LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 33
✦ Chapter 33 ✦
「Translator – Creator」
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“I’ll deal with it within a week, so there’s no need to worry,” I declared confidently but the students of the special class eyed me skeptically.
“Hey, how are you going to handle it in a week?” The first person to speak after my declaration was Sepia. She walked over to me with a spirit perched on her shoulder.
The spirits on Sepia’s shoulder noticed me and clung to me. Ah, I see. Even spirits recognize a good-looking person.
“Miss Sepia, anyone who spills the details of an upcoming show is nothing more than a third-rate clown,” I said, stroking the spirit attached to me. The four elemental spirits each had a different feel to them.
“A second-rate clown wouldn’t say anything before the show begins.”
Fire was warm, and water felt squishy. Wind had a tickling sensation, while earth was rough.
“A first-rate clown gives just enough information to stir anticipation in the audience before the show starts.”
Though their textures varied, they all felt wonderful, so I continued to pet the spirits without stopping. I decided to give the spirit that let me feel such wonderful sensations a small gift.
“Of course, I am a first-rate clown.”
*Snap*
As the crisp sound of my fingers snapping echoed throughout the Special Class, the illusion I created unfolded.
“””Wow.”””
The Special Class students, watching me with a mix of anticipation and concern, gasped in awe at my illusion.
If I were to describe the illusion I crafted in the classroom in words:
“It’s like being in the middle of a forest.”
Nature.
The classroom, once filled only with desks and chairs, was now covered in flowers and trees thanks to my illusion. It felt as if we were in the heart of a forest instead of a classroom.
*Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!*
Sparrows flitted through the empty space, chirping, while a stream trickled in the corner; though everything was an illusion I conjured, if one didn’t reach out to touch, they’d never suspect its falseness.
“How is it? Even though I haven’t been to the Spirit Realm myself, doesn’t this look quite similar?”
The spirits showed the most exuberant reactions among the Special Class. Initially wary of the sudden illusion, they soon scurried around the classroom once realizing it was safe. Other students also gazed around, mesmerized by the nature scene I created.
“In the future, you don’t have to worry. Just enjoy the shows I present to you like now.”
*Clatter*
“A splendid magic display, but we must start the class, so please dispel it.”
Professor Elysia entered the room, speaking as she opened the door.
“Ah, it’s already time for class to start. Unfortunately, today’s show ends here,” I said, snapping my fingers once more, and the nature I had created disappeared.
The spirits, who had been enjoying the illusion, briefly turned on Professor Elysia when it disappeared, only to cower behind me, intimidated by her presence.
*Crack! Crack!*
Professor Elysia casually stretched, loosening her body. “Why is everyone just standing around? Come at me.”
How could someone’s joints make such sounds when stretching?
‘Oh right, she is a dragon.’
The students prepared for battle in their own ways. Lucas gripped his spear, ready to attack immediately, while Clara had already begun chanting. Kuran charged straight at Professor Elysia, and the Shaman, without me having to prompt this time, cast a curse on her. Sepia’s spirits, unlike before, obeyed her commands this time.
I pulled out some threads from my [Subspace].
‘Now, what kind of trap should I set today?’
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Every student in the Special Class was now sprawled out on the classroom floor.
“Hmm, you’ve all gotten stronger since yesterday. Take a break for an hour, and then head to the cafeteria for lunch.” Professor Elysia left those words for the students before she exited the classroom.
“Ow…”
After Professor Elysia departed, only groans filled the Special Class. A little time passed, and the students spent the remaining time until lunch in their own ways. Sepia was chatting with the spirits, while Clara was quietly reading a book. I was having a brief conversation with Lucas.
“So, is there anything you need my help with?”
“No, there’s nothing in particular that you need to help with…”
Initially, I thought Lucas wouldn’t need to help with anything, but suddenly a good idea popped into my head.
“Loki?”
I pondered for a moment; the deliberation was brief, and having made my decision, only execution remained.
“Lucas, could you do me a simple favor?”
“If it’s a simple favor, I can help. What do you need?”
“Just deliver something.”
“Just deliver something? That’s all?”
“Yes, before lunch, you just need to deliver an item.”
Lucas looked a bit disappointed after hearing all he had to do was deliver an item. Was he expecting me to ask him for something entertaining?
