So I'm a Snake, Who Cares?

There are born instigators in this world.

When they start speaking, they naturally raise the audience's energy.

People whose every word naturally draws attention.

Was Pelerian such a person?

Actually, not quite.

"Go, you shall be the kingdom's end!"

But Pelerian's proposal certainly made my heart race.

Take over the kingdom.

Should I do such a thing?

There are two princes right here.

If we cause chaos right now and storm the palace, capturing the king.

Couldn't I become a true Snake King?

'Ah, I shouldn't do that...'

"Do it!"

'I shouldn't...'

"I said you can!"

Just as I was unconsciously about to manipulate magical power according to Pelerian's instructions.

"Master, no, Professor!"

Amain and his friends approached.

Amain glanced at me briefly before speaking to Obern.

"We can do it. We can."

While the prince behind looked quite uneasy, at least Amain and Rania's expressions were determined.

"No, I really want to try. You don't need to step back."

"Hmm."

"I'll work hard and definitely do better than those third-years."

Such a precious kid.

It snapped me back to my senses.

Come to think of it, if I were to carry out this chaotic rebellion operation, wouldn't it put Amain in a difficult position?

Amain wants to study magic diligently at this academy, but if I summon monsters, many children would get hurt.

I can't ruin things for someone who just made their first friend after having none.

"What an utterly weak-minded fellow."

Pelerian jumped up and down in frustration.

With that SD character-like appearance, his anger wasn't scary at all.

"We had at least a 5% chance of success..."

'...Just that much?'

This traitor.

Are you saying you tried to instigate me with just a 5% success rate?

"A 5% chance to take over a kingdom is a profitable venture. Did you think worldly affairs would be so easy!"

'Why are you getting angry when you're in the wrong?'

"And even if we failed, it would be easy for you alone to escape, so it's a favorable gamble with little burden and much to gain."

He's not entirely wrong again.

But anyway, his proposal is rejected.

Then, Pelerian said something strange.

"Then what kind of dungeon is this... hmm."

This place called the instant dungeon could be classified as a 'ruin.'

It was a mysterious place that mimicked the appearance of other dungeons existing in the world by manipulating the magic circle.

"It's hard to imagine... at this era, at this level."

'You don't know either, old man?'

"What could I know about a magic circle I'm seeing for the first time? There must be tens of thousands of dungeons in the world."

Are there that many dungeons?

I don't know what kind of continent this is. There weren't any dungeons on the Earth I lived on.

"But something feels a bit strange. Maybe it's because two settings are mixed."

'What's strange about it?'

"Hmm..."

Pelerian just groaned without answering.

Usually, he would ramble on without being asked. There must really be something even he doesn't know.

"Well then, shall we enter?"

I had Obern say that.

Let's see.

Time to enter this suspicious dungeon with these young children!

==

A dungeon opening its mouth underground.

We entered there.

Since third and first years were using it simultaneously, combining the students from both classes made for quite a large group of over twenty people.

Dungeon sizes varied greatly, and if it had been a narrow dungeon, we couldn't have used it together.

But this dungeon was different.

The passages were vast.

Mysteriously, the entrance's appearance and interior were completely different.

The walls inside were made of yellowish sandstone bricks.

The floor was covered with slabs of an even harder material.

Strange style reliefs decorated the walls.

It doesn't seem to be a small-scale dungeon. The implementation is incredible.

Obern tapped the wall with the tip of his staff.

Then, something slithered down from between the ceiling bricks.

Catching it in his hand, it was golden sand.

"...A desert dungeon."

Obern muttered.

Then Professor Daemon stepped forward:

"What an obvious and worthless observation. The students would have noticed immediately."

That bastard, I hadn't noticed.

"Never mind that, can you deduce which desert dungeon this is?"

At some point, Obern and Daemon had started criticizing each other.

The male atmosphere was terrible.

Obern responded coolly as usual.

"Professor Daemon. If you want teaching, ask more politely."

"...Haha, just joking."

The two engaged in psychological warfare whenever possible.

"That relief style is from the Al-Aram civilization. It's obvious from the three-eyed eagle. Then which dynasty of Al-Aram civilization would this be?"

If this Daemon fellow wasn't lying, he must be quite intelligent.

How does he know about relief styles from desert civilizations on the opposite side of the continent?

"..."

In contrast, Obern, who possessed more familiar knowledge levels, tried to coolly ignore it but.

"You probably don't know. Seems you have nothing but magic skills."

This guy! Obern doesn't even have good magic skills.

At this point, he couldn't ignore it anymore. Because that would mean Obern's defeat.

Obern knew this well, so while managing his expression, he internally shouted.

'Help me! Lord Snake!'

And I also shouted.

'Old man!'

Pelerian sighed and told me.

After hearing that, Obern spoke leisurely.

"What shallow insight. It's not Al-Aram to begin with."

"...Are you trying to be contrary because students won't know?"

"That's not an eagle. It's a black hawk. And Al-Aram period eagle reliefs depicted wings spread on both sides. That one only shows one wing, because it's from the Al-Ahrab civilization."

"Just because you speak confidently doesn't mean..."

"Professor Daemon Richmond."

Obern stopped abruptly.

Due to his tall stature, Obern ended up looking down at Daemon.

"You're starting to annoy me."

"..."

"Let's stop talking. A trap has appeared."

Excellent finish.

Obern raised his staff.

Both to practice magic and to pretend Obern could freely use silent casting magic.

I was the one using the magic.

「Using Intermediate Elemental Magic: Water lv2.」

A huge mass of water formed in mid-air.

"Without even chanting..."

"Couldn't even feel the flow of mana..."

The third-years who walked the path of magic were amazed.

Daemon gritted his teeth.

I hear messages about dignity increasing.

This is why appearances are important.

I launched the water mass at the floor ahead.

Splash!

The water bomb burst, and the water was instantly absorbed into the floor.

What had appeared to be solid stone floor suddenly collapsed.

It was a trap made of sand.

Below the sunken floor, sharp spears could be seen planted.

A very simple but effective trap.

If someone had crossed above without knowing, they would have fallen straight down and become skewered like kebab. Just like that Cockatrice from long ago!

"The finish is lacking."

Professor Daemon finally stepped forward and chanted magic.

Quite substantial magical power whirled from his short wand. Professor Daemon's mana capacity seems unusual as well.

"Ferum In- Ventum!"

With an impressive incantation, transparent blade-like things shot from his wand.

Toward the spears planted below.

Crackle!

The wind blades neutralized the spear trap.

The sand that flowed down in the aftermath covered it.

Honestly, it was quite good. Much better than Obern.

"Woah!"

This time, admiration burst from among the first-years.

Since Amain was among those clapping, I unconsciously glared at him.