I Was Forced to Become a Teacher in the Prestigious Fighter School
Episodes 171. Those Who are Wise

There were about 10 people standing in the distance and were looking at the poor man tied up there. They did not expect the person who started this fight to end up like that.

Currently, Vrandy is helpless and can only be silent about his unfortunate fate within that rope. He stared blankly at the ground that he could not even step on. In front of him, there was a man in fine clothes looking at the direction of the former building with sharp eyes.

The man was named Halim, the Governor and his position was above Nova, but he was still not as powerful as the regent.

What Halim saw at this moment was a colorful one that was there. There were all sorts of elemental colors clashing and absorbing each other. Something he was looking at carefully.

But that elemental color show was not what he was concerned about, but rather two flying creatures made of ice and lightning.

Upon seeing the two creatures, Halim curled her lips making a grinning smile. "So you took it out again? And this time I don't want to take responsibility!"

I don't know what's on his mind until he's so happy to see those two creatures.

"Just calm down, you guys who are there will soon be made to vanish instantly! No matter how strong you are!" He turned to look at Vrandy with a smiling look. "See this! I brought a sacrifice to strengthen my pure magic! Magic that will strengthen the power of the artileries I made."

He tried to create a dance ritual where people sat cross-legged by surrounding the midpoint. The one who dances will scream 'no!' while shaking his body and raising his hands high up.

The person in the middle will be used as a sacrifice.

"What are you going to do, Halim?! Do you believe in myths?! In a place like this!" Vrandy shouted while holding back his trembling.

"You knew... In the past, there was a ritual to offer something to the god. The ritual has now been abandoned because it is useless and people are getting more and more sensible. Yet... There's one question, what is the ritual really for?"

He started to walk around Vrandy.

"I'm trying to find information for information, but all I'm meeting with is trash."

"Until the point that I was saturated, my subordinate named Salwa came and gave him an ancient paper that he did not understand from the results of his expedition."

"I tried to examine the meaning of the old paper. And I finally found it!"

"The meaning of this ritual!"

"This is a ritual to strengthen those who have pure magic!"

He spread out his hands under the stars of the night.

"When I read that too, I felt sad..." He instantly became moody. "I found out that the one who wrote the story was a very suffering person named Anitya..."

As he said that, the sound of footsteps invaded him.

But it didn't take long, the sound of the steps instantly stopped as if they were also interested in the story.

"You guys came? Coincidentally, that time let's listen to this story together!"

"What story?" Xander pulled out his rapier and prepared to stab the man.

Luckily Samuel kept him for a while.

"Anitya Anjasmara's... A child of great ability who is always locked in a cage as big as the field (He points towards a flat building)."

"He was considered holy by them, a follower of the king."

"He was worshipped but not noticed. The boy was nothing more than a tool to find followers who would die for the king."

"He wrote some wishes on the papers he wrote there."

"He wants a lot of childish things... He wanted to feel what it was like to be a normal human being."

"But the world is cruel, until the end he is just a tool! Even to death he was nothing more than the king's weapon."

"This ritual, is one of the rituals used to make the body of the Anitya solve 5 pure magic. When the owner of one of the 5 magic dies at the hands of his opponent, then the offender will take away his power."

What Halim explained was the same as what Nazrul explained.

"This goes on from time to time, however... Do you not feel strange? The ritual is beginning to be abandoned. And suddenly there was a technology that used the name of the child as the name of the technology. Why do you think...?"

Those who had just come were instantly shocked and confused, the two feelings were united and did not know what was really in their hearts.

"I... Don't understand what you mean... But what you are doing right now is dangerous. I'll stop you...!" Widodo, who pretended not to know, immediately raised his weapon and aimed at the man.

"You knew... I actually feel sorry for that kid, but remember! This is the moment! We can't change it, everything in the past can be changed as we please as long as we like it even if it's just a figure of speech!" Xander shakes his rapier in the wind to show he's ready to fight.

"I'm old, but I know one thing... The story has many versions, I don't even know which one is true for the boy!" Lodo took out his cards and prepared to start the fight.

Those who are with him follow what others do. Their weapons were active and prepared to hit the man alone.

Halim could only sigh while scratching her hair. He had thought that the story was useless, but he was too excited to forget that he was in the middle of a battle.

*prok! *prok! *prok!

"You think I came here alone?" Ask smile.

"No, we already know that, but we are still stronger than all your subordinates!" Zarbeth struck his wand and made a terrible pattern of ice on the ground.

They all showed their optimism. Both Halim and Zarbeth are not trying to lose at the moment.

"Then! Let's finish it here!" (Heaven)

A huge fight ensued, all of Halim's subordinates advanced and drew closer towards the remaining teachers.

The teachers took their steps and were ready to teach anyone who approached them.

Shouts after shouts from Halim's subordinates were heard, they advanced how the soldiers were plunged into the battlefield.

But in the middle of the battle, right before there was a single one that managed to clash weapons.

*dar!

An explosion made their vision.

......................

I'm going to end this, that's how I thought to myself. All this chaos there is only one way to assuage it.

This plan is risky, but it is the best. Better than more casualties.

I flew to the mountain where the giant artilery dwelt.

While there, I saw all the familiar faces were fighting against enemies whose numbers were not worth their numbers.

Fortunately, I arrived just before anyone was hurt.

They all stared at me with confused faces. It was as if they had seen an angel who had come to judge their deeds.

Looking around is like that, but I don't care. I flicked my right hand forward and made a request as the Prince.

"I, Rashid Londerik... Asking you to change your memory of this event. Everything will change, what was once the culprit was me and Nova to be just Nova. I also order you to forget this form of me. You have to forget what the Prince's project is, what the Prince is. They are nothing more than false memories within you."

Here's the best.

When they forget this. Then they will also forget the Prince's project. With Nova as the ringleader of his dead, their suspicions about the Prince's whereabouts will become a huge zero.

For myself, I don't deserve the happiness of life. Many have died because of me, many have suffered because of me.

I will regard those who forget me as the last recompense of my sins.

I can be anyone, acting is not difficult for me. Not because of what...

Because 'Nothing original in me' is my true nature.

My fun as a teacher is over.

My pleasure as a human being is over.

My promise to my friend has been paid off.

The ghosts from the past that still haunt me will also drift within me. It will all be replaced with something more horrible, but it doesn't matter to me.

My impression of the world has changed.

My feeling of not having to kill and instead giving affection as a teacher was something I had never thought of in my mind. It's all like fiction. This is called enjoying life.

For the first time I wanted to say... I'm enjoying my life.

"Isn't this what you want, Anitya Anjasmara?"

Ever since I became a prince, I knew about the feelings from that past. The real story of the boy. A child who wants to feel everything I felt before.

It was like I was connected to him.

In the white world, I was like seeing an old man smiling at me. He nodded and then just disappeared.

The Prince project, success... Looks like that's what I should say.

The wishes of the child from 700 years ago have been fulfilled.

The world is blackened, and the time runs a few hours...

Everyone forgets me and the Prince. All of these events were just disasters caused by Nova. There was no gap even the incident in the ruins of that school though.