How to Survive at the Academy Chapter 78

Freshman Class Placement Test (2)

Even the chief dean, McDowell, felt a little relaxed in the relaxed academic atmosphere.

Sitting at his desk in the private office of the Tricks building, the elderly gentleman stretched out once again and went through the stack of papers.

When it comes to reporting documents for undergraduate work during vacation, it is less than half of what it usually is. It’s good that the workload has been reduced, but it’s really sad that you have to work even during vacation.

At this level, it is rare to be dissatisfied with the workload itself, but McDowell often thinks that it would be nice if at least the minimum quality of life was guaranteed.

“Today is the day of the freshman class placement test…”

The professors in charge of class assignments in the Ministry of Combat, Ministry of Magic, and Ministry of Alchemy all reported and submitted documents.

The location and content of the exam are all different. However, all of them have come up with acceptable scoring standards and contents.

Among them, the place of particular interest is the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic’s placement exams were always under the supervision of Professor Glast. Even in his bachelor’s degree, he completely trusted his insight, so he had completely entrusted everything to his eyes.

Professor Glast, who has been in charge of selecting freshmen for several years, is missing. How will the Ministry of Magic judge the new students’ abilities and give them discrimination?

I looked into it with interest.

The professor in charge of the class placement test is Claire Elfin, Glast’s protégé. Rumors about her are often heard among her bachelor elders to the point of infamy.

It is said that he must have saved the country in his previous life. Otherwise, people say that people can’t be so good.

Around her, only the best talents always gather around her, regardless of whether she is a teacher or a disciple. Whether it’s the fate of attracting people, there really is no one to throw away.

It is very enviable luck from the perspective of being in the teaching profession. He was a human being who listened to such sounds as if he were eating them.

“Hmm…”

Professor McDowell wondered if this man was so fortunate.

I looked through the list of her labs, but I get an ambiguous feeling again if this is really a list of elites who have no one to throw away.

Thinking that there must be a reason for everything, he roughly agreed, and Professor McDowell signed the document and handed it over.

[ Report on the lab list ? Assistant Professor Claire Elfin]

Lab Director: Claire Elfin Senior Assistant: Anis Heylan Undergraduate Scholarship Personnel: Onyx Felomere Ed Rosteiler Clevius Nortondale

*

“This is kinda bad… Ahaha…”

Assistant Professor Claire, who was sitting at the top of Mount Orne, let out a sigh of concern.

In front of the altar, five or six broken magical engineering items were lined up.

“The circuit itself must have been distorted by an external shock. Even if I try to inject magic power, it doesn’t work. I’ll have to ask the magic engineering professor to repair this separately. But I don’t have time for that right now…”

‘Welcome Disc’

It was a rare grade magic engineering item, and it was a tool that attracted and confused opponents with the illusion of all kinds of beasts and monsters.

The key was to use dozens of these as traps and scatter them on the way to the top. In fact, there are still many other discs left, so it may seem that five or six of them are broken.

“To think that only the most important discs would break down… It’s a headache.”

However, the purple disks that Anise carried were different from the other disks.

Made with much more sophisticated circuits and powerful magical powers… These were the guys who would serve as the final gateway to this class assignment test.

If the hallucinations manifested in normal discs are about wolves or kobolds, in this purple disc, really proper monsters and beasts pop out.

As far as I know, most first year students have been subdued by grizzly bears, red blooded gargoyles, and eternal banshees that have sprung from these purple discs.

They are enemies that cannot be dealt with at the freshman level. Later, when the bachelor’s side questioned assistant professor Claire, ‘Huh? Didn’t you have to win at that level to be in class A?’

Even if it rots, it’s Junchi, anyway, she is also Professor Glast’s disciple.

Even if he looks innocent in the world, he is cold-hearted in important parts, so it is impossible to hastily judge based on his impression.

“It can’t be helped. There are two purple discs left… I just have to test with these. I have to install them in overlapping sections of traffic as much as possible to cover them.”

It’s a nice thing to say, but Assistant Professor Claire is well aware that it’s not a good thing.

The narrower the coverage of the purple disk, the greater the chance that the test itself will depend on luck.

Students who are lucky enough to not have stimulated the purple disc easily pass, but students who have stimulated the purple disc despite being more capable will quickly drop out.

