How to Survive at the Academy Chapter 257

[Side Story] Wind Flower (7)

There is something called the ‘Yeomsa Recording Magic Device’.

This item has a history of being used by Assistant Professor Claire to investigate the darkness during the occupation of the Ophelis Hall.

Basically, it is a magic engineering item managed by the Sylvania Academy, and it is a device that is bigger and heavier than the body of a strong man. I know that it is usually disassembled and divided into several bags to carry around.

Basically, there are many unstable parts as it uses the less-studied Aspect Magic Theory. It is a treasure among treasures that has been reapplied with all kinds of high-quality materials to ensure stability, and the best researchers of the undergraduate school have rushed to repeat maintenance.

Basically, if you want to use this magical engineering product, you have to go through a strict internal examination by the academic committee.

Since the academic budget that went into this one device is enormous, it is practically the same as carrying a huge mansion.

The reason why he was able to take such valuable items out of the school was because he was worthy of the name Ed Roth Taylor.

Consideration that can be received even in the Sylvania school is because it is not a job to take out an expensive magic engineering item.

“Basically, it is difficult to see the past for more than a year no matter how much mana I pour into the flame record magic. But if you can handle Aspect magic, the story will be very different.”

The place was the square of Toren Village.

It was because they had to get help from the villagers to install the engineering supplies.

A large magic engineering item installed upright in the center of the plaza. Gears embedded here and there were turning here and there, and mysterious light was flowing from the magic beads that were visible in the middle.

Even with the help of villagers, it took nearly half a day to install.

“There would have been limitations when assistant professor Claire or the academic staff used it, but now that Aspect Magic has been studied to some extent, its performance is completely different. A few hundred years ago, you should be able to peek.”

“Is it that much? Isn’t that a groundbreaking thing? If you want to be able to look at any past, isn’t it possible to solve all old unsolved cases… ”

“Of course, looking into the distant past is not that easy.”

How nice it would be if things in the world were solved so easily.

If you want to channel the flow of magical power far into the distant past, you need a suitable medium.

I brushed my hands and looked around.

Thankfully, the Toren villagers who helped with the installation were sitting and watching, and Jenika was also sitting next to her, looking up at the equipment.

“Now that basic information gathering is over, where… Let’s check it out.”

I had a request from Yenika, but anyway, the purpose of my coming here is for academic research.

Shouldn’t I be able to live if I have to bring a proper result?

There was an existence that could serve as an intermediary.

I quietly lowered my head and gathered the mana of my body. When I gave strength like that, the response of the spirits in my whole body quickly heated up.

– Whoaaaaaagh!

A gigantic wind blows and strikes, and a gigantic wolf emerges and raises itself. The gigantic wind spirit that exudes a sense of intimidation with just its presence made all the villagers shut up.

– Kooung

Meryl is standing tall with her white fur waving in the wind of the alpine region.

All the villagers gulped and watched the scene. Most of the people who saw the high-ranking spirit itself for the first time.

– ‘No, that’s ridiculous… the wolf… A house-sized wolf… ‘

– ‘Shh… be careful… I might get eaten… !’

The villagers were so nervous that they couldn’t even breathe for a while, and the wolf let out a snort like a sigh and wrapped itself in the wind.

As it is, the shape of the manifested body changes, and lands on the floor as a girl with white hair tied up.

[In the end, things turn out like this. ]

The manifested Merilda brushed off the hem of her skirt and looked at Jenika and me, then sighed deeply and shook her head.

[Yes, if you use my magic as a medium, you will be able to observe the flow of the past related to Sylvania to some extent. Because we shared a lot of magic. ]

“You are more cooperative than I thought.”

[What am I supposed to do if I rebel? Will you guys listen to me ]

Glancing at the dumbfounded villagers, Merilda sighed again and turned around.

[Because we can’t make our Ed better go back to the bachelor’s school empty-handed. Yeah, I need to get my hands on something. Check it out. What kind of terrible end the highest wind spirit met. ]

Hearing that story, I raised the magic of the Aspect this time.

Leaving behind the villagers who were astounded by the first aspect of Aspect Magic, I gnashed my teeth and poured the dark red magic that I raised with all my might into the magical engineering supplies.

Then, dark red magic flowed from the flame recorder. I quietly closed my eyes while feeling the scenery engraved in my mind as if it were imprinted in my memory.

* * *

Katen Failover was just an ordinary girl who liked to take care of the occasional pansies on the ridge.

She was the kind of girl who felt the satisfaction of life just by watching the pansy flowers along the road rustling here and there in the wind in the high mountains.

