EP.166 Fall, new semester (9)
Lark is in a really good mood right now.
Without even trying to hide his laughter, Lark was walking around the school building with a bright smile on his face. The steps are so light that it almost looks like running.
“Lark, that was cool!”
“If you have time, just train with me later…”
“Congratulations, Lark!”
Every time I take a step, the voices of my classmates who recognize me linger in my ears. Lark answered their clamor with a loud voice.
“Mmm, good!”
Victory is sweet.
It is even sweeter if it is a come-from-behind victory after nearly half a year of defeat. Lark was intoxicated with the sweetness of victory.
‘Knowing how to enjoy victory is also a virtue of a warrior.’
Although it comes with the phrase ‘not to the point of being conceited’… being intoxicated with the joy of victory and longing for victory are also virtues of a good warrior. Lark was faithfully carrying out the teachings he had learned from his warriors as a child.
‘The weather is nice! The wind is cool!’
Lark continues walking, feeling the cool breeze of early fall. As he walked along, he met teaching assistants and professors, and after chatting with them, he asked them one question.
his own teacher.
The teacher who led him to victory.
Lark asks about the whereabouts of the teacher.
“Ah, if it’s you, then definitely.”
After asking around, I found someone who knew my whereabouts.
Lark thanked him and walked towards the direction he pointed.
widely.
As you walk along the corridor with a cool breeze, you will soon arrive at your destination. Lark extended his hand towards the door where his mentor was waiting. He put his hand on the doorknob and pushed it open.
Drurk, thump!
When the door opens, the wind blows. Master’s hair flutters in the wind. Silky hair sparkled in the languid sunlight. That hair is white…
“Professor Rania!”
It is gray in color, resembling ···.
“Oh, Lark.”
Rania, who was sitting alone in the nurse’s office, waved her hand and welcomed Lark. she smiled
“Congratulations, Head of Combat Magic Department.”
“thank you!”
Lark bows his head to show respect to his teacher. A good warrior never forgets the teacher who taught him. Even while intoxicated with the sweetness of victory, Lark did not forget it.
“Thanks to Professor Rania!”
“What am I doing? “It’s thanks to you for following along.”
Everyone praises each other.
Teacher and student acknowledge each other’s efforts. While a very nice scene is forming… Lark feels a very slight sense of discomfort.
‘I feel like I forgot something…?’
It feels like I forgot something.
However, when I thought about it again, I didn’t think it was a very important issue. maybe.
2.
“I guess I should go.”
“···yes? “Already?”
“White, we are the magic tower lords. You and I are not that laid-back people, are we? “I have quite a few appointments scheduled after this.”
“No, but our Lark face…”
“Whoa…”
“W-what is it? “Why are you sighing?”
“White···.”
Yetual pointed to the clock.
“An hour has already passed.”
“For about an hour…”
“Someone who doesn’t come after waiting for an hour won’t come even if you wait for two hours or a day. Wouldn’t it be better for you to stop waiting and go find it yourself? “I’ll just leave now.”
Squeak, boom.
With those last words, Black left the waiting room.
This is a waiting room prepared for VIPs. Sally, who was left alone in the extremely large room, looked at the clock. Some time had passed.
Sniff.
Sally looked like she was going to cry a little.
* * *
After Belnoir and Chloe left, a new customer arrived soon after. I glanced at the customer sitting across from me.
“I think encountering a superhuman helped. “My senses have definitely become sharper… I should say that I have realized how to move my body…”
He speaks without stopping.
It seemed like he had quite a bit to say.
“Yes, I see.”
I responded appropriately to Lark, who was wandering around incessantly. He seemed very proud of winning the duel… and considering Lark’s situation, it was definitely worth it.
‘Because it will be the first victory achieved in half a year.’
Several duels, several defeats.
Losing once stimulates the desire to win, but if you lose twice, three times, and so on multiple times, your motivation will be lost.
‘Of course, given Lark’s personality, he won’t give up…’
Still, the desire for victory must have only grown.
It is a victory achieved under such circumstances. It would be strange if you weren’t happy. I listened to Lark talking excitedly for a while, then opened my mouth.
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“Now that I think about it, Lark.”
There was one reason I was curious.
“What did you learn from the White Magic Tower lord?”
“yes?”
Lark blinked.
