Episode 239
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The Kingdom of Teslan is clearly a weak country.
But that and the small size of the Teslan Kingdom are separate issues.
That’s how huge this western continent is.
I was sitting on the roof of the carriage, feeling the wind as I did some other time.
When I first came out as a writer, it was exactly like this.
By the way, I wonder if that mercenary group, whether fire ants or ground ants, is doing well.
The food that Furbo made was pretty tasty, you know.
I just turned my head to the side.
Benedict.
The only man among the masters of the continent who can handle a bow.
He was sitting next to me, a master and one of the instructors of the Continental Battlefield.
Come to think of it, I did have something to talk about with him.
“Aren’t you curious?”
“What are you talking about?”
It may seem like a new thing, but my position in the Academy can never be ignored.
I, who was like that, designated one instructor for the procession heading to Ishmael, and that was Benedict.
The rest was decided by Galadiner and Harold, the Dean of the Military Science Department.
He asked with a smile.
“Aren’t you curious as to why I brought you along, why I singled you out?”
“hmm…….”
“Um… … what is it? Do you know why I pointed it out?”
“… … No. I don’t know.”
Judging from his expression, he really doesn’t know.
Then I should let you know
“I just wanted to go with you.”
“……yes?”
Sigh.
“Just kidding, we have a story to tell.”
Benedict makes a complicated expression.
“I’m not going to apologize for what happened in the conference room before. I have no intention of doing so, you know that, right?”
“It’s my fault. As you know, determining dominance through circles is actually a kind of ritual for Mana users. It was a kind of custom. But.”
“but?”
“I felt like it was a bit excessive. In fact, it may seem like an excuse, but I thought I had to imprint the power of the continental battlefield within the Academy.”
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embrace.
So I was angry too and I came off a little too strong.
Because it was a manageable situation and could have set a good precedent.
There are more efficient ways to do things in this world than simply killing people.
That’s just how I solved it.
“I made a mistake and I reflected on it. I’m still not on good terms with Dean Gala Dinner, but I think things will get better.”
I looked at the guy with a smile.
I think this is enough for the introduction.
“Archery, how far can you go?”
Benedict tilted his head for a moment at my question, but answered right away.
“Curved shots, straight shots, strong shots, they’re all possible. If you go further than that, you can use continuous shots… … or jump shots, and most other techniques.”
He nodded slightly.
As the only Bowmaster on the continent, he must have more skills than he can’t.
He turned his head slightly and pointed to a corner of the plain.
“Do you see that?”
Benedict turns his head in the direction my hand is pointing.
Even if the carriage ran as fast as it could, and even if there were countless reeds in the corner of the plain I pointed to, it meant nothing to me and Benedict.
“Are you talking about the little pebble among the reeds?”
The distance is about 3km.
The reed forest there.
That’s right, the pebble among the reeds that Benedict spoke of.
But if you look closely, the stone is heart-shaped.
“Your eyes are nice. Take out your bow now.”
Benedict took out the longbow on his back without saying a word.
“Try to guess it. And do it crookedly.”
Benedict began to search through his quiver of arrows with confidence.
Arrows that have a bit of magic attached to them, arrows that look like steel, etc.
Looking at the many different types of arrows, it seems like they all have different uses.
Benedict took out one of the arrows that looked a little thick.
Then he aims his arrow at the rock I pointed at.
Oh, I think I forgot.
“Without mana.”
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“……yes?”
“Without mana, try to hit it once with a straight line. The distance is about 2.5km.”
Benedict’s expression became complicated.
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The distance is the distance.
“The carriage is running, and the wind is blowing in the opposite direction?”
Pick, I ended up laughing.
so.
“You don’t think you can do it? As the only Bow Master on the continent, I’m afraid of losing face.”
Benedict chuckles like me.
Then he pulled the bowstring without saying a word.
When I see the tendons sticking out like corns on the right arm that pulled the trigger, I get a little curious.
What on earth is the bow made of, and what is the bow made of, that thick wrist can expand like that?
Becoming a Master would have caused some physical restructuring, but even with that body, the tension is no joke.
Is that all?
Upon closer inspection, it was Benedict’s quiver.
Every single arrow inside it seems to be magically activated.
From ones that reduce air resistance, to ones that make it bigger, to ones with explosion magic engraved on the tip. There was a wide variety.
It seems to have multiple uses.
Some time passed like that.
Benedict’s expression was serious, as if he was concentrating, and my expression as I looked at him was also serious.
Benedict’s hand, which had been slowly pulling the trigger, began to bend to the side.
Naturally, the pulled protest was also bent to the side.
like that.
Benedict put up a protest.
Taang-!!
An arrow flies into the distance with a strange sound of something exploding.
That direction.
It’s a little bit surprising.
Because Benedict wasn’t aiming for that rock in the first place.