The hair was braided. Unlike Jenika, who had her side hair braided along the grain, it was a girl with her waist-long hair braided all the way forward. Her reddish hair was as beautiful as the pansy flowers on the roadside, and the villagers always praised her beautiful hair.

The girl was born with some elemental sensitivity, but that didn’t make her special.

It’s only to the extent that you can sense the presence of fluid spirits from time to time, or converse with feeble lower spirits. There was no more ability, no potential to grow further… She was just a girl destined to live as a village woman.

Until they find Tircalax lying in the woods with fatal wounds.

“… ”

The spectacle unfolded by the yeomsa recording device unfolds before your eyes as if in reality. I heard that it was directly imprinted in my brain, but I never thought it would be this realistic.

A feeling of floating in the air. I don’t get used to the feeling of observing a flame target right next to me.

Still, experiencing it in this form makes it all the more clear how shocking the scene that Caiten Failover found while walking in the woods was.

A girl carrying a basket full of eggs through the woods finds a young man lying under a huge tree.

There is almost no magic power left to maintain the present state. An unimaginable amount of blood was scattered around the young man.

Above all, the most eye-catching thing is the corpse of a giant snake. The corpse of a snake lying in two pieces behind the fallen youth makes me feel sick just by looking at it.

I know the identity of that snake. It’s a name you’ll likely hear once if you’re researching animology.

Higher Dark Spirit Flucurox.

If Glaskan hadn’t been occupying the position of the highest ranking Dark Spirit, he would have been sitting there. It is exceptionally strong among high-ranking spirits, and its cruelty is famous, so its name is still left in the history books.

It was recorded that at some point it disappeared according to the laws of nature and did not appear again, but in reality it was brought to an end by the highest wind spirit Tyrcalax.

Despite the mightiness of trying to surpass the highest level spirit, I heard that the poison and curses that the snake scatters last for hundreds of years. There were even cities in the Western Continent that had been destroyed by the miasma of Phlokurox. It’s a very old story now.

‘It was Tyr’calax who subdued Flucurox… ?’

At this point, it is already a great discovery that will change the records of several historical books.

First of all, I felt like I had some achievements that could be voiced at the level of academic research.

– ‘this… Unbelievable… ! Gwa, are you okay?!’

Caitene Failover was stunned when she saw the fallen young man and ran to give him first aid.

The manifested Tir’calax took a human form to minimize the consumption of mana, but due to the curse left by Plurcurox right before his death, he was unable to properly control his mana.

The spirit has no concept of death. There is only the bridle of the cycle that reduces it to nature and returns to the fluid spirit.

Flucurox was also well aware of this fact, so he carved a curse on Tyrcalax right before he was reduced as a fluid spirit.

Imprisoning Tircalax within his frail human form, disenchanting him and causing him to writhe endlessly in pain from a wound that will never heal.

The absence of death is both a blessing and a curse. Because of the imprinted curse, he could not properly control his magic power and had to constantly fall into the agony of wounds.

The curse drives the mind into a corner. The goal is to make you lose your mind after struggling in excruciating pain.

The fact that Tyrcalax in such a state was discovered by a third-class elementalist named Caitin… It must have been a joke of fate.

After that, it was a breeze.

Like a girl who grew up among rural women, Caitne Failover was good with her hands and had good life skills.

For the young man who struggled in pain every time, he gathered grass to make a bed, and when that seemed insufficient, he gathered wood to make a shelter.

It was really impressive to see him create something with his tiny body and small body.

Tyrcalax did not want to be seen by humans. Spirits are extremely wary of getting involved with non-spiritual humans. The reason was obvious. It was because the words of the spirits who communicated with humans more than necessary were usually not good.

Caitine understood Tir’calax’s feelings, and always looked out for Tir’calax on her own whenever she went to and from the forest.

They bring cotton and cloth from the village and make a proper bed.

At night, in case it gets cold, light a fire to protect it, and build a proper tent in case it rains.

The Curse of Flucurox would weaken with each passing day, but at a very slow pace. Thinking that it would be difficult to take care of a young man in such an environment every time, the girl recalls an abandoned cabin deeper in the forest.

It was a place where old hunters who used this forest as a hunting ground for a long time used it as a base camp. It was an abandoned hut that is no longer in use.

Katin drags the young man’s heavy body there over the course of two days.

Light a campfire in front of the cabin, and bring the right tools. That’s how I continue my nursing life.

the sun rises and the moon sets It rained and snowed, but Caitine sat in the cabin all the time, sitting next to Tyrcalax and listening to his story’.

He also brought cooking utensils and cooked hot soup every time, but the young man did not put it on his mouth properly. For the spirits, food intake did not mean much.

Rather, in order to unravel the twisted flow of magical power, she had to rely on Caitine’s feeble talent as an Elementalist.

