Avoid Former Co-Workers

40 – 40 Distrust and Hatred (3)

No matter how much I said skipping classes in the past was a daily routine, there’s no way I wouldn’t know the name.

If Professor Meuniher of the Marquis of Emerald was a scholar who excelled in magic engineering and sat in the Imperial Chancellor’s seat.

She is a master who replaced most of the definitions related to the study of magical origins, the pure source of magic, with dozens of papers.

Denise Plaubel Beryl.

I never thought I would see that giant with my own two eyes. It was something I couldn’t have imagined.

“No veto. The training intensity will be more than you ever imagined. The results will be evident.”

“…Can I ask you one question?”

“Hmm, if it’s a crappy question, it’s kind of like that.”

“A question related to magic.”

“Oh? If that’s the case, you’re welcome. Feel free to do whatever you like.”

If she is a contemporary authority who has devoted herself to magic-related studies, she should be able to answer this question as well.

“When you learn a unique magic. Is there a case that you lose it someday?”

I thought I wouldn’t be able to use the power I had in this hellish world.

Someday, I dismissed it as a power to lose.

So I had the mindset that I would definitely listen to this answer.

The female professor, who was startled for a moment, shakes off her heavy snort and announces an answer that is a term late.

“Lost, as far as I know, it doesn’t exist. In theory, it can’t be.”

No matter how much he is an authority in a study, he can’t even match these things.

She thought it was worth it. It’s about missing expectations, not once or twice.

But… That wasn’t the end.

“Instead, there are cases where the nature of the power changes. There are very few of these types. They do not know how their power has changed.”

It’s not gone, it’s changed?

So, does that mean that the power I lost has also changed?

Why? How should I find out?

No, it’s not that kind of problem.

-Gulp.

The neck is tense and swallows dry liquid.

If only my power hadn’t completely disappeared.

If it weren’t for the magical power that disappeared while turning me into a lump, it didn’t actually disappear.

In the end, if my existence is so insignificant that I can only survive by holding on to other people’s ankles, but if I can have enough value to protect at least one part of my body with constant effort and time investment.

Those thoughts burrowed deep into my body like a handful of dry saliva passed over while lifting the neck intricately.

Calm down. You can ask slowly. Since the head doctor of the Imperial Family’s magical origins was right in front of me, I could hear the answer to the question.

I managed to calm my elevated heart and carefully opened my mouth again.

“That word… Didn’t just disappear, did you end up not knowing that it had changed?”

“That’s right. There was a similar case in the Empire. Actually, my friend did it. I thought it would germinate because I could only use fire magic every time, but it was actually a light-type support mage.”

There is a case…?

I just didn’t notice my past after all…?

I can change even now…?

I thought it was like that.

The fact that my future, which I had only thought would turn into a piece of baggage as my magical power disappeared, would not actually be like that, made me feel like I was about to fly away.

“hahahaha, never thought I’d bring this up to the guy I’m teaching.”

“Ah…”

It seems that the exalted rationality has finally come to its senses and returned home, realizing that my words stabbed another person in the lungs.

There was a bit of a tumult when he said that his friend actually did it. It was a reluctant reaction even before she spoke.

I succeeded in getting the answer I wanted… But it seemed that I was touching a not very good side.

In times like these, let’s turn the topic around.

“…For now, can you please drop me off?”

“Ah. Excuse me. It’s been a long time since I did a skill exercise, inadvertently.”

Even though the grass grew rapidly, it quickly returned to its original form. As if nothing had happened in the first place.

It’s usually possible to show off a little bit, but it’s rarely seen. I’ve never seen this level before.

Professor Lee, to what extent can you control the substitute magic power?

“Can I call you Junon? I can call you Professor Denis for now.”

“You’re calling me. You can do whatever you want… But what do you mean by teaching me?”

“What is it. Meuniher didn’t explain? Ugh…”

Speaking half way. I don’t know much about anything else, and I understood well that we were close enough to call Professor Meuniher like an old school classmate.

Seeing how he muttered that he was leaving it up to him without properly informing him… It must have been caught properly.

“Meuniher can’t teach you because of the first semester exams. You know what?”

“Yes. To prevent cheating, there is a provision that prohibits contact between professors and students. I know that…”

“That picky guy asked me to take over because he said he was raising a student. So I took over.”

I heard something strange.

“Professor Meuniher’s student…? Me?”

I wondered if he was a disciple even though he only received guidance once.

“Well, I don’t know. I’ll do it.”

At this time, I wanted to say something I didn’t know why.

However, my mouth dropped open when I heard that Professor Meuniher had not even allowed any students to tutor.

