EP.43 Class observation (2)
“I think sometimes you look down on the class you chose, Wizard.”
Charlotte, a professor of elemental magic, intermediate class.
She is a fairly popular professor among students. Many students like her because she is younger than other professors and because of her flexibility in teaching classes.
“See, battle-mage is the direction that today’s wizards should pursue! “You think so, right?”
It’s like that just today.
As soon as she saw that the students’ concentration had dropped, she naturally started chatting with them, bringing up their favorite topics.
“Well, I guess I can’t help thinking that way. Battle Mage is a class created by the gray wizard, Raniel himself.”
The moment the name of Raniel, the famous gray wizard, is mentioned, the students’ eyes sparkle.
‘As expected, there’s nothing like him to make you concentrate…’
Charlotte smiled bitterly and continued.
“Clearly, the usefulness of the Battle Mage class is far superior to that of other classes. But, does everyone know that?”
Charlotte flicked her finger left and right.
“The gray wizard Raniel is also a Wizard class.”
“yes? “Aren’t you a battle mage class?”
“He is the founder of the class…”
Charlotte shook her head at the students’ reactions.
“He has been in the Wizard class ever since 15 years ago, when he registered as a wizard. He never once asked for a change of class.”
Why did you create a class called Battle Mage and not change to that class yourself?
It was a topic that heated up the aesthetic world for a while.
There were many different theories regarding that question.
Because he was so busy, he didn’t have time to request a class change. It was because he respected his teacher, Roselle, and to protect the foundation of the Gray Magic Tower…
Etc., there were many hypotheses.
Among them, this was the most reliable one. Remembering that, Charlotte opened her mouth.
“The gray wizard, Raniel, was someone who studied magic and liked solving difficult problems before standing on the battlefield.”
An excellent magician.
A person who solved many difficult problems.
The Gray Wizard was originally a wizard who was closer to a scholar rather than an adventurer who used magic to subdue monsters.
“And you always emphasized the basics of being a wizard.”
Wizards are beings who reveal the unknown.
Exploring and defining the unknown is the essence of a wizard.
These were words that the gray wizard kept as a habit.
“Eventually, you stood on the battlefield and used magic for the purpose of ‘battle’…”
Charlotte mouthed the last sentence with respect.
“Maybe you wanted to emphasize that your roots are as a Wizard, a wizard who reveals the unknown?”
This sentence is excerpted from part of the hypothesis.
For efficiency on the battlefield, he had no choice but to develop combat magic, but he wants to remain a magician, not a wizard for war.
That’s probably why I didn’t apply to change my class even after retiring from the battlefield.
Most magicians thought so.
“oh···.”
The students let out subtle admiration. Charlotte smiled faintly and organized her class materials.
‘Now that I think about it, there was such a hypothesis.’
Then, suddenly, a hypothesis occurred to me.
The most absurd hypothesis as to why the Gray Wizard did not change his class.
-Isn’t it just that you didn’t know that you created a new class?
‘It’s a ridiculous hypothesis.’
Charlotte shook her head.
It was a ridiculous hypothesis, and Charlotte was not the only one who thought so.
‘Did you say that the wizard who made that senseless remark was scolded and expelled from the world of magic?’
Apparently, it seemed like it was.
“There’s no way the Gray Wizard would do that.”
Charlotte nodded.
2.
‘f*ck, what on earth is this baseless class?’
Raniel chewed and swallowed the bitterness rising to his throat. I don’t understand at all.
Aplia Academy.
Isn’t this an academy for magicians?
‘But why are you learning martial arts?’
I don’t understand.
Raniel widened his eyes and glared at Professor McHart, who was pulling his arm around.
“Hurry and follow me!”
Being dragged around here and there.
Shake your fists and study footwork in this warm weather. Raniel bit his lip.
‘Teaching can be like that.’
It’s not like Raniel doesn’t have this experience.
First of all, since I belong to the Knights Templar, I have been semi-forced to participate in this type of training.
About this level of training.
It sucks, but yes, you can do it.
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‘The problem is this bitch… no, it’s the professor.’
“Hurry and follow me!”
A professor who screams until your ears drop.
That voice is annoying, but what makes me even more angry is the line the professor says.