As he lay in bed every day and observed the flow of Tyrcalax’s magical power, Caitin’s ability to respond to spirits gradually improved.

It was because it was rare for a person to have the opportunity to communicate with the Supreme Spirit up close.

Little by little, to help Tyrcalax, his understanding of the spirits also increases. At some point, she was able to easily communicate with her lieutenant spirits, and in Toren Village, she was proud of her as a proper spirit spirit.

Tircalax’s condition improved, and he began to control himself.

It’s not yet fully humanized, but at least it’s good enough that Caitine doesn’t have to manage the cabin camp by herself.

I lead my tired body to go around the camp, take a short walk or check my magic power. As he got better, he cut firewood and did maintenance of the hut.

Thus, Tircalax lived as a human for a very short time.

It may be but a fleeting moment in the long lifetime of the Highest Elemental, but that fleeting memory was etched into Tyr’calax’s mind for eternity.

The one who was always by his side at that moment was a girl named Katin.

A girl who would roll up her arms whenever she did anything and start looking at Tyrcalax as if she were confident. A useless human girl who is infinitely weak and cannot live less than 100 years.

Even though he knew full well that trying to weave more than necessary would only lead to suffering, Tyrcalax followed the girl and thought of her.

Walking along the ridge and looking at the mountains of Pulan together, there was a unique sense of security.

Mountain range at sunset. Tircalax liked the scenery.

Carrying a picnic bag, I follow Katin as she trots along while humming a song. The scenery of the mountains overlooking her is left in her heart like a picture.

– ‘You know, people in my village call the pansy flowers that bloom along the ridge like that wind flower.’

– ‘Wind flower? You mean those pansies?’

– ‘huh. As you know, the wind always blows in the high mountains. When I look at pansy flowers, they are always swaying here and there depending on the wind.’

Sitting on the fence by the roadside, I get blown by the wind.

Tircalax’s dark red hair, which swayed at the same time, was also extending in the same direction as Caitin’s head.

– ‘You’re looking at the direction the wind is going.’

– ‘is ​​it… Humans give such meaning… ‘

– ‘Ahaha, it might feel a bit useless to Tircalax. It may be hard to understand, but humans like to give meaning to things like that. Look at this.’

Katin jumps off the fence and sees pansies blooming on the side of the road, smiling brightly.

The swaying pansy flowers look as if they are looking in the direction the wind is heading.

– ‘There are such dainty and pretty flowers. Then I want to attach a story to something.’

– ‘Do you think that way too?’

– ‘Well, well. I’m giving it a slightly different meaning.’

Katin looked at the swaying pansy flowers before closing her eyes gently.

– ‘The wind freely roams the world, but a single pansy flower remains still with its roots in the ground. I’m just burying my feet in the soil like this and just staring blankly at the wind blowing around the world.’

– ‘… ‘

– ‘The reason why you shake your head toward the wind is probably because you wanted to play along with the wind. But, flowers die when they are rooted out.’

What is the feeling of a single flower looking up at the expansive expanse of sky?

It’s like ordinary people who yearn for someone they can’t reach even if they stretch out their hands, and sincerely long for someone who is far higher.

Could it be the image of the crowd standing still, rooted in reality, watching someone who freely expresses his will while playing in the world like the wind?

The pansy flowers in full bloom along the ridge seem to have gathered their yearnings and wishes.

Could that be the image of Caitin who loved Tircalax? Or is it the image of Yenika Failover who longs for Ed Rosteiler?

Or is it both?

– ‘Soon, how much will the curse be rectified?’

– ‘okay… ‘

– ‘Come over once in a while if you think of it~ Humans, from the point of view of the spirits, are weak beings who pick up and die if they don’t see you for a while. So don’t forget, and come when you can!’

Seeing him pat Tyr’calax’s chest while laughing like that, Tyr’calax burst into laughter.

And I couldn’t help but admit it. That he felt more than a bond with this girl.

Even though he knew that such feelings were poisonous to a spirit who lived almost forever, he had no choice but to admit it. Of all the humans she had met, none was as special as this girl.

Let’s remember now.

Tyrcalax had no choice but to take care of himself. And he thought it was the right thing to do.

Until he confirmed that the Curse Imprint of Flucurox had manifested on the back of Katin’s hand.

* * *

“… … .”

[The reason why the curse of Flucurox was able to destroy a city is because it has the property of being contagious through magic. ]

I closed my eyes gently at Merilda’s voice whispering in my ear. The story that followed didn’t sound very pleasant.

Actually I knew. Their story does not end with a happy ending.

That’s why Merilda didn’t want to tell Yenika about this story.