The bulletproof limousine glided smoothly down the road.
Outside the window, the endless expanse of green trees passed by, and behind us, an armored convoy rumbled along with a heavy engine roar.
Cordo, seated inside the car, took a puff from his thick Aleboras cigar.
The Secretary General, who was reading the screen of his tablet PC in front of him, opened his mouth.
“Commander, we just received a call from the Aegis Academy escort team.”
“What did that old geezer Brecht say this time?”
“Well… it seems that young Master Sebastian got into a scuffle with some students, and a brawl broke out.”
Cordo raised an eyebrow.
“Ha, audacious little runt. Which cheeky brat dared to provoke Sebastian first?”
The Secretary General, who was listening to the reports from the scene, wore a perplexed expression.
“Actually, it appears that the young master’s escort knights initiated the confrontation. It seems a simple argument escalated into a fistfight.”
Cordo clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“Sebastian, you pathetic fool. Can’t even control my own subordinates.”
As a noble heir, getting into a quarrel with commoner students was a shameful display for a descendant of a great royal family.
“Commander, something feels off about this situation. The two senior knights assigned to the scene should be under disciplinary action. They recently received penalties for causing too much friction with outsiders.”
Cordo furrowed his brow at the Secretary General’s words. He’d been informed that those guys had neither skill nor sense.
Though he didn’t pay much mind, he was aware that knights in the Restraid were often criticized for being overly arrogant, including himself.
“What? How could such fools be assigned to such an important post…”
It was a principle to deploy relatively gentle-natured personnel for important positions, so what had gone wrong?
“Let’s see, if those idiots were assigned to protect Sebastian right after his return, it’s rather obvious. They intend to get Sebastian into trouble and tarnish his reputation.”
A simple political maneuver aimed at ruining a rival’s reputation.
“Whose doing could it be? Surely…”
“There are only a handful of people who could influence troop deployments. I have a rough idea of who it might be.”
Cordo felt a bit irritated by the childish antics of the illegitimate children, yet at the same time, he nodded in understanding.
“Is it him? Or perhaps that guy. I thought he was quiet, but he’s quite clever. Impressive.”
“What should we do? Should we intervene even now…”
Cordo shook his head.
“No, for now, let it be. We’ll observe the situation first.”
“Really? But he is the heir. His reputation…”
“Overabundance of kids is a problem, but what does it matter? The important thing is the family. If this minor issue is enough to fluster him, he shouldn’t dare dream of being the heir in the first place.”
A smirk lingered at the corners of Cordo’s mouth.
Restraid is not a place for the weak.
Those who fail to achieve the family’s aspirations deserve to be cast aside.
“The path to reclaiming the royal family’s glory is fraught with thorns. If he’s shaken by mere storms in a teacup, Sebastian is unworthy.”
Cordo leaned back, leaving behind those significant words. His gaze was as cold as a chess player calculating their next move over the board.
In the distance, the vast Aegis Academy came into sight. As the limousine entered the grounds, loud cheers and raucous shouts could be heard from afar.
Beyond the bulletproof glass, a scene of chaos unfolded. Surrounding students shrank back in surprise, and guards and professors rushed toward the commotion.
“Commander, what shall we do about the students involved?”
Cordo chuckled briefly at the Secretary General’s question.
“It’s a shame if the students get hurt, but once everything settles, hand out some compensation later.”
Though they were more precious than the commoners who couldn’t wield magic, they were still, in comparison to the great houses, ultimately just commoners.
He ordered the Secretary General.
“For now, let’s just watch. I want to see how Sebastian handles this.”
The sounds of clashes echoed one after another, and armored knights could be seen fighting what appeared to be girls, students diffusing into the fray.
Through the dust, a blonde female student caught my eye, standing her ground against Sebastian.
“And who might that be?”
Cordo muttered, puzzled.
“Hah, this is embarrassing. Losing to mere children…”
The girl was holding her own against Sebastian. Cordo contacted the armored unit in the rear.
“Ostrow, I trust your judgment. Keep a close eye and intervene if necessary.”
“Yes, Commander.”
—
Our Violets exist everywhere. This fact bestowed one exceptional advantage upon us Violets.
Namely, the ability to protect our friends anywhere, anytime.
So we watched from a distance as that nasty red-haired punk began his mischief.
“How dare he lay a finger on Daphne!”
“Those trash cans!”
Seeing how he was clearly sending his subordinates after Daphne when he was rejected.
A horrifying thought crossed my mind. The scene of the vile red-haired thug kidnapping Daphne.
“Kyah! Friend! No!”
“Hey now, your friend is my wife from now on. Take care! A refusal is a refusal.”
“Ahhh! Save me, Violet!”
