Evade The Hero and Flee!

Chapter 69

Chapter 69

RATH 69

TL: Eevee

8. If you do it, it works. (8)

#10 A certain student council presidents story.

The teachers became stronger.

Die!

The ones who said that used to mostly be students.

But now the teachers were saying that as well.

Moreover.

P, professor?

Sorry, but die!

A student that was dragging a teacher to the deadzone screamed as she fell.

Even if they lost, the teachers normally displayed a clean fight.

But after that day

Even their fighting methods became troublesome no, it would be best to say that they started fighting dirty.

But it couldnt be helped.

The students, who had already experienced it, simply could not criticize the teachers.

Because

Itz a-okay! If ya lose Ill heal ya! So fight as much as ya want!

The being that excitedly waved her hand at us as she watched us fight was none other than the silver devil.

And said devil was threatening the teachers with her fearsome fists high in the air.

The devils method of healing was, as youd expect from a devil, to beat up the opposition.

It shows an incredible healing power, but in contrast, it grants the healed an incredible pain.

To the point where that dying would be easier!

Even so, we cant give up!

The other students yelled as they charged in, but the teachers evaded and dodged as they fought to minimise the damage to their own bodies.

Isnt that too unfair?

Our own lives are on the line as well.

The teachers engaged in hit and run tactics that whittled down the student forces while minimising their own damage.

This fighting style where they avoided large teamfights altogether was the complete opposite of how the teachers of Yugrasia had fought until now.

Because of that, we were still stuck on the eighth floor when wed normally be on the second floor right now.

How are the other floors doing?

Same as we are, pres.

What about just brute forcing our way through?

Would it work? The enemy already has their backs to the water, no, their backs to the devil.

We were like that during the holidays.

Actually, in some respects its worse for them. Were done once we fall, but they get hit every time they fall.

Why is that the devil knows how to heal.

Of course its to heal them and hit them again.

Thats the devil of devils for you, no, the evil gods apostle!

Unlike the grumbling students, the teachers were stone-faced.

As if the situations of the teachers and students before the holidays had been reversed.

The teachers expressions were that serious, no, rigid.

Those eyes look like theyre prepared to face death.

Is it just me feeling a real sense of kinship with them?

No, because we also have those exact same eyes.

Professor Nicerwin isnt human. Just how could he do this to his fellow teachers

Just what the hell was victory at the imperial festival even worth.

The students that were participating it aside, he even pushed the teachers who werent going to be in it straight into hell.

But, our objective is fighting against the teachers anyway.

Lately it felt like it would be possible to break through the academy, no, even our results were showing that if we managed to beat Professor Muam then we were guaranteed victory.

But the more we did so the more anxious we got.

Because it didnt seem like Professor Nicerwin would let us off before the imperial festival no matter what!

Just what trick would he play to destroy our teamwork, or put fear into us.

Or that he would start some absolutely ridiculous tribulation.

But thankfully he put pressure on us by putting the teachers into hell.

We felt sorry for the teachers, but considering how they had pretended to ignore our plight so far we got a bit of schadenfreude out of it!

We just have to be thankful that it was the teachers and not us he pushed.

True, if he set the silver devil on us like that

I honestly think I would have killed myself.

Is it possible for us to kill ourselves?

Dunno. But the important thing is that, we can fight the teachers going at their full power, no, when they are surpassing their own limits.

Our current location was the middle of the eighth floor.

But their appearance was a far cry from when I last saw them.

Previously they had suppressed the other teachers with ease, and looked perfectly fresh as they came down to curbstomp me, but right now they almost looked like defeated soldiers.

Despite being made of good quality material and enchanted with numerous spells, their uniform was in tatters, and there were others, even girls, marching resolutely down uncaring of the blood streaming down their faces.

Just what kind of academy am I teaching in

Rather than students, they looked like warriors.

The uniforms that proved their status as students carried the air of uniforms of well-trained elite troops, and the students footsteps carried the sounds of an undefeated army.

Professor Harian, I think we honestly do need to prepare ourselves.

A completely different pressure compared to the berserker mode they ran in with before.

As if he felt it too, even Muamys voice quavered a bit.

Tak. Tak. Stomp.

And just ten metres out from where we were standing, the person furthest at the front, the student council president Nerkia, halted and raised his hand.

Charge.

And his command truly was like a general commanding his army.

At his words, the speed-buffed summons that came running at us felt like a cavalry brigade running at full tilt.

The kidsre weird, the kidsre weird!

Oh great king, stop our enemies!

As I screamed I had Boreas create several layers of wind barriers, while Muamy also prepared water shields to face off the students.

Marksmen, ready.

As we picked off the charging summons one by one while maintaining our barriers, the president gestured to the students with a relaxed expression.

When he did, from further away, a number of summons began to form magics or objects with numerous different attributes.

Hang on, prezzie? Youre not an army? Youre all students?

I yelled to the students that reeked of professionalism, but the students ignored me and fired at us.

Listen when an elf is talking to yoooouuu!

The magics slammed into my wind barrier with a loud clash.

Although I didnt think they would break Boreas, the god of winds barrier anytime soon.

I cant see!

As numerous bright lights began to blur my vision, I started to have a really bad feeling about this.

And if this was the case then almost certainly

Hello, Professor.

I knew ittt!

As I expected, Aris emerged from the light and sliced through my wind barrier.

Take it easy on me Aris!

Youre going to revive soon anyway.

Whats that supposed to mean!

I screamed as Aris unleashed even more savage slashes than before but Aris kept attacking, and in the end I was defeated.

Ya fell down?

And it began.

Kuaaaaaaaagh?!

What I felt was a pain that simply could not be described into words.

Professor Harian has revived!

Phase 1! Beat her again when shes still fuzzy!

I hadnt even gotten my shredded wits back together again, but all sorts of magic came flying into my face.

-Get a grip on yourself, contractor!

And I fainted again.

Gyaaaahh!

And I woke up again from another incredible pain!

N, noooo!

Phase two, denial!

Attack again!

After I was knocked out and woken up by pain a few more times after that I finally realised what was happening.

If I fainted, Professor Nicerwins summon would hit me awake, and the students would attack me again.

And I would fall again, get attacked again, fall again

Youre telling me Im not even allowed to fall daaaaaaaownn!

Final phase, final phase!

Everyone be careful!

Seriously, these little shits.

So is that how its going to be, you brats! Do I look like a pushover to you!

Professor Harians already gone into berserker mode!

Lady Aris, please keep Professor Muam busy!

As I faced down the students that were looking at me as if I was the demon king, I let my mana run rampant.

Boreas, kill them all!

And that day, along with the rest of the teachers.

I became a true resident of the hell named Yugrasia.