I was Reincarnated as the Youngest Child of a Villainous Noble Family Who Controls the Kingdom from Behind the Scenes

After school in the academy, a certain group was about to engage in a duel.

On one side were Erik, Muto, and Shemna.

Having completed contracts with demons through summoning, they were challenging the top factions within the academy.

On the other side were Rubiton and Togari.

Both were third-year students and the current leaders of their respective factions.

Having been called out by Erik and challenged to a duel, they couldn't remain silent.@@novelbin@@

"First-year, I heard you defeated Scaraba."

"Rubiton, are you so uneasy that you need to confirm the obvious?"

"I see. You're quite the talker."

Rubiton, a large, burly student with a crew cut, was a third-year member of the student council executive and led the largest faction in the academy.

Well-liked and respected by his juniors, he had led the academy's Magic Combat Club to a top-ten finish in the continental championships.

Though highly sought after, he aspired to take over his family's agricultural business, dreaming of using what he learned at the academy to advance agriculture.

His faction wasn't something he intentionally created; it simply formed naturally as he looked after his juniors.

His membership in the student council executive was also a result of his strong sense of justice.

Ranked second in duel records across all grades, only behind the student council president, Clyde, his motto was to settle disputes through duels.

Rubiton turned his gaze not to Erik, but to Muto.

"Second-year Muto, was it? I owe you for looking after my juniors. I was planning to thank you someday."

"Oh, that self-proclaimed executive of the Rubiton faction? He was so weak it made me sleepy."

"Then I won't hold back."

As he spoke, Rubiton glanced at Scaraba standing near Muto.

Scaraba and others who had lost to Muto and his group had all joined one of the three factions.

They were absorbing factions and expanding their influence.

Here, the leaders of five factions—Rubiton, Togari, Erik, Muto, and Shemna—faced off.

"Scaraba, are you really okay with this?"

"You've always said it, Rubiton. Stick with the strong. I'm fine as long as I can get a sweet deal."

Rubiton resignedly faced Muto.

The duel began on the field, and Rubiton didn't hold back just because Muto was a junior.

His skills, honed through leading the Magic Combat Club to the continental championships, were genuine, combining martial arts with magic.

By using fire magic to raise his body temperature, he activated his body's potential, enhancing his physical abilities explosively with magical reinforcement.

His destructive power was unmatched in the academy, and no one had ever withstood the explosive force of his punches.

Known as the Blinking Fist for ending all his duels with a single strike—but...

"Gah...!"

"Hmm, senior, you're too weak... Ended in one hit."

Rubiton spat blood and collapsed on the field.

Looking up, he saw the silhouette of a tattered-robed grim reaper overlapping with Muto.

For the first time in his life, he trembled, having always stood by the weak and never backing down from any opponent.

"What... is that...?"

"What are you talking about? Senior, you're really weak... I'm getting sleepy... Yawn~"

"Kuh!"

After that, Rubiton was thoroughly beaten by Muto.

Not even thrown out of the field, it looked to everyone as if Rubiton was being toyed with.

"The Magic Combat Club uses magic to enhance their bodies and martial arts, right? Like this... Acho!"

"Gah!"

"Hoataa—!"

"Goh...!"

Rubiton staggered and fell out of the field after a kick from Muto.

By the time Muto got bored, the light had gone out of Rubiton's eyes.

"Bored. Next, Shemna or Erik, you can take over."

"Hmph, always acting like a loner. I'll show you what a real fight looks like."

Shemna's opponent was Togari.

Togari, with spiked hair and piercings all over his ears and nose, glared at Shemna with his hands in his pockets.

"Shemnaa, you took out most of my soldiers. What are you gonna do about it...? I'm pissed, you know? Huh? Huh?"

"How should I know? You were acting all high and mighty. The loser's to blame."

"Then I won't regret humiliating you! Become the wind!"

Togari excelled in wind magic, riding on the wind itself.

"Become the wind" was no metaphor.

He danced proudly on any wind, earning him the nickname "Storm Rider."

Most opponents couldn't even stand against the wind, being lifted and assaulted by Togari's blades.

He further unleashed a storm of knives within the field.

The academy's most reckless, spectators silently repeated his other nickname.

"Shut up."

But Togari was slammed to the ground, bleeding.

The match ended in an instant.

Shemna stepped on Togari's neck, producing a sickening crack, and he was out of the field.

As she stepped out, she spat on the panting Togari.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Stay down, trash. Don't let me see your ugly face again."

"That's foul! What was that power? That's not magic!"

"Shut up."

Shemna kicked Togari away.

Then, Erik entered the field.

"What a hassle. Senior Togari, if you won't accept it, I'll take on everyone at once."

"Huh!? Are you insane!?"

"You can't accept it, can you? Then we should continue until we reach an understanding. Right?"

"Bring it on!"

All members of the Togari and Rubiton factions challenged Erik at once.

The match ended in just 30 seconds, during which the faction members even begged for their lives.

Forgetting they were in a field, they cried and wet themselves.

This battle later became known as the "Devil's 30 Seconds" within the academy.

Simultaneously, the academy's power structure was drastically rewritten, and a new top faction emerged.

The Erik, Shemna, and Muto factions.

Their overwhelming strength earned them the collective name "The Three Strong," and applications to join their factions never ceased.

Those riding on their coattails surged, casting a dark cloud over the academy's peace.