I'll Smash Everything with Passive Skills-Chapter 68: 0. Guest from the South (2)

The unexpected events of the mid-evaluation are now racing towards their conclusion.

Final match. The two students who will adorn the climax of the evaluation have already been determined.

"Who are you thinking of betting on?"

"Isn't it right to bet on the transfer student from the Magic Tower?"

"That is certainly a safe choice. But I think differently."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I am thinking of betting on Veris."

"Has this person lost his mind because it's going to rain on the day of the finals?"

A man frowned at his companion's opinion.

Everyone knew by now that Veris's power far exceeded that of B-Class.

However, there was a problem: no data had been accumulated on Veris because he had not faced any opponent with more than two matches.

Although Veris had defeated all the promising candidates of A-Class to reach the finals, there were still those who had not yet placed their trust in him.

"Do you know? The two finalists are actually bound by a betrothal."

"What? No way! They possess noble blood and extraordinary talent!" "Veris's appearance is also quite remarkable. It has a strangely reassuring quality that evokes a protective instinct."

"Stop saying such creepy things. What does a hairy guy know?"

...Conversations like the above were being exchanged among the majority of the audience filling the arena prepared for the finals.

Who Veris was, and how great the transfer student Beatrice was.

But one thing was certain.

Regardless of who won between Veris and Beatrice, the long history of the academy would change significantly.

In its long history, there has never been a case of a transfer student or a B-Class student winning the mid-evaluation.

[ Hoo! Hoo! ]

"Is it starting?"

"I'm dying of stomach pain, and it's just starting now?"

"Look at the sky before that. It seems like it's going to rain soon with those dark clouds."

"Damn, what a day to have a match!"

As the sound of a wind blowing into the magical loudspeaker, a microphone test, echoed, the eyes of those filling the arena began to shine.

The sky looked like it would rain at any moment, but no one left their seats. The reason was obvious. The ones about to duel were not ordinary academy students.

One was a genius from the Magic Tower, a symbol of great magic.

The other was from a well-known sword family within the empire.

The battle between the two bound by a betrothal was also a cause of the clearly excited atmosphere compared to past finals.

[ Thank you to the esteemed guests who have come to witness the great tournament finals that will conclude the mid-evaluation of Vera Academy. I am the student council president, Valten. I will be overseeing the evaluation today as well. ]

"Shut up and start the duel!"

The audience, overly excited, reacted sharply from the extremely tense seats, but the student council president continued undeterred.

[ The transfer student I will introduce right away is a tremendous celebrity. A genius of magic whose name is widely known not only in the empire but across the continent, guaranteed by the head of the Magic Tower to become an archmage in the near future. ]

Zzt!

Due to the uneven communication environment of the magical loudspeaker, static erupted.

Many in the audience frowned, covering their ears, but Valten remained calm.

[ A mage chosen by the great mana! Renowned for handling fire magic! Let me introduce Beatrice von Haruen! ]

As Valten's shout echoed, the door to the waiting room for the contestants on one side of the arena swung open wide.

Beatrice, who revealed herself, moved with slow but graceful steps. The sparks of mana blooming with each step expressed her genuine commitment to this duel.

"Waaah!"

"Sister! Sister Beatrice!"

"Take me, please!"

Beatrice, who possessed an extraordinary beauty from the start, was thankfully nothing like her brother, Gunther Haruen, who looked like a fearsome killing machine.

In any case, this was why there were unimaginably many followers of Beatrice.

The continent's legendary magical genius. The future archmage guaranteed by the head of the Magic Tower.

That was the title that constantly followed Beatrice, who had decided to transfer to the academy.

Swoosh.

"Ahhh! She waved at me!"

"Shut up! It was me!"

"O mighty God of Light, protect me with eternal light. Guide me with holy wisdom..."

Beatrice smiled brightly and raised her hand. As she slowly waved at the audience, a spectacle unfolded where many men collapsed in a fit of excitement.

[ Ahem! Now, it's time to introduce her opponent. ]

Valten, making an effort to ignore the audience completely captivated by Beatrice, grabbed the microphone again.

[ I would like ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) to introduce the one who has raised questions among many students. Handsome! Well-mannered! Exceptionally talented! The man who has been heating up the academy recently is right here. ]

"Men are just..."

"Veris-senpai! I love you!"

"Hey, you! Veris is your junior!"

"Still, he's great!"

The reaction was completely different from when Beatrice was introduced.

However, this time, it was the women who were the ones making the noise.

