Chapter 123: To punish the arrogant kid, you must completely destroy his self-esteem! (1)

Chapter 123: To punish the arrogant kid, you must completely destroy his self-esteem! (1)

Brady's request was that Alfred should get up and apologize for beating him yesterday, and that Alfred should become his errand boy and handle various chores for him from now on.

Alfred's request was that Brady must apologize for causing Ella to be injured in the simulated battle yesterday.

He was also required to publicly admit in front of all the students in the grade that he was not the son of a hero, but just an arrogant and domineering bastard who relied on his father's reputation and powerful puppets.

In the end, both parties bet a full 10 million credits, which was worth about 1 million Nia gold coins.

Because both sides' demands contained extremely excessive clauses, but they did not violate the rule that when students of the same grade fight, the stakes set by both sides must be equal.

In addition, both parties actually bet 10 million credits, a huge amount of credits that has never appeared since the establishment of Illya Alia Academy.

So Webster had to confirm with the two men one last time before the duel began.

The implication is, are you two sure this is okay?

But Brady certainly didn't understand his thoughtfulness.

"Of course no problem, stop talking nonsense and start fighting."

Brady yelled impatiently.

"That's fine with me, but Ulysses-kun, can you please confirm the amount of the bet?

Although I said that you can set the amount of the bet as you like, I will bet the same amount as the credits you bet. But if you bet on credits that you can't afford and lose, wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing?"

Alfred said, shrugging his shoulders.

"You, what did you say?! Are you looking down on me?! I will never lose to..."

"You won't lose to me? You were beaten so badly yesterday?"

Alfred interrupted jokingly.

Just this level of provocation made Brady so angry that veins popped out of his forehead.

"you……"

"I heard that you like gambling, and you lost all the credits you had at the beginning of the school year. Aren't you afraid that I will beat you up today and you will owe me a debt that you will never be able to pay off in your lifetime?"

Alfred was genuinely curious, so he asked.

"You bastard... Humph! Are you afraid now? So you want to use this method to make me lower the amount of credits for the bet so that you won't suffer too much after losing?"

Brady obviously misunderstood something and curled the corners of his mouth in a mean manner.

"Whatever you think, but you seem to have forgotten that I am from the Elect family, right?"

Alfred said.

“Even if I end up with 10 or 20 million credits, or even more debt, the worst that can happen is that after I graduate, I can just donate the credits I owe to the college in cash.

After all, the Elect family has enough assets and credit to allow Illya Alia to lend me so many credits."

He also raised the corner of his mouth to respond to Brady.

"Your family is just a small border noble family. You don't have that much money for you to gamble, right?"

Because his pain points and inferiority complex were touched, Brady's originally upturned mouth corners immediately twisted and crooked.

"I, I request that the stakes be raised to 20 million credits."

Brady was shaking with anger and roared at Webster.

Many students in the audience were already frightened by the heavy bets made by both sides, and now they gasped.

Twenty million credits are worth approximately two million Nia gold coins.

Even for the sons of nobles with higher titles such as earls, this amount is not something they can joke about.

What's more, Viscount Ulysses' family is a notoriously poor noble family in the southern part of the empire.

“Wait, wait a minute, Ulysses-san, you actually want to raise the stakes? This is no longer…”

"Stop talking nonsense, Elect, do you dare to bet?!"

Brady ignored Webster's warning and glared at Alfred, questioning him.

"It's up to me~ But if the college doesn't lend you that many credits in the future, I require you to repay them in cash according to the exchange rate announced by the college last year and sign the corresponding contract.

Of course, the object of the contract is not you, Brady V. Ulysses, but the entire Viscount Ulysses family."

Alfred agreed to Brady's request conditionally.

"If you agree to this condition, I don't mind if you double, triple or even increase the bet. I will follow suit."

Bradigan understood, or rather did not even think about it, the real intention of Alfred's request and agreed without hesitation.

Webster must have guessed what Alfred was planning, as he showed a complicated expression.

But now that things have come to this, it is not easy for him to stop the two of them.

After all, given Brady's bad temper now, stopping the duel at this moment will only cause him to cause more trouble.

"Since both of you feel there is no problem, please prepare yourself."

He said helplessly.

"I declare that the duel begins."

As Webster's voice fell, Alfred threw the wooden sword in his hand.

The wooden sword pierced into Asmodeus's abdomen like a ray of light, easily breaking the barrier of the arena and nailing Asmodeus to the outer wall of the arena.

The audience suddenly fell silent.

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"Here you go, Al."

Alfred ignored everyone's reactions and took two new wooden swords for training from Emilia.

"Thank you."

After thanking him, he walked straight towards Brady who was standing there in a daze.

"W-what did you just do?!"

Brady asked in a horrified voice.

The voice no longer had the usual arrogance, but more like the scream of a small-time villain who couldn't figure out reality.

"Who knows~ Can't you use your own brain to think? Or, once you lose your powerful puppet, you will become a complete waste?"

"I, I am..."

Brady managed to utter.

"Ah, I'm tired of hearing that. What a bunch of bullshit about being the son of a hero, you're just a piece of crap. You just got lucky and got a pretty good beast, but you don't really have any abilities."

Alfred interrupted Brady contemptuously and threw a wooden sword in front of him.

"If you think what I said doesn't make sense, then try to prove it, okay?"

Although the nobles of the empire inexplicably admire puppeteers, swordsmanship is also a compulsory course for aristocratic literacy.

But seeing how Brady usually seemed to be in a sloppy state, Alfred guessed that he must not have studied well in the past.

"You, you...I..."

"Oh, by the way, the puppet has not been destroyed yet. If you dare to surrender now..."