How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game-Chapter 332: Returning Practically Interlude

"Kuku-hahahaha!"

The principal’s hearty laughter boomed through her office, filling the room with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

She leaned back in her chair, her purple eyes gleaming as she regarded me with barely contained amusement.

"I’ve got to say, I didn’t know you were the type to resort to physical violence to test your juniors." She tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. "That last beatdown wasn’t really necessary, right?"

I groaned internally.

She had a point. Technically.

But if I were to explain my reasoning, it wasn’t entirely unjustified.

Honestly, I just went with the flow.

Sure, I could’ve held back.

But in the end, this was something they needed.

Especially the hard-headed ones.

Stacia. Uriel.

Both full of pride, arrogance, and an overinflated sense of their own strength.

Magnus and Reina?

Well… they were just an added bonus.

Was it a bit harsh on my part? Maybe.

But breaking them out of their delusional mindsets—the idea that they were already at the peak of their strength—was necessary.

At the very least, Stacia got the message, even at our first fight she wasn’t really acting like the haughty Stacia I once knew in the game so that was a plus…

Uriel, on the other hand…?

She was stubborn, and I could see that in the fight as well… if Stacia wasn’t around in that fight she would’ve done everything alone selfishly, I’m glad that at some point she managed to cooperate with the others though…

In the game, you had to beat her down thoroughly for her to finally accept reality.

So really, it was a win-win for both me and them.

They got their lesson. And I got the satisfaction of delivering it.

"Well, I did manage to give them the proper re-evaluation you needed, right?" I said, leaning back slightly as the principal’s soft chuckles continued in the background.

She wiped away the small tears of laughter forming at the corner of her eyes before giving me a knowing smile.

"Hm~ that’s true," she admitted, her tone light but reflective. "But, it did bring back some unwanted memories, so please keep it at a lower level next time."

I raised an eyebrow. "There’s a next time?"

"Fufu~ You know how busy the academy can be, right?" she mused, resting her chin on her hand. "Aside from internal affairs, there’s also the matter of dealing with our external issues. And unfortunately, we can already see another wave of problems coming in the next few semesters."

She sighed dramatically before flashing a smirk.

"We need all the help we can get. Ah, but don’t worry~ Just like this time, we’ll make sure to compensate you accordingly, depending on the level of assistance needed."

"Hm…"

The principal’s eyes gleamed.

"Is that not enough?"

"No, not really… but how about this? Instead of monetary compensation, how about you grant me a request?"

"A request, hm~?" she tilted her head playfully, tapping her fingers on the desk. "Well, as long as it’s within reason and not too absurd, I’m fine with that form of payment as well~"

A small smirk tugged at my lips.

"It’s settled, then."

The principal nodded with a smile, sealing the deal.

Now that the matter was settled, I let out a small sigh and stretched my shoulders before standing up from my chair. I should probably check on Reina first.

After all, I did make her cry… even if it wasn’t intentional.

Thinking back, I might have been too harsh on my little sister.

She’s tough, but she’s also sensitive, whether it was through puberty or not she’s been a bit of a contradicting little monster lately as well….

She writes letters home regularly as well, which means if she snitches to Dad or Gramps about what happened today, I wouldn’t hear the end of it, but still, I could handle that.

But if Mother hears about it?

Yeah. That’d be a disaster.

I shuddered at the thought. No way I’m dealing with that.

Besides, it had been a while since we spent proper time together.

A short "apology" outing should be enough to smooth things over.

Maybe take her out for something sweet, let her drag me around, and endure whatever ridiculous demands she comes up with.

But this wasn’t just about Reina.

Exploring the academy while we’re out would be a perfect opportunity to scope out key locations.

Those demonic cultists… I knew exactly where they were likely to mark their territory.

If I can confirm their movements now, I can eliminate them before they become a real problem.

A casual outing with my sister… and a chance to take care of a future threat in the process.

Two birds, one stone.

Not a bad way to spend the afternoon.

I was certain the Saintess was already doing her part.

Her divine presence alone kept much of the academy’s darkness at bay.

But even she couldn’t clear out every last speck of evil lurking within these halls.

The upcoming event, [Act 3, Chapter 2 – Demon Flare], was a necessary turning point for both Lucas and the Saintess.

Their divine powers needed to develop, and this event would play a crucial role in that process.

Interfering too much might alter their growth, so I wouldn’t try to stop the demonic ritual outright.

But…

Killing a few cultists here and there?

That shouldn’t be a problem.

