The Academy’s Genius Magic Swordsman

As usual, Stella, whom I met by ‘accidentally’ during the morning exercise, spoke to me with an exceptionally serious expression that day.

“Senior Conrad… .”

Checking the sun-bright complexion with a little shade, it seems that Stella has recently heard about me.

“why?”

“… sorry.”

“… yes?”

I thought the words that seemed to worry about me would come back, just like Lulu.

Contrary to expectations, what came out of Stella’s mouth was not worry or concern, but an expression of apology.

“suddenly?”

“I heard the news. I heard that you are having an evaluation match with senior Dike Osman, who is a senior in the 4th year of our department.”

“Yeah, so it happened. And there is no need to use polite expressions like seniors to him. You can just call it a dog. ”

“Looking back, I wondered if it wasn’t because of me… . That is why I apologize.”

Around the time I couldn’t understand where the heck he was saying that he would apologize.

Stella seemed to notice my expression and continued her explanation.

“Even though I’m a freshman in the swordsmanship club, Master… Through my father, I know the rough atmosphere of the swordsmanship club.

Dyke Osman Sun… The puppy is Professor Oliver’s student. I also heard at first glance that a confrontation with senior Conrad was created with resentment for having saved me that day.”

Apparently, since her father is a professor in the swordsmanship department, it seemed that even the news she wanted to hide flowed into Stella on her own.

I had no choice but to admit that if I denied it more, it would only bother Stella more.

“It seemed so.”

“If I had handled it smartly when I was surrounded by seniors in the swordsmanship club, Senior Conrad would have been… You wouldn’t have to have an evaluation match with the puppy.”

“… If you are not used to swearing, you can just say it comfortably.”

When I told him to call Dyke a bastard, Stella, who forcibly followed my words faithfully, was a little cute.

“And if I had acted as you said, Stella, the object of Professor Oliver’s anger would have only shifted from me to you.”

“Still, wouldn’t it be better for me to fight against someone named Dyke than senior Conrad?”

“What, Stella, do you think I will lose too?”

“Oh no! Senior Conrad is a great wizard, so I think he’ll win! … Maybe.”

“I don’t feel any trust in your voice.”

Hearing my words, she averted my gaze as if she had been stabbed.

Immediately following the explanation, he made an excuse for the lack of trust.

“But they are swordsmen and wizards.”

As Stella said. There was a difference between swordsman and mage sparring.

The criterion for judging how great a wizard is is not how quickly he can cast many types of magic.

It is how strong the destructive power of the magic that was spent enough time was.

It was a general perception of wizards that no matter how strong magic can be used, if the opponent is a melee combat class, it will be difficult to deal with.

Fast magic cannot inflict fatal wounds, and strong magic will close the distance before the spell is cast.

Forming a party to prevent that. Because we need to protect professions that are vulnerable to melee combat, such as wizards and priests.

Maybe it was a group of ragtag bandits with poor fighting skills.

As long as he entered the academy, even a student would have some level of skill, so he should be able to deal with magic as fast as the wind blade.

In addition, the reason why he was able to win the battle in the back alley last time was because he had time to prepare powerful magic through a surprise attack.

The fact that the opponents didn’t even wear decent armor was also a factor.

Conversely, in this evaluation match, Dyke will appear fully prepared.

Stella must have learned from what she had seen so far, so it was natural for her to think that I would lose.

“Stella, like you said, it must be tricky. Because there is a difference in basic physical ability between a swordsman and a wizard.”

“… … .”

“But generally, just because a mage loses to a swordsman doesn’t mean Konrad Perdalos loses to Dyke Osman.”

“Yeah?”

I had a lot of experience dealing with it.

The frog in the well of the size of Dyke has experience dealing with strong and dangerous guys who can’t be compared.

Of course, compared to that time, the magic circle was lacking and the equipment was poor, but this was not a penalty when dealing with Dyke.

Although I was a wizard in my previous life, I didn’t fight with magic alone.

As soon as I saw Stella’s face, the secondary armament I used at that time naturally came to my mind.

“Stella, I’m sorry, but can you do me a favor?”

“Ah yes! Please tell me anything!”

“Nothing else, I just wanted you to lend me a sword.”

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Just in case other colleagues can’t protect me.

As a secondary weapon to protect myself, I always carried a sword inside my cloak.

“Anyway! It happened that I wore the best thing I had… .”

“Thank you for your heart, but not for that sword.”

“Yeah?”

He was about to lend his beloved sword from his waist at any moment, so he immediately stopped it.

“If I lend it, what are you going to do with your evaluation match?”

“… … .”

“In the first place, it is difficult to write because it is too heavy. How can I wield something heavier than my staff?”

“Then which sword do you need?”

“It’s much shorter and lighter than that.”

To Stella, who had a puzzled look on her face, she added a little more explanation.

“You know, the blade is a little longer than the elbow. It’s light, so you can wield it quickly, and it’s easy to carry.”

“You mean broadsword!”

“Yeah, that. Do you have any?”

Stella was adopted by the Arwen family when she was very young.

Since he must have been taught by Professor McDowell from that time on, he would not have been trained to wield a longsword from the start.

Before her body was fully grown, she must have used a slightly shorter sword that suited her physique.

Of course, I wasn’t sure that he still brought the sword he used as a child to the academy.

Still, if possible, I wanted to borrow one of Stella’s weapons.

The secondary weapon I used in my previous life was also the sword I received from Stella.

With the feeling of a talisman from the goddess of victory.

“I ended up in my dormitory, bringing something I used in my childhood!”

