I Became the Savior of the Academy’s Villains Chapter 13

Novel: I Became the Savior of the Academy’s Villains Author: Xlordfifth Updated: Jun 03, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 13 from I Became the Savior of the Academy’s Villains, a Action novel by Xlordfifth.

[You have t the conditions, so hints have been added.]

[The Shadow Cast Over the Academy]

― Find a person associated with the academy's darkness. (○)

― Encounter the darkness of the academy face-to-face.

-???

[The Undying Princess]

― Befriend Brid Ceteg Hernan's fake identity, Milia Fille. (○)

― Save Milia Fille and Isella from danger.

-???

*If you et two more of the basic hint conditions, additional hints will be provided.

Once again, the collected hints had been updated.

Perhaps because there was still so little known, only a few sections were unlocked.

But the content that was added was very intriguing.

'It's a bit worrying that Milia Fille and Isella will be put in danger, but what bothers even more are the additional hints.'

Speaking as a voracious reader relying on intuition, those "basic hints" that need to be t are probably the things that the so-called god told him to do—that is, the MacGuffins he needs to collect.

― Hello! I'm the god of the Pandia world!

― You've been chosen! You've been granted the chance to live a new life in our world!

― I sincerely hope you'll help complete our world's story, dear reader!

Luca's previous life—well, Lee Myunghyun as he was—didn't rember in detail, but he had made so kind of contract with the god of this Pandia world.

The hints he was given were to help him achieve that.

The additional hints ntioned here seed likely to be clues that would make that achievent easier, in other words, fateful opportunities or chances that weren't written directly into the original story.

'Maybe it's sothing like the location of the fifth great soul, the one even the protagonist never obtained?'

Thinking that, Luca felt a little excited.

'Co to think of it, I shouldn't forget that this is a year before the original story begins—I slipped up there.'

This was a common developnt and a situation he had seen before.

When you et soone who appears in the story's middle or later stages at an early point, and their personality is so different it's bewildering.

But actually thinking rationally all the ti in a new life proved to be easier said than done.

'Of course, not everyone is like that, but I should be careful not to judge too much by preconceived notions.'

With that in mind, Luca looked at the naplate in front of him.

'Kryphi Mosto.'

He had co to Kryphi's office after lunch and the afternoon class.

'I wonder what he was like before being demoted to E-Class instructor.'

He had known the answer the mont he saw Isella in swordsmanship class.

The reason Kryphi Mosto had been dropped to handling E-Class:

It was probably because of Milia, who beca enraged over the discrimination against Isella.

Kryphi as depicted in the original work was downright petty and disgusting.

But since this was earlier than the original tiline, Luca figured he probably wasn't quite at peak awfulness yet.

'He was described as being rather strong, but his whereabouts beco very vague after being defeated by the protagonist. That always bothered .'

The fact that he's a two-ti winner of the Empire's Swordsmanship Competition already makes him a noteworthy figure.

But what bothered Luca even more was the section where the protagonist's ntor—the "Empire's Strongest Swordsman in the Past"—ntions in the middle of the first loop's war arc, "If that guy had been here, this war would've ended much more easily."

'That's why the protagonist once considered saving him, too.'

Of course, his actions were so vile that he was always beaten down and eventually kicked out of the academy.

'There were even comnts on the saying that bit with the teacher coming into the student cafeteria and making soone drop a tray must co from the author's real-life experiences.'

After briefly recalling that petty episode, Luca took a deep breath and knocked.

Knock knock.

"Co in."

The answer ca almost instantly, as if he had been expected. Luca controlled his expression and walked in,

reminding himself once again that the person in his mories and Kryphi now were not the sa.

Kryphi was reading over so docunts.

"My apologies. There's always a lot of work at the start of the term."

"It's all right."

"Please, have a seat over there. Help yourself to anything in the cupboard."

He said so, but there were only a few bottles of alcohol and so biscuits—no tea or coffee.

"Oh, but you shouldn't have alcohol, of course. We're still on the clock."

"Yes."

"Hm? Now that I think about it, I should stock so tea or coffee. There's hardly anyone who visits, so I'd forgotten."

As Kryphi gave a sheepish grin, Luca shook his head slowly.

"It's fine. I don't drink much of anything, anyway."

"As expected of a mber of a distinguished swordsmanship family."

After that exchange of aningless small talk,

Kryphi went back to his work.

Luca glanced over and, seeing no sign of attention, pulled out his phone and skimd through his notes.

'If they're in danger even with the Moonlight Knight around, what kind of threat must be coming? I have to try and anticipate that.'

Isella, the Moonlight Knight whom not even the protagonist could possibly defeat in his first run.

And Milia, who wielded outstanding magic and always displayed quick wits in a crisis, using the divine artifact 'Dinsion Core'.

What could happen in the span of a year to change those two so completely?

'It's highly likely that the demons, the root of all evil, are behind it...but sothing feels off.'

Sohow, he felt there must be deeper circumstances.

But before he could ponder more, Kryphi finished his work.

"Finally done. I apologize for making you wait so long."

"It's fine."

Sitting down across from Luca, Kryphi clasped his hands and seed to think for a mont about what to say, then spoke.

"First, thank you. For the first ti, the students in my class showed real enthusiasm because of you."

"What do you an...?"

"They were inspired seeing you two spar using only the basics. Even those who don't dream of being warriors said it was a duel worth longing for—it's only natural."

The look in Kryphi's eyes seed subtly dark as he spoke.

Kryphi was weary of being a teacher.

No matter how enthusiastically he taught, the students never listened.

