Episode 29
EPISODE.15
What on earth were you trying to say?
Russell shook his head, clearing the doubts in his mind.
‘For now, let’s focus on the interview.’
As I stepped into the interview room, I took a slow, deep breath.
‘after.’
As you enter, you can see the selectors sitting in their seats.
As if surrounding the door coming in. Selectors sitting in a fan-shaped shape.
Although he had never had an interview in person, he had heard so many rumors about him that it bothered his ears.
‘If you’ve paid a grade for several years, you should have at least some of that left over.’
It wasn’t something I was very proud of, though.
Anyway, for that reason.
Russell knew that today’s interview was a little different from the usual.
In general, interviews are usually conducted to judge a person’s character, personality, etc.
but.
‘Most of the wizards in the Magic Tower are crazy about magic.’
What they really want to check is not personality or character.
‘High-level theories that are difficult to learn at the academy, and things like the direction of ideas that can be reached using them.’
Russell, who relieved his tension by correcting his breathing, assessed the content of the test with calmer eyes.
‘That doesn’t mean I don’t care about character or personality at all, but-.’
As soon as I finished sorting out the thoughts that crossed my mind for a brief moment, the selection officers spoke to me as if they had been waiting for me.
“It looks like you’re ready.”
“Then can we start the interview now?”
Then, a strong magical power attacked Russell.
The magic power that the selectors gathered in the room deliberately exert to pressure the interviewees. Russell, feeling the momentum, made a small complaint.
‘I guess that’s why they said it was a pressure interview.’
A vortex of magical power artificially created by the selectors.
Maintaining composure and answering their questions was not an easy task.
It must have felt like pressure from all directions.
However, this was only a problem that only applied to the level of academy students.
This was not applicable to him, who already had skills similar to those of a first-time professor at the academy.
Some selectors from small local magic towers also had four rings like that.
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“For that matter, a wizard from 300 years ago. If you use the formula created by Lord Orgen… … .”
“This is because the formula itself is wrong when it comes to the concept of material circulation. So, modify it like this… … .”
“If the medicine is prepared according to these ingredients, it will have the desired effect to some extent, but I think it would be good to modify the ratio of ingredients like this if possible. “I recently saw a paper that said that if you do this, efficiency will increase by about 30%.”
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These are not only questions about general magic formulas, but also broad questions that extend to alchemy and magical medicine.
However, there is nothing among them that he cannot answer.
Russell, flowing a whirlpool of magic with his own magic, answered the selectors’ questions without hesitation.
‘If you don’t just follow the academy’s classes and do additional study and research on your own, you can answer about 70% of the questions.’
Since he was already reading books in the professor’s library rather than the student’s library, there was no need to bring up the teachings he received from Daria.
“For that matter… … .”
An answer that flows out as soon as a question or problem is raised.
When that happened, it was the selectors who were surprised.
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‘her. I heard that I received teachings from Daria, indeed.’
‘Even though he is not that old, he is so resolute that he withstands our magical power and answers without even wavering.’
‘I’m jealous. ‘I’m jealous.’
‘I’d like to bring him to our tower somehow, but it’s going to be difficult.’
‘But that doesn’t mean we can’t ask our pagoda lord to negotiate with the lord of Yeomtap.’
‘If that happens, you will definitely come back with charcoal black instead of eyebrows. Grump.’
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The most delicious food is in front of you, but you are in a situation where you can’t do anything and just have to satisfy your appetite.
Of all of them, the most heartbreaking thing was, of course, the selection officer who came out of the window tower.
The Spear Tower and the Flame Tower have a long-standing rivalry.
There wasn’t any ill-fated relationship, but it was clear that they cared about each other.
From that perspective, I ended up handing over such a talented person to Yeomtap.
How can you not feel sick to your stomach?
‘But that doesn’t mean we can’t take out someone who has already become Daria’s previous disciple. It’s a shame. ‘It’s a shame.’
I wish I had met this guy near our window tower first.
If I had known this would happen, I would not have called back the wizard who was dispatched to Walker Hill as a professor to the tower.
That’s what I thought.
Although it wasn’t as bad as the selectors at the Spear Tower, the other two selectors at the Magic Tower also had stomachaches.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t show those feelings in front of the ‘Crazy Tiger of the Flame Tower’.
The selector of the royal capital, White Tower, who resolutely controlled his emotions, spoke to Vermilion who was sitting next to him.
“Not only are you able to bring in such a talented person as a junior to the tower, but you also accept him as the youngest priest. “I really envy you today.”
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A very sincere compliment.
However, upon hearing the praise, Vermilion’s attitude was just sour.
“exactly?”
Low but heavy.
The voice, which would have sounded arrogant if the tone had been raised just a little, resonates heavily.
It was also around that time that the selectors sitting in their seats felt something was strange.
‘Now that I think about it, Vermilion Ulsen. this person… … .’
‘Only this turn, you haven’t asked a single question yet.’
It was completely different from the previous questions asked about things like grit, passion, and sports to students who came in before.
‘Are you saying this is a fish that has already been caught?’
Thinking like that, the window tower screener turned his head, and what was reflected in his eyes was-.
“… … .”
-Keep your mouth shut.
It was Ulsen’s face, just staring at Russell with a numb gaze.
