Chapter 236. Lottery Combat Magic Duel (1)
Kier Iern, a follower of the 4th Princess and an executive of the Black Order.
He always attended the Academy with a smiling face.
Even if there were tiring or difficult matters, he did not lose his smile.
No one had even seen him get angry while attending the Academy.
The reason Kier could beco an executive of the Black Order at a relatively young age was also thanks to his thorough emotional control.
Because no one could think that a dark heart was hidden behind that smiling face.
He was soone who didn't lose his composure that much.
But what was cast on his face now was unmistakably the emotion of anger.
“...To make change clothes three tis a day.”
No matter how nicely he tried to let it pass, he couldn't suppress the surging annoyance.
After all, getting hit with water three tis, it wouldn't be easy for anyone to maintain composure.
Even more so if it was because of the 8th Prince’s tricks.
Although there was no physical evidence, Kier was almost certain.
Otherwise, who could sprinkle precious holy water nonchalantly pretending it was a mistake?
‘Soone capable of such a thing...’
In Kier’s thoughts, it was only the 8th Prince, who received official support from the Supre Deity Order.
Just as Kier was lost in thought, a person holding a bucket full of water passed by Kier and shouted.
“Coming through for a mont!”
SWISH!
In an instant, Kier threw his body into a corner without realizing it.
He had moved instinctively.
‘What am I doing right now?’
Realizing his action, Kier’s face turned pale.
It was too unsightly behavior for an executive of the Black Order.
To hide in such a corner!
‘Because I'm afraid of holy water?’
No.
That couldn't be.
Kier Iern shook his head and denied reality.
He was a servant of the Archdevil Leviathan.
One who stimulated and manipulated the desires of jealousy possessed by humans.
One who stood atop the heads of stupid humans.
But to say he got scared just because he was hit with holy water a few tis.
“That makes no sense.”
Just as Kier muttered and confidently ca out of the corner.
“Ugh, wait a mont!”
A student who tripped near him shouted urgently.
Kier pulled his body away before the drink the student was holding spilled toward him.
DASH!
Was it thanks to his long-trained swordsmanship?
Kier, who avoided the spilling cup by a hair's breadth, let out a sigh of relief.
“...Phew.”
Snapping back to his senses, Kier felt shocked at himself once again.
What are you relieved about?
It wasn't like him, who never lost his composure.
It was truly a bad sign.
Changing his uniform three tis, and constantly bumping into people too.
At this rate, he could be late for the match ti.
Now, the last category of the sports festival, the Combat Magic Match.
It was ti for the Lottery Combat Magic Duel to begin.
Kier, who was selected as a 4th-year Combat Magic representative player, also had to hurry to the training ground to participate in the match.
If he was late, the 4th Princess, Estina, wouldn't leave him alone.
For Estina, who had a strong competitive spirit and thought she always had to show her value as a royal, the Academy sports festival's Combat Magic Duel was an event she couldn't miss.
Producing good results was natural, and she wanted not only herself but also the followers who followed her to achieve excellent results.
The more her followers stood out in the duel, the higher Estina’s nose went up.
Knowing such a tendency of Estina, Kier hurried to get to the training ground.
‘Let's stop thinking useless thoughts.’
Still, thanks to quickening his steps, he could arrive on ti for the match.
And there, Kier checked his opponent.
The first opponent Kier had to fight was the 1st-year apprentice holy knight, Gusto Zebro.
“Gusto! Just do as usual!”
Seeing the 8th Prince cheering his friends from the front row, Kier’s expression hardened in an instant.
It already felt bad that he, an executive of the Black Order, had to face an apprentice holy knight of the Supre Deity Order from the start.
But wasn't the 8th Prince, who had been grating on his nerves all day, cheering right in front of the training ground?
He had lined up so early that he was practically nose-touching distance from the training ground if he tripped.
He thought he would co out as a Combat Magic category player, but seeing him doing that was even more maddening.
“Yes, I will do as usual. Prince.”
“Yeah, you've always done well. Let's definitely win this ti too and raise the status of the Black Falcon Dormitory.”
“I will do my best to live up to expectations.”
At Radel’s words, another 1st-year representative player frowned as if displeased.
It was the 7th Princess, Inette.
“Hey! Don't you see ? Why are you only cheering for the apprentice holy knight?”
“Ah, Inette was there too.”
“What?!”
“Sorry, sorry. I didn't see you. I didn't do it on purpose.”
“If you did it on purpose, you would already be dead, you know?!”
Was this the 1st-year dormitory lounge or the training ground?
Besides, what was with the uselessly harmonious atmosphere?
Watching them, Kier’s eyes darkened.
It was a truly pitch-black and ominous light.
* * *
The Lottery Combat Magic Duel was different from an ordinary Combat Magic duel.
It was a unique category only for the Academy sports festival where one had to fight while keeping the conditions drawn from a lottery.
Only fight with Earth Elent Magic.
When chanting a spell, one foot must be off the ground, etc.
The lots had various conditions written on them that Professor Lilian had chosen in advance.
Depending on what content ca out, it could be advantageous or disadvantageous to the match, so luck when drawing lots was also important.
Because of that, if one picked the wrong lot, there were cases where even a high-grade senior lost to a junior regardless of magic skills.
