EP.38 There is a rotten smell (3)
Aplia Academy is a place where talented wizards gather. Although there may be differences in talent, each student has his or her own talent.
That became mana.
It became the depth of magic.
Or, it means that everyone who was born with intuition has one thing that makes them special.
And, it is in times of crisis that that talent shines.
“This way.”
Department of Combat Magic, Lina points in the direction.
As a nobleman’s hunting dog, she has an outstanding talent for finding traces.
“This is the way out.”
Even in the dark, she finds her way accurately.
“Um, I understand.”
When she shows the way, Lark pulls out his axe. She jumps among the demonic beasts blocking her path. Students run along the path he blazed.
“Bellnoa?”
“lakh?”
Lark, who was wandering among the demonic beasts, encounters Belnoa. Belle Noah opened the door and came out due to the commotion and looked around her.
“·····.”
In slums, quick judgment of the situation leads to survival. Belnoa, who lived there, was quick to judge.
He immediately understands the situation and pulls out the shadow.
He takes his stance next to Lark.
There is no need for any further conversation between the two.
“I will sweep the front.”
“I will assist you.”
Lark runs forward.
Belnoa extends his shadow thorn and chases after Lark. The demonic beasts fall at a rapid pace. The number of demonic beasts occupying the Central Academic Building decreases.
When I went down from the 3rd floor to the 1st floor, to the entrance.
Lark no longer had to swing the axe.
“·····.”
There are no magic beasts left on the first floor.
To be more precise, there are no living demonic beasts.
The only things wandering around there are summoned beasts controlled by one student. The flesh of the demonic beast is stuck in the mouth of the summoned beast that resembles a wolf.
“ah.”
She looks back at Lark.
A girl with light purple hair.
Summoner, Resty.
She points to the door.
“let’s go.”
I don’t fight all demon beasts. Among them, there are magical beasts that are difficult for students to deal with.
Sometimes I hide. Sometimes, it gets its way by luring it with a pet summoned by Resty.
When running and hiding is impossible, Belnoir snaps his fingers. Lark lunges, clashing her hatchets. Resty’s summons assist him.
So they move forward little by little.
“I found the students.”
“I want your support.”
Eventually, the knights discover the student.
After cutting down the demon beasts, they stayed by the students’ side and guided them to the safe area.
“Are you Prince Rak?”
“It’s a Lakh within Aplia.”
A knight recognizes Lark.
This is a knight who saw the students engaging the demonic beast from a short distance away and quickly rushed over.
He looks at the gathered students.
‘As expected, excellent.’
Among them, three stand out the most.
Battle-mage, Lark.
Shaman, Belnoa.
Summoner, Resty.
‘Is this really a party of three wizards?’
This is a party so well balanced that it raises such questions.
‘The replacement of the front and rear rows is flexible.’
In the knight’s eyes, the party’s composition was not inferior at all compared to the knight order he belonged to.
‘That’s amazing.’
With a brief exclamation, the driver takes the lead.
Eventually, they arrived at the central order training room where students and professors gathered.
“······.”
The moment you step into the spell training room.
“hmm.”
Lark suddenly muttered.
“It smells rotten.”
2.
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Assistant Professor of Combat Magic, Celt.
He is a soldier-turned-professor.
He was a former soldier on the battlefield and was discharged after being injured. He was accompanied by the knight he served, Mac Hart.
And, at some point, the Celts became renegades.
Celt also does not clearly know why he became a renegade.
Was it an inferiority complex toward geniuses?
Was it because of injuries sustained on the battlefield?
Or was it because f*cking McHart never made him a professor and kept him an assistant professor for the past few years?
‘Maybe that was all.’
Nowadays, it is not a very important issue.
The Celts followed the prophet and became apostates.
The Prophet said: His army will soon overrun the royal capital. Humans wouldn’t be able to survive.
It’s possible to survive there.
It was only a traitor like himself who betrayed humanity.
‘And, I offered a reward.’
Patience was bitter, corruption was sweet.
He, who had only seen bitterness in his life, had no reason to reject sweetness. That’s how Celt became a renegade.
‘It is a power that cannot be compared to before.’
Right now, I felt like I could crush that guy’s head with one hand. Kelt smiled sinisterly and assessed the demonic beasts in his mind.
Many demons have already died.
The demonic beasts are dying at a strangely fast rate, but it doesn’t matter if I go anyway.
‘That’s not the purpose.’
His purpose is to buy time for the prophet. It is to attract attention so that the prophet can act.
The demonic beast is nothing more than a smokescreen.
It’s faster than expected, but it’s not a problem.
‘It’s almost time.’
The Celts polished pieces of the ‘altar’, which they carried in the pockets of their robes. His mission is completed by detonating this in this place where the students are gathered.
‘Then, you can go to his side.’
You could throw away this human body and get a completely new body.
Thinking like that.
It was the moment when Celt was about to pull out a piece.
-Kkiiiiik.
The door opens with a creak.
The smell of blood is wafting out. The smell of blood was mixed with the foul smell, but in the midst of it all, Celt felt a faint scent.
‘The scent of the altar.’
The scent of magic wafting from the altar.
Raise your head and look at the door.
There is a girl standing there.