“How did you manage to get here, and you can’t use all of this?!”

Clevius, with his gloomy appearance, tore his hair in a gloomy-looking manner.

“Wow, really! You worked so hard! How did this…!”

I was about to say that, but when I saw Anis crouching in the corner of the altar, I quickly swallowed my breath.

The cause of the situation was Anis.

He said he couldn’t carelessly manage important engineering supplies, and he said he would carry them by himself in case he lost them, so he dropped them to the ground.

It looks very sturdy on the outside, so if you are not versed in engineering, you may not know it, but the internal circuit is so sensitive that you have to handle it with care.

Assistant Professor Claire’s negligence in not telling these things in advance is also a problem. Anis was so good at her work that she thought it would be easy to take care of everything on her own.

“…I’m sorry. I should have been more alert.”

“No, that…”

Clevius broke out in a cold sweat and quickly lowered his head. While hesitantly, he swiped his fingertips and said, ‘No, how can I get angry with such an apologetic face!’ I muttered to myself.

In an instant, the atmosphere became gloomy.

Assistant Professor Claire, Senior Onyx, and Clevius were all silent, so I spoke first.

“It’s not like a broken magic engineering item is coming back.”

What is certain is that the situation itself is not serious.

As far as I know, it was these purple discs prepared by Assistant Professor Claire that frustrated the first year students in the <Sylvania Failed Sword Master>.

Since this freshman class placement test was an event with a weight that was just news from afar in the affairs of affairs, I don’t know how the specific test content went.

But it’s a bit hard to think that this kind of happening would have happened in an affair.

The reason Anise dropped important magical engineering supplies was because she was surprised to see me following closely.

Then… the flow behind this is not difficult to draw.

If really, because of the drastically lowered difficulty level, Class A passers start appearing…

It even affects the ‘joint combat practice’ event that follows.

New students attacking Taylor with the desire to become the first class A students. Taily, the swordsman who subdues such freshmen casually. And Clarisse, a saint who is interested in seeing such a taily.

The whole structure of this story is distorted.

In addition, once the class assignment itself of the freshman characters is distorted, all the happenings and human relationships that will happen between them are all passed into the unknown area.

Of course not everything can be perfect. Even if it’s a small part, somehow… but this is too big a twist.

It’s just that it hurts too much to just leave it alone.

*

When do you realize that you have come to Sylvania, the land of learning?

If you ask Tanya, she will answer that it was when she directly received a noble student as her classmate.

To be specific, it was Saint Clarisse.

The policy of a place where the virtue of learning precedes the noble and lowly of the social status makes everyone in the world look up to them, and even the holy ones who are closest to the voice of the Goddess Telos walk through Gyodong-dong as human beings.

Not many people have even seen the real Saint Clarisse, and even if they did, it would have been only a small figure far away beyond the crowds.

She is a girl who is the spiritual support of millions of followers of Telos.

Clarisse, who stood in front of the public, was a person who always wore a white robe and shone brightly, and wherever she went, all the people around her naturally knelt.

The sight of such Clarisse joining the group in the same Sylvania school uniform as everyone else, without even being escorted by the knights of the cathedral, is beyond miraculous and feels surreal.

I even wonder if it would be okay for such a person to join the group as a human being.

Even if they wear the same clothes, the human dignity itself does not disappear.

Her hair, more gray than silver, flows down her shoulders to her waist, and her terrifyingly red eyes do not even move.

Except for the red bow-shaped hairpin that occupies a large space on the right side of her hair, she looks dazzling despite no other jewelry to be seen.

The entrance to the right mountain.

The new students of the Ministry of Magic, who had been gathered waiting for the start of the exam, stiffened as one.

The students, who are members of the Church of Telos, have already knelt down. Since the heads of the Roth Taylor family were baptized by the Church of Telos on a large scale, Tanya quickly bowed her head and took the bow.

“Thank you, but it’s okay if you drop your manners.”

A small but clear voice permeated the freshmen.

“If you try to take care of all the manners one by one, life as a college student will become difficult. Please simplify some of the manners for me.”

Despite what Clarisse said, the students were reluctant to raise their heads.

The first to raise her head was Tanya Rosteyler.

