How to Survive at the Academy Chapter 246

Bellbrook subjugation (14)

Late at night, a neatly decorated laboratory on Aken Island.

Sylvania Robester opens the book.

A book that collects the records of Aspect Magic that I have been studying all my life. He was about to finish writing the sorcery book, later referred to as the ‘Seal of the Sage’ and the subject of research.

I will soon lock myself in a time prison and go to see with my own eyes the future where darkness will arrive.

It will be a long fight against the darkness, but I am only encouraging myself that I will be able to endure it somehow.

A future where all possibilities were closed, I tried to summon an existence that would open it up in some way.

I lived by chasing that possibility with the feeling of grabbing at least a straw. He spent his entire life researching Astral Magic in order to summon a man who lived in a world beyond the light of a distant star.

I couldn’t even confirm the result of that effort.

How the man will arrive in this world, when he will arrive, whether it will lead to meaningful results… nothing is certain.

I just do what I can on my own, from where I am now.

I was only able to know fragmentary information about the man who observed and looked at the world beyond the distant stars.

In a world full of numerous buildings soaring toward the sky, the man who lived surrounded by mechanical devices was always in danger of his life.

Even in the death of many colleagues, he did not let go of his own life. He tried to live the life he was given to the end, even though he experienced several setbacks and was immersed in grief and sorrow.

He is a person who tried to survive to the end in any setbacks and despair.

So, even if Sylvania is unobservable now.

If it arrives in this world someday, it will survive to the end in any way and open up new possibilities.

So, I write with a quill toward a man who might appear someday.

The story is told with respect to the man who will surely survive and stand at the end of the stage.

Seal of the Wise, Preface.

At the beginning of the book, which contains all of his life, he slowly wrote down his words to him.

– ‘You who survived.’

Ed Rosteyler rises from the wreckage and cheers. He had to resort to evil in order to raise his body, which was already covered in blood.

Even in despair, the will burns. Against the background of an army of spirits that filled the sky, a third-rate extra who is neither a protagonist nor anything stands on his feet.

– ‘The end of the long journey where you had to risk your life every moment might be very different from what you thought.’

Ed Rosteylor gathers mana to the bottom and manifests the high-ranking wind spirit Merilda once again. Blood poured from his mouth, and a line of blood flowed from his ear.

Even while staring straight at Sylvania with blurred eyes, the giant wind wolf stood up.

Sylvania gasps at the fact that the shape of that wolf is somehow familiar.

– ‘The thing that doesn’t change is that you’ve been through a long journey with difficulty, and in the end you were able to survive and stand proudly at the end.’

Sylvania, embarrassed, stuttered. Normally, she would have been able to draw her magic power in an instant, but the embarrassing emotions that shook her brain prevented her from thinking.

Ed Rosteyler expresses elemental magic as it is. The wind blade, which is only basic elemental magic, hits Sylvania’s right arm. A drop of blood flew in the air.

Sylvania couldn’t believe that she allowed such basic magic, so she clutched at the wound on her right arm.

Even the waves of high-level magic that covered the sky couldn’t hurt her.

However, just looking at the man standing upright… Sylvania couldn’t stop her trembling pupils.

Perhaps, the person standing in the middle of this future flow where everything has changed… is that man, Ed Rosteeler.

– ‘Were you happy that you could survive?’

The memory of the preface that I wrote while occasionally looking at the starry sky outside the window in the laboratory of Aken Island, the place of exile.

– ‘Or are you afraid of having to go on with a life full of pain and anguish?’

The memories of the days when I fell asleep believing that one day a man who would somehow break through the future where everything was blocked would arrive.

– ‘Did you find the reason for living?’

– ‘Was it a worthwhile life?’

– ‘What did you gain and what did you lose?’

– ‘What did you succeed and what did you fail?’

– ‘How did the joy when you are happy and the despair when you are frustrated make you?’