A chilling vision swept through the Violet Network like a tidal wave. Furious Violets armed themselves and charged.
The target: Sebastian. In a situation like this, to resolve everything, one must take down the head.
“Kalia! Irene! I’m counting on you! Deal with those trash cans!”
“Got it. How did it come to this…?”
“Leave it to me! Crush that guy!”
“Ugh! Get back! You arrogant brat!”
The two began fighting off the thugs.
With the knights handling those two, I felt at ease. Just in time, the escort Violets rushed to take over Daphne.
Without hesitation, I charged in, swinging my sword.
-Clang!
Sebastian, with a startled expression, parried my attack.
“You! You’re that girl from earlier!”
“You lecherous creep! Die!”
“Shut up!”
Several clashes of swords echoed. His two-handed sword collided with my one-handed blade.
Magic clashed with magic, sending sparks flying that stung my eyes.
“This is a misunderstanding! I was merely expressing my feelings!”
“Misunderstanding, my foot!”
He responded to my attack with complaints, spouting pathetic excuses for a true degenerate.
-Clang!
“Stop! The young master is innocent! This is…”
A foolish thug butting in between us was just a bonus. However, it turned into a temporary 2:1 situation and became a nuisance.
“Ugh, how annoying! Just crush them already!”
“Copy that!”
Soon the Violets that spawned rushed in, tearing the knight away.
“Clone technique? How can they have this many…! Aaaah!”
After binding one knight with the clones, Unit 16 then faced off with Sebastian again.
“Hey!”
“Ugh! You obnoxious girl!”
-Clang!
“Whoopee! I’m flying!”
Unit 16 was struck by his blade and went flying away. Behind her, Unit 567 charged in.
“Yikes! This guy’s strong!”
I had no choice but to admit it. His skills were surpassing ours.
Though he was a vile, womanizing jerk, he was still the heir of one of the three great clans, overwhelming in both swordsmanship and strength.
The flow of Ether, shimmering like haze, was no joke either.
I tried to subdue him directly, but that was impossible. Countless units found themselves tumbling in the dirt or soaring into the air.
“Kyaaa!”
“Whoa!”
“Ugh! If only I could use heavy weapons and explosives…!”
“Let’s use magic!”
“No way! That’ll affect the surroundings, and then the Headmaster and Scholarship Officer will scold us!”
The promise with the Headmaster kept us from seizing a decisive advantage.
The Violet Command Center directed interim operations.
“Units 567, 1250, and 1802! Get ready! It’s time for the Violet Stream Attack!”
Three Violets lined up and charged.
“What is that…?”
“Violet Stream Attack!”
Sebastian stumbled back in shock. Three Violets charging in one after the other.
“Hey!”
“Yah!”
Using the two Violets as a stepping stone, one Violet found an opportunity to swing an axe at his side.
“Ugh!”
But it was the Violet who fell. He skillfully toyed with us, wielding his two-handed sword.
“Damn it! You ignorant girls! Whether it’s this one or that one, why doesn’t a single one follow my orders?!”
Kicking aside the newly formed clones, Sebastian fumed.
What was he so enraged about? He was seething.
“Why should I listen to you? We’re free folk! You womanizing pervert!”
“Shut up!”
Enraged, he summoned even more magical power.
“I won’t go easy on you just because you’re a junior! As a senior and knight, I’ll teach you a lesson!”
Just as he charged, I pulled out a flare and shot it into the sky. Sebastian momentarily froze.
“What trickery is this?”
I quickly dove to the ground and shouted.
“Broken Arrow!”
He turned his head. Beyond the academy’s grounds, Sebastian’s face fell as he saw countless beams of light descending like rain.
“You vile scum!”
Before he could shout, bolt after bolt rained down like a storm.
“Of course, it works!”
“Radio Violet! Relay to Levi. Keep raining down on coordinates 3-4-5!”
“Copy!”
In the chaos of the brawl, the Violet Command Center sought alternatives to explosives, heavy weapons, and powerful magic.
“We need to temper our strength appropriately!”
“Don’t kill them! Just enough pain to get the message across!”
If possible, we’d want a strong hit. And we had friends capable of that marksmanship and armament.
“Levi! Arcing fire, coordinates 6-7-8! Use scattershot rounds!”
“Got it! Loading scatter bolts!”
In a tranquil location distant from the stage of the brawl.
Radio Violet casually gave orders while shooting off arcing bolts infused with regulated magical power.
The results were impressive. Sebastian couldn’t keep his wits about him under the onslaught of scatter bolts.
“Violet, you cowardly girl! First a sneak attack, now this sniper stuff!”
“It’s not cowardly! It’s tactics!”
The bolts, bearing a small amount of magic, lacked the power to deal significant damage but were more than enough to inflict pain and pressure.