Besides, I was curious. Just how effective was my divine power in its current state? Testing it against these cultists would provide valuable insight—especially since I had yet to fully grasp its limits.

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With that thought in mind, I turned my back to the principal, intending to leave the office.

But then—

"Ah—before you go, may I ask how you managed to dodge their attacks, Riley?"

I paused, glancing back at her.

"What do you mean?"

The principal chuckled, her voice laced with amusement.

"Fufu~ Jestering after such a performance isn’t very nice, you know~" She tapped a finger against her cheek, watching me with eyes that gleamed with curiosity. "I’m an archmage myself, and I know just how powerful you are, Riley, but… dodging magic at point-blank range? Receiving zero damage? Moving behind your enemies unnoticed and striking so casually—" She leaned forward slightly. "Even the most exceptional knights would struggle to accomplish such a feat."

Her words hung in the air for a moment before she tilted her head playfully.

"I know you can use magic, but those abilities—those blessings—they come from your familiar, don’t they~?"

So, she noticed it was weird, huh…

Well, I couldn’t exactly say I had planned for the battle to go any differently.

As much as I wanted to keep a few trump cards hidden, I hadn’t expected them to push me into a corner like that.

Their final trap was particularly unexpected…

Though the fight was meant for a proper re-evaluation, I had also used it as an excuse to test some of my skills.

In total, I had only relied on three key techniques:

First—[Divine Will].

I needed to adjust its properties to ensure it didn’t subjugate my opponents at full force.

If I used it recklessly, I might accidentally force them into submission, and I wasn’t looking to create another ’Empress Incident’ like the one back at the imperial palace.

Controlling the intensity of Divine Will was something I had yet to perfect, but the fight had at least given me some practice in fine-tuning its effects.

Second was the—[Hidden Blade Technique].

My hands and aura were gradually adjusting to its power, but controlling my speed was proving difficult—especially while trying to hold back.

The technique was designed for precision and lethality, so restraining myself mid-fight without completely disrupting its flow was harder than expected.

If I hadn’t been careful, I might’ve ended things far too quickly.

And lastly—my divinity.

I had only used it briefly against Uriel, but even in that short span, I could already tell—the properties the goddess had blessed me with were unique.

Unlike other forms of divine power, mine didn’t just purify or smite—it nurtured and enhanced those around it.

I was sure Uriel hadn’t noticed my true intentions during our fight, but… when I struck her, I had coated my fists with a thin layer of my divinity.

She should be fine—if anything, the divine energy would bolster her recovery rather than leave any lasting damage.

Still, the principal continued to watch me with a patient yet knowing gaze, clearly waiting for my response. How was I supposed to answer her question properly?

I obviously couldn’t tell her the truth—that those last few seconds of the fight had forced me to rely on [Time Stop] and [Return] to reposition and not take any damage at that moment.

But both of those skills carried traces of celestial magic, and someone of her caliber had likely sensed the essence behind them.

If she was asking about it now, it meant she had already noticed something off and was simply waiting for me to confirm it.

The rarity of celestial magic wasn’t lost on me either.

Few possessed an affinity for it, and considering that a mage of her standing was curious about it, there was a high chance she was reevaluating my placement in the academy.

In her eyes I wasn’t just a swordsman or a mage—I was a spellblade with an affinity for celestial magic, something even rarer.

Much like Senior Celine and even Stacia, I was an outlier in this academy.

Which meant… if I wasn’t careful with my answer, I might find myself dragged into something unnecessary.

Still, rather than give her a direct answer, I simply tilted my head and said:

"Does it really matter, Principal?"

She chuckled lightly at my response, clearly amused by my attempt to dodge the question.

"Not necessarily~ but for the sake of properly guiding our students, we need to place them where their potential can flourish." Her eyes gleamed with something unreadable as she continued. "And I can see it in you, Riley. Dean Gale has been eager to recruit a few students into his special class… perhaps even take on a few disciples to inherit his swordsmanship."

So, she was basically telling me that I’d receive special treatment, much like the other unique students in the academy.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad offer. In fact, considering my goals, getting close to Dean Gale and obtaining some of his S-rank sword techniques had already crossed my mind.

But realistically speaking, the Hidden Blade Technique was more than enough for my current build.

Taking on more than I needed would only slow me down.

"That won’t be necessary, Principal," I said casually, meeting her gaze. "I’d rather not draw unnecessary attention right now, you see."

She tilted her head slightly, as if trying to gauge my reasoning, probably finding my answer unsatisfying.