[ From the beginning of the evaluation to the finals, no one has been able to withstand his true sword. Can Beatrice von Haruen, his opponent, stand against him with her powerful strength? Now, let me introduce him! Veris von Vitelbach! ]

Thud thud.

As the door to the waiting room opened and Veris slowly revealed himself, silence fell over the audience as if cold water had been poured over them.

─ Ooooh.

The reason was simple.

Veris was spreading his specialty, mana, enveloping the entire massive arena and dominating it as his own space.

"Wha, what."

Someone let out a stunned sound.

In a place where hundreds of people had gathered.

Yet, regrettably, a phenomenon occurred where not even the slightest noise could be heard.

"You really mean it."

A bitter smile appeared on Beatrice's face, who had had a close conversation with Veris the night before.

Veris, standing before her, slowly nodded. He had already told her he would show her his power, so there was no need to reverse his decision now.

"I am strong. Beyond imagination."

Veris's voice, filled with mana, echoed throughout the arena.

In response to Veris's unexpected action, the audience, still unable to change their expressions, gazed in shock at the stage of the duel.

"And now, I have no intention of hiding that power."

It was a voice that sounded like a declaration, with no clear target. Yet, for some reason, the audience, seemingly entranced, was silently committing every gesture and fleeting sound of his to memory.

── Crack! Crack!

Slowly drawing his sword, Veris held it straight up, pointing to the sky.

It was an action that was difficult for the public to understand.

Naturally, questions arose. But it would take some time for the crowd filling the arena to understand what he was trying to do.

──── Fiiiiiing! Whoosh!

It was light.

What shot from Veris's sword like a beam soared into the sky, and soon began to create a stunning spectacle.

─ Kooong...

It was a scene that could be described as having 'cut' the sky.

The reason was simple.

After the brilliant pure white light split the sky, a tremendous sound followed. And the miraculous sight of splitting the dark clouds that looked like it would rain at any moment.

"Haha."

The sound of someone's exasperated laughter echoed in the silence that had enveloped the venue.

It was such an absurd and wondrous scene.

The sky, which had just moments ago looked like it would unleash a torrential downpour, was now... basking in the bright sun shining down on the earth.

"I concede."

Beatrice, bowing her head in the presence of Veris, who had showcased his power, spoke.

In a space filled with hundreds, it was so quiet that her voice was clearly heard by everyone seated in the hall.

*

The southern border of the empire, where the empire and the holy kingdom meet, is a peaceful place.

Monsters, as well as bandits, are extremely rare here, and a group of thugs passing through were shining with excitement.

"Oh, this is something!"

They were the ones who had caused a great disturbance at the empire's border. Having planned to escape south into the holy kingdom to evade the lord's pursuit, they encountered a girl dressed in a pure white priest's robe, her eyes closed.

Despite wearing a puffy priest's robe, the girl possessed a strangely alluring charm that made her figure visible.

"Hehe! Captain, it seems that place isn't listening again."

"Shut up, you. After I taste it, won't it be your turn?"

"Of course."

It was a disgraceful lewd remark directed at a girl who seemed to be a person from the holy kingdom.

However, the men paid no heed to that fact and slowly approached her.

"Hehe! Cute nun, where are you going?"

"Come play with us!"

The men, driven by rising lust, were now exhaling hot breaths.

But.

"Lost little lamb, what is your business?"

The girl, still with her eyes closed, made the men tilt their heads in confusion.

"Blind?"

It was strange. In such a remote border area, the very fact that a frail female priest was walking around, even in a state of blindness, was highly unusual.

Though the fact left them feeling uneasy, the men continued with their actions. Their simple-mindedness made it too easy to dismiss such a significant matter. "Hehehe!" Swish!

"Huh?"

Crash!

The man who had tried to embrace the girl flailed his arms in the air, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

"You are the spawn of the fallen."

The girl still kept her eyes closed. The bizarre phenomenon left the men speechless as they stared at her.

"O great Lord of Light, forgive me for my transgressions."

Flash!

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The girl opened her eyes. What the thugs faced was a wave of gold.

"Wha, what kind of eyes are golden...?"

"Take away the miracle of breath bestowed upon the lamb."

"What? Gahhh!"

The leader of the thugs let out a foolish sound before clutching his throat.

The reason was that his lungs, which had never caused trouble since birth, had ceased to function.

"Take away the miracle of sight bestowed upon the lamb."

"Shit! What the hell! I can't see! What is this!"

"Hey! This isn't funny. Stop messing around!"

"...Lastly, take away the blessing of life bestowed upon all the lambs present here. I earnestly request this in the name of Yunafint Lunaciel."