The contents of the letter he sent to the man from the distant future are imprinted in his mind, thinking that he will survive and arrive until the end.

The man survived.

I survived and reached the end of the stage.

The journey was long, arduous, and difficult.

Even so, he has never accepted death.

– ‘Why do we continue to live our lives, obsessing so much about this life that will all become meaningless once it’s over?’

Taily, Ayla, and Ziggs take Elvira to Ophelis Hall.

Friede flies up, looks towards the plaza where Glaskan is rampaging, and runs out.

Belle Maia, the supporting character, thinks as she lets them go. please let them be safe May you endure to the end, survive, and put an end to that calamity.

– ‘What is the reason for trying to change the journey in vain in a life that has an end?’

Sword Demon Clevius cuts through the crowd of monsters and reaches the plaza. After single-handedly cutting down hundreds of monsters, he rushes into the plaza, driven by madness rising from drunken blood.

Dyke, who followed him, clenched his fists and ran away. The combat department students also run towards the battlefield, subduing the monsters that Clevius could not handle.

– ‘Why do we struggle so futilely to survive?’

Lortel Kecheln leads a band of merchants and mercenaries into the battlefield. He fights off the flying monsters and advances to the plaza with his magic power.

When they run into a group of knights of St. Clarisse’s Cathedral approaching from the other side, they end communication with just a nod, and then join forces and run toward the plaza.

– ‘This book is a record of the anguish for the answer.’

Princess Penia and Princess Selah are separated.

Fenia is looking at Velbroke, and Selah is supporting the Emperor.

Those who want to put an end to the situation, and those who want to protect the safety of the emperor.

The values ​​of the two were clearly different, but it was impossible to pick one and say it was wrong.

So, people diverge.

Some were the lead actors, others were supporting actors.

There were those who splendidly marched under the spotlight on the stage, while there were also those who lived their lives to the fullest under the water.

Even if it doesn’t catch the light of the light, it’s definitely there. As usual, everyone’s life is like that.

Tanya Roth Taylor who entered the plaza, Professor Kalade who pierced the road to protect the students by overpowering the monsters, and Ober Forcius who was chained to the Altar of Change and holding the last piece of the seal, also guarded the group of students of the Ministry of Magic. Even Tracey and Bloomriver, who were there, all looked up at the sky filled with spirits and Aspect magic.

For some time, I didn’t feel fear at the sound of Velbroke’s roar.

they were resisting With just the will to survive.

– Quaang!

Sylvania quickly responded to Merilda’s wind magic.

I allowed the attack for a while out of embarrassment for unknown reasons, but I wasn’t so fascinated that I allowed the follow-up.

He raised his staff as it was to collect more Aspect magic, but Lucy jumped down from the spire and landed on the floor, casting the high-level lightning magic ‘Demon Punishment’ and inserting it.

– Woo-wook, quaang!

Even before the aftermath of the lightning dissipated, the spirit-type ‘dark blade’ rose from the ground and tried to pierce Sylvania.

However, Sylvania expresses a defense law with a reaction speed that exceeds human limits and bounces them all away.

An exhausted Jenika stands up from her seat. Perhaps she had already lost her eyesight, she stared into the void with her empty eyes, but she was sure to feel only the flow of her magical power.

The location of Sylvania has already been figured out.

Sylvania tries to fly into the sky to get out of Ed’s elemental range. It was the moment when he was about to take off the space itself by gathering the magical power of the Aspect.

I tried to raise the magic of the Aspect, but the magic that Lucy raised once again suppressed it.

“Where.”

Lucy’s voice was calm enough to give goosebumps even in the blood that ran so much that it covered her vision.

She barely stands up with her back bent down, and although she seems to be almost unconscious, she clearly shows hostility.

She is on the verge of losing her mind because she has gathered all her magical powers from the future. Nonetheless, she is firmly united with the determination to subdue Sylvania as surely as possible.

Sylvania breathed out and raised her wand again.

