All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 209

209. Let’s Settle This – 1

“W-What?!”

‘What’s with him?’

The High Elf Rubelstone Fromm.

He’s a High Elf aiming for the next Chairman position.

Currently, more than half of the council members support Rubelstone.

‘Why the support?’

It’s because of opening the Elven Forest and the railroad installation issue.

Currently, the railroad was scheduled to be installed up to the southern part of the Elven Forest.

His family, the Fromm family, is located in the northern part of the Elven Forest.

Naturally, it’s quite far from the railroad being installed in the south.

Currently, Melpesiors is trading with the Salt Marquisate, managing the south.

But if Melpesiors loses the Chairman’s authority, that deal will be passed on to the new Chairman.

Rubelstone is aiming for that, trying to oust the current Chairman, Melpesiors, and have the Fromm family manage the south as well.

And he’s attacking Ian to find fault with it.

Melpesiors is the one who allowed Master to meet the World Tree.

It seems other High Elves were against it.

Melpesiors took quite a risk for Ian.

That’s why the High Elves who were on the neutral side have moved to Rubelstone’s side.

As Kirke explained the situation, Ian smiled and looked at Rubelstone.

His face was flushed red, as if he felt insulted.

“How dare a human!”

“How dare a High Elf.”

He said coldly, rising from his seat and grabbing the hilt of his sword.

“To be honest, I’d like to cut your throat right here and now, but…”

He glanced at Rivillia.

She was shaking her head with a pale face.

If Rubelstone is removed, the Fromm family, which manages the northern part of the Elven Forest, will become hostile.

The head of the Fromm family, Highral Fromm, is the High Elf Archmage.

She is currently the only mage who has reached the 8th Circle [the highest level of magic proficiency].

‘Do they think I’m afraid of that?’

That’s not it.

However, there is a possibility that the relationship with the Elves will worsen in the process of fighting them.

Academy instructor Valentine, or Gust, the Sword Saint [a title given to the strongest swordsman].

Besides them, there are Elves among the mages and alchemists of the Magic Tower.

Of course, since they are Elves living outside, they may not value the council so much.

Still, there’s always a ‘what if,’ isn’t there?

‘So, I shouldn’t attack?’

That’s not it.

Everything should be done according to Master’s will.

Ian, who had been fiddling with the sword hilt, gripped it tightly.

-Sreung!

The sword blade was revealed from the scabbard.

Rubelstone, seeing that, pointed his finger and shouted as if it was a good thing.

“What a barbaric human!! Chairman!! To send such a person to the World Tree! Such a reckless person is the Chairman!”

“No, Councilman Rubelstone. It seems your recklessness is more severe. Count Ian is as strong as the Sword Saint.”

What are you doing in front of such a strong person?

Melpesiors was flustered and tried to stop him, but Rubelstone continued to talk as he pleased.

“So what if he’s strong! Do you think he can surpass the power of our High Elves?!”

“Why do you think he can’t?”

The sword is drawn.

Rivillia, who was watching, also shouted urgently at Rubelstone.

“You mustn’t! Count Ian is…”

“Shut up! Rivillia! You’re a problem too! Just because you’re the Sword Saint’s niece, do you think you’re anything special?!”

Rivillia clenched her fist tightly.

She wanted to hit him, but the opponent was a highly influential figure in the Elven Forest.

Isn’t the northern part of the Elven Forest his family’s territory right now?

If something happens to him, all the Elves in the north might come down to the south and start a war.

Moreover, Rubelstone is Highral’s disciple and the representative of the Fromm family.

If you mess with him, Highral might move.

Rivillia bit her lip tightly, wanting to avoid that.

-Sreung.

Eventually, Ian’s sword was completely drawn.

“To draw a sword in the World Tree Council!! This is defying the will of the World Tree and breaking the rules of the Council! I will immediately cut off your head and show the dignity of the Elven Forest…!!”

Rubelstone couldn’t talk anymore.

A red line was drawn on his neck.

The High Elf council members next to him were flustered when he, who had been talking so fiercely, suddenly closed his mouth.

“Councilman?”

-Thud.

The head falls.

A fountain of blood erupts from the neck.

The High Elf council members who saw it were horrified, and Melpesiors shouted at Ian in a panic.

“Count Ian! Why did you do that?!”

“Are you saying I should just leave alone the guy who declared he would kill me?”

“T-That’s… I could have stopped him!”

“It’s easier to take the easy way. There’s no need to go the hard way.”

Ian said calmly and looked at the High Elves next to Rubelstone.

He killed a High Elf, a High Elf with strong influence in the Elven Forest, without changing his expression.

That meant that they, who had less influence than him, could also be killed.

“Hieeek!!”

“C-Crazy bastard!!”

In the end, they ran away as if fleeing.

Rivillia, who was watching, covered her face.

“Ah… This is a disaster. Now the war will start in the north!”

“No.”

Ian shook his head.

This incident happened because of him.

There’s no need to fight a war.

“There will be no war.”

“The Elves of the northern forest are strong! Also, if they know that Rubelstone is dead, Highral will…”

“I’m telling you again, there will be no war.”

“Why! The Fromm family may have been hoping for this.”

The Sword Saint of the South.

The Archmage of the North.

