Chapter 211.1

Chapter 211 : Trampled pride

“Look what you did! The spell failed because of you three!” (Emilia)

Emilia blamed Heine and co. in a sharp tone.

“Oh yeah? Well ain’t that a shame.” Raos said without an ounce of guilt.

“On that note, Emilia. You’re not supposed to use your magic power so aggressively when casting barrier magic. The way of the Heroes is to fight to survive, not to kill. But then again, the killing does come afterwards, though~.” Heine said while giggling in a teasing way.

“That’s Emilia- <b>sensei</b> to you! Also, what are you playing at?! Don’t pretend to be the teacher when you’re just a student!” (Emilia)

“In the first place, if you are our teacher, should you not be more adept at barrier magic than we are?” (Ledriano)

“S… Silence!” (Emilia)

Emilia poitevin and turned away as she lashed out at Ledriano.

At that same moment, the door to the auditorium opened.

“Good grief. As always, this academy can’t teach a single proper lesson.” (Zamira)

The one who appeared was Zamira, the headmaster of this academy.

Behind him were soldiers dressed in formal outfits and lined up in a row.

“The hell you want, Mr. Bigshot? You here to interrupt the lesson again?” (Raos)

“You fool. I have no business with an impostor like you. I heard about your classes. Training to run away from dragons, was it?” Zamira said mockingly.

“I’ve never heard of a Hero that runs away. The Hero Kanon, on the other hand, always fought to the death. So when a national emergency strikes, are you going to use those legs you trained to run with your tails between them?” (Zamira)

Raos left his seat and glared at Zamira in anger.

However, the latter had dozens of soldiers behind him.

So he wouldn’t be able to shut him up by force like he did last time.

“You can flap your gums after you’ve defeated a dragon first.” (Zamira)

Zamira headed distraught for the podium.

Then he bowed to Lay and Misa.

“We have come to welcome you, Great Hero Kanon and Misa-sama. We have prepared a carriage for you out front. Today, we will hold a banquet at the royal palace. In a few days, we will be ready to hold a ceremony. We would be honored if you stayed at the palace until then. We shall make sure to provide you with the utmost hospitality worthy of the one true Hero and champion of humanity.” (Zamira)

Without losing his smile, Lay asked a question.

“I know I already asked for it yesterday, but will I be able to have an audience with the king of Gairadite? And I would also like to meet the other royals as well.” (Lay)

“But of course. The king would like to meet you himself. As for the rest of the royal family…” (Zamira)

Zamira was about to say something but stopped mid-sentence.

“Ah, I mean, this way, please! Let us speak in the royal palace, not in this dreary place.” (Zamira)

Lay nodded and turned to Misa.

“Shall we go?” (Lay)

“Yes.” (Misa)

The two followed after Zamira.

The soldiers flashily split to their left and right, lining up to make way for Lay.

As he walked, they followed behind in reverence.

They left the main auditorium and closed the door.

In the midst of this silence, a voice rang out.

“…I can’t take this shit anymore…” (Raos)

It was Raos’.

With a look of humiliation on his face, he stomped his way to the door.

Then he kicked it with all his might.

“GODDAMMIT…! FUCK HIM…!! FUCK THAT PIECE OF SHIT…!!” (Raos)

Again and again, Raos kicked the door.

“Raos-kun! Stop damaging school property! Is this how you vent out your anger?!” (Emilia)

Emilia stepped down from the podium and tried to hold down Raos as he rampaged.

“SHUT… UP!” (Raos)

Raos shook Emilia off as hard as he could, and knocked her back.

She fell to the floor, then pushed herself up, and glared at him.

—No one expects anything from us anyway.—

A strong thought leaked out from <Sanctuary Aske>, which was still activated.

—Everything we do is pointless. None of it matters.—

Filled with intense, seething rage.

—Sure, we may not be the most exceptional people around. We know that by now.—

As the spellcaster, Emilia could hear those thoughts.

She was carefully listening to them.

—But the adults are even trashier than we are!—

—We risked our lives training to fight dragons, yet he accuses us of running away?!—

—And despite that, we still gotta protect scum like him?!—

By tracing the origin of his burning anger, I could see that there was something more.

—They praised us as Heroes.—

—They worshiped us for being the reincarnations of the Hero Kanon.—

—Then one day, outta the blue, we’re told that it was all a lie.—

Perhaps that feeling was disappointment.

—They did a 180 and started treating us like shit.—

—All these years, we never stopped doing exactly as they told us.—

—We became the Heroes you assholes wanted so much!—

From being blamed so intensely and unfairly.

—Why are we suddenly being blamed for doing as they told us?—

—If everything we ever did lost all meaning just because we’re not the Hero Kanon…—

—Then ultimately, nothing we do will ever matter…—

All the three of them could do was shout in anger.

—We’re not Heroes…—

—We’re just a bunch of worthless phonies…—

—Dammit…!—

—Why couldn’t we be born as real Heroes?—

—Why…?—

All of Raos’ pent-up depression swirling inside <Sanctuary Aske> exploded.

However, though the words were his, the feelings weren’t his alone.

As if reacting in sync with them, the magic power coating Emilia’s body swelled up.

Heine’s thoughts, Ledriano’s feelings, and the negative emotions of the students of the former Jerga-Kanon class united and were converted into magic power.

“…What?” Raos spat.

“Just strike me back with your signature slap if that’s what you want. What’s the problem? You feeling sorry for us? Is that it? Well we don’t want your damn pity!!” (Raos)

“…Don’t think… you’re the only ones…” Emilia muttered up as she stood back up.

“Huh? Say what?” (Raos)

“I said don’t think you’re the only ones feeling miserable here!” (Emilia)

Emilia slapped Raos on the cheek.

“…Ow…!” (Raos)

“If you have no intention of protecting anyone, then get out.” Emilia said while pointing at the door.