First of all, in order to use Aspect Magic, Lucy had to be subdued. This was because Lucy was the only one who could practically suppress the magic of the Aspect of Sylvania.

Lucy is dying. Even a single direct hit with proper elemental magic can overwhelm them.

It was the moment when he tried to draw out normal mana like that.

– Hwaaaak

That brief moment when Jenika blocked the monsters and Lucy blocked Sylvania’s Aspect magic.

At this moment, there was only one person who could draw out Aspect magic.

Ed Rosteyler activates ‘Forced Gathering’ using the Aspect Magic that he forcibly pulled out.

Aspect magic can only be countered with Aspect magic. However, the magical power of Sylvania’s Aspect… Lucy, who was already on the verge of losing consciousness, was forcibly suppressing it.

Sylvania’s body is sucked back into Ed Rosteyler’s. She forced her dagger into Sylvania’s shoulder, which came within range.

“Ku, ugh…!”

Without giving him a chance to let out a scream of pain, Ed put his weight on the dagger.

Now that the strength of the body has been exhausted, it was difficult to give a valid blow unless you put weight on it.

“Huh, uh huh…”

The pain rising from the dagger-pierced shoulder assaulted Sylvania’s mind.

Looking at his bloody shoulders, before he can draw out his mana again, Ed trips over Sylvania and gets on top of him.

“Cheer, Kahak…!”

I roll on the floor while being stabbed by a dagger. A moan of pain escapes Sylvania’s mouth as her wounds unravel.

After pulling the dagger off Sylvania’s shoulder, he pulled out all the strength of his body again and tried to strike down the dagger he was holding with both hands.

That moment…

– Caang!

Ed’s dagger was blocked by Sylvania’s cane.

Sylvania was trembling from the wounds stabbed by the dagger, and Ed had already overworked his body to the limit, so he couldn’t put more effort into it.

Due to the strangely tuned balance of power, Ed’s dagger is unable to advance. The dagger aiming at Sylvania’s forehead trembled and went up and down repeatedly.

Ed’s blood drips down Sylvania’s face.

Ed’s eyes, visible under the shade of his flowing bangs, are still full of the will to survive.

With the trembling dagger between them, the two fought for a while.

It was clear that the dagger would come in an instant if the strength in his arms relaxed even a little in order to gather mana.

Sylvania was pushing the balance of power to the side while holding back the intense pain rising from her shoulder, trying to somehow get rid of the dagger.

However, Ed, who was already in a state of disrepair, pushed the dagger towards Sylvania with his teeth clenched with his body almost weak.

Sylvania also knows those eyes.

The records of the man Sylvania saw in the distant past… slowly… start to permeate into the memory.

The man was a soldier who wandered the battlefield.

I met a lot of people on the front line where bullets came and went.

Meeting many people of different nationalities and with different purposes for entering the battlefield, we sometimes laughed, fought, and reconciled again. Beyond comrades, I even thought of him as a family member.

And, all those ties were dead.

In the middle of the battlefield where blood flows like a river, the man clutches his head and trembles from gunfire.

The friend who shared the bread for supply is rolling on the floor with his head pierced. The amulet containing the family photos he treasured is buried in the mud.

A female military officer who had a crush on him was killed by a grenade fragment while hiding the man in the grass.

Thanks to the officer’s sacrifice, the man and his colleague survive by hiding in the woods. However, the seriously injured comrade is unable to move due to inconvenient movement. The man crosses the forest in the middle of the night on his back to try to save his colleague somehow, but in the end the colleague dies from excessive blood loss on the man’s back.

Now the man doesn’t even have a friend left. He had no family in the first place.

In an empty life, a man puts a gun to his head. It is only difficult for her to continue living a meaningless life.

However, the man shook his head, gritted his teeth, and lowered the muzzle. She somehow survives from the battlefield and returns to her unit.

That’s how you get put into another battlefield, meet new comrades, build friendships, and watch them die.

