Victor coughed violently, stumbling out of the smoke cloud with his sword raised. His eyes darted around, montarily disoriented.
"You cowardly—!"
He didn’t finish.
Julien was already there.
With a sharp grin, Julien ducked under Victor’s sword swing and slamd his fist into Victor’s ribs. The impact made Victor stumble, his breath hitching.
"That’s for calling us pathetic," Julien said, shaking his hand. "Damn, you’re built like a brick."
Victor’s face twisted with fury. "You—"
I didn’t give him a chance to recover.
"Quickly catch them, you idiots!" I shouted at the others while they were staying still, doing nothing.
Garrick ran towards them like a raging bull and grabbed two noble brats at once—one by the collar and the other by the waist.
"Gotcha!" he bellowed.
The first noble brat flailed, trying to break free, but Garrick lifted him off the ground like he was made of straw.
"Put down, you brute!" the noble wheezed.
Garrick grinned. "Sure thing!"
With a twist of his hips, he hurled the guy straight into a nearby tree. That noble brat crashed against the bark with a grunt and slumped down, with a muffled cry.
The second noble brat—trapped in Garrick’s grip—paled. "W-Wait, let’s talk about—"
Garrick threw him too.
The guy barely had ti to scream before landing in a bush with a loud thud.
anwhile, Mira was still dealing with her opponent. The noble brat had finally broken free from her grip, panting heavily. He pointed a trembling finger at her.
"You... You wretched commoner!"
Mira clicked her tongue. "Oh no, I’m so hurt. Maybe I should—oh wait." She threw sothing at him. "I don’t care."
The noble brat instinctively flinched, raising his arms to block whatever Mira had thrown at him—only to realize too late that it was just a handful of dirt.
"What—"
His confusion lasted just long enough for Mira to step in and slam her knee into his stomach. The noble choked, doubling over.
"You talk too much," Mira muttered, shoving him aside like discarded trash.
Across the battlefield, Felix was running for his life.
"Why am I always the target?!" he whined, barely dodging a wild sword swing.
"Maybe because you scream the loudest!" I shouted back.
Leo, anwhile, had taken cover behind a fallen log, throwing rocks at a noble brat who was chasing Felix.
"Take that, you bastard!" Leo yelled, hurling another rock. It bounced harmlessly off the noble’s shoulder.
The noble brat stopped, slowly turning to glare at him.
Leo gulped. "Uh... truce?"
The noble charged at him.
Leo shrieked and bolted.
anwhile, Felix was searching rapidly through his satchel, mumbling to himself.
"Ooh, this one might work!."
Felix yanked out a coiled rope and sprinted past Leo, barely dodging a swipe from the noble brat.
"Leo, jump!" he yelled.
Leo didn’t think—he just jumped.
Felix pulled the rope taut.
The noble brat chasing them had no ti to react. His foot caught on the rope, and he crashed face-first into the dirt with a loud thud.
Leo landed with a roll, eyes wide. "That actually worked?!"
Felix grinned. "Of course it did! I planned it!"
"But you just said—"
"Shut up and run!"
I wasn’t paying attention to them anymore.
Victor had recovered, his grip tightening around his sword. He glared at , brushing dirt off his uniform.
"You think this ans anything?" he spat. "I’ll crush you myself."
I sighed. "Gods, you nobles love saying that."
Victor’s jaw clenched. He raised his sword. "You’re a disgrace, Drelmont."
I tilted my head and sat near him, "Do you want us to kill you all? Rember brat the rules said we can do anything to capture the enemies flag. And do you doubt that we don’t cross the line?"
Victor stiffened. His grip on his sword tightened, but he didn’t swing.
The way I said it wasn’t a bluff. It wasn’t a joke. It was a simple, undeniable truth.
The battlefield had already proven that Class C wasn’t afraid to fight dirty. And now, with Class B beaten, bruised, and scattered, Victor had to ask himself—did he really want to test if I was serious?
Silence stretched between us.
Behind , even my own students had gone quiet. I could feel their eyes on .
Julien, for once, wasn’t grinning. Mira’s usual smugness had been replaced with sothing more calculating. Even Garrick, who had been happily tossing nobles around a minute ago, glanced at like he wasn’t sure if he had missed sothing.
Victor swallowed. He wanted to spit out another insult, to save face, to make so last stand. But instead, he took a slow step back.
"You’re insane," he muttered.
I smiled. "And you finally get it."
Victor exhaled sharply. His gaze darted to his classmates—disard, groaning on the ground, so still too dazed to move.
He had no choice.
"...We yield," he forced out.
"Now tell where is your professor and where is he hiding the flag?"
Victor’s face twisted with frustration, but he knew he had no leverage. He glanced at his scattered classmates, all of them either groaning on the ground or too exhausted to fight back.
His jaw tightened. "...He took the flag with him. Headed east, deeper into the forest," he muttered.
I narrowed my eyes. "How long ago?"
"Not long. Maybe ten minutes before you ambushed us."
I looked toward the east, my mind racing. If their professor had taken the flag and was running, it ant he was either trying to regroup with reinforcents or planning so kind of last stand. Either way, ti wasn’t on our side.
Julien wiped the dirt off his knuckles and cracked his neck. "So, we hunting him down or what?"
"Obviously," Mira sighed, rolling her shoulders. "We didn’t go through all this just to let so old man waltz off with our victory."
Garrick crossed his arms. "You want to carry these guys so they don’t get in the way?"
I glanced at the beaten Class B students. They were no longer a threat, but I didn’t trust them to sit quietly either.
Felix, still panting from all the running, waved a hand. "Oh! I got sothing for that." He dug into his satchel and pulled out several bundles of rope.
I raised a brow. "Why do you have that many ropes?"
Felix grinned. "Preparedness, Professor! You never know when you’ll need to tie up so nobles!"
"...Remind to check your satchel later," I muttered.
While Garrick and Felix got to work tying up the defeated students, I turned back to Victor. "Your professor—what’s his plan? He wouldn’t just run blindly."
Victor hesitated, but one sharp look from made him sigh in defeat. "He’s probably trying to set a trap. He’ll use the terrain and wait for you to make a mistake."
A trap, huh? That just made things more interesting.
I grinned, standing up and dusting off my coat. "Alright, Class C. Let’s go hunt down a professor."
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