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.
Until the interview is finally over.
Ulsen didn’t even ask Russell a single question.
Just as he did when he first came in, he was just staring with indifferent eyes.
Russell was so annoyed by that gaze that he sighed as he left the interview room.
“after.”
With the indifferent eyes on top of the tiger-like face, I felt quite pressured.
Moreover, privately, it was also the biggest and first execution.
Thanks to this, the psychological burden Russell suffered was beyond imagination.
‘Anyway, the interview is over.’
I was a little concerned about Ulsen’s attitude, but other than that, he answered all my questions without hesitation.
‘Shall I at least report this to Professor Hubert?’
Thinking like that, Russell, who was leaving the interview room, turned around.
I thought that perhaps I might be able to hear a story I hadn’t heard before.
‘For now, this is the end of the first day’s schedule. And tomorrow… … .’
It is the day of the final exam, the selection of top candidates held over two days.
The content of the final test is, of course, magic combat.
‘If the first two tests were to test theoretical knowledge, the last test will be to check your capabilities in practice.’
As long as we finish the magic battle tomorrow, the selection of the tower will be complete.
The selectors returned the next day.
‘When did the results come out?’
After some time assessing the future plans, Russell had already arrived in front of Hubert’s office.
But I couldn’t meet Hubert.
The reason is that there is no sign of anything coming from inside the office.
I tried to open the door just in case, but it clicked.
A locked door just makes an old clanging sound, and remains the same. I didn’t think it would open.
‘Well, if you were going to be away for a while, you would have at least hung a sign in front of the door.’
Since that wasn’t the case, it seems like there was a prior agreement.
Russell had no choice but to turn around and head to the dormitory.
So, the selection of the top.
The first day passed without incident.
* * *
The place where the second and final exam was held was the duel training hall set up inside the academy.
A large training ground rose in the center, and the characteristic of the training ground was that there was a large space that looked like spectator seating along the perimeter.
-.
A strange tension flows between the students sitting in that space, Chuck.
Russell, who entered the venue, could easily read the tension.
‘It’s worth it.’
Because this was an opportunity to prove one’s worth as a ‘War Mage’.
Although a peace agreement was signed with the empire a few years ago, the current situation in the kingdom is that secret struggles are still taking place in various places.
Therefore, the treatment of ‘War Mages’ was nothing compared to ordinary wizards.
As everyone glances at each other, a group of people soon enter the training hall.
Jerk, jerk.
The academy’s teachers were present for safety, and a group of people followed behind.
They were selectors.
As soon as they all come inside, one of the professors who was looking around the room opens his mouth.
“Okay then, before we start the final exam… … .”
One of the professors in Russell’s memory who was in charge of the magic combat course the day before.
“Let’s get these first.”
While looking around at the students, he unwrapped a small bundle and lightly threw it into the air.
Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Then, the items contained inside flew into the air and scattered among the students.
One per person.
It’s a fairly sophisticated application of wind magic.
“Number 47?”
“I’m number 29?”
A murmur escaped from the students who were each checking what they had received.
What flew in was some kind of number tag.
‘I am number 62.’
Russell also checked the numbers written on the number tag.
It was around that time that another professor came forward.
In his arms, he is holding a box about the size of two human heads.
There was a rattling sound every time it moved, wondering what was inside.
“Some of you may have already guessed, but the number cards we gave you are used to decide who you will be dealing with.”
Inside the box were balls with the same numbers as those given out.
Two of the balls were taken out, and the two people with the numbers that came up faced each other on the training ground.
“The winner will take a short break and then select the next opponent to continue the match, and the loser will be eliminated on the spot.”
A rule that can be said to be harsh at first glance, not even giving a second chance.
But I can’t help it.
This is a place to test the War Mage’s capabilities.
War Mages were those who participated in the war, and those who always had death by their side could not have a second chance.
A sense of solemnity begins to appear on the children’s faces, and they start to rattle.
The professor put his hand into the box.
“If you surrender first or are pushed out of the training hall, you will be defeated. Beyond that, if we think there is no point in continuing the fight, that is the end.”
He checked the two balls that came out of his hand and called out their numbers.
“Then the first ones are numbers 5 and 17. “Come up to the training ground.”
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A training ground built to the height of an adult male’s waist.
Every time the students who climbed up there used magic, light flashed non-stop and an explosion sounded.
bang.
Grumble, boom!
Flames devour the wind, and the earth absorbs moisture.
A sight that seemed to prove that the past four years spent at the Academy were not meaningless.
Of course, even so, there was a clear difference in skill.
Even though it was the same four years, some people had a more intense time and others had more talent than that.
The joys and sorrows of winners and losers have already intersected several times.
Students seated outside also stared at the scene.
There were also people who counted something with their fingers or were lost in thought for a moment.
Because he knew that whoever won this battle might become his next opponent.
As the fates of the winner and loser intersect once again.
“Then next is number 62 and-.”
Russell’s number and.
“It’s number 53.”
The other person’s number was called.
Then, from a little distance away, the person presumed to be the opponent stood up.
‘Let’s see… … .’
Gordon Rolland.
Along with a somewhat familiar appearance, two old memories popped up in my mind.
wizard who swallowed a dragon