He had to contend with bolts falling from above while dealing with us.
“We’ll take him down like this!”
Seizing the moment, twenty Violets charged in from 360 degrees.
“Get him!”
“Waaah!”
They charged. Closing in. Surrounding him!
And then, three seconds later, our Violets soared into the air.
“Huh? Why am I lying down?”
“We’re flying!”
And then came the late, booming sounds of explosions.
-KABOOM!
“Who are you?!”
Sebastian, dumbfounded, stood before a knight clad in even larger and flashier armor than the others.
“The Commander of the Guard? Why are you here…”
“It’s time to stop the games, young master.”
As the most prominent Violet raised her head, a cold and brutish hand clutched her collar.
“Eek!”
—
Watching the situation unfold, Cordo felt a minor annoyance.
“How pathetic. How can the knights of Restraid be losing to young students?”
Armored knights are the culmination of painstaking efforts, intricate swordsmanship, and cutting-edge engineering that form the modern masterpiece.
A walking epic, a hero reborn.
Therefore, Cordo expected this minor disturbance to end without incident.
The remaining outcomes would consist of humiliated students and a bit of notoriety, nothing more.
However, the result was different.
-Clang! Clang! Clang!
“You wretched little brat!”
“This tin can! Why isn’t it breaking?!”
“Kalia, look for a gap! We can’t break through head-on.”
-Clank!
“You’re facing me! How dare you ignore me?!”
“Move aside.”
The two students were holding their own in an equal fight against the knight.
No matter how bottom-tier those knights were in terms of clan prowess, this was a disgrace.
Without the pride of their armored suits, they wouldn’t have been able to guarantee a win or loss.
“Secretary General, as soon as this fight ends, deal with those guys!”
“Understood. I’ll take care of it.”
Having given his orders, Cordo watched the battle between Sebastian and the blonde student.
Overall strength and technique favored his son, but that blonde girl continuously created variables.
“That one knows how to fight.”
While observing the combat, communication came in from the Commander of the Guard’s side.
“The guards and professors are arriving. What should we do?”
“Is that so? Then wrap it up quickly. And give that blonde girl a light talking-to.”
Regardless of the cause and effect of the incident, the heir is the pride of the clan. They cannot let this slide for the sake of honor.
With a roar, Ostrow barged in between the two combatants.
Caught by surprise, everyone else halted their fighting momentarily.
He lifted the fallen girl by her collar.
“So, you’re the student who fought our young master?”
“Eek! Let go of me!”
“You seem capable, but you don’t know your place. You touched someone you shouldn’t have.”
The Commander of the Guard tossed the Violet to the ground.
-KUUNG!
“Argh!”
The fallen Violet rose with a wince. The Commander of the Guard raised his hand.
“First, I must give you a lecture as an adult—”
A black figure interjected between the girl and him. The gauntleted hand that aimed for her cheek halted with a metallic clang in midair.
“…!”
The Commander of the Guard was momentarily stunned by the sharp impact felt in his right hand.
“Who are you?”
The black-haired woman in front of him smiled lightly.
“I am a temporary instructor. Just because the students make mistakes doesn’t mean you can resort to violence.”
“Sophie El!”
The Commander of the Guard glared fiercely, but the current staff member from the Inspection Bureau, who was also a disguised temporary instructor, merely shrugged.
“Do you know who you’re trying to stop? Can you handle it?”
“Why don’t you look behind you?”
The Commander’s confusion didn’t end there. Glimmering arrows struck his back in succession.
“Ostrow, Commander of the Guard! Can’t you stop already?”
When he turned around, he saw Adela, wearing a rarely angry expression.
“Oh, isn’t this Lady Adelaide?”
“Answer me! What the heck is going on at our academy?”
Only then did the Commander of the Guard start to survey his surroundings.
“Isn’t that Sebastian, the senior? What on earth is happening?”
“That blonde girl… does anyone know who she is?”
“Those thugs! So the rumors were true. They really do bully people when they get bored!…”
The whispers around them echoed. If they acted any further, the clan’s position would become untenable.
“Consider yourself lucky, boy. Let’s move, young master.”
The Commander of the Guard clicked his tongue and retreated. Sebastian followed behind with a defeated expression.
The Violets looked at Adela and Sophie El with bright eyes.
“Wow! The older sisters helped us!”
The eyes of the two women met, watching the jubilant Violets.
“What on earth…”
They couldn’t understand why this happened.
So they demanded an explanation from Violet.
After hearing the explanation, the two women of different ages and backgrounds simultaneously thought the same thing, as if they were connected.
“Another accident has occurred.”
Their gazes crossed once more.
They had a feeling they could understand each other’s thoughts.
This child must not get entangled with Restraid again.
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