It's true, he acted out of an ulterior desire for status, but he also genuinely wanted to produce excellent swordsn.

But, given that he was an "SA Class" instructor, no one had any interest in his classes.

On top of that, what he taught was basic swordsmanship, which was seen as boring.

The students only acted for the sake of grades.

'If no one's going to follow, no matter how passionate I am...maybe I should just let it be.'

In the end, he gave up.

Instead, he chose to ingratiate himself with students by showing so usefulness however possible.

Students from high or soon-to-be-high status families got good grades and kind words;

students from commoner or low status backgrounds got harsher treatnt by design.

After all, people intoxicated with authority look down on the lower ranks even more.

"Seeing the other students' attitudes change thanks to you two made reflect on myself. It even reminded of the spirit of a martial artist I'd forgotten. I really wanted to thank you again."

As Kryphi bowed his head, Luca found himself at a loss for words.

Whatever he said would be awkward.

Apparently Kryphi realized this too, as he said nothing further.

"Well then, let's move on to the main point. I'll say this to Isella as well, but I'd like to ask Luca first. Will you continue taking my class?"

"What do you an?"

Luca, unable to read Kryphi's intentions, questioned him back.

"What I teach is basic swordsmanship. But as far as I can see, both of you have already mastered the basics. The only thing you need now is experience, which I don't believe my class can provide."

"So you an...?"

"I'll allow you to take the S-Class class, instead of the SA-Class. Fortunately, I know one of the S-Class instructors personally. He would surely be able to take both of you to greater heights."

'That person...'

Surely he ant the 'Empire's Strongest Swordsman of the Past', the protagonist's ntor, and the continent's greatest swordsman.

Of course, becoming such a person's disciple would be a great honor and chance.

But Luca had no intention of accepting.

'If I do that, I'll have a 100% chance of clashing with the protagonist. I definitely don't want to tangle with that mad dog.'

Luca wanted, above all, to avoid entanglent with the protagonist.

He just wished to avert his own predetermined ruin.

He didn't want to build bonds with the protagonist or overco hardship together.

"Thank you for the offer, but I don't want to learn swordsmanship from anyone else. If anything, I only want to refine the basics."

"If you knew who I was offering to introduce, you wouldn't say that. That person could, if I may be so bold, make you 'the first heir to your house'."

"......"

Luca narrowed his eyes at Kryphi's words.

At that reaction, Kryphi raised both hands, plainly realizing he'd misspoken.

"My apologies; that was a careless remark."

"... Sir Mosto. If you say such a rude thing once more, I'll bring it up formally."

As a trace of killing intent flashed in Luca's eyes, Kryphi swallowed nervously.

"I'll be careful."

'So even if he's looked down on as the family's second son, a Fang's blood really is a Fang.'

From Kryphi's side, it was a kind of attempt to latch on.

He'd heard plenty about how skilled Wylde Traverse was. He'd even seen him teach before.

But after watching Luca's performance this ti, he didn't feel the gap between them was nearly as big as he had thought.

Wylde Traverse, the so-called return of the Fang, certainly had incredible talent, but what he felt from Luca—the potential—was nothing to laugh at.

"Still, let say this: you have no chance of beating Wylde Traverse as you are now. If you think that's rude, you're free to challenge to a formal duel. But I hope you'll at least hear out."

So, with so risk, Kryphi continued.

It was because he sensed possibility, even charm, in this person called Luca Traverse.

"... I'll listen."

"Your family's swordsmanship is indeed outstanding. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it one of the best in the continent. However, it is not the right swordsmanship for you."

"Kryphi Mosto."

Luca's face twisted gruesoly.

It wasn't his own will.

It was the leftover fragnts of 'Luca Traverse' that couldn't tolerate that statent.

"I know it's unpleasant, but you must accept it. This is the first ti I, Kryphi Mosto, have spoken from the heart since coming to the academy."

Despite Luca's negative response, Kryphi didn't back down.

"I suspect you can feel it, too: that the swordsmanship you use doesn't suit you. Even so, you hold onto it to avoid disgracing yourself as your family's second son."

"Enough! If you say any more..."

"I can improve it for you."

Luca froze; Kryphi's expression turned serious.

"There's a reason why I am called the 'Nightmare of the Battlefield'. It's not just because of a single sword style, but because I absorb and master every style I see or encounter, and alter them so as to make myself impossible to face. I can reshape the Traverse family's swordsmanship into sothing that fits you."

"..."

"Trust . I'll help you defeat your brother."

Kryphi continued, his tone strong and sincere to the end.

But Luca could not respond.

'What the hell did this bastard just say?'

There was sothing in Kryphi's words that was just too shocking.

So much so that it managed to suppress even Luca Traverse' emotions.

― Damn it, how did you get that sword skill...?!

― Surprised? This is the power called 'Imitation', made from my innate ability mixed with Demons' techniques. The power to absorb and master any skill I've encountered, and transform it so others can't counter it...

A famous conversation between the protagonist and a mid-to-late ga boss flashed through Luca's mind.

It was like the gears in his head suddenly snapped into place.

'So Kryphi was the Imitator all along?'

Bzzz bzzz!

Just then, his phone vibrated incessantly.

[You have t the conditions, so hints have been added.]

[You have t the conditions, so hints have been updated.]

[The Nightmare of the Battlefield, Kryphi Mosto → A Martial Artist's Nightmare, Imitator]

― Attend Kryphi Mosto's class and earn his goodwill. (○)

― Realize that Kryphi Mosto's abilities and those of the Imitator are one and the sa. (○)

-???

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