The Useless Prince Is A Gangster
Chapter 150. Rin vs Berend (aftermath)

Chapter 150: 150. Rin vs Berend (aftermath)

Erin ran through the arena’s hallways, her boots pounding the stone floor, her breath quick and uneven. Fear, worry, and anger twisted in her chest—she’d just arrived at the Academy and learned Rin was fighting a gold-class giant. She burst onto the stands, grabbing the iron railing so hard.

Her violet eyes widened in surprise as she looked over the battlefield below. With his uniform torn and his warhammer lodged in the ground, Berend knelt in the dirt and coughed up blood. His eyes were still burning with pride, but his head was spinning and his vision was blurry from losing so much blood.

Rin lay crumpled, her uniform torn, blood accumulating beneath her across the ripped arena. She tried to stand, her body trembling, her fingers twitching, a faint cough breaking the silence, blood flecking the dirt.

The silence in the crowd broke into whispers of surprise. How could a bronze-class nobody push a gold-class star this far?

With wide eyes, a boy of the silver class muttered, "She’s not human."

"No bronze should make a gold bleed like that."

Gold, silver, and bronze all shouted for Rin’s unyielding spirit as the applause burst forth, overcoming class boundaries.

"Valarune! Their voices shook the stands as they exclaimed, "Valarune!"

Astrid rises to her feet in Elara’s group, her fists clenched. "How in the hell is she doing this?" she yelled, her voice piercing with annoyance and her typical confidence faltering.

As the crowd chanted Rin’s name, Berend’s pride gave way to anger. He had been humiliated in public by a bronze. He stood with blood dripping from his chin, his face twisted, his eyes burning.

He grabbed his warhammer, its faint golden glow flickering like a dying candle, and roared, "You bitch!" Rin staggered on unsteady legs, her staff useless in the dirt, her dazed eyes barely perceiving the danger as he charged at her.

"You destroyed my reputation!"

With his hand raised and his voice as loud as thunder, Professor Gidon is poised to advance. "Berend, stop this!"

Rin, however, was unable to move and was on the verge of passing out due to her pain.

A shadow flashed, and Leo appeared in front of Rin, a blur of mana and speed, his shadow step leaving a trail of dark mist.

The shouts of the crowd were muffled by his crimson eyes as they fixed Berend with a steady, cold stare. Berend continued to approach, swinging his hammer in a fit of rage, its glow flickering for a final thrust.

The stands erupted in anticipation of a brawl, but someone else intervened.

With his soul resonance blood-arming sword gleaming red and its edge effortlessly stopping Berend’s hammer, Lucian stood between them. Lucian’s blade was uncoated by aura, but it held firm, showing his skill.

His gray eyes burned, not for Rin, but for his brother. "Don’t dare touch him," he growled, voice low and fierce. With a quick twist, he pushed Berend back, making the gold-class fighter stumble, his hammer sliding in the dirt.

Rin lost strength and her legs gave out, but Leo managed to catch her with steady hands on her waist. Her weight was light, but he felt heavy, and as he held her close, her scent—jasmine mixed with blood and dust—hit him.

Her sight was blurry as her half-open, pain-clouded eyes met his. In her daze, his face briefly appeared different, with familiar features and black hair.

Her voice was a whisper as she laughed weakly. She muttered, "Sorry.....Leo," before passing out in his arms.

Her blood soaked his uniform as Leo carefully lifted her and held her close. He turned to Professor Gidon and spoke in a composed yet authoritative tone. "As the bronze-section leader, I withdrew my student from the duel. Victory goes to Berend." He didn’t say anything more as he made his way to the arena’s exit, Lucian following behind him, Rin’s blood smearing his sleeves, and the stunned silence of the audience.

Erin’s barely contained fury was apparent as she released her grip on the railing by leaving marks with her knuckles on the bent metal. Her violet eyes darted to Elara’s stand, where the elite beauty sat, her amber eyes glinting with something cold but difficult to read.

Erin’s eyes grew piercing, and she growled in rage. "Elara, you’ll pay for this." She went back into the corridor.

After a few hours, in the student council room, President Volkhardt Rathur leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning papers with sharp focus. Beside him, Liora, the council secretary, sorted reports quietly,, auburn hair tied back, her face calm and serious.

Across the table stood Darius Rathur, gold section leader and Volkhardt’s younger brother, his gold brooch bright against his stiff posture, his eyes showing a hint of restless impatience.

Liora handed Volkhardt a report, her voice smooth and steady. "The betting on the duel between Bronze student Rin Valarune and Gold student Berend Laros concluded with solid profits for us, President."

Volkhardt took the paper, fingers touching the edge as a small smirk formed. "I’m surprised Leonhardt didn’t meddle with the betting this time," he murmured, his tone laced with wry amusement.

He looked at Darius, his gaze sharp, like a knife. "What’s your take, brother?"

Darius’s jaw tightened, his voice short and sure. "Leonhardt didn’t orchestrate this. That girl just wanted to throw punches. Amusing."

Volkhardt’s smirk grew, a quiet chuckle escaping. "And she proved she can land them."

Darius’s eyes narrowed, annoyance flashing across his face. "Why am I here, President?" he snapped, impatience breaking through.

Volkhardt leaned back in his chair, waving a hand casually, though his eyes shone with purpose. "Oh, slipped my mind. I called you to inform you about changes to the presidential election tournament."

"Changes?"

Liora stepped forward, flipping through a report easily. "The monster attack weeks ago raised security tensions in our academy. Our exchange students didn’t return for safety reasons, leaving two quarter-final slots open."

Darius’s gaze sharpened, suspicion in his tone. "What’s the plan for those?"

Volkhardt’s smirk returned as he leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Per the rules, those spots go to the top-ranked students."

Darius’s eyes widened, understanding hitting like a spark.

Liora continued. "The current eligibles are Lucian Caulem and Erin Dranemount."

Darius’s breath came out sharp. "If Lucian and Erin join the tournament, it’ll turn everything against the Prince’s favor."

"That’s your problem, Darius. If you’re truly a Rathur, prove you can crush the odds and claim victory."

Darius’s body tensed, his jaw tight as he held back a reply. "I’ll do more than prove it," he growled, voice full of determination. He turned quickly, heading for the door, the soft thud as he entered the hallways.

A smooth voice cut through the quiet, full of curiosity. "Well? What’s the issue?"

Darius stopped, seeing Prince Cassain leaning against the wall, blueeyes glinting with amusement and cunning.

Darius’s face darkened, his voice low and urgent. "We need to buy Lucian. We can’t take the risk."

Cassain’s lips curved into a sly, knowing smirk. "Oh, I like where this is going," he murmured.

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