The Academy’s Genius Magic Swordsman

Late evening one day when the sun was completely below the horizon.

‘Clink!’

In an office in the academy’s swordsmanship department’s faculty building, a loud sound resounded as if something was breaking.

“Ha ha, ha, ha… .”

Professor Oliver Finn, the man who caused the noise and the owner of the office.

He was repeating inhalation and exhalation with his face flushed red with excitement.

The whiskey glass in his hand had already been shattered beyond recognition, pinned to the office wall.

In the thick smell of alcohol filling the room.

Professor Oliver Finn read the contents of the letter in his hand once more.

『Until the guidance of Luke Wrathion, the eldest son of the venerable Wrathion family, was done properly. We will temporarily suspend our sponsorship of Professor Oliver Finn.

This family is hoping for appropriate action from Professor Dang. If this is not done properly, demanding that the professor be reassigned… .』

“Damn it!”

I checked the contents of the letter that did not change no matter how many times I read it.

Professor Oliver spat out an angry curse.

The eldest son of Count Wrathion’s family, Luke Wrathion.

before the start of the new semester. It was the name of the student Konrad Perdalos had burned in the Flame Citadel and brought to the church.

“That, goddamn, son of a bitch, damn, bullshit, even if I didn’t… !!”

The brown stationery in his hand was mercilessly torn and scattered across the office floor.

Not only were letters from the Wrathion family already scattered around Professor Oliver, but also pieces of stationery in different colors presumed to be from other families.

The randomly torn pieces of paper indirectly indicated how angry he was.

“Damn the Ministry of Magic bastard… .”

Professor Oliver stared out the window in a daze as if he was fascinated, recalling someone’s face.

Second year at the Academy of Magic, Konrad Perdalos.

It was the eldest son of the Perdalos family and the word used to refer to the dunjae of the Ministry of Magic.

I heard that until last year, I could only use 1 circle magic.

The fact that she has already defeated her disciples on the topic of the Magic Lady is enough to make her stomach twist.

The target is a genius who encompasses the upper grades or the era ahead of graduation.

Or the fact that he wasn’t from a high-ranking family to defend his actions twisted his stomach several times.

At least, if the guy was one of the three.

He could have used that as an excuse to skillfully reply to the letter asking for his responsibility.

The story of seven swordsmanship students being beaten by Dunjae of the Ministry of Magic was not a problem that could be passed over as an excuse.

“A cheeky child. Why are you needlessly messing with my disciples… .”

The story that Oliver Finn’s students were beaten by a student from the Ministry of Magic was already spreading in the academy.

Although the parties to the case, Konrad Perdalos and Stella Arwen, did not make fun of it.

It was impossible to shut the mouths of the church officials who were in charge of their treatment.

In particular, the students in charge of Professor Oliver were a group of troublemakers who usually talked a lot.

The downfall of such characters was a good story and a snack among good students.

Naturally, even the honor of Professor Oliver, who was in charge of them, plummeted to the floor at once.

“My long-established reputation is going to the ground because of his f*cking meddling.

All personal support from the family was cut off at once… .”

Professor Oliver had several criteria in selecting his students.

First of all, if possible, secure students from good nobles or wealthy families, and receive personal donations in the name of guidance fees.

After getting a good evaluation from the student in charge, leaving the students to their liking whether they cause problems or accidents.

He did not forget to escort his student who behaved indiscreetly so that there would be no retaliation.

Like that, Professor Oliver was quietly taking care of his own interests under the perfect plan he had made.

Fragments of letters from various families strewn across the floor proved that his plan had been utterly ruined.

The letter about the end of personal donations wasn’t just from the Wrathion family.

A letter with a similar content had already reached him from the family of another student in charge, not from Luke Wrathion’s group that caused the problem.

The House of the Earl of Greybeard, the House of the Sepia Company, and the House of the Margrave of Roswynn.

Although the details written in each letter were slightly different.

For the time being, it was included in common without missing the content that we would not stop sponsoring Professor Oliver or send educational support funds.

Professor Oliver Finn, who had read the same letter several times, was overcome with uncontrollable rage.

“It would have been nice if I just stayed by the sidelines like before. Now I’ve become an apostle of justice, I’m trembling with the plague and I’m falling asleep, damn it!”

The result of deducing and organizing the testimonies obtained from his fallen disciples.

Conrad Perdalos first took down three out of seven with a preemptive strike through surprise.

They were just confused by the means called magic.

The answer came back that if I had actually woken up and stuck properly, I wouldn’t have suffered like this.

Even if one dull jae of the Ministry of Magic knocked out as many as seven students.

Professor Oliver decided to conclude that it was simply a matter of luck.

Immediately, he prepared a very special revenge plan for Conrad Perdalos, who ruined his plan in a mess.

“That damn bastard. I will make sure to pay the price for recklessly ruining my daily life.”

Imagining Conrad, who will collapse in front of countless students due to his own plan.

Professor Oliver smiled quietly and sinisterly.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

That day was the day I ate together with Lulu after a long time.

There were some things that I couldn’t find Lulu because of various things.

Lulu was also busy in her own way, so there was no contact at all.

It was the first meal with her in almost a year and a half, including the period before returning.

“It’s hard to eat together.”

“… I know.”

In response to my discourse, Lulu spits out a plain impression.

He took a bite of the chicken cutlet sandwich placed in front of him.

“At the beginning of the semester, I was too busy to contact you, but why haven’t you contacted me at all?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“I’m asking because I don’t know.”

The girl with black cat ears seemed to put on a puzzled expression at my question.

For a while, she quietly confessed about the story that she hadn’t contacted first.

