Unsold Slaves Returned as Heroes

31. Slave Exploitation

“Are you doing it yet?!”

“Almost done! However, this prison of souls, the techniques are quite dense… !”

“Even with magic power, pierce it! Defeating the caster makes the demons weaker too!”

The evacuation of spectators from the main stadium is almost complete.

The academy guards lined up in the audience continued to cast magic. The target was the prison of the purple soul that wrapped around the arena in the form of a cylinder.

“Professor Alencia?!”

The president ran through the audience seats looking for Pelia in the Water Coffin. As her sage, she should have been able to break this situation.

He finally caught sight of the shivering halfling, crouching between the landings and wearing a cape.

“Professor Alencia!”

The president shook Felia’s shoulder, but she shook her head, but there was no response.

‘I can’t help it.’

I expected it, but it was as expected. The president then looked back at Professor Band.

“It’s just a soul prison cast by ! Why is Genga so strong!”

Professor Vand struck the prison with a large divine hammer, but it was immediately repaired, with a new demon replacing the crack.

If it is Band’s original skill, it can break ordinary magic or black magic with just physical force.

However, after summoning many high-ranking demons, Bext’s current state was unusual.

Band grinded his teeth. It wasn’t just because of his anger at Bext, who gradually became a spirit in the arena and increased his firepower.

A slave trader barely surviving while dodging the exploding black mana. His look is so eye catching.

The reason why he is now imprisoned is because he prioritized rescuing students. Now, it is understandable why he took advantage of the expulsion conditions and rules to directly participate.

Wicker Pediaa, all of his actions so far were based on the principle of being for the sake of the students.

‘Survive, Professor Pedia… !’

With his mane bristling, Band cried out in his heart.

‘If you die, the leader of the dwarves will disappear… !’

It was then.

Suddenly, Wicker stopped on the spot. He seemed to have discovered and realized something.

‘What are you thinking? I can’t help but give up!’

Grabbing the wooden sword Wicker was holding with his left hand as if mounting it into an invisible scabbard, he brought it to his waist.

Muttering something with his mouth.

The next moment.

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The slave has been rediscovered.

[Slave exploitation] Is available.

Current use count: 1

Do you want to browse available skills?

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I don’t know, but I felt like borrowing a rabbit’s foot, so I decided to read it first.

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Heat wave

[Unopened]

Upper Transition

Super amplification

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Great Healing

[Unopened]

Heaven’s Blessing

[Unopened]

Wide-area purification

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Slash

[Unopened]

[Unopened]

Dimension Charm

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Hmm.

Are these skill names the ones I know?

Heatstorm. It is a powerful attack-type fire magic of the 6th tier. Considering that the fire attribute is the most specialized in attack among elemental magics, this firepower is enough to blow up the whole arena.

Wide-area purification. It is an advanced divine magic that can dispel a wide range of curses and negative effects. It is an advanced skill that cannot be used unless you are a fairly advanced healer.

It was clear that either would be quite useful if they could be used now.

Whether it burns Bext entirely or nullifies the effect of black magic, the situation can be reversed.

But.

‘Dimension visit.’

When I saw that word, the corner of my mouth went up for no reason.

I only know elemental magic and divine magic, but it’s not my area of expertise.

But the sword is different. Because it’s a partner I’ve never let go of in my life.

And Dimension Clash is the strongest special move for a sword as far as I know.

That’s natural.

Because it’s a skill that didn’t exist in this world before me and a kid joked about it and added the setting of the ultimate special move.

The reason why he’s strong is because his sword art is great.

There is no other reason.

Release the strength of the right hand holding the wooden sword and twist it between the index and middle fingers.

I put it on my left hand and put it around my waist. Spread your right hand a few times and loosen your hand lightly.

All of these are necessary preparatory actions. Because this technology is more important than anything else. If you don’t look good when you pull it out, the power will be weak.

The gap between the legs is two fists wider than the shoulders. Lean your center of gravity slightly forward. I do not set my eyes on the enemy insignificantly.

“hahahaha, did you give up? Slave trader.”

Ignore Bext’s words.

I only focus on myself.

From breathing, bones, hair to each muscle fiber.

At the critical moment when the sword and I become one.

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―――――――Now.

“Dimensions.”

―Tak.

A speed so fast that you wouldn’t even be aware that it had left your hand. The next moment the sword was held in my left hand again.

The aftermath is great.

―――――――Quaaang!!!

The entire space is divided into two.

The aftermath of the sword strike shocks, and the air that has lost its place moves violently and a whirlwind rages.

“―――What.”

Bext, who was at the center of the trajectory, was cut into pieces without even understanding what had happened.

“Whoa.”

Yellow was right.

My whole body is covered in sweat. My ears were ringing and the muscles in my body were pulling as if they were torn from the inside. It was a difficult skill to write.

Bext’s remaining body was swallowed up in the spell with his entire soul. It loses its shape and melts away. It ended without even giving a final word.

As if all the pillars of black magic had digested, it gave off a small burp-like black sparkle.

***

“… Gee, what was it now?”

