So I'm a Snake, Who Cares?

There was a reason he neutralized the trap this way.

"There are three traps remaining."

"Four."

The two professors found and disabled only the lethal traps.

The students would have to research, analyze, and overcome the rest themselves.

While some dangerous ones remained among the traps, this was a world where that level of danger was acceptable.

"Who will go first? About three people would be good."

When Obern asked this, there was a student who confidently raised their hand.

"I'll do it."

It was Second Prince Leon.

Just earlier, Obern had properly rebuked him.

While he could have been upset, there wasn't even a crack in that smile.

"We'll assist."

"Me too."

When the Second Prince stepped up, his followers naturally volunteered.

When Obern frowned and asked if there were any more volunteers, no one raised their hand.

Well, who would raise their hand after the prince and his confidants stepped up?

And so Prince Leon, the Knight Commander's son what's-his-name, and the witch's daughter stepped forward.

All eyes focused on them.

Unlike Phili, Prince Leon looked princely and handsome by anyone's standards.

His build was so grand that he would likely grow as tall as Obern or Gunter later.

For reference, I was on the shorter side in my previous life.

While I had no complaints, I was curious what it would be like to look down on people.

That's when it happened.

Suddenly, the Knight Commander's son handed an axe spear to the prince.

Well, I can understand why he suddenly took up an axe spear.

Among the traps, there were some uncomfortable to touch by hand.

But why specifically an axe spear?

I hate axe spears.

Because of Gunter, who chopped off Mother Medusa's head with an axe spear back then.

'Obern, why is he suddenly holding an axe spear?'

I asked without much thought, but.

'Because Prince Leon is Steel's disciple.'

'What?'

For a moment, I thought I'd misheard.

'Steel as in Gunter?'

'Yes, that's right.'

'That bastard Gunter's disciple!'

Could it be, could it really be?

Well, Gunter did seem to be a famous knight... hmm, it's entirely possible.

'Are you acquainted with Sir Gunter?'

'Don't honorifically call that guy "Sir" in front of me. He is my rival and nemesis.'

'...I see that was your relationship. As expected, you're amazing.'

Pelerian gave a sarcastic comment from the side.

"He probably doesn't even know you exist. I didn't know such rival relationships existed."

I completely ignored him.

Right, so he's Gunter's disciple.

Let's see how skilled he is.

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[Second Prince Leon lv41]

[Title]

[Golden Prince]

[Traits]

[Bright], [Cold-blooded]

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Why is that level so high!

He even had a title.

Golden Prince, how cool.

The Cold-blooded trait suited Gunter.

Sure enough, looking at his skills, the connection with Gunter was clear.

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[Skills]

[Command lv2], [Valarian Axe Spear Technique lv13]...[Heavenly Thunder Spirit lv1]

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Even Heavenly Thunder Spirit!

I shouldn't use Heavenly Thunder Spirit in front of him.

Though my way of using Heavenly Thunder Spirit is different from Gunter's, I should be careful.

"Your Highness, I'll use magic detection."

As the witch's daughter muttered something, her eyes soon turned blue.

And when she pointed to a spot on the ceiling, the Knight Commander's son stepped up.

He drew a short spear and threw it at that spot on the ceiling.

The spear flew fiercely.

Crash!

The short spear stuck in the ceiling.

An admirable strike.

The Knight Commander's son had clearly trained his inner power.

But until then, nothing had happened.

The Second Prince took a step forward.

'Please trip and fall.'

I had a simple hope that Gunter's disciple would be embarrassed.

Who knew the Second Prince would shout.

"Heavenly Thunder Spirit-!"

Announcing technique names, he's writing his own martial arts novel.

I wondered why he was using Heavenly Thunder Spirit underground with the sky blocked, but.

Blue lightning crackled from the axe spear...

Crack!

With a thunderous sound, electricity burst forth.

It showed no lack of power compared to using it outside.

"Snake, watch carefully and learn!"

I was planning to do so even without Pelerian saying it.

I was already using magic detection to thoroughly examine what he was doing.

I couldn't perfectly grasp it just by watching.

But there was something certain.

"So charge storage is possible! This means it can be used at range too, just like lightning magic."

Charge storage. In other words, Heavenly Thunder Spirit could store and release electricity.

This is worth researching.

The electricity that extended from the prince's axe spear seeped into the short spear stuck in the ceiling.

And simultaneously destroyed all the mechanisms hidden in that ceiling.

Whoosh-

Dust and ash-like substances fell from between the ceiling bricks.

The most troublesome trap was neutralized.

Three traps remained but those were quickly dismantled too.

Leon and his subordinates quickly passed through the trap-dense zone.

"Ha!"

And while flashing a refreshing smile, he made a V-sign with his hand.

"Wow! As expected of His Highness Leon!"

"Amazing!"

The third-years clapped enthusiastically.

Professor Daemon also grinned.

"3 minutes 32 seconds. Not bad."

Not bad? His smile is as wide as a wooden basin.

Obern maintained his expressionless face as he walked.

The next trap-dense zone appeared not long after.

After removing the lethal elements, the number of remaining traps was also four.

"Now it's our turn."

He turned his head to select volunteers from the first-years.

Surprisingly, Prince Phili didn't raise his hand immediately.

After watching nervously for a while, he raised his hand as if he had no choice.

And only after Rania jabbed him in the ribs.

"I-I'll do it."

Compared to the Second Prince who was Gunter's disciple, his spirit was too lacking.

Naturally, Amain and Rania also volunteered together.

'Obern! Call that Phili fellow over here.'

I had Obern call the prince over.

"Come closer to hear."

As I tried to whisper, Daemon interrupted.

"Professor Obern, planning to give hints?"

"Nothing like that. Just want to offer some encouragement."

After glaring once at Daemon, Obern brought his mouth to the prince's ear.

Phili gulped.

'Obern, deliver this exactly without changing a single syllable.'

And Obern relayed my words.

"Prince, if you can't finish within 3 minutes 32 seconds, it's one hundred lashes."

"...?"

Phili wore an expression like he must have misheard.

Obern also closed his eyes tightly as if moved.

I hadn't finished delivering my message yet.

'Say it! Say it to the end!'

He let out a trembling sigh and whispered again.

"With real force, one hundred times."

"..."

Prince Phili rolled his eyes around and gulped.