Fortunately, as I expected, it seems that Stella entered the school with the sword she used as a child.

The preparations to catch the mad dog of the swordsmanship were all over.

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The academy’s swordsmanship training ground.

“Whoa, whoa… .”

The rough breathing of the giant man.

And every time the man swung his sword, the bursting sound filled the training ground of the swordsmanship department for over two hours.

bang. At the same time, another stone golem was shattered.

The number of stone fragments already piled up under the man’s feet was so great that it was impossible to estimate how many golems he had defeated.

“That kid… . I’m so f*cking… .”

A black-haired sorceress with a blue mantle wrapped around her shoulders.

When Dyke remembered the man’s face, profanity as harsh as his body came out of Dyke’s mouth.

“I guess you jumped in fearlessly, knowing that you would be followed anyway?”

Originally, I was going to beat it moderately and finish it.

Whether or not his juniors were injured, it was simply an excuse.

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Just the thought of being able to beat a wizard rather than a swordsman, unlike usual, made me feel good enough.

However, the junior from the Ministry of Magic, whom I met, was more arrogant than I could have imagined.

It made Dyke focus on training in preparation for the evaluation match, which he would not have done originally.

It wasn’t exactly training, but it was a bit closer to other acts.

“… That’s good enough.”

Dyke put his finger on the blade he was holding and smiled with satisfaction.

It was a blade that had already become dull after cutting dozens of stone golems.

It was already more like a club than a sword, and it had become a weapon that was far from killing power.

“You must have thought that if you cut it anyway, it would end in preventing death.”

Originally, Dyke intended to harass Conrad only ‘until he dies’.

I was going to beat it just enough to relieve stress, and at the end, cut it with a sword and send it to the church to finish it off.

Dyke Osman thought it was mercy.

The cheeky junior he met a few days ago made even the slightest sense of benevolence disappear.

“If you carelessly teased your snout, you will have to pay the price.”

Now Dyke’s purpose is much different from the beginning.

I was going to use every possible method that came out of my head to torment Conrad Perdalos.

It was also one of the plans he had prepared to blunt the blade and eliminate its killing power.

“I’d rather be begging you to kill me and let me beg you.”

Imagining the face of Bale Conrad countless times on the immortal sword.

Dyke Osman was so small that his mouth would tear.

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Stella was finally revealed on the evaluation stage while waiting for my turn.

Being moderately nervous as it was the first evaluation match, she grabbed the sword and took a ready posture.

It looked like he was preparing to face off against another 2nd year swordsman from the opposite side.

“… … .”

Including Stella’s evaluation match, there are only two matches left.

The number of games until I stood on the same stage.

“Gwa, are you okay? Don’t be nervous… . Mmm, of course you said you would win because you prepared something, but don’t be careless… .”

“Why are you trembling more than me?”

“I-I don’t know man… .”

As my turn to leave came closer, Lulu’s body, who was waiting with me, shook more and more.

It seemed that it was all about holding on to one’s mind in the midst of tension, rather than sticking next to him to cheer him on.

Well, it was better than nothing though.

“Don’t worry, I will win.”

“Who, who said what? Do you believe me too? yes?”

“For something like that, my whole body trembles like a sewing machine.”

“… It’s just that it’s a little cold.”

To say it was cold, it was April when the spring cold had already gone.

I was having such conversations with Lulu to save time, so the first evaluation match after Stella’s admission was over before I knew it.

Stella, who defeated the other male student, found my gaze and waved her hand as hard as she could.

I also waved my hand moderately to greet her and prepared for my upcoming evaluation match.

“I will be back.”

“No one will say anything to you if you lose, but you can still win.”

“You talk about it for granted.”

“Because I honestly don’t want to see you getting beaten up by a bastard like Dyke.”

It was sincere support.

I silently nodded to Lulu and moved to the bottom of the bleachers.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

As soon as I entered the arena, the eyes of hundreds of people moved toward me at the same time.

It was the actual highlight of today’s evaluation match. Even the stage was the swordsmanship’s sparring arena.

It was also natural that attention was focused on me, who was no different from an outsider.

He is also the only student from the Ministry of Magic to appear in the arena of the Swords Club.

“What, isn’t he the Ministry of Magic?”

“I thought I was going to give up, but it really came out.”

“Isn’t life worth it?”

The students each looked at me and muttered, creating a cluttered atmosphere.

“It’s been a while, Conrad.”

Dyke, who was walking from the other side with a smile, also had a face that he didn’t want to see.

“Are you ready to explode?”

“… … .”

“I’ll praise you for not managing to escape and jumping out. I didn’t know you were such a crazy person who wanted to die.”

“… … .”

“Are you so frightened that you drank honey and became mute? Where’s your cheeky attitude?”

It wasn’t worth replying to, so I let him talk, and it was funny how he let his imagination run wild.

“I think a priest would be more suitable than a prosecutor for Mad Dog senior.”

“What nonsense.”

“If you see him teasing his snout nonstop. I wonder if you are much more gifted at memorizing prayers.”

Dyke’s mouth, which seemed to be talking nonstop, was closed with only one last word left.

“You’re dead.”

When did you try not to kill me?

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Judging by how he reacts to childish provocations like this, his mental age must be at least ten years old.

“Both sides ready!”

The coach’s voice came from outside the stadium.

After opening enough distance to fit into the preparation position.

I memorized in my mind the preparations for the first use of the Blessed Spear magic.

“start!”

With a voice announcing the start of the evaluation match, a 2-meter-tall giant jumped out towards me.

Come on, you mental age of 10.