It seemed as if he had been asked an unexpected question.
“No, now that I think about it, I’m a little curious.”
This is a question I have felt while watching Lark for the past six months.
Lark is the master disciple of the White Magic Tower. And, from what I remember… the White Magic Tower would have been a magic tower that specialized in ‘elemental magic’.
‘So, a magic tower that trains wizards.’
But look at Lark.
In fact, Lark, the leader of the magic tower and a disciple of the White Magic Tower master, was not a wizard.
“You don’t use elemental spells.”
It didn’t even seem like he was using elemental spells.
The Lark I’ve seen seems to focus on close combat using an axe, and reinforces close combat with simple striking spells and body strengthening spells.
Battle Mage class.
Although it belongs to a class I developed, if I were to be specific, it has an image closer to that of a warrior. That’s why I felt doubtful. As I was looking at Lark with a suspicious look… Lark slowly opened his mouth.
“I learned elemental spells, but honestly, it wasn’t a good fit for me. “I remember you said that my mana is not suitable for elemental spells.”
“It certainly is.”
I nodded.
Lark’s mana is rough. As a member of the Wizard class, I am sure that Lark did not have the talent to be a wizard. Classes are not classified for no reason.
‘Wizard needs to use a lot of mana.’
Lark’s mana is rough.
If Chloe’s mana, born with the talent of a wizard, is a waterway flowing over a well-trodden canal… then Lark’s mana is like a frozen capital on a winter’s day. The mana and the passage are frozen without distinction.
Strengthens the body or mana passage.
In other words, it is a form optimized for strengthening what you have. It was not mana suitable for a wizard who ‘borrowed’ something from the stars.
“So you didn’t specialize in learning elemental spells?”
“Yes that’s right.”
“If you take away the elemental spells from the White Magic Tower lord, is there anything left…?”
There won’t be any.
As I was seriously considering the usefulness of the White Magic Tower, Lark opened his mouth.
“I think I mainly learned how to use mana.”
“Mana operation?”
“Yes, you taught me about the basics that a wizard must have, such as how to store mana in spells and the basics of circuitry.”
Lark moved his finger in the air. He pretended to carve a circuit. If you look closely, you can see that he has a good habit of engraving circuits.
‘This is fine.’
“Oh,” I said briefly in exclamation.
Most of the mana management methods that the owner of the White Horse Tower taught to Lark were the basics, although I personally destroyed them at the sacred site in the north not long ago…
‘You taught the basics of circuits well.’
This one was useful.
Of course, this also needed to be modified to suit the actual situation… but that is the second-year curriculum. It will happen a little later.
“Hmm,” I nodded.
‘For some reason, I got a high score on the written test.’
It’s because he doesn’t have any tricks, but if you just count his magical knowledge, Lark is ranked among the top three in Aplia. It certainly seemed like the owner of the White Horse Tower taught the theory well.
“You’re a good teacher.”
“Yes, the White Magic Tower Lord is a good teacher…”
Lark stopped speaking and tilted his head.
Master, Master. Lark’s eyes widened as he muttered those words. Lark looked at me with a shocked expression.
“···What? what’s the matter?”
“I forgot!”
Did you forget?
This is the moment when I want to ask, “What am I doing?”
“I forgot that Master was here…!”
“oh···.”
“I think I need to go see you right away!”
Lark suddenly got up from his seat.
“Uh… Lark?”
“yes?”
Isn’t there something else to forget?
While I was trying to scold him, I quickly kept my mouth shut. Although I saw the face of the White Magic Tower Lord in the Colosseum, I had forgotten about its existence until Lark spoke.
‘Should I say that he is a person who doesn’t seem to have any problems even if he forgets something…’
I made a strange expression and shook my head.
“No, see you next time.”
3.
Sally sips her ice-cold tea.
When I look at the clock, two hours have already passed. Could it be that Lark has forgotten himself? Even as she thought about that, Celie quickly shook her head.
That can’t be possible.
This is not a child who can forget his teacher.
I’m sure it’s late for some reason.
‘He may have fainted because he was tired from the duel! Or, if that’s not the case…’
It’s been two hours since I consoled myself like that.
Sally sighed and threw her head back.
“I am the owner of the magic tower.”
She mutters absentmindedly.
