.

Especially when she can’t even complain because of her weakness.

“My, my… I pushed too hard.”

I calmly extend my hand.

Warm body temperature touches my fingertips. I place my palm on her soft cheek and wipe away the moisture.

Fingers wiping away tears.

The girl seemed unable to resist.

“You look like you really hate this?”

“N-no… hic, sniff.”

Amelia hastily fixes her expression.

The awkward smile she puts on contains an indescribable sadness.

She was being crushed by consideration even while crying.

“S-sorry… I was just, surprised, that’s all.”

This is excessive, but it’s fine.

I felt strangely guilty.

I never intended to expel her in the first place.

I was just teasing her as revenge for bullying our protagonist.

I quietly parted my lips.

“You seem more desperate than I thought.”

“Hic, ugh… I want, to live.”

“Hehe, very well.”

“W-what do you mean by ‘very well’…?”

“It means that since Lady Venatti is so desperate, I can grant such a small request.”

“…!”

The girl’s pupils dilate.

As if seeing hope.

Of course, I didn’t intend to simply give it to her.

“But there’s a condition.”

“W-what is it?”

“I’d like to receive some sincerity, shall we say.”

“What…?”

The blue-haired girl looks up at me hesitantly.

I twisted the corners of my mouth into a grin.

Amelia Venatti.

In the original work, she was merely a supporting character in the position of a villainous lady, but I saw her potential.

She was a person with high utility value.

If I could bring her to my side, I could use her effectively someday.

Now that I had her weakness in my hands.

I intended to bind her completely.

“Until graduation, for the next 3 years…”

I grab the girl’s chin and lift it.

Our gazes cross at close range.

Facing those anxiously trembling blue eyes, I smile maliciously.

“I will make your body mine.”

=I will make you a chess piece that I control.

The girl’s face hardens.