Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 232 - 221: The First Batch of Lanci Military Academy Takes Position_1

The sky was a hazy gray, its fluffy clouds blocking the sunshine, and a damp, oppressive air hung heavily over the Knight College’s Arena.

In the distance, low rumbles of thunder echoed occasionally across the spacious battle stage.

Kuise took imposing strides toward Lanci.

Hyperion immediately stepped in front of Lanci, staring at Kuise warily. If Kuise had any intention to act unwarrantedly, she would disregard her duties as a student union member and fight him as an enemy.

Spotting Hyperion, Kuise temporarily halted his approach.

"What’s wrong? Your figure and body are quite attractive."

Kuise scanned Hyperion, who was standing protectively in front of Lanci, with unabashedly lewd eyes, and remarked intrusively.

"..."

The look in Hyperion’s eyes gradually grew colder.

"Ah, aren’t you Duke Migaya’s daughter?"

Kuise seemed to recall something and his tone became more disrespectful amidst his surprise,

"I don’t mind. You’re such a dirty good-for-nothing, no one wants you anyway. Why don’t you come back with me to Arolan Kingdom? I promise you’ll experience the power of a man."

He burst out in laughter after saying these words.

His derisive words seemed designed to provoke Hyperion into striking first.

That way, any counterattack or action he took wouldn’t be deemed his fault.

"Royal Arolan Academy sure has a star-studded team..."

Even the generally good-tempered Hyperion had veins popping on her forehead.

Phoenix, Carlen, Kuise - each one was more heavyweight than the last.

Compared to them, Adams actually seemed like an outlier, being the reasonable one.

Hyperion struggled to suppress her rage.

She was already used to others’ malice.

Right now, she needed to focus on protecting Lanci.

After Kuise finished speaking, both Lanci and Frey were momentarily silent.

They both generally had a high tolerance for taunting speech.

On the condition that the taunts were aimed at themselves.

They didn’t care about others’ opinions about themselves.

But Hyperion had done nothing wrong, she was the only person in the group who shouldn’t be attacked.

Finally.

"Hyperion, I think I now understand somewhat the importance of victory and defeat that you mentioned."

Lanci’s expression remained as serene as ever.

Clad in a well-tailored suit, Lanci looked at the dejected fighters sprawled on the ground and asked.

"...We can’t win, there is no hope."

"They’re right..."

"Without Cervini, we’re just useless trash!"

The burly men had lost their morale, their eyes devoid of glimmer. After two harsh blows, they finally faced reality.

"So, even if at that time, Cervini is going to be ganged up on, humiliated, and ultimately so seriously injured that she ends up in a hospital and cannot participate in the law exam, it won’t matter?"

Lanci’s words were calm, but they echoed like a curse in the fighters’ ears, refusing to dissipate.

"...!!"

They grit their teeth upon hearing this, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

They knelt, pounding the ground.

"When Kuise gets serious... Cervini is just a girl after all, what if she gets knocked down by Kuise but refuses to admit defeat... have you considered what would happen?"

Lanci’s words were as gentle as ever, as if recounting an unavoidable story,

"Can you imagine that? Do you want that scenario in your head to become reality?"

"...No!!!"

"No!!!"

Just those words alone were enough to spawn disturbing images in their minds, tearing their hearts apart, causing them to scream in utter horror.

Their eyes were filled with bloodsheds, as if they wanted to tear Kuise apart.

With that, Lanci ended his speech.

When their cries and wails finally subsided and their teary, bloodshot eyes all turned his way,

"If I can help you defeat Kuise on your own strength, at a slight cost, would you be willing?"

Lanci asked again.

"Yes!!"

"Even if it means you must experience death to be reborn, would you still be willing?"

"No matter the cost, we’re willing!! Help us, Lanci!!!"

Their hoarse voices echoed alongside their angry tears.

At last, Lanci showed a slight smile.

He bent down, showing his warmth by placing his hand on the deputy head of the team’s shoulder.

"Then, let me fulfill your wish."

Lanci whispered softly.

At his side, Hyperion’s eyes widened, watching Lanci who had come to understand the concept of win or lose, she had a growing sense of foreboding!

For her, Lanci was always reliable. She had no doubt that Lanci would stand up for her, but sometimes he was too reliable!