“I am the owner of the magic tower that received the color. He is one of the top ten wizards in the capital. “I am a great person.”
It was true.
“I am a wizard recognized even in the Ivory Tower.”
Five wizards chosen from the ivory tower.
There are only a few wizards who have been recognized by those demanding scholars. She thinks back to her brilliant reputation one after another, but Celie’s shoulders are sagging. What good is all that if the disciple has forgotten his own existence?
“Whoa…”
Should I really just go out?
I’m going to go find it, right?
After much deliberation, she finally moved her body. Sally, trudging her feeble steps, hooked her hand on the doorknob. She slowly pulled the door handle.
Grumble.
The wind blowing is quite cold.
The wind felt unusually cold to Sally. Is it an expression used in times like this that it touches her bones? That’s the moment she took her steps towards her hallway with a melancholy look on her face.
“Oh, aren’t you the White Magic Tower Lord?”
A voice was heard.
It is a voice that is soft, but has a strong bone within it. Celie turned her head to that voice, commonly called the voice of the powerful.
“As expected, you are the Lord of the White Magic Tower.”
A person standing on the opposite side of the hallway.
Platinum-colored hair and golden eyes.
With the characteristic appearance symbolizing the royal family, Celie immediately realizes the identity of the person.
Fourth princess, Ayla.
“It is an honor to meet you, Princess Ayla.”
Celie bowed her head politely. Even if this was Aplia, I, an outsider, needed to show this kind of respect.
“I remember you came to watch the duel, but are you still in Aplia?”
“Well, I was waiting for my disciple to come visit me…”
Even as she speaks, Celie feels ashamed.
Her face turned slightly red. Seeing that, Ayla smiled bitterly as if she understood her vague situation.
“Prince Lac would be in the infirmary. “I saw you heading to the nurse’s office a little while ago.”
“···ah!”
Relief flashes across Celie’s face. She sighed involuntarily and hurriedly covered her mouth. Indeed, there was no way that Lark had forgotten about himself.
‘That’s right!’
It was clear that he had been injured in the duel and was in stable condition in the infirmary. That would also explain why Lark didn’t come to see him for two hours. Sally’s complexion brightened noticeably.
“···Ahaha.”
Ayla, who knew the truth, only let out an awkward laugh. Ayla continued speaking while covering the corners of her mouth.
“Shall we go together? “I’m about to stop by the nurse’s office, too.”
Sally blinked.
“Is it okay if I accompany you?”
“sure. This is the way to hear it. “Shall we go then?”
Ayla smiled softly.
Sally nodded repeatedly, filled with emotion. Celie walked carefully behind Ayla, who was leading the way.
Fourth princess, Ayla.
A nobleman who is hard to find even in Aplia.
If not here, he is a noble among nobles who can only be seen by entering the royal palace… and going through a very cumbersome and difficult process.
‘You are a benevolent person…!’
Celie is thrilled by this situation where a person of her caliber recognizes her and asks her to accompany her. She seems to be making up for her waiting for the last two hours. She feels very attracted to her fourth princess.
Celie spoke while looking at Ayla’s eyes.
“By the way, the princess is in the infirmary for some reason…”
“There’s someone I need to meet.”
Ayla smiled faintly.
In her hand was a piece of letter paper. The pattern on the letter caught Sally’s attention.
‘That’s it.’
It is a pattern used by only one member of the royal family. Selly has never received a letter with that symbol on it, but it is a symbol she has heard about from the owners of small to medium-sized magic towers built near the battlefield.
“It would be good for you, White Magic Tower Lord, to be careful too. Letters with that symbol will eat up the finances of the Magic Tower…!”
evil reputation.
“Why is there a sudden order for support to the battlefield? When I replied that the Magic Tower was a research facility and not a facility for war, he said, ‘Just keep trying.’ “I was so shocked when the one-line letter came back…!”
A notorious symbol.
“Who does this symbol represent?”
“You’ll know when you see it.”
A red rose sprinkled with platinum gold powder.
“There will be a fair price for the blood shed.”
A pattern containing such a phrase.
‘The first princess, Leruel.’
A pattern symbolizing a princess called a crazy dog.
Looking at the letter with that symbol on it, Sally’s shoulders involuntarily trembled. It was clear that the letter was from a princess called Mad Dog.