He aimed at a strange place in the air and shot an arrow while looking at it.
The trajectory just now was so beautiful that I couldn’t even describe it.
Should I say that I am drawing a line?
Should I say that I am drawing a parabola?
Or should I just say dance?
The arrow, which had been flying at an incredibly fast speed, disappeared from sight.
A thud- a sound is heard by Benedict.
[That’s pretty good.]
I guess our teacher heard it too.
The sound of a bullet hitting its target perfectly.
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I slowly turned my head towards Benedict.
The guy was proudly carrying a longbow on his back.
I guess I should say that I personally showed this to you that I am this kind of person.
Then he says this.
“It’s nothing.”
“okay?”
“Yes. If you raise your mana, you can hit from 7km away. If you hold your bow, you can hit from 10km away. The destructive power will be much lower though.”
There’s a reason he’s called the Bow Master.
He is said to be completely adept at sniping.
I definitely like it.
So, let’s get to the real point.
“Do you plan on becoming a dean?”
Benedict’s eyebrows twitched.
It’s not like I’m angry or anything.
I guess I was just really curious.
“The Dean?”
“Oh, Dean.”
“As far as I know, there are currently four faculties, and two more are scheduled to be added, so there will be six in total, right?”
“That’s right.”
“I understand that each of those six departments has a dean. Do you have any plans to remove someone from the dean position?”
I guess that’s how it felt.
Of course not.
“First, think about why I expanded the faculty. I’m thinking of making the Milos Academy bigger. To be exact.”
“If I tell you?”
He looked Benedict straight in the face and said:
“I’m going to make it the center of the world.”
Benedict’s mouth began to open slightly.
“The center of the world?”
“Oh, the center of the world, the treasure trove of all knowledge, the storehouse of the talents that move the world, the place where all the talents pass by. That’s why I added two faculties. There’s something to think about here. Are these two really the end?”
“… … .”
“I was thinking about adding one more. I also thought of something suitable.”
“Surely that one is ‘that’?”
“Oh, that’s right. The correct name is the Archery Department. If we create it, I’d like you to be the dean of the department. What do you think?”
Benedict’s expression began to change strangely.
I thought this guy was a bit crazy, but I didn’t know it was this crazy, that’s what he looks like.
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“Is it that easy to make?”
“What else can’t you do? People don’t seem to know, but who is the Academy?”
In normal times, that is, before I returned, the names of the King or General Rommel would have come up.
But the fox cannot become the master of the den just because the tiger is away.
From the very beginning, when it was first founded, when it was reorganized, and until now, the Academy has always belonged to our master, ‘Valentine Milos’.
Such a master took a disciple and told him countless times, ‘Do what you want.’
Even if everyone doesn’t know the internal circumstances, my stance on the academy, my attitude towards the academy, and even my actual power.
When you put it all together.
“It belongs to Confucius.”
It was natural for this answer to come out.
And I think so too.
The Academy is mine.
Not the chancellor’s, not the king’s, just mine.
“That’s right. The Academy is mine. Answer this question too. What is the ultimate goal of the Academy?”
“Education, right?”
“I see. It’s simple. Isn’t it a shame to leave the archery you use as it is?”
Benedict nods absentmindedly.
The world is currently divided into magic and swordsmanship.
The important thing here is the physical mana users, namely the swordsmen.
Although they are called swordsmen because they use swords, some of them prefer fists over swords, some like Benedict prefer bows, some prefer spears, and some even prefer a strangely named weapon called a tongpa.
But they were a very small minority, and most people didn’t even know their names.
What this means is this.
This means that all weapons other than swords are minor, and swords and magic are definitely major.
“It’s hard to advance as a minor player. It’s not a major player. But it’s okay to try to get to a major player, right?”
“… … .”
“I want you to be at the forefront. What do you think?”
Benedict said nothing.
A strange expression.
No, a complicated expression.
The expression on his face was that of Jack Valantier, the man in front of him, who exactly was he?
Benedict, who had been silent for a while, asked a question.
“Do you trust me?”
Oh, really.
“Your master said the same thing yesterday, asking if you trust him. Should I tell him honestly or just give him lip service?”
“Please be honest with me.”
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“I don’t trust Roland, I don’t trust Harold, I don’t trust you. To be exact, I don’t trust anyone but myself, my master, my little ones, my sister, and Aveiro, my ‘family.’ But.”
“but?”
“I absolutely trust my own judgment. My judgment is telling me right now. It says that it would be a good idea to create an archery department, and that you are the right person for the job. So what’s your answer?”
“… … To be honest, I can’t give you an answer right away. As you know, I.”
“Because you belong to the Continental Battlefield?”
Benedict nods.
“Then it’s fine. The offer will remain valid from now on. Make up your mind and decide for yourself. Then it’s fine.”