So I’m the only one who’s ever been taught by him, so I’m a disciple.

No matter what. The person in front of me is such a big man that even I, an outsider, can remember his name.

Because he is one of the two people who have reached the pinnacle of magic research.

“Sorry for crying.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. There must have been something like that. Rather than that, I want to check your skills right away.”

“If that’s the case, there must be a magical indicator recently inspected…”

“I don’t need all that stuff. I’ll have to check it myself.”

Yes? Check it yourself?

***

After following Denis, Junon stepped into the mock battle room again.

Denice asks Junon while holding the Talbrut Ark that has not been activated yet.

“Now, let me ask you a question. My disciple’s unique magic was blocking, right?”

Junon nodded.

“Then how has the attack progressed so far?”

“Yeah… I left it to the other team members. It’s also a melee level avant-garde, but it’s not at all suitable for weapon skills.”

Hearing that, Denise shook his head as if he hadn’t asked.

“It doesn’t mean that you don’t participate in the attack at all just because you are in the melee phase.”

What are you talking about? To Junon, it sounded like nonsense.

I was told that the reason why vanguards carry both armor and weapons is to work on both sides.

If it’s a melee phase, you can pick up a weapon to supplement your attack power, and if it’s a melee attack, you can pick up your armor to help defend against weak points.

Didn’t you block the attack with a shield loaded with magic in actual combat and finally attack with a weapon when you bought time?

Now, her words threw away the basic knowledge of her vanguards, and she was no different from denying the theories she had learned.

Denise didn’t seem to understand Ju, so she turned the story the other way.

“A tactic that interferes with the opponent’s magic circulation by flowing magic power in the opposite direction of the magic circle. Anti-cast or something? I heard you used it, right?”

“Uh… I do, but…”

That was actually made by Professor Meuniher in the past.

I wondered what it would be like. However.

“Then can we say that anti-cast is not an attack?”

“That’s…”

Anti Cast was devised to deal with a specific monster.

In other words, there may be a reason why it works well for the monster, but it is an unchanging fact that it is an aggressive tactic.

“Attack… I guess it’s more accurate.”

“Yes. In the end, magic depends on how you use it. Each person has a different constitution and personality, but there is a certain balance.”

-Especially for unique magic.

Professor Denis finally activates the Talbrut arc.

I was wondering what kind of place it was going to be, and it was a jungle field full of thick forests and swamps.

“By the way, this Talbrt Arc is something I specially borrowed from Meuniher, so the assimilation rate is set at 50%. So, you’d better be tight.”

“5, 50%?!”

In the end-of-semester evaluation, wasn’t it about 25% that the intensity was considerably increased?

A level of 50% is almost half of reality.

The principle is to deal with the monsters as a team with that level of assimilation set.

‘This… They say that if you do something wrong, your bones will break like a tong…’

I wonder if this is right, Junon exclaimed urgently.

“I can’t even beat a single monster! It’s impossible in this assimilation rate!”

“I don’t think I ever told you to deal with the Witchbeast. Disciple?”

“…Yes?”

“Besides, I haven’t even installed a single beast here.”

What is that, the sound of slapping a baton while sleeping? Wasn’t it a mock battle by creating a monster in Talbrut Arc?

But you didn’t even put a single beast here? Then why did you bring me here?

Professor Denis’ lips draw a very nasty arc as he sees Junon, a huge whirlpool raging in his head.

In this short moment, Professor de Nis completed a single entity by entangling tree trunks under his feet.

“It’s me and the boy you’re dealing with.”

“What??????”

A 1:1 relationship between a professor and a student inside the Thalbrt Arc Field, where the assimilation rate is 50%?

Ah… I want to run away.

“By the way, I’m going to roll harder than Meuniher. Until it pays off. Don’t worry, I won’t die. I might get close to dying.”

Oh crazy. Professor Meuniher was a fairy.

***

It was said that the results of this joint practice were withheld, but it was not necessarily meaningless.

This is because the power of the vanguards that had been ignored until now was exposed, and the damage to the students varied widely depending on whether or not they existed.

It was said that there were no casualties, but it wasn’t that there were no injuries, just serious injuries that brought Junon to the point of death.

Thanks to that, the shoulders of the avant-gardes are quite straight.

Not only that, but the students had the first real-life camaraderie, which made it easier to build friendships.

For example, like the henna next to Sylvia like now.

“Keep… Henna, I’m not good at it…?”

“Is there anyone who does it well from the start~. Keep looking in the mirror and do it.”

“Phew, I don’t know how difficult it was to tie my hair.”

Henna was the vanguard of Sylvia’s team, but she wasn’t very close to Sylvia from the beginning.

