How to Survive as the Academy’s Villain

Chapter 101

Finally, the midterms were over.

Professor Genjin (Jamie), who had taken over Intermediate Magic Studies from Professor Beroen, surprisingly maintained the original assignment requirements with a rather lenient standard.

Thanks to this, most students, including Chelsea, were able to score high marks, and I, of course, passed the exam with an ‘A’ since it was waived for me.

‘There’ll be no mercy for the finals.’

If not for Jamie’s warning, it would have been considered the best class ever…

Of course, I managed to pass my other classes without any significant difficulties.

Except for one.

“Here I come, Kamon!”

Swordsmanship class, where I continued to be paired with Kyle, was the only exception.

“Everyone, get ready.”

The midterm for Swordsmanship was a simple sparring match.

“Remember, losing three clean hits means defeat. Receiving five valid hits also means defeat.”

Despite the absurd difficulty, I repeatedly requested a change of partner, but Professor Serian, who was in charge of the class, was relentless under any circumstances.

‘If your skills are lacking, you just need to grow through practice and training.’

Spewing nonsensical, old-fashioned rhetoric about effort and perseverance, she maintained my partnership with the overpowered Kyle.

As a result…

Wham!

“Beep, match over.”

Kyle, who retrieved the sword he had placed on my shoulder, smiled brightly.

“Too bad, Kamon.”

Too bad my foot.

He just beat me one-sidedly…

Not even a minute had passed, and I had already allowed three clean hits.

This class was definitely going to be an ‘F’. A failing grade.

Fortunately, failing one subject this semester wouldn’t put me at risk of expulsion from the academy like before.

But that didn’t mean I could relax.

It was best to avoid receiving such poor grades whenever possible.

Flance Imperial Academy, having passed the midterm season without major issues, seemed peaceful and calm on the surface.

Of course, it felt that way only because significant events like the student council election and the attack incident happened in quick succession at the beginning of the semester. Internally, there was still some chaos.

“Did you hear? Professor Everett summoned all the Swordsmanship and Knight Studies professors the other day.”

“Really? I heard Professor Phelan sent a memo to all the Magic Studies professors yesterday…”

Just like the passing students’ conversations, influential professors with power and authority were engaged in intense psychological warfare, vying for the vacant dean position.

For those uninvolved, this might be entertaining and could be consumed as content.

But not everyone felt that way.

“Kaaamooon.”

“…What is it?”

The new student council president, Cecilia, suddenly called out to me with a heavily furrowed brow, whining my name.

“Aren’t you really going to join the student council? Can’t you please join? I’m begging you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah, pleaseee.”

Seeing Cecilia slump weakly, I shook my head and asked.

“Are you having a hard time?”

“Yes, it’s hard. No, it’s more than hard; it feels like I’m going to die.”

As if a dam had broken, Cecilia began to pour out all her pent-up frustrations.

“Every day is like hell. While managing things is difficult, it’s better than the students causing trouble. Why do the professors seem so eager to devour each other? Some students are getting anxious, and we’re even getting pressure from outside.”

Indeed, the current internal situation at the academy was a bit much for the new student council president to handle alone.

But what could she do?

“Well, isn’t that the role and duty of the student council president?”

You chose to be the student council president.

Just grit your teeth and endure, Cecilia.

“Aaaah, Kamon. Please join the student council even now. I’ll treat you really well.”

“Thank you, but I’ll pass.”

Despite her desperate attempts to seduce me, I firmly declined.

‘Why would I willingly step into that pit?’

I just want to live quietly and peacefully as an ordinary student.

Seeing my resolute refusal, Cecilia sighed deeply, looking extremely disappointed.

“Phew, if I had known it would be like this, I should have withdrawn my candidacy. Thanks to someone, I became the student council president.”

“What do you mean by that? You’re not blaming me, are you?”

“No, not blaming. It’s just that since we’re in the same boat, we should help each other…”

“Why don’t you first reflect on who was so eager to become the student council president?”

“What I meant is… I’m just saying.”

Looking regretful, Cecilia continued, swinging her feet despondently.

“I’m really struggling. The professors, the students, and some troublemakers are taking advantage of this chaos to cause even more trouble.”

“Troublemakers?”

“Yes. Some students with monster-like names are causing a lot of trouble, bullying other students, especially those from commoner backgrounds. It’s a real headache.”

Monster-like names?

That sounds familiar…

No way, could it be?

“Are their names Sol, Mork, and Crollin by any chance?”