“You can do it, but why can’t you do it?”
No, what should I do when it doesn’t work?
“like this! like this! “Is this difficult?”
How on earth do you see something like that?
Each and every one of those lines gets on Raniel’s nerves. “Please just shut that mouth,” she prayed for an unknown number of times.
However, McHart’s nagging continues.
And finally he says those words.
“This is basic!”
Basic.
Raniel’s favorite word.
‘Is this basic?’
Raniel suppresses the laughter that builds up. I keep pinching my lips and trying to make myself laugh.
‘Basics are not like this…’
-This is basic.
Stop.
For a moment, Raniel’s body stiffens.
“·····.”
She feels an unidentifiable sense of déjà vu from McHeart’s tone of voice. Something, something feels familiar.
Reflecting on that familiarity, Raniel listened to McHeart’s words. Then, he begins to hear.
“You can do it, but why can’t you do it?”
-It works because I do it?
My own voice following McHeart’s voice.
“You showed me an example. “Isn’t this a problem that we can follow?”
-I showed you. Please follow along. Is it difficult?
ah.
“Do you have no basics? Even to this extent…”
-Uh… Well, don’t you have the basics? I thought I could do this much.
Raniel’s eyes open wide.
She looks like she realized something.
‘This is all what I said.’
I didn’t know when I was talking.
But as a listener, I understand.
‘It sounds like this to the listener.’
Raniel quietly closed his eyes.
I feel like I have come to some very great realization.
Of course, Raniel and Machart are different. The example McHart gives is ugly. There is malice in his words. On the other hand, Raniel’s example is perfect. Those words contain sincerity, not malice.
However, Raniel does not know him.
Just consider ‘how’ the words you said will sound.
Contemplation eventually leads to enlightenment.
And, in a way, it touches on the essence of Raniel’s problem.
‘That’s what you meant, Master.’
Obviously, this is not the ‘enlightenment’ that Rossell wanted… but in any case, Raniel achieved enlightenment.
Raniel turns his head shakily.
McHart is still there, grumbling.
“I really don’t understand!”
What do you think when you look at a professor who looks like he doesn’t understand?
‘hmm.’
Raniel combined the scenes that came to his mind into words.
‘I want to cut off his head.’
With what?
‘With a very large stone.’
Raniel nods briefly.
‘I understand, Master.’
Realizing it is your own mistake.
Raniel, who had successfully completed self-reflection for the first time in 12 years, glanced at McHeart with a slightly blank look.
“like this! Like this… hmm?”
McHart’s body, which was demonstrating diligently, briefly stiffened. Machart slowly looked back.
‘I just felt alive.’
I could feel the sense of death that I only felt on the battlefield.
However, the only thing standing behind him is a girl who looks a little dazed.
‘It must be an illusion.’
McHart decided to think so.
“Now, like this! “Hurry and try it!”
And just like before, he worked hard to set an example. Without noticing that Rania’s eyes were becoming cloudy little by little as she looked at it.
3.
“The second period of the class is an external practicum. “Follow me.”
Mchart Krefeld.
He prepared a lot for this class. It wasn’t just to embarrass a young professor named Rania.
Machart is a knight.
However, that mindset is not correct for a knight.
He is a person with a very strong desire to show off.
I liked showing off my skills and being recognized.
However, he does not have enough skills to show off. As a result, McHart, who escaped from the battlefield with an honorable discharge, was very satisfied with his job as a ‘professor’.
You can show off your skills in the form of teaching.
By seeing the reactions of students who have not yet learned enough, I can satisfy my desire for recognition.
‘This demonic terrorist incident was unfortunate.’
For him, this terrorist incident was very disappointing. Instead of following the knights to eliminate demonic beasts, he should have been active in places where students gathered.
What I couldn’t show the students at that time.
To demonstrate that, McHart carefully planned this class.
-Field training.
-Practical battle with demonic beasts.
Recently, Aplia was caught up in a terrorist attack by demonic beasts.
That’s exactly what McHart digs into.
This is a field training that I obtained by going directly to Dean Aaron and using the excuse that ‘students also need real-life experience with demonic beasts.’
“As announced in the academic notice a few days ago, this class will be held at the Krefeld family estate. “There are demonic beasts being raised in the forest outside the Krefeld family.”