In terms of the nobility of his status, he was a person who had at least some room to compare with Clarisse.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Saint Clarice. I’m Tanya Rosteiler, the next head of the Roth-Taylor family.”

“Oh, it’s the Ross Taylor family. The head of that place, Crepin, was baptized by me. I was too young at the time, so I don’t remember very well.”

“I consider it an honor.”

Seeing Tanya, who was confident in her every move, being courteous and courteous, was a refreshing shock to other classmates as well.

Tanya is a girl who protects the dignity of a young lady like a knife, but she rarely bows her head or shows an attitude of concession to anyone.

However, no matter how determined her character was, if the opponent was a saint of the church, the story would be different.

“I heard the news about my eldest daughter, Arnen, a few years ago. It’s a bit late, but I’d like to offer my deepest condolences.”

Arwen, not Arnen. However, Tanya did not bother to correct her words. If you have to correct it, the atmosphere will only become strange.

Given the status of a saintess who has to live openly with all aristocratic families throughout the country, it is a bit harsh to expect her to memorize all the names of her children from aristocratic families. It’s fortunate that I remember them in a similar way.

In the first place, at this Sylvania Academy, there was no one other than Princess Penia who could face that Clarice at eye level.

“It’s an honor just for you to remember and comfort me. When I become an adult, I will go to be baptized.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Miss Tanya.”

After talking like that, we exchanged laughs, and at least the stiff atmosphere seems to be relieved. The students around him, who were hesitant, began to soften little by little.

The encounter with the saintess is a really impressive event, but the most important thing is the class assignment test that will be taken right now.

The Combat Department is the Student Plaza, the Magic Department is at the entrance to Mount Orn, and the Alchemy Department is in the basement of the Ober Building.

The meeting place and test contents were different depending on the affiliation, but the goal was the same.

That’s what it means to be assigned to Class A.

Over the years, as Professor Glast took charge of the class placement test, the status of class A members has risen to an unbelievable level.

Even if you just look at the members of Class A of the 2nd year preparatory class, it is the same. From Lucy, Lortel, Ziggs, Ayla, and Adele… More than half of the students were treated like aces who were already regarded as the best.

In addition to that status, there are additional benefits for class A students.

Tuition is fully waived, students are eligible to move into Ophelis Hall, a dormitory that all undergraduates look up to, and most of the student welfare facilities are free of charge.

Whether you want that high honor or practical benefits, a place in Class A is something that freshmen can’t help but covet.

It was the same with all the freshmen who gathered at the entrance of Mount Oreun. Most of the students wanted to be in Class A for their own reasons.

“I thought the flash magic was manifested at the top of the mountain as a signal…”

As Tanya muttered, she looked up at the top of the mountain in the middle of the crowd.

With flash magic as a signal flare, magic stones of all kinds are beginning to be endowed with magic stones hidden here and there on Mount Orn.

After finding the magic stone by using each person’s sensitivity, if they can offer it to the altar at the top, they will pass the test.

The type of mana stone found, the time it took, and the breakthrough method were used as criteria for scoring, so you should hurry.

After all, they are freshmen in Sylvania.

It’s not just those of high rank. It is full of promising players with ridiculous skills in various fields. Of course, he is also full of desire to learn.

Even if it was confined to the Ministry of Magic, how many freshmen would say that they were naira?

Saint Clarisse of the Church of Telos, Tanya, the daughter of the Ross Taylor family, Eig, the successor of the Rokin mercenary army, Joseph, the youngest researcher of the Tog Magic Society… I cannot name all of them.

Everyone gathered their eyes and looked up at the top of the mountain.

The tip of the dimly visible altar was higher than expected.

*

A sword demon lives in the Nortondale family. It’s a long rumor.

If you lose your reason, you won’t even be able to distinguish between friends and family. Pierce pupils with daggers, pull out jaws with bare hands, tear human flesh, and crush bones.

If you can hold only one blade of anything in your hand, you will rip off all visible flesh and enjoy the bliss of being covered in blood fountains.

Even in the Nortondale family, the best swordsmen on the continent, it was difficult to turn the boy who was born with an inner demon into a human.