“Huh? How did you know, Kamon?”

“…”

How could I not know?

If I don’t know them well, who would?

Are those bastards still causing trouble?

They’ve been quiet for a while…

‘Well, if I run into them later, I’ll deal with them properly.’

I had no need or obligation to get involved.

But I’m not such a nice person to let go of those who gave me my first bad experiences and memories in this world.

Just wait and see.

“Is that why you called me? To complain?”

“No, why do you sound so bitter? Just have some tea before you go. I got some good tea leaves recently.”

Seeing Cecilia smiling brightly as she spoke, I shook my head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll have tea next time.”

“Oh no, you have to have tea. As the student council president, I command you!”

Forcing me onto the sofa with her authority as the student council president, Cecilia hummed a tune as she took out the tea leaves and teacups.

“…”

I silently watched her for a moment before slowly shifting my gaze to look around.

This student council room, prepared for the academy’s student council president, was quite luxurious and splendid.

The furniture, the arrangement, the position of the windows, and even the amount of sunlight coming in.

It seemed like they paid attention to every small detail.

Though it wasn’t the best, it was good enough to make me think it was a really nice place.

‘It must be because all the past presidents were influential people.’

Usually, those who served as student council presidents were either exceptionally talented or from prestigious families.

Zhoooosh!

Soon, a refreshing aroma filled the entire student council room as Cecilia poured the brewed tea.

“Have a drink, Kamon.”

“Thank you, I will.”

As I sipped the tea Cecilia had prepared, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

‘The student council room can’t be used solely by the president…’

At that moment.

Bang!

“President Cecilia. Are you really so idle… Oh? Why are you here?”

The door swung open roughly, and Rosen Ravenia, the newly appointed vice president of the academy, appeared.

* * *

“…Do well from now on, got it?”

“We’re not bad people. Let’s just get along. You understand?”

“Yes, yes.”

Two figures spoke harshly, almost threateningly, as they surrounded terrified students.

“Hey, stop it now and let them go before they start crying.”

Sol Crensh, who had been watching from the back, spoke up.

At his words, Mork and Crollin took a step back and spat on the ground.

“You heard him? Get lost!”

“Unless you want to get beaten up.”

“Eek!”

The student surrounded by the two screamed and quickly ran away through the path they cleared.

As they laughed at the fleeing student, Mork and Crollin turned to Sol Crensh.

“That guy won’t snitch on us, right?”

“What if he does? There’s nothing he can do anyway.”

“Still, just in case. Are we really okay?”

At Crollin’s worried words, Sol Crensh, who had been silent, nodded.

“Yeah, no problem. No one can touch us now.”

He smiled slyly, recalling the recent events.

* * *

“Keep causing trouble.”

“Pardon? What do you mean…”

“Keep causing trouble like you have been. Bully the kids, create discord, you know the drill.”

Diana Fren spoke in a cold tone, and Sol Crensh responded cautiously.

“That’s not hard, but why suddenly?”

“Oh, and make sure to give Kamon a hard time too.”

“Kamon?”

“What’s with that face? Are you saying you can’t handle Kamon Vade? Was the bravado you showed when you brought me those photos just an act?”

“No, it’s not that…”

Sol Crensh hesitated before continuing with a determined expression.

“We have some dirt on us that Kamon knows about.”

“Dirt?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“Excuse me?”

“Does that mean you can’t give Kamon a hard time?”

As Diana muttered in confusion, Mork and Crollin hurriedly spoke up.

“If Kamon exposes it, we’ll be in big trouble.”

“Yes, our entire family could be at risk…”

Sol Crensh shouted, trying to stop the two from speaking further.

“Enough!”

“Oh, so he has dirt on your family?”

But Diana had already grasped the situation and nodded.

‘Damn. These idiots. Why don’t they just wear a sign saying “this is my weakness” on their heads?’

Silently cursing Mork and Crollin, Sol Crensh frowned.

Then, Diana chuckled and spoke.

“Then it’s simple to solve.”

“…?”

“Tell me what the dirt is. If I can, I’ll take care of it for you.”

At her words, Mork and Crollin reacted again.

“Really?”

“Are you serious?”

“Mork, Crollin!”

Sol Crensh tried to stop them quickly, but their eyes were already fixed on Diana.

“And of course. I have no reason to lie to you.”

She nodded and looked at Sol Crensh, Mork, and Crollin with a sly smile.

“But from now on, you must do exactly as I say. Understand?”

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