Pledging oaths was a duty ofthe elite. The Blue Dragon Class had no obligation to respond. The moment those sleep-inducing words were spoken, the battle would begin.

Lutiya took a slow, deep breath.

I’m in charge of command, so stay calm.

The more he told himself to stay calm, the faster his heart beat.

Is this what responsibility feels like?

“Haha, are you serious…? They have a green dragon… Winning against them is just…” someone muttered in a slightly faltering voice.

Before Lutiya could respond, someone else answered. “Which is faster, Professor Sauté or that dragon…?”

“In terms of speed alone, it obviously Professor Sauté. The size difference is massive, and dragons are surprisingly slow.”

“Then we can avoid it, right? Even if we get hit, it won’t be as bad as Teacher Haddy either.”

“No, no, we faced way worse spells. Ready…”

“““—It’s better than teacher Jill!”””

Everyone bursts with laughter after speaking those words in unison. It wasn’t that they weren’t scared—even Lutiya couldn’t believe that they were standing in such a place.

“If we lose, do you think Teacher Jill will be sad…?”

“Nah, we’d probably end up half-killed.”

“Surprisingly, Teacher Jill is quite emotional. Whenever I tell her I’m fine, she always starts crying and saying, ‘that’s not okay!’”

“But she aways resorts to physical violence and tells us to beat them up. Do you think Teacher Jill will ever find a husband?”

“Seriously? You boys haven’t noticed? sensei definitely has an older boyfriend or something.”

Lutiya blinked and found himself listening without joining the conversation.

“No way, that can’t be true. There was no sign of anyone like that at all during the training camp.”

“But I saw her regularly contacting someone at night… Teacher Haddy also seemed to be a gift from someone… It isn’t just a magical tool—it’s the representation of an ancient contract binding their hearts and lives to each other…?!”

“Now that you mentioning it, whenever I went to wake up Teacher Jill, she was always holding Teacher Haddy in her arms… She’d even mumble things like, ‘is breakfast ready yet?’ Could it be that she lives with him?”

“I made a deal with her.  She promised to tell me the truth if we win this match. I had to bribe her with sweets, so please cooperate.”

“Genius!”

The girls were getting excited, but the boys, not quite following the conversation, and looked awkward.

Lutiya cleared his throat.

“It’s about time, quiet down. If we mess up on the opening move, Teacher Jill will send us flying.”

“That’s the scariest part… Do you think we can win?”

“If we don’t win, Teacher Jill will have to take responsibility.”

Everyone fell silent at Lutiya’s words.

“See, in our case, we’ll just be laughed at and told, ‘told you so,’ just like always. Damn arrogant elites.”

“..I’d rather… not go through that.”

“Well, I’m used to losing, but Teacher Jill…”

“If you don’t like it, then there’s no choice but to win. Simple.”

Lutiya smiled wryly at those words. Simple? yeah, right. There was no way it would be simple. It seemed that his thinking had been completely influenced by that crazy teacher over the past two months.

Trumpets rang out, interrupting his thoughts. It was the dreadful signal for the start of the match. The so-called elites had finished their pompous oaths and were now smugly looking down at them from atop their dragons.

That’s right, in this situation, they have no choice but to attack us head-on and overwhelm us.

This was all nothing more than a spectacle to mock the Blue Dragon Class. Saying he wasn’t scared would have been a lie. Yet, he cried out from the bottom of his heart.

“Let’s go, Blue Dragon Class! To battle!”

—For victory.

To live up to the expectations of that stupid teacher who believed in them and never stopped pushing them forward.

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