No matter how much you pretend to be human, if you lose your sanity, the surroundings will be a sea of ​​blood. The old concept of morality does not work for the monster that slays the surroundings while scattering red eyes.

I’ve never been taught how to use a sword, but I know how to handle it. After only two days of waking up to magical powers, he began to put mana on his sword.

His talent as a swordsman is truly outstanding, but his basics as a human are the opposite.

Even Evian Nortondale, the head of the Nortondale family, eventually gave up on him.

The Nortondale family knew it well.

Regardless of my will, Clevius Nortondale can’t do anything about the devilish temperament he was born with.

In order to curb something demonic within him, he eventually needs to distance himself from his natural powers.

Rumors of being a blood-crazed sword demon, accusations of disgrace to the family, and the pressure that a monster like you made everyone suffer all accompanied Clavius’ childhood. A label called a monster followed him all his life.

His low self-esteem turned him into a grim man, but at least his life as a blood-crazed monster came to an end.

He no longer enjoys holding the sword. I am afraid that my powers will kill something. I’d rather run away than fight.

Learned fear eats into him. The low self-esteem was already taken for granted.

“You must hold the sword.”

Those were the words of Ed Rosteeler.

At the top of the right mountain, the ‘Altar of Altar’.

The members of Claire’s lab sat together and exchanged opinions. Among them, the alternative that Ed Rosteyler, who was deeply immersed in thoughts alone, came up with was ‘change the contents of the test’.

“The last altar is to be blocked by ourselves. If we can break through the altar the seniors are guarding, it means that we are qualified for Class A, so it’s not bad in name. In general, the members of Class A are all stronger or more capable than the seniors one year above them. there was.”

“Let’s deal with freshmen who come up directly..? Then who will be the coach?”

“It doesn’t have to be. It’s a supervisory system with a big aspect of preventing cheating, but if we become the test itself, there’s no reason to supervise. As for safety supervision, Onyx-senpai alone should be able to handle everything.”

The right mountain is too wide to cover alone. However, if it was Onyx, who had a good knowledge of flying magic, it would be possible to cover accidents for safety reasons, even if it wasn’t to supervise detailed cheating.

“But… in the first place, the report on the exam contents has already been uploaded to the bachelor’s side. To change the contents of the exam now…!”

“You can report that kind of thing again, Anise. You just have to revise the report itself a little and submit it.”

“You’re going to take the test first and then do a follow-up report? Isn’t that a violation of school rules?”

“You can run to report it from now on. The person with the authority to report… Assistant Professor Claire.”

Saying that, everyone looked in the direction of Assistant Professor Claire.

It was Ed Rosteeler who gave his opinion, but it was Assistant Professor Claire who made the decision anyway.

“Uh… uhm…? From now on, I want you to write a report and submit it again…? What the heck, do I have to be overworked again?!”

“Isn’t that possible?”

“If I run like crazy to the lab and quickly review the copy… it might be possible until the test results come out…?”

Claire muttered and pondered for a moment, then spoke back to Ed.

“Certainly, if things go on like this, the difficulty of the exam will become too easy, and too many A class passers will be produced… Then there will be a lot of backstories coming out… But, conversely, if you defend the altar, will you be able to deal with all the freshmen? ?”

“Strictly speaking, we don’t have to deal with all of them. We only have to deal with those who have found the Mana Stone and climbed through the field of magic engineering supplies.”

“If you’re a kid who’s gone through all of that, then you’re probably going to be one of them, right?”

“Most of them will be exhausted anyway. I think it will be more doable than I thought.”

There are no purple discs, but just breaking through a field of normal illusion discs will take quite a bit of effort.

In the center of the crowd, Ed washed his face dry once more. He just brushed his bangs, took a deep breath, and spoke straight.

“To sum it up, it’s like this. While assistant professor Claire quickly goes to report the revised documents, Onyx-senpai runs to supervise student safety, Clevius blocks the south entrance of this altar, and Anise blocks the north entrance.”

“Then what about Ed?”

When Anise said that, Ed tapped the altar.

“I’ll guard the altar. I’ve got some things in mind, so I’d rather be here. I don’t think I have time… to elaborate.”

After saying that, there was still silence between all of them.

Ed’s alternative was plausible in its own way.

Anise is a model student in the Department of Elements, and Clevius is the head of the combat department in his own way.

