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Translator: Nemui

Editor: Nemui

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◈ Reincarnated as the Villain's Heir

Chapter 41: A New Power Born in the Dark Night

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"Who is there?"

At night, in a deserted back alley of the royal capital, Erik, a first-year at Royal Sailrand Academy, was startled.

After class, before returning to his dorm room, he had checked his deliveries and found a letter with no sender.

The letter told him to come to this back alley on Third Street tonight.

"What the hell? There are others too?"

"You are a second-year girl. I have seen you before. Shemna, was it?"

The one who came to Erik was a female student with blond hair and brown skin.

"You are an unfamiliar face, so you are probably a first-year brat. Yeah, I am Shemna. I am your senior, so if you talk casually to me again, I will kill you."

"I apologize. I am Erik, a first-year."

Shemna looked down on Erik with a combative attitude.

Seeing her rough manner, Erik almost sighed.

The next to arrive was a male student with brown hair and drooping eyes.

"What is this? Did this letter go to people besides me too?"

"You are also a student at Royal Sailrand Academy?"

"Nahahaha! Is this what you call destiny? Oh, I am Muto, a second-year."

Muto acted playfully.

Erik was exasperated by the frivolous male student.

Under normal circumstances, Erik would never have had anything to do with someone like him in his entire life.

Erik, the son of a duke house, had been bored ever since enrolling in the academy.

Boring classes, practical lessons that only taught fixed movements, ordinary classmates.

Although he had enrolled because of his father's wishes, Erik had pretended to be sick several times and skipped class.

Then a letter with no sender arrived for him.

Its contents were extremely simple.

-You have the power to change your boring days. If you are interested in summoning, come.

How had the sender seen through his boredom? The instant Erik read the letter, a shiver ran down his spine.

And then there was the word summoning. It was forbidden at the academy, and there were no classes that taught it.

Ever since the neighboring-country war, the country had somehow regulated it. When Erik heard that from his tutor, he had once ground his teeth.

"How long does the sender intend to make us wait?"

"I am already here."

"What?!"

Behind Erik stood a masked person wearing a deep hood.

Erik readied himself, but that person did not move at all.

"Did I surprise you? I am the one who sent you the letters."

"How long have you been here?"

"You care about that more than my identity? Yes, just as I expected. You really do have talent."

"Talent for summoning?"

"Exactly."

Erik leaned forward as he exchanged words with the hooded person.

Shemna was wary of the suspicious figure, while Muto picked his nose.

"Erik, Shemna, Muto. If you are willing, how about becoming Summon Masters from now on?"

"I could not ask for more. Please."

Erik answered immediately.

The one who felt opposition to that was Shemna.

"Hey, first-year brat. You are going to follow someone this obviously suspicious?"

"Shemna, since you came here too, does that not mean you are interested?"

"Do not say it in such a disgusting way. Say something like that again and I will kill you. I came to beat up whoever sent me this insulting letter."

"An unknown person? Even though you might be beaten instead?"

As Erik laughed, Shemna grabbed him by the collar.

Her strength, feared as the academy's female boss, surpassed that of poor mana reinforcement.

She was the one who had started the only female faction without using magic at all.

However, Erik looked straight at Shemna without flinching.

"That is a lie. You really wanted stimulation too, just like me."

"Huh?"

"Because you look obviously frustrated."

"Hey."

Just as Shemna clenched her fist, the hooded person clapped to gather attention.

"All right, all right. Do that at the academy. More importantly, what do you think about summoning? Are you interested?"

"Hey, hey, does summoning come with anything good?"

"Muto, a Summon Master borrows power from summoned demons, magic beasts, and the like. At that time, basic abilities including mana rise dramatically, and above all, you can use the abilities of what you summoned."

"Naha! Sounds fun! I am in!"

Muto planted himself in front of the hooded person as if he were first in line.

Shemna grabbed Muto by the collar and pulled him away.

"Hey, stop. No telling what will happen to you."

"Why? Is there a reason to stop?"

"My dead grandma said it. Depending on the contract, summoning can ruin you. Half your lifespan, never having money for the rest of your life, things like that."

"So stupid. People who only trust proper methods are so boring."

Muto spun around as if playing around.

Shemna showed signs of punching him, but the hooded person stepped between them.

"Let us not fight. Shemna, are you satisfied with the current you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Even though the Deniro faction is gone, maintaining a faction inside the academy with a body that was born unable to use magic must be exhausting. Do you not truly feel you have reached your limit?"

"What! What do you know about me?!"

As Shemna flared up, the hooded person smiled fearlessly.

Eyes that seemed to see through everything peered from inside the hood.

"...My limit?"

Shemna pictured the faces of those who adored her.

She had only wanted to answer their expectations, but after the hooded person struck the mark, exhaustion suddenly surfaced.

"I will not force you. The other two seem decided, so if we have no connection, I will excuse myself. Come, Erik, Muto, let us go."

"W-wait!"

Shemna shouted at the hooded person's departing back.

The hooded person stopped exactly, then smiled.

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