“Even if we’re friends, your fiancé won’t hate it if you and I go out alone.”

“yes?”

“That’s why I kept my distance because I didn’t want to be misunderstood. If the aristocrats are mistakenly involved in a fight of love, the first to be kicked out is a commoner like me.”

Well.

I don’t know what you’re talking about from start to finish.

What is a fiancee, and what is a love affair?

“Do I have a fiancée?”

“There’s a blonde freshman I always hang out with these days. Professor McDowell’s daughter.”

“stellar?”

“Still, I thought I was close with you in my own way, but it’s a bit disappointing that you kept secret that you had a fiance.”

Where did the misunderstanding come from?

First of all, I had to correct the facts that needed to be corrected, so I spat out excuses that were not excuses to the woman sitting across from me.

“Let me tell you first, Stella is not like a fiancée.”

“Then what is it? Just a lover?”

“It’s nothing but an ordinary senior-junior relationship.

These days, we happen to run into a lot of things, so we used to hang out together often, but it’s not something you care about, so don’t misunderstand.”

It was really unfortunate that we met often by chance, but I was misunderstood as such.

“Senior Conrad, it’s just a coincidence! Are you going to eat now?”

“Senior Conrad, it’s just a coincidence! Are you done with class now?”

“Senior Conrad, it’s just a coincidence! Were you exercising today?”

… Come to think of it, lately I have the feeling that I’ve run into Stella a little too often.

It seemed that it could be said that there was enough room for misunderstanding at this frequency.

“A really simple senior-junior relationship? Are there different departments? You are too shy.”

“Since we often run into each other over various things, we quickly became close.

You know that. Once I put my mind to it, I become close quickly after that.”

“Hmm, something like that.”

She sighed in relief as she crossed her arms and leaned against the back of her chair.

With an expression as if something he was worried about had been resolved.

A black tail stretched from her back and swayed softly.

“Ah, what is it, I was scared alone for no reason.”

Lulu’s feelings were understandable enough.

What if, in reality, I was engaged to Stella, and if Stella had any ill feelings toward my friend of the opposite sex, Lulu.

Probably the one who suffers the most damage most likely will be Lulu, a commoner among the nobles.

Of course, Stella wouldn’t do that, but it was a story that it was possible if it was a relationship between ordinary nobles and commoners.

As much as it is an academy where nobles and commoners live together.

She was not the only student who could be cited as an example of tragedy.

“Oh, by the way, did you hear about that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know those Wrathion gang members in the swordsmanship department, did you think they were properly defined a while ago?”

… Could this be my story?

“I heard that seven people were killed by one Ministry of Magic. I overheard church priests talking to each other.”

my story was right

It was annoying when rumors spread, so I asked Stella for a trustworthy request.

Rumors from the church that had already cured them seemed unstoppable.

“Come to think of it, you are also the Ministry of Magic. Do you have any idea who did it?”

“… … .”

“Seeing that you didn’t answer, it seems you don’t know.”

I’ve been thinking about how to explain this for a while.

Fortunately, before I spit out an excuse, Lulu took care of herself and misunderstood and came to her own conclusion.

“Anyway, everything was cool inside! I really wanted to hit them once!”

“Have you been hurt too?”

“I’ve been hit a few times indirectly.

Those bastards were smoking weed in front of the engineering department dormitory last year, and they accidentally set fire to the flower bed and bounced off.”

“Come to think of it, something like that happened.”

All the circumstantial evidence pointed to Luke Wrathion’s gang.

For some reason, it was an incident that was left behind as an unsolved case during the search and passed by.

Seeing how he handled even such troublesome rumors without much trouble, it was clear that Professor Oliver’s political ability in the school was considerable.

The biggest problem was that he used that ability to cover his students in the academy.

“How is your preparation for midterm exams going?”

“Do I prepare, or the professor prepares?”

“Well, that’s right.”

“It’s horrifying to think of what other bone-crushing traps and locks Professor Trea has created.”

If it was natural, it would be natural. The academy had several departments aside from combat-related departments.

Although the two midterm and final exams were common to some extent regardless of department.

In the midterm comprehensive evaluation and final comprehensive evaluation, combat adverbs and non-combat departments had distinctly different evaluation standards.

It was impossible to evaluate the students of the Technology Department or the Pensions Department to which Lulu belonged by pushing them into the arena and causing them to have fist fights.

For them, a little special practical evaluation for each department was used for evaluation.

Of course, not all battle departments fought the same way.

In the one-on-one evaluation, like before the evaluation, students in the same department are unconditionally matched.

For example, what if a fast swordsman and a mage with no stamina fought?

If the level of skill is the same, the wizard will be at a significant disadvantage than the swordsman.

All of the magician’s attacks would not be able to reach the swordsman, or even if they were hit, they would not be able to inflict fatal wounds.

In the meantime, the moment the distance narrows, the swordsman’s blow will lie down as it is.

So except before special events that don’t affect grades.

It was reasonable to assume that opponents from other departments would not face each other in the evaluation match.

“Why don’t you check the draw while you’re eating? It looks like it will soon be hanging on the academy bulletin board.”

“That’s right. I’ll have to check it out before going to the next class.”

Actually, I already knew the opponent.

If the future went as planned, he would probably run into a 4th year magic department senior who was about to graduate.

Of course, the preparation for the evaluation match was also trained on the premise that you would fight against that senior.

Unlike the previous life, I was confident that I could easily overcome this evaluation match.

With that thought in mind, I stepped over to the bulletin board with the opponents for the evaluation match and the moment I checked the name of the person matched with me.

“The swordsmanship department… Dyke Osman?”

A name that seemed to tell me that the future had changed was posted alongside my name.