Chapter 237. Lottery Combat Magic Duel (2)
Although he received a ntal shock, Tarun narrowly managed to seize victory.
“The winner of this duel is! Tarun Venders of the White Fox Dormitory!”
Professor Lilian raised the winner’s hand high and shouted.
However, even in the mont of joy, Tarun’s expression looked as if his soul had escaped.
‘Is this right?’
What is this unrefreshing feeling?
Tarun felt emotions other than the joy of victory surging in.
It was embarrassnt.
“Tarun Venders.”
To Tarun, who was leaving the stage for a mont for the next match, the 3rd-year senior with whom he had a fierce close battle until just now approached.
“I didn't recognize you all this ti. Your magic was truly impressive.”
“...Th-thank you.”
Tarun bowed his head with mixed feelings.
“‘Wind’s Barrier’... Was it ‘Wind Scar’ after that? Honestly, at first I thought you were arrogant but... I think our Academy needs a guy like you too.”
I'm telling you there is no such thing as Wind’s Barrier...!
Tarun’s eyes trembled like an aspen tree.
‘And what is Wind Scar anyway...’
But Tarun didn't have the strength left to correct the facts now.
* * *
After Tarun’s match ended, the 4th-year Kier Iern and the 1st-year Gusto Zebro ca up to the stage for the next match.
Kier examined Gusto, who ca out as his opponent, in detail.
An ordinary apprentice holy knight of the Supre Deity Order was no match for him, a high-ranking executive of the Black Order, but Gusto was different.
Kier recalled the ti when he seduced and corrupted the chieftain of the Lizardn living in the Tsar Mountain Range before.
Deep inside that Lizardman, an inferiority complex was wriggling.
Wondering if his skills were weaker than the previous Lizardman chieftain.
The inferiority complex led to jealousy.
It was Kier who incited that desire and made him use the power of the key.
The keys that sealed the Archdevils maximized the secret desires possessed by the owner just by possessing them.
If that happened, they had no choice but to succumb to the power of the key in the end.
Kier’s plan was to gradually strengthen the influence of the heretics starting from the Lizardn living in the mountain range.
However, it failed because the 8th Prince’s territory was right next to it.
Back then, he had crossed swords with Gusto Zebro.
That apprentice holy knight had followed the 8th Prince even before he received official support from the Supre Deity Order, and eventually crawled down to that insignificant small valley territory.
In other words, Gusto Zebro could be said to be the Supre Deity Order’s spy and the 8th Prince’s closest aide.
‘He is not an easy guy.’
Although Kier was an illegitimate child, as a descendant of a famous swordsmanship family, he had a discerning eye for swords.
Even in his eyes, that apprentice holy knight was not ordinary.
The fact that an apprentice holy knight with skills practically no different from a formal holy knight was attached to the 8th Prince early on was proof that the Supre Deity Order was backing the 8th Prince.
Kier’s eyes beca sharp.
‘The 8th Prince couldn't have sprayed holy water on recklessly.’
It definitely ant the Supre Deity Order was behind him.
He did it because he had sothing to rely on.
Perhaps it was a situation where his identity had already been discovered by the Supre Deity Order.
If he showed an opening in this duel, not only his Academy life but also the plans he prepared might end.
He must never let his guard down.
Kier bit his lip.
* * *
“This duel is, oh my goodness, a match between a 1st-year and a 4th-year!”
Professor Lilian couldn't hide her smile.
1st-year and 4th-year.
A duel between the highest grade 4th-years in the Academy and the 1st-years who were still like freshn.
It was an obvious duel where the difference in skills was expected at a glance, but it gave another expectation to Professor Lilian.
Because sotis results overturning expectations ca out in obvious duels.
“I am already so excited about what kind of duel it will be. Huhu, shall we draw a lot now.”
Professor Lilian, who put her hand in the lottery box, stirred her hand wildly.
And pulled out one paper.
“This duel is a match where you must only use Water Elent Magic!”
Water Elent Magic.
Among the most basic elental magic, it was an elent often preferred among Academy students.
Because it was easy to visualize imagery and was one of the magic spells with strong power.
As soon as the content of the lot was revealed, the spectators began to predict the winner of the match.
“For basic magic like the water elent, wouldn't experience be important after all?”
“Then we should see the 4th-year winning.”
“We should see it as almost certain. Besides, this is a match between Combat Magic majors, not Summoning Magic majors.”
“If it's between the sa majors, the person who trained elental magic longer is advantageous.”
Radel had similar thoughts to the spectators.
Even among the 4th-years majoring in Combat Magic, Kier was a skilled person in the upper ranks.
But Radel wasn't that worried.
Because the Gusto