It was set up so that experienced seniors weren't unconditionally advantaged.
‘Many interesting magic spells will co out. Let's watch a lot with this opportunity.’
Radel felt that this duel was a good opportunity to observe various battles.
Watching duels with various restrictions would be advantageous for grasping when to use Enhancent Magic.
Just then, Radel’s direct senior, the 2nd-year Tarun Venders, ca up to the training ground to have a match.
Being serious about Combat Magic, he was participating as a representative player of the White Fox Dormitory for the second consecutive year.
The opponent he would face was a 3rd-year senior from the Blue Eagle Dormitory.
He was an opponent one couldn't let their guard down against, having climbed up to quite a high floor of the Tower of Combat.
“Now, shall we draw a lot for this duel?”
Referee Professor Lilian smiled brightly and shook the lottery box.
And without hesitation, she put her hand in the box and picked one paper.
“A lot has been drawn! The content of the lot picked this ti is exactly...!”
Professor Lilian shouted while unfolding the lot.
“Fighting with invisible magic!”
Invisible magic?
The spectators gathered at the training ground buzzed.
“If it's invisible magic, what and how are they supposed to do it?”
“Doesn't it an to fight excluding magic spells that are visible when casting spells.”
“Aha. Then they can barely use flashy elental magic?”
“They can use Earth Elent Magic to pass through the ground or attack with Wind Elent Magic.”
Experienced seniors quickly narrowed down the magic spells they could use in the duel while keeping the rules as written on the note.
Radel also secretly agreed with the seniors’ opinions and sneakily looked at Tarun.
Just then, Tarun, who was pondering how to resolve the match, t eyes with Radel.
‘...It is Wind's... Senior.’
Tarun slightly frowned seeing the shape of Radel’s mouth trying desperately to convey sothing to him.
‘What is he saying?’
He focused his mind and looked at Radel, trying to grasp the junior’s words.
‘Wind’s...’
Tarun read Radel’s mouth shape one by one.
‘Wind’s Barrier...’
Tarun beca dumbfounded interpreting the junior’s mouth shape.
‘It is ti to show everyone the Wind’s Barrier, Senior.’
That guy, just what is he saying...?
* * *
WHOOSH!
Wind Elent Magic raged in the training ground.
It was the decisive magic Tarun prepared.
The 3rd-year senior who encountered Tarun’s magic checked the invisible wall and quickly retreated.
“Kuh, fast!”
Since it was a duel between invisible magic spells, the tension of the spectators was rising even more.
“What? What magic was that just now?”
“Seems like Wind Elent Magic?”
It was then.
“It ca out, Wind’s Barrier.”
Radel’s words echoed in the quiet training ground.
Wind’s Barrier?
It was a na I heard for the first ti.
Spectators naturally pricked up their ears at soone’s words that seed to know sothing.
“I rember Prince ntioning it. It must be Senior Tarun’s ‘that’ secret magic.”
When Edward, who was watching the match next to Radel, chid in, Radel nodded with eyes full of conviction.
“Yeah. Not only did Senior save with that magic, but he also taught a new world of magic.”
“Indeed...!”
Radel continued to praise Tarun’s magic even after that.
It was an instant for that praise to spread among the spectators gathered at the training ground.
The problem was that Tarun, the party involved who was dueling on the stadium, was also hearing Radel’s words.
‘Stop it!’
Tarun scread inwardly.
In fact, his enemy wasn't the senior fighting on the opposite side.
It was that ridiculous junior guy seriously spreading those strange false rumors!
Every ti he used Wind Elent Magic during the battle, shocking words kept being heard.
“That 2nd-year must have created a new magic called ‘Wind’s Barrier’.”
“A 2nd-year gave a na to magic? Does that make sense?”
“It ans he is that amazing.”
Tarun felt like biting his tongue.
Even his opponent, the 3rd-year senior, was listening to that story.
The 3rd-year senior looked at Tarun with a subtle expression and said.
“Was that it, Tarun? You bastard... you must have been hiding vicious magic. Even for , naming magic isn't an easy task.”
Tarun was truly going crazy.
“No, it is not! I never nad magic...!”
“They say excessive modesty is arrogance. Stop making excuses. I've already grasped everything.”
“I said it's really not!”
“From now on, I will also face you with all my might.”
Whether Tarun’s stomach turned upside down or not, the duel continued.
“Try blocking this too with your ‘Wind’s Barrier’! O Wind!”
“Uwaaack!”
While Tarun shed tears inwardly and engaged in the match, Radel watched the two people’s duel and calmly looked for an opening to use Enhancent Magic.
‘If I use Enhancent Magic in that situation, wouldn't I be able to deflect it to the right?’
Certainly, just watching the magic duel seed to draw an image.
As the senior’s Wind Elent Magic flew in, Tarun narrowly twisted his body to escape and hurriedly cast the next spell.
THWACK!
Then, a fierce wind pressure struck and the opponent’s chest was torn.
At the power of the invisible magic, Radel muttered without realizing it.
“Wounding the opponent with wind... That is... Surely Wind Scar?”
What nonsense is that again...!
Tarun clenched his teeth at Radel’s words carried on the wind.
‘There is no such na!’
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