Krefeld, to which McHart belongs, is a prestigious family that has produced several knights. Of course, this means that they also have a few demonic beasts that are used for training.
“Of course, the demon energy has been extracted from the demon beasts being bred. Even if bitten, there will be no contamination. Even if you get hurt, the priests will heal you right away.”
The expressions on the faces of the students who heard those words were shocked. This is because one feels a sense of rejection towards the very existence of a demonic beast.
“Don’t worry. The level of the magic beast is low. “These are the magic beasts I killed with my bare hands when they were about your age.”
McHeart heads deep into the forest.
Students walk behind him.
“For those demonic beasts that are difficult to deal with, I watch and immediately intervene…”
McHeart, who was saying that, paused for a moment.
Something was strange.
This forest, which originally breeds magical beasts, must be heavily guarded with guards. However, there is no one now.
‘···Something?’
To make matters worse, the lock on the iron cage has been broken.
“…Let’s walk a little faster.”
McHeart quickly crossed the iron bars and headed toward the beast breeding grounds. The more he walks, the stronger the scent of blood reaches his nose.
‘It smells bloody.’
From some moment.
The corpses of the demonic beasts come into view.
The corpses of demonic beasts are lying everywhere. The blood flowing from the corpse continues.
McHeart walks along that blood.
and.
“McHart Krefeld.”
Someone calls his name.
There was no need to turn my head to where the sound came from. The owner of the voice was at the end of the direction McHart was heading.
“Whoa.”
A man with brown hair and wearing a navy blue coat.
A man holding a sword in one hand is sitting on the corpses of the demonic beasts, smoking a cigarette.
Smoke rising.
Flesh mixed with the blood of demonic beasts flowing down the tip of the sword.
It looked eerie.
“There’s a reason you’re on board with the traitor’s dragon.”
He opens his mouth.
“The Krefeld family is a family that has produced many knights. The habitat of demonic beasts? It’s worth building. I admit it. “It’s been a while since I officially registered, so this is no problem.”
“What is that…”
“And this class.”
Phew.
A man exhales cigarette smoke.
“Aplia has been caught up in a terrorist attack by demonic beasts, so let’s teach her how to deal with demonic beasts.” That’s definitely a good excuse. That sounds plausible. “It’s worth skipping even here.”
Ignoring McHart’s words, the man continued speaking. It’s as if they were chatting at a bar. A tone of voice that does not seem to be pushing or interrogating.
“but.”
It was only for a moment that the tone of speech changed.
“I can’t get over this.”
He pulls out the knife that was half stuck on the floor and touches the corpse of the demon beast lying next to him.
“This magical beast is not at a level for students to deal with. “McHeart, who retired from the battlefield, is not even at a level you can deal with.”
McHeart narrowed his eyes and looked at the demon beast.
‘Isn’t that… a dark troll?’
As far as Machart remembers, there were no such magical beasts in the breeding grounds. Even if there were, they were ordinary troll species, and they had never cultivated high-level magical beasts like dark trolls.
“This is something wrong…”
“Okay, maybe something is wrong. The ‘debris’ discovered in the last Aplia terrorist incident may have amplified the nearby demonic energy, and abnormal phenomena may have been discovered in the breeding grounds. “There is a possibility.”
The man extinguished his cigarette by rubbing it on the back of his hand.
“This too can be dismissed as an ‘abnormal phenomenon.’ However, there are two problems here.”
He spreads two fingers.
“One is that you are currently on the list of powerful dragons, Machart Krefeld.”
Put your middle finger down.
“Two, it means that you brought the students all the way here. “It’s a situation where we have no choice but to be suspicious.”
Next, fold your index finger.
“We will discuss details at the garrison.”
“Now, who are you to be so rude…!”
“I’m in a position where I can be rude.”
Tuk.
The man threw away his sheath.
“·····.”
Machart looked at the scabbard placed at his feet. It is a sheath that looks nothing different on the outside.
However, the shape of the sheath is not visible to Machart’s eyes. What Mac Hart is looking at with his eyes wide open is the pattern engraved on the scabbard.
‘The emblem of the royal family…’
The royal family symbol is engraved on the scabbard.