“ah.”
She takes something out of her robe.
Kelt’s eyes widen. It is an altar. The altar that must have been hidden deep down is in her hands.
Grab it.
The altar starts to twist with a crackling sound.
Kelt unconsciously reached out his hand towards her. How precious is that, like that…
and.
“under.”
She bursts out laughing.
“found.”
3.
found.
At that one word, Kelt lost his breath.
It is far. She has a barrier placed between her and herself by her professors. It takes time for her professors to change the structure of her barrier and accept her.
‘It’s enough time to run away.’
However, the moment I saw those blue eyes.
Kelt felt as if his whole body was frozen.
‘You can’t run away.’
Your intuition warns you so.
I unconsciously took a step back.
And, that gives Rania confidence.
Kwasik.
The girl kicks the ground.
The floor of the spell training room, which was designed to withstand advanced spells, cracks. The distance narrows in an instant. Her barrier blocks her, but it is of no use to her.
– Crispy.
Something is flashing.
The barrier that the professors had set up is broken without power.
Fragments of the shattered barrier are flying.
The girl takes another step through the debris.
‘fast!’
Celts think.
Is there a way out of this situation? It is impossible to run away on your own.
Make a judgment.
‘Anyway, as long as he retrieves my soul, that’s the end of the story.’
You can throw away this body.
After reaching that conclusion, Celt extends his hand. He tries to grab the student next to him.
‘Take them hostage and bide their time.’
All you have to do is take hostages to buy time until he retrieves his soul. With that intention, Kelt reaches out to her student.
The movement of the renegade Celt was fast. The student is not even aware that Celt is reaching out.
‘I’m faster.’
When calculating the approaching speed and distance, the first thing to do is to grab the student’s neck.
And, the calculation is correct.
The girl who came close to me stretched out her hand. However, Celt’s hand was a little faster than his.
‘I was faster!’
like that.
“ah?”
The Celts were mistaken.
Smite.
Kwasik!
The finger that was trying to grab the student’s neck breaks. Her arms fly up into the sky. My arm broke with a crunching sound due to the intangible shock wave.
order.
The spell, completed so quickly and imperceptibly, cut off Celt’s arm. There is no time to moan in pain.
The hand that came right before my eyes.
Kwasik!
Grabs Kelt’s head.
“Ugh, wow!”
Celt screams in pain as his head is being squeezed. The girl doesn’t mind it. She put her foot down in the air.
Coo!
The floor of the spell training room is dented.
Even then, the speed cannot be completely reduced. Her shoes drag on the floor with a clicking sound.
Bingle.
As if driven by momentum, her body spins around. The Celt holding her by the scruff of her neck also spins around.
“hey.”
A sound that only his ears can hear.
“Clench your teeth, you bitch.”
Celt looks at the girl’s face.
Through the gap between the girl’s fingers, her eyes are visible.
Blue eyes.
Those blue eyes are staring straight at you.
Those are creepy eyes. The blatant hostility contained within it is suffocating the Celts.
That encounter lasted only for a moment.
It feels like my body is floating in the air.
I feel a sense of floating. Balance is lost. I lose direction due to the broken balance.
Lost direction.
The girl’s grasp gives direction to that place.
It is taken from top to bottom.
‘how?’
With the skull caught.
‘Where?’
To the floor.
Even though I know it, there is no way to resist it. Kelt’s eyes widen. All senses of death are stretched to their limits.
Tick, tidik.
Sparks fly from the fingers clutching the skull.
A very small spark. The girl’s five fingers shine.
Eventually, the order comes out.
Even Celts who are watching it up close cannot tell exactly what spells were cast, how many spells were cast.
The light flashes.
Multi-Casting.
Spell-Reinforce.
Spell-Boost.
Celt reflexively raised his magic energy.
The body was surrounded by demonic energy to protect it.
Anti-Spell.
Anti-Shield.
However, it’s no use.
As if waiting for that, a series of bursts of light peel away the barrier. It all happens in an instant.
And then, the girl’s palm touches Celt’s forehead.
Smash.
The hand holding his head shines.
The strengthened spell emits light.
Crunch, clunk.
A Celtic skull touches the ground.
It may have happened in an instant, but to Celt, it feels infinitely slow.
The neck bones are bent.
Cracks in the skull.
and.
One beat late, gray mana approaches.
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
A shock wave is generated along with a roar. The professors are pushed by the rushing wind and fall. The shock that shakes the spell training room causes the knights to hurriedly open the door and come in.
“W-what’s going on!”
Dust rises.
“What is this…”
When the dust settles, the first thing you see is the floor of the spell training room.
A place specially created to test spells.
The floor there is caved in.
Shattered fragments are rolling around.
The next thing we see is a man stuck in the cavernous floor. Black blood is flowing from him. This is proof that he is a renegade who has cultivated demonic energy.
“ah.”
The last thing that comes into view.
“······.”
This is the girl standing at the center.
The wind blows through the open door.
Sarah.
The girl’s iconic gray hair sways in the wind. Her expression is expressionless as always.
“···Professor Rania?”
Someone says her name.
There are also those who do not say it.
They think of her name in their minds.
‘Rania van Trias.’
Professor at Aplia Academy.