Of course, it can be difficult to stop all the new students who have climbed through the field of engineering supplies with just the two of them. However, since the freshmen are exhausted, the two of them should be able to handle more than 90%.

However, there is no guarantee that everything will go perfectly, and the fact that Ed himself will be at the altar right now is very disturbing.

“It’s my fault that things turned out this way… I’m not complaining.”

However, Anis gave such a cool answer.

Assistant Professor Claire also thought hard and seemed to be gradually moving to Ed’s opinion, and Onyx didn’t seem to have any complaints either.

All that was left was Clevius.

All eyes are focused on one body.

“Ah… oh… ah…!!! Seriously…!”

Clevius doesn’t trust Ed Rosteyler. However, if everyone’s opinions are converging on one place, it is difficult for even Cleveland to be stubborn.

“Okay…! Got it…!”

Assistant Professor Claire quickly descends the mountainside.

Onyx Felomere collects mana with difficulty and floats her body little by little.

Anise Heylan, gathering the power of elemental magic and inspecting his body, goes to block the northern entrance.

Clevius Nortondale, reluctantly going to guard the southern entrance after drawing his sword.

After leaving to do their respective roles, there was only quiet silence at the Altar of Change.

There is no noise except for the occasional wind noise.

I was left alone and looked up at the altar for a while. The large tombstone is so high that the letters on top of it cannot be seen properly.

Looking around, the view of Aken Island comes into view like a mountaintop.

From the southeast professor building to the southwest living area, the north forest, the northeast cliff area, and the eastern end of the coastal area.

After inhaling the air of the highlands, I reviewed the magical engineering supplies that had fallen on the floor.

————————————————– [Magic supplies? Illusion Disc (Purple)]

‘Very Rare’ grade.

A disc device that uses the creator’s magic to reveal the illusion of a powerful enemy.

It is produced with a higher grade than the normal Illusion Disc. You can reveal a stronger enemy.

Production difficulty: ●●●◐○

※ This is a damaged magic engineering item. I am not able to perform at my best.

————————————————– –

six of these.

Of course, it is still difficult to repair completely due to the low level of engineering skills.

However, if you gather the internal parts well and put out a rough shape, you may be able to produce a similar output, if not as much as the original output.

If it’s time, Anise and Clevius will lead you.

I put the disks down and went to the altar again.

‘Altar of Altar’.

It is a mysterious altar that has the power to permeate the atmosphere and body by extracting the magic power when you offer a substance containing magic power.

He took out a small leather pouch from under the altar.

It was something Assistant Professor Claire had brought, and it was the same substance as the Mana Stones scattered all over Mount Orn. It seemed to be left over after being sprayed here and there.

Mana stones with this much magic inside are quite expensive, but most of them can be retrieved with recovery magic anyway, so it seems that they have been supplied in large quantities.

I took out a magic stone and offered it to the altar. The feeling of shimmering magical power remains at the tip of my hand. It feels like a long time ago.

I tried to focus my mind on it.

The feeling of mana flowing through the body. I want to know how much is this

As I focused my mind, I gave strength to my eyes, and something in the shape of a burning bat came into my eyes.

It seems that the bat spirit is saying something, but I can’t hear it well.

Compared to the price, the amount of horsepower inherent is not very satisfactory.

After checking the amount of magic stones in the leather pouch, I sat down on the altar.

Aken Island overlooking from under the shining altar is quite wide.

He was slightly bent at the waist and rested his elbow roughly on the edge of his knee. Sitting still in such a comfortable position, she organized her thoughts again.

It’s a freshman class assignment test, it’s a sudden crisis, it’s discrimination, it’s necessary to keep the right number of A-class students… I’ve tried all sorts of plausible excuses… but unfortunately, I’m not interested in those things.

In the first place, I have no intention of letting even a single freshman pass this test.

I’m sorry… but it was also unavoidable.

I used the magic engineering item ‘Light Cluster Generator’ delivered by assistant professor Claire to spread the flash magic and launch it into the sky. It was the test start signal.

At the top of the right mountain, in front of the Altar of Change.

Sitting there… I quietly lowered my gaze.

The wind blowing from the top of the altar… It didn’t seem like a natural wind.