It would be balanced if both were in the Elven Forest, but currently, the Sword Saint was out.

So, if Highral came down, there would be no way to stop her.

Ian said calmly to the two who were very worried.

“I’ll take care of it.”

She was startled by his words.

Rather than feeling relieved, she only felt uneasy.

“Uh… Are you going to kill her by any chance?”

“Who knows.”

Ian smiled and put his sword away, then left the council.

* * *

The news that Ian had killed Rubelstone spread through the Elven Forest in an instant.

The Elves in the south began preparing for war, fearing that war might break out.

But in the north, there is the Archmage Highral.

Having reached the 8th Circle, isn’t she the best mage in the continent right now?

With such a mage, can they win without the Sword Saint? The Elves in the south were worried.

While they were worried about the war.

Ian had arrived at the Eternal Forest, the center of the northern part of the Elven Forest.

From here is the Fromm family’s territory.

Using Warp [a type of teleportation magic], Ian arrived at the northernmost part of the Eternal Forest, the Fromm family’s land where no one can approach, and walked straight.

The old, worn-out leaves were crushed and broken under his footsteps.

Ian, who was walking along the forest without even a path, stopped.

“Myaaah…”

What blocked his path was a spirit.

A giant knight-shaped spirit with its entire body covered in ice.

Mikesha, the highest-ranking ice spirit, pointed his axe at Ian.

“Go back.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I have no choice but to fight you. I must protect this land according to the contract.”

“Do as you please.”

As Ian said with a smile, Mikesha stopped as if contemplating, then raised his axe.

“I won’t be able to beat you. Even so, I have no choice but to fight.”

“Who’s saying anything?”

The moment Ian nodded.

Numerous ice spears were created around him.

As they flew in, Myane roared.

“Myaaaaa!!”

With Myane’s cry, the ice spears that were flying in shattered and disappeared.

Taking advantage of the gap, Mikesha rushed in with his ice axe.

“Haaap!!”

-Swish!!

Mikesha’s body was destroyed by a sword strike so fast that it couldn’t even be seen.

As he was reverse-summoned, an Elf fell from a tree, shuddering.

It was a spiritist who had a contract with Mikesha.

It seems he fainted because he couldn’t overcome the backlash from the spirit’s reverse summon.

Ian glanced at him and walked again.

“Stop!!”

Elves come out of the forest.

They were Elves armed with swords, spears, bows, or staves.

“This is the Fromm family’s land!!”

“Human! Why are you coming here!”

“Go back!! This is a sacred land that humans should not approach!”

“After seeing the World Tree, what.”

Ian made a bothered expression and lightly waved his hand.

-Thud!!

“Keueok!!”

An Elf was knocked away and hit a tree, fainting, along with immense pressure.

Perhaps it was because they knew that Ian’s skills were not ordinary?

The Elves were all ready for battle.

“You… what are you?”

“Ian Brandon.”

“One of the strongest on the continent, treated as equal to the Sword Saint… How did you get here?”

If a strong person like Ian had come, the guards would have already known.

But until now, there has been no contact from the guards.

That’s because Ian came here by Warp.

The Elves of the Fromm family, who had no way of knowing that, looked at him nervously.

“Go back.”

“We will stop you even if we all die.”

“So go back. If you fight us, you won’t be safe either.”

“Even if you said, ‘Please go back,’ I would hesitate, but to say it like that.”

-Kuuuuung!!

The ground shook as Ian took a step.

-Kuuung!!

The ground cracked on the second step.

-Kuuuuung!!

When he took the third step.

A cold voice was heard from the sky.

“Step back. You cannot handle him.”

The owner of the voice was flying in the sky.

Flight magic.

A young, white-haired female Elf using high-circle magic that cannot be easily used without immense magic power slowly descended from the sky.

Her appearance is young, but the pressure emanating from her body is in no way inferior to the Sword Saint.

Perhaps she also took the fruit of the World Tree like him.

The beautiful white-haired Elf looked down at Ian with an expressionless face and said.

“Ian Brandon. Why are you causing a disturbance here?”

“I’m trying to strike first before I get hit.”

“Hoh?”

“I killed Rubelstone.”

Without an inch of hesitation, Ian said confidently.

Hearing that, she stared at him and nodded.

“That guy went to the southern forest. Wasn’t he participating in the council?”

“Yeah. He died there by my hand.”

“Excellent. To do such a thing and come here without running away.”

“I have to clean up what I did.”

Ian drew his sword and pointed it at the white-haired Elf, the Archmage Highral who had reached the 8th Circle.

“First. Rubelstone attacked me. Second. Rubelstone said he would kill me. I think that’s enough reason for me to kill him.”

“That is so.”

Highral nodded.

But regardless, the Elves in this place glared at Ian as if they would kill him.

“How dare you, Rubelstone!!”

“Highral! You must never forgive him!”

As the surrounding Elves made a fuss, Highral glanced at them.

“I know. Of course, my disciple has wronged you, but I am the elder of the Fromm family and his teacher. So, I cannot simply let it pass.”

“I thought so, so I came directly. Let’s not do anything unnecessary like war.”

Highral smiled at his confidence.

“That would be good too.”

The moment those words ended.

Ian and Highral pointed their weapons at each other.