However, it is placed upside down. It seems like it represents the shadow cast on the pattern.
McHeart knows that symbol.
‘A pattern symbolizing the back of the royal family.’
Gulp.
Machart swallowed dryly.
I slowly raised my head and looked at the man.
‘This is crazy.’
Machart suddenly realizes the identity of the man who is looking at him with his chin resting.
A sword that only the royal family can wield.
The sharpest dagger owned by the royal family.
A special unit loyal to the royal family.
Some respectfully call them the Royal-Guard.
However, most people call them ‘this’.
Hound.
The royal hunting dog.
“This interrogation will not be as gentlemanly as the last one.”
The hound shows its teeth.
4.
“This interrogation will not be as gentlemanly as the last one.”
I blinked.
‘Where have I heard this voice before?’
That voice is strangely familiar.
I slowly left the procession and looked at the man confronting Machart.
Brown hair pulled over her forehead.
Squinted eyes.
And, a cigarette with a twist.
‘ah.’
The moment I see that cigarette, a memory comes to mind. There were more than one knight who smoked cigarettes on the battlefield, but I remember the unique shape of the cigarette.
‘Tracker, Kalt.’
Among knights, he was exceptionally good at detecting demonic energy, and was nicknamed Dog Nose.
‘I think he also worked as my aide.’
I have that memory.
When Kalt identified Magi, I would go and sweep them up, and we would often carry out operations together.
‘long time no see.’
I moved my gaze to the floor.
There lies the sheath of the sword that Kalt threw. I recognized the pattern engraved on the scabbard at a glance.
‘The royal hunting dog, Hound.’
It’s strange that I don’t recognize you.
For Kalt, who was injured and retiring from the battlefield, the job I recommended was Hound.
‘You idiot, you’ve succeeded.’
Perhaps because I met a comrade on the battlefield, I was so happy that I was about to wave and suddenly stopped.
‘Why are you acting like that?’
The way Kalt looks at me is harsh.
It’s like watching a demonic spirit being chased away on the battlefield. I looked where Kalt’s gaze was directed.
‘pocket?’
What did I put in my pocket?
There was a space expansion spell, so I put everything in it…
‘Oh right.’
There is one thing that passes through my mind.
Things I picked up from underground water and at the end of the professor’s office hallway.
I remember carrying it around with several layers of sealing magic because I didn’t want to leave it anywhere.
Where did you put it?
Perhaps it was a pocket.
“·····.”
I looked at Kalt in silence.
“Whoa.”
Kalt lets out a short breath and stands up.
Rotate your wrist and hold the knife. It wasn’t difficult to guess where that series of movements was headed.
“There was a separate culprit.”
Finally, he opened his mouth.
“Dirty traitor.”
uh···.
‘Is this what happens?’
With a thud, Kalt kicks the ground.
His movements are agile, as befits a knight who rode the battlefield. There is no addition or subtraction.
Huh.
Kalt closed the distance in an instant and swung his sword.
“Hi.”
I sighed as I watched the blades rush in.
Aren’t you going to do useless martial arts training in the scorching sun, or are you going to learn the basics from a professor who doesn’t know a thing?
‘Now the subordinate I haven’t seen in a while is even cutting me.’
For a moment, the back of my neck felt stiff.
Still, I couldn’t just blindly beat these damn guys to death here, so I exercised patience and tried to suppress my anger as much as possible.
‘Okay, f*ck, who am I? He’s the man who endured Sarah and Remia’s bullshit for five years.’
In my head, I think back to the days when I had to endure Sara and Remia’s cruelty. You’ve endured it well despite all the hardships.
Just wait a little while and it will be clean…
‘uh?’
weird.
‘When you think about it, it sucks?’
Why do you seem to be getting angrier?
A word from the author (author review)
Successful(?) mirror treatment!
We’re looking for a story about the growth of the Hero’s Party!
*Usual length: 5,000 to 5,500 characters!
Today’s volume is 9,000 characters!
Novelpia is written with the number of characters excluding spaces… anyway!
I was thinking of splitting it into two parts, but it was hard to cut things off, so I put them all together.
I felt like this episode would be so bad if I stopped in the middle 🙂