“It’s significant if you deliver it, Lucas,” I assured him. After concluding my conversation with Lucas, I approached the shaman.
“It’s significant if you deliver it, Lucas,” I assured him. After concluding my conversation with Lucas, I approached the Shaman next.
“Excuse me, but could I ask you for a favor?”
“A-a favor?” The shaman stammered.
I explained my request. Though the shaman couldn’t quite grasp why I asked, they agreed to help nonetheless.
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Prince Lophrey Alfsur of the Kingdom of Archen, whom Loki referred to as a worm, was currently seething, along with his lackeys.
After being humiliated by Jorden and Johanna in the cafeteria yesterday, he had issued a command to the other students from the Kingdom of Archen.
The order was simple — harass the guy with the mask.
Although Jorden and Johanna were the ones who had embarrassed him, he didn’t dare to touch them. Instead, he planned to torment the guy who had arrogantly opposed him.
But all his efforts had failed.
First-year students who had classes with that guy seemed inexplicably afraid of him.
‘What’s so scary about that guy?’
Even when he instructed students other than the first-years, they couldn’t even get a word in with him.
‘They say every time they try to approach him, he slips away by talking with a professor? What nonsense.’
Lophrey himself had waited this morning to catch him, but ultimately, he failed.
“Do you think that guy will come here, Your Highness?”
He was on his way to the cafeteria with his lackeys.
“He has no choice but to come here if he wants to eat.”
Just a commoner. It irritated him that the girl he liked, Johanna, showed interest in that guy.
“Isn’t that him over there?” one of his lackeys pointed out.
And he looked in the direction indicated, spotting a figure.
Though he was obscured by a robe, the mask on his face was clearly visible.
“Let’s go.”
‘I’ll make sure he can’t strut around the academy ever again.’
As he approached the masked guy, he ordered his bulky subordinate to bump into him. They expected the masked guy to be thrown off balance, but instead, it was the subordinate who stumbled back.
“Useless fool.”
Taking the cup of drink from his lackey, Lophrey approached with it in hand. “Hey.” He splashed the contents on the masked student. “I told you, I’d make your academy life enjoyable.
“I told you, I’d make your time at the academy enjoyable.”
He gave the masked dude’s shoulder a few mocking shoves. How fitting, standing there speechless like a mute. “Come on, say something bold like you did back then! No one’s around to protect you now, so are you scared?”
“…………………”
Despite being drenched in the drink, the masked person said nothing. Naturally so, Lophrey thought. He was a prince; the other was a mere commoner.
“What are you all doing over there?”
A sudden voice made Lophrey turn around, and he couldn’t process the scene in front of him.
The academy’s uniform, a red cloak, and a white mask—it was indeed the guy who had humiliated him. Standing next to him was another man, the president of the academy newspaper club.
‘Then, who the heck is this?’
He looked at the person soaked in the drink, who was saying nothing.
“Lucas, why are you like this?” Loki deliberately called out Lucas’s name as he approached him. Hearing the name “Lucas,” Lophrey and his lackeys shuddered.
There was only one person named Lucas in the academy.
“Indeed, I can’t understand why I look like this either,” Lucas’s cold voice responded. Loki first helped him remove the wet robe.
A glimpse of golden hair, symbolic of royalty, became visible. Although not entirely drenched thanks to the robe, the drink had soaked parts of it.
‘I owe him a top-tier weapon as an apology later.’
“About the mask you lent me, Loki, it still feels a bit uncomfortable.”
“Really? I made a spare in case something happened, but it seems it’s still lacking,” Loki replied, handing Lucas a towel. As Lucas dried his hair, he fixed his gaze on Lophrey.
“Prince Lophrey, I’m not sure when you promised to make my academy life enjoyable, but thanks to you, it certainly won’t be boring.”
“I-it’s not like that. There seems to be a misunderstanding…”
A prince of the kingdom harassing a commoner might not stir the academy much. But what if a prince from the kingdom attacked the imperial crown prince?
The newspaper club president was observing the entire situation.
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Before lunchtime ended, a newsletter was posted on the academy’s bulletin board.
[Prince from the Kingdom of Archen throws a drink and hurls insults at the Imperial Crown Prince!]
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