Since there is Silvia, who was like a natural disaster for the students in Class D and E, it was the other people who shrugged their shoulders.

Since everyone except Henna belonged to class C, she had no choice but to become depressed.

Because of her teammates who constantly notice her, Henna was worried that she might have to leave the team if things go wrong, Sylvia stepped forward.

-‘If you don’t have a avant-garde, who will buy your slow casting time?’

There was a side of her doubts, but there was not an inch of lies on Sylvia’s face when she answered.

And as if she had heard of it, the Giant Kudrat appeared right away.

As Sylvia mentioned, when the four people were attacked, she did a favor to Henna, not a compulsion.

She was embarrassed by the unexpectedly strong magic beast, and the four were in a situation that could lead to a big accident without the presence of henna.

-‘Look at that. You owed your life to the vanguard you ignored so much.’

She even resolutely reprimanded her as if she knew the truth.

Sylvia’s words and actions clearly favored Henna.

In the evaluation at the beginning of the semester, all six returned safely thanks to the performance of the two, and thanks to Sylvia, a good friend named Hena was born.

‘I thought I was very determined at the time.’

Who would have known? She knew that Sylvia, who made a gorgeous sword of wind and held down her demonic hand, was actually a girl who couldn’t even tie her own hair.

Look at it now.

In Henna’s eyes, Sylvia was just a cute little girl showing off her idiotic beauty.

“Heh, henna…? I’m not twisting her hair…?”

“Puuu… Wait a minute, try again, Sylvia.”

Henna, who was watching Sylvia by her side, teased her and helped her friend, who was clumsy with her, style her hair.

As she slowly showed her skills, adding explanations like this and that, Sylvia’s gloomy mood disappeared and her bright atmosphere revived.

“Come on, Colonel Mirror~.”

“Wow…”

“Sylvia, you covered that face too much with her hair. It’s so pretty even with a little braid.”

“I think you’re giving me too much space…”

“Aren’t these empty words? She’s pretty, but I don’t know why she covered her face with her hair.”

Sylvia twisted a few strands of her gray hair into her own and used her own ribbon to straighten her hair.

Then what? She was satisfied with Sylvia herself, and even the people passing by her were able to see her once in a while.

‘Look at that. Just by looking at it, she’s a beautiful woman.’

It’s just that she didn’t smile well at first, so her beautiful face didn’t come out well.

She only slightly saved points, and her person changed to the extent that people around her openly saw her once in a while.

“How do you like it?”

“Yeah. Really.”

Henna questioned her maids for not adorning the face of Sylvia, the daughter of Count Kutelli.

You can’t even touch this pretty face. I wondered if the maids were doing something strange.

“More than that, Sylvia.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Why do you want to change your style all of a sudden?”

I questioned her maids, but what I was more curious about was that Sylvia revealed her desire to dress up.

“That…? Uh, uhm… I thought it would be nice to change it just for fun…”

“I told you to change it for fun? Who?”

“Everything, another friend!”

She didn’t show it on the outside, but inside Henna, her sly and mischievous nature came alive.

“Hey. You seem to have a crush on someone?”

“Oh no…! It’s about my friend!”

I said no, but… His expression doesn’t look like that at all.

Her face turned red little by little, and then Sylvia lowered her head and covered her face.

‘Looks like you really like it.’

If she had at least denied that she would, she would have made fun of her.

Seeing that she makes excuses by saying that she is another friend, it sounds like Sylvia’s own story.

She never actually approached anyone who could be considered a friend.

‘I’m sorry, Sylvia, but I need to find out?’

If Sylvia is seduced by a nasty boy, then she needs to cut it off herself, right?

***

Daughter of Archduke Ardelion. Ophelia.

Not long ago, she was visited by Goden, her best friend. She said she needed more party members.

And the person she was trying to introduce to Goden came to her on her own.

“Aris Mackenheim… I didn’t know you’d find me first.”

“I also have to settle down in one place soon. I’ve heard that it’s a bit dangerous inside and outside the duchy.”

“So, why would you want to join a party that hasn’t been officially announced yet?”

Aris untangles a strand of her long pink hair, her own bebe, and she replies with a grin.

“Among wolves, even if a dog is pretending to be a wolf, it can’t be considered a wolf, right?”

“…Yes?”

There was a questionable side to the answer itself, but why did that smile look even more serious?

Ophelia thought it was just a whim.

However, her appearance itself was tantamount to igniting a huge ember for someone.

“I’m joking. I’m just going to take care of the troublesome kids, princess.”

Once again, an ordeal was predicted for the regressor.