Chapter 39 Brady walks into a trap (3)
"This... this, there will definitely be a way when the time comes! Oh, yes, didn't that woman also say this morning that if I need it, I can apply for a credit loan from the school.
I remember that if you don't have any debt, you can borrow up to 50,000 credits."
Brady suddenly had an idea.
"But if you don't give the school a detailed explanation of where and how you plan to use the credits, the interest will be quite high."
Mark heard Brady mention this and warned anxiously.
"Anyway, they will just deduct a certain percentage of the credits issued each week as repayment, right? If that's the case, then what is there to worry about?"
"But, but..."
"Eh?! Oh, right, that loser from the Elect family is going to lose this afternoon anyway. If we just place a bet on that second-year student, we will definitely be able to earn back all the credits we lost today."
Brady hit the palm of his left hand with his right fist and felt that he had come up with a good idea.
Because the loan to the school is paid out every week based on the credits the student has earned during that week, interest will only be deducted and charged.
If I borrow the credits first and then pay them back immediately after the duel, then I don’t have to pay even the interest, right?
(If I had thought of this earlier, I would not have come to the underground casino and would have directly borrowed credits from the school.)
Brady felt a little regretful in his heart.
Although Brady thought this was a good idea, Mark and Duterte both looked embarrassed.
"Well, that Brady, borrowing credits from school to gamble, isn't that a bad idea?"
"That is to say, if we lose, we will lose more credits than the ones we borrowed."
Brady was very annoyed to see that his two childhood friends actually opposed his clever plan.
"You can come or not, anyway, this afternoon's bet is a sure win. If you give up such a good opportunity because you are worried about losing, you two must be fools!"
Brady ignored the two and pretended to turn and leave.
Time goes back to the present when Alfred has dealt with the Fiery Griffin. Brady stares dumbfoundedly at him holding a wooden sword and gradually approaching the stunned Lucius, unable to utter a word.
He borrowed 50,000 credits from the school and used them to place bets in an underground casino set up by senior students.
If this continues, all 50,000 credits will be wasted.
Dutt and Mark, who had borrowed 10,000 and 3,000 credits respectively from the school, stared at Alfred on the training ground with pale faces, opening and closing their mouths, unable to speak for a long time.
“Ah~Ah! Don’t, don’t kill me, I, I was wrong, I won’t provoke you again, please, please let me go! I, I won’t bother Senior Rose anymore! I, I’m serious!”
Lucius on the field accidentally fell while running away, and he knelt on the ground and began to beg for mercy.
His shrill voice could be heard clearly throughout the entire training ground.
Those students who had bet heavily on his victory must have also been wailing in their hearts along with Lucius.
(Are you kidding me? Go and fight! Aren’t you the runner-up in the second grade? Hurry up and get out your new puppet and defeat this annoying bastard!)
Brady cursed anxiously in his heart.
He stood up, walked to the edge of the audience seats, held the guardrail tightly, and stared at the two people on the training ground with his bloodshot eyes.
He would not accept this kind of thing, absolutely not!
It is clear that Alfred's puppet, although it looks very cute, has no real power.
Aside from being a cute and pretty toy, it's useless in combat. [The Thunder Canary shot down by Emilia said, Leonard, maybe we can be good friends.]
But Alfred used his own body to defeat Lucius's two powerful puppets.
There is such a thing in the world. No one would believe it, absolutely not!
(That useless duke's heir would never do such a thing, and no one would believe it, absolutely no one would believe it! The bet is invalid because that guy Elect cheated!)
Brady kept muttering to himself, as if he was trying to hypnotize himself to escape reality.
but……
"I, I declare Electra-san the winner."
The mentor who was acting as the judge announced so.
(Wh…what?!)
"Wait, wait a minute! Who can accept this result? I, I want to start over. That guy's puppet didn't fight at all. How can this be considered a duel between puppeteers?"
Brady, who was out of control, just shouted out in the silent arena.
Everyone's eyes fell on him.
Of course, Alfred on the field is no exception.
But what he said next was what Brady could not accept the most.
"Excuse me, who are you, classmate?"
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Alfred was confused as he looked at the black-haired boy standing at the edge of the audience, who was so angry that he wanted to punch himself.
He asked about the other party's identity not out of provocation or for any other purpose.
Alfred really didn't know who the boy was, so he wanted to ask his name and why he was glaring at him angrily.
That's it.
"W-what did you say?"
"Ah... you can't hear clearly from such a distance, so I'll speak a little louder."
Alfred cleared his throat and shouted to the black-haired boy.
"Excuse me, classmate, who are you? I don't know you!"
For some reason, the boy became even angrier after hearing what Alfred said.
"I am the son of the heroic Viscount Ulysses, Brady V. Ulysses. You actually said you don't know me. Isn't that a bit too contemptuous of me?!"
Brady roared, looking like he would jump off the stands where the audience was at any moment.
"Ah... I seem to have some impression of you. So you are Ulysses-san?"
Alfred recalled a little, some things about Brady.
(Oh, by the way, it seems that this guy was also the one who laughed at me for not being able to summon a puppet during the puppet summoning ceremony.)
After a closer look, he found that Brady looked slightly familiar.
"You, you bastard..."
Brady jumped directly over the guardrail and pretended to jump into the arena.
However, Morgan, the referee, had not yet fully recovered from the shock of the duel and had forgotten to remove the transparent barrier that covered the entire arena.
Brady, who seemed unaware of the existence of the barrier, fell directly onto it in a very miserable posture.