"Hm~ if you say so… Though I can’t help but remain curious about the spell you used, I’m sure you have your reasons for keeping it to yourself. I won’t press you too much… but just a word of advice—please do keep what I said in mind~"

Her tone was lighthearted, but there was a knowing glint in her eyes, as if she expected me to reconsider eventually.

"I understand, Principal," I replied, offering a small nod.

With that, I gave her a slight bow before turning toward the door. Just as I stepped out, I caught one final glimpse of her, still smiling as she gave me a casual wave.

….

"It’s been a while..."

My breath hitched for a brief moment as I took in the familiar sight of Killian Hall.

It hadn’t been that long since I was last here—a few weeks at most. But even so, seeing it again felt strangely surreal.

The place I had gotten used to calling my second home stood before me, just as grand and imposing as ever. Its towering architecture loomed over the academy grounds, a structure that symbolized prestige and excellence.

Despite everything that had happened, it still looked exactly the same.

Students were coming from all directions—mostly first-years from each department, likely finishing up their own set of practical exams.

Since seniors were expected to take their tests outside academy grounds, it made sense that I wasn’t seeing many familiar faces, not even my classmates.

From the Mage Department to the General Studies Department, every student moving through the halls carried the same exhausted expression.

Though only the top ten students from each year were allowed entry into Killian Hall, I hadn’t expected such a large crowd gathered here at once.

The sheer number of students inside made the usually prestigious and quiet hall feel almost suffocating.

And yet…

Why do some of the first-years keep looking at me like I’m some piece of trash?

Their stares weren’t exactly subtle.

Whispers, side-glances, and the occasional scoff.

It wasn’t uncommon for nobles to spread nonsense, so this was probably just another ridiculous rumor about me.

I sighed, already feeling the headache forming, and was just about to step inside and find Reina in her dorm when—

"Riley?"

A familiar voice called out to me.

I lifted my gaze toward the entrance, just above the stairs.

There she was.

One of the academy’s very own "goddesses."

Unlike most students, her uniform had a unique, customized design that incorporated her eastern heritage from the Eastern Empire.

The fabric was embroidered with delicate yet intricate details, crafted specifically to allow greater ease of movement—perfectly suited for someone of her status and skill.

Her long black hair swayed slightly in the breeze, the movement so fluid that it felt almost ethereal. But what caught my attention the most were her crimson eyes—wide with surprise.

It was the first time I had seen her look so expressive.

Seo was usually calm, reserved, and nearly unreadable, but right now…

I was about to approach her, but then—

POOF!!!

"Ghk—!"

Before I could even react, she crashed into me at a speed I almost couldn’t follow.

"S-Seo…?"

Her arms wrapped around me tightly—too tightly.

She buried her face into my shoulder, holding on as though I might disappear if she let go.

I instinctively tried to push her away slightly, only to pause when I noticed something.

Tears.

They pooled at the edges of her eyes, glistening under the soft academy lights.

"I really missed you, Riley… Hic."

Her voice was muffled against my shoulder, but the raw emotion in it was unmistakable.

I stood there for a moment, caught off guard.

Seo… was crying?

Not knowing how to properly react, I sighed internally before wrapping my arms around her in return, gently pulling her closer.

Her body trembled slightly at my touch, and as if that single motion broke whatever fragile restraint she had left, her tears spilled even more.

I could feel her fingers tightening around the fabric of my uniform, holding onto me like she was afraid I’d disappear if she loosened her grip even a little.

With a quiet breath, I lifted a hand and gently rested it against the back of her head, my fingers weaving into her soft, jet-black hair.

I guess I’ve been gone for too long, huh?

Seo had always been reserved—quiet, distant, and unreadable to most. But despite her calm exterior, I should have known how much this must have weighed on her.

I was her only friend.

Or at least, the only one she truly let herself rely on.

How lonely must she have felt this whole time?

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My voice came out softer than I expected, the words carrying a quiet reassurance.

She nodded, but instead of letting go, she dropped her head even lower, pressing her forehead against my chest.

I could feel the warmth of her breath through my uniform, each shallow inhale mixed with quiet, muffled sniffles.

…She really had been holding it in all this time, huh?

Around us, several students had stopped to stare.

Some whispered.

Some shot me sharp glances—whether out of curiosity, jealousy, or irritation, I wasn’t sure.

Normally, I might have considered the consequences of being seen like this, out in the open, with Seo clinging to me so openly.

But right now?

I couldn’t care less.