All the security guards present blinked their eyes. They didn’t even understand what had happened.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Band, who clearly witnessed the trajectory of Wicker’s sword, burst into a lively laugh.

“The little man who didn’t trust the eyes of the Goddess was foolish! Professor Wicker Pedia! Who else would be worthy of the title of Chair Professor!”

The president, who looked at it, also smiled with satisfaction.

‘As expected, I’m not the teacher of warriors for nothing.’

Professor Pedia took care of Bext, so things got better. The demons summoned outside the castle wall lose control and become easier to subdue since the caster has disappeared.

The effect of the soul prison also ended, and the purple wall gradually disappeared. The guards were ready to rush in.

“Everyone, enter!”

“Enter!”

It was the moment when the guards were about to cross over the spectator seats and into the arena.

― Kwaaang!!

“Aagh!”

“What?!”

The rushing guards bounced off the sudden explosion of mana and crashed into the outer wall.

Thanks to the protective shield spread by the artifact, the president understood the situation right away.

“Is it runaway! There’s no way I could have dealt with a demon like that without a senior position. It must have been a strange contract!”

It was a rebound through a contract with the devil. Void diffusion occurred in Black Mana where Bext was disappearing.

A black hole like an abyss. It was the entrance to the void dimension where demons live. Like a black hole, it gradually expands its radius with the momentum to swallow everything around it.

“Evacuate, everyone evacuate! Gather the priests immediately! I need to purify!”

The president urgently issued an order. However, the spread of the runaway was too fast.

Unless I knew what Baxt’s contract with the devil was, I didn’t even expect how big the damage would be.

At that time, someone who ran from afar next to the president jumped up.

“For the justice of my black mother, my justice for all life on the continent on which this song sounds.”

A gentle west wind blows that does not suit this space threatened with death.

The bastard sword of Ran straight toward the black hole without hesitation, and the wind blew up in an instant.

“I allow you to show up, so lock the enemy in this position. Liberate the aura, the god of the west wind!”

Aisha took her sword in her inverse and lowered it into the air.

A huge wind that can be called a tornado covers the entire main stadium. It stabs hard enough to separate the world itself.

“The West Wind of the Three Swords?!”

“How are you here… !”

“Did you stop the void!”

“Ohh, look at that noble figure… !”

Rather than being relieved by their survival, the guards fell in love with Aisha’s antiquity, admiring her beauty on the battlefield.

She is in a critical situation and knows that she is fighting, but she inadvertently catches her eyes.

Quaaa

The wind aura released by Aisha trapped the remnants of runaway black magic.

‘Keuuu, this is this!’

Without losing her lofty expression, Aisha admired her own perfection in herself.

‘Didn’t you just get sick? How many have you seen? Hey, go and spread the word. Sword Saint Aisha-sama is so cool!’

It is an unknown fact as there are very few Sword Saints who can handle Auras to the limit, but chanting is not necessary at all to release Auras.

Even so, Aisha used to memorize her own chant whenever she cast an aura. To make sure she doesn’t get her pronunciation wrong, she often practices.

Because it looks cool.

She couldn’t recite her chant because she was embarrassed in front of Luca, who knew that the chant was fake, so now Aisha’s tension was quite high.

‘Huh? Why is this?’

Aisha, who poked her void with great vigor, sensed her uneasiness.

The wind aura only imprisoned the runaway void, but did not dissipate it.

‘What’s so tricky?!’

It was very difficult to subdue because the runaway was going on in many directions. It felt like it would explode if I lost concentration for a second.

Aisha looked around her in the air.

On the floor of the arena is a man with a name tag for being a slave trader. Most of the seats in the audience look like combat troops, but there was also an academy president.

‘Damn it. I’ll have to stop it somehow.’

Aisha clicked her tongue. She casts a victory spell to cheer up.

“Zephyrus of the West Wind, your daughter wishes. Turn to peace three times. Rather than give this heart to justice, stroke it!”

Aisha opened an additional aura. Two more layers of whirlwinds are generated, enveloping the void even more tightly. The guards who watched the scene once again exclaimed in awe.

“Put.”

However, there was also laughter from others.

‘What kind of bastard are you?’

Aisha turned her head away, furrowing her brow. She and she found a face in her that she never wanted to see here. Aisha opened her mouth in despair she did not know.

The emperor was tearing the corners of her mouth as if he was enjoying seeing Aisha.

‘Ah f*ck.’

Why is that bastard here? This is the academy, the academy! I knew that no one knew me, so I memorized the chant with excitement!

Only Lucas and the Emperor know that chanting the incantation when I write it is just a form, but one of them had an intuition?

‘aaa!! It’s really annoying!!!’

Aisha exploded her hysteria and strengthened her aura. The thick wind around her arena completely blocked her view of her surroundings, as if hiding her Aisha tightly under her blanket.

***

“Enough! I knocked them all down!”

Yuri shouted vigorously after punching the last 4th class demon.

“I burned everything here too!”

“Done.”

Tia and Luca also exchanged signals with their eyes. There were no demons left outside the walls. The three of them naturally turned their gaze inside the academy.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

“To my master.”

The steps of the three quicken.

It was time to meet him.