Sometimes they save their comrades, sometimes they don’t. Some die, some live.

In the boundary between life and death, the man somehow continues his life.

That way, the man eventually survived the waves of war.

He established a revolutionary criminal record and was praised for that, but the feeling never returned to his thigh that had been hit by a bullet.

Returning to society as a wounded soldier, he is ordered to spend the rest of his life in the arms of his peaceful motherland.

Having lived under gunfire all his life, he was not familiar with the city center of his home country, which is full of towering buildings and people intoxicated with peace.

When I go to sleep in the peaceful city dwelling, the faces of my dead comrades float past my eyelids.

I open my eyes wide at dawn, come out to the living room, drink cold water, and endure the rising nausea.

He suffers from hallucinations and pain for a long time, but somehow manages to survive the long dark night.

If you hold on like that, the morning sun will rise.

Even beyond the windows of a small officetel building, the light of dawn shines.

No matter how long the dark night is, morning always comes.

the man reads a book

Sit by the window and listen to music.

Drink coffee.

Have fun talking on the phone with your surviving comrades.

do rehabilitation exercises

clean the room

play a game

Open windows to ventilate.

Feed your puppies.

Take a shower.

Change clothes.

Assemble new furniture.

Repair a broken vacuum cleaner.

check the mail

Eat loosely cooked rice.

Occasionally, he recalls putting a gun to his head in the forest in the rain.

Thinking of the gun he had barely lowered, the man fell into contemplation. I don’t know why, but he didn’t end it even though it was a life where he couldn’t see any reason to live.

Life hasn’t changed much since then.

There was no turning upside down of my life, and no resolution of all the troubles I had been living with like chronic illnesses.

Just like that, life went on.

So, I just lived the life that went on.

Only then did the man realize.

The peace that only feels uncomfortable, like wearing clothes that don’t fit, has become accustomed to it and enjoys it naturally.

You can get a good night’s sleep even in a place where you can’t hear gunshots all day.

Even the images of the dead comrades, who had only shimmered when their eyes were closed, were recalled as smiling comfortably before they knew it.

It didn’t change that much in the morning, but at some point, when you wake up, it’s like that.

Living was like that.

– Caang!

– Pooh!

Ed Roth Taylor’s dagger pierced Sylvania’s other shoulder.

No matter how much Ed Rosteiler was in a dying state, it was not easy for the diminutive Sylvania to block the dagger that pushed back with weight.

Little by little, while pushing the blade of the dagger that was being rolled into the wound… Slowly Sylvania opened her mouth.

“Hey.”

Hearing that surprisingly refreshing voice, Ed widened his eyes and looked at Sylvania.

since when

The light of reason shines in the mad eyes. Ed’s blood dripping down his pale cheeks was dripping down to the floor.

Stuck in the dark, a question you must have asked yourself countless times during the long voyage.

I was afraid to hear the answer, so I handed the words that didn’t come out of my mouth to Ed.

“Did I live a life worth living?”

Among those who bowed their heads saying it was just a meaningless struggle, the life I lived with my head up to the end. Was it worth it?

Ed Rosteylor kept his gaze down as it was, trying to say something to Sylvania.

Whatever it is, the moment I say it out of my mouth, I feel like it will just become a mouthful.

Ed Rosteyler neither laughs nor cries, and, as always, has an expressionless face…

He just nodded slowly.

Even that small affirmation made Sylvania Robester close her eyes and shed tears.

Ed’s grip on the dagger loosened.

Slowly, Ed was losing consciousness.

Velbroke’s roar covered the sky once more, and magic cannons swept through the Isle of Aken.

The power that spread from the west coastline and spread out with the momentum to devastate the island… even reached the entrance plaza where the battle was in full swing.

Ed was also almost swept away by the aftermath, but magical energy quickly rises around Sylvania and Ed.

The two were covered by the high-aspect magic “space curtain” and were able to escape the shock safely.