The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy

Chapter 114 - 114: End Of Semester (XVII)

『 Ice Generation (✦ 1st-Level Spell ✦) 』

In response, I summoned a cluster of ice shards in my right hand, just like she did. But there was a difference—

A faint violet glow traced their sharp edges.

I was infusing them with my Aura.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Honestly, I had held back enough.

I tried to be careful. I tried to avoid unnecessary fights. I even spared people who deserved worse, just because they might have connections to some big shots.

But not anymore.

And definitely not now.

"It is my duty as the Student Council President," she said coldly.

『 Crystal Generation (✦ 1st-Level Spell ✦)』

Dozens of crystal shards materialized around her, hovering in the air like a deadly swarm. Their sharp edges reflected the dim glow of the hallway lights.

Seeing her get serious, I slowly pushed back my sleeves, exposing the scars on my arms.

I didn't care if she saw them.

"...You see, Violet," I said calmly.

"If you actually fight me, I won't hold back just because of our past interactions."

I was giving her one last chance.

It was her decision.

She looked at me for a moment, as if

Blood dripped from her torn uniform, pooling beneath her knees. Her breath was ragged, her body barely holding together after what I had done to her.

My eyes glowed.

"People like that die early."

Fwoop!—

The air twisted.

A presence rushed toward me at full speed.

I stepped back.

Just enough.

Fwip!

A blade slashed through the space I had just occupied, missing me by a hair's width. The silver edge gleamed, stopping mid-air before retreating.

I exhaled slowly.

My gaze flicked to the side.

A figure stood in front of Violet now, his sword raised defensively. His golden hair, his blue uniform, and the way his stance screamed chivalry—it was obvious.

Prince Leon.

He turned to me, anger burning in his eyes.

"Aestrea!"

His grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles turning white.

"How dare you attack the Student Council President?"

I tilted my head.

Huh.

That was the first thing he said?

Not "Why did this happen?"

Not "What the hell is going on?"

Just "How dare you?"

Tsk...

What did I expect?

I turned my gaze toward the doorway.

And—well. This was just getting annoying.

More figures stood there.

Ella's little lapdog, Telmo, was at his side, looking down at me with some kind of disgust—like I was filth beneath his shoes.

But that wasn't all.

The Hero's Group was here too.

"...Aestrea, you..." He started, but his words trailed off.

He looked at me, at the blood-soaked floor, at Violet's trembling form. His eyes flickered with something like doubt.

Like he was trying to understand what had just happened.

But he wouldn't.

Because if we were being honest, Lucas was a good hero.

But only to those who asked for help.

He helped the ones who reached out, the ones who cried loudly enough for the world to hear.

But what about the ones who suffered in silence?

The ones who were bullied, ridiculed, and broken apart for things beyond their control?

The ones who had already fallen too deep into the abyss to even call for help?

What about them?

Would they ever be saved?

No.

Because they weren't his problem.

Tsk.

I sighed, rolling my shoulders.

...I should stop with those monologues.

I'm just racking my brain out.

If anything, it just increases my stress.

As I was lost in my thoughts, Prince Leon pointed his sword at me.

"I won't let you get away with this."

…Oh?

A small smirk tugged at my lips.

"And what exactly are you going to do about it?"

Leon narrowed his eyes.

"You're a threat to the academy. I'll—"

BOOM—!

Before he could finish his sentence, I moved.

The floor cracked beneath my feet as I launched forward, closing the distance between us in an instant.

FWIP!

My scythe swung, a violet glow trailing behind its blade.

Leon barely had time to react.

CLANG—!

He raised his sword just in time, barely blocking my strike. The impact sent a shockwave through the air, forcing him back a step.

His arms shook from the force.

"Fuck...!"

Telmo rushed forward, a spell already forming in his hands.

『 Wind Cutter! (✦ 3rd-Level Spell ✦) 』

SWOOSH!

A razor-sharp blade of wind shot toward me, slicing through the air at terrifying speed.

I didn't even bother dodging.

I simply swung my aura-infused scythe down.

SLASH!

The spell was cut apart, its magic dispersing into nothing.

Telmo's face paled.

The Hero's Group sprang into action.

『 Stone Spikes! (✦ 4th-Level Spell ✦) 』

BOOM!

The ground shattered as massive stone spikes erupted from the floor, aiming straight for me.

FWIP—!

I moved between them effortlessly, my body a blur of motion.

『 Lightning Bolt! (✦ 4th-Level Spell ✦) 』

CRACKLE—!

A surge of lightning raced toward me.

I lifted my hand.

『 Ice Wall! (✦ 3rd-Level Spell ✦) 』

SHHHHHK—!

A massive wall of ice rose in front of me, absorbing the electricity before it could touch me.

The Hero's Group looked stunned.

Lucas clenched his fists.

"Aestrea... this isn't right. You can't beat up those students just because they made a little article about your personal life..."

"Besides, you even injured Violet!"

I tilted my head.

"And?"

His expression darkened.

"...Then we'll stop you by force."

I sighed.

"Alright then."

I stepped forward.

The temperature dropped instantly.

The air turned heavy.

A deep, violet glow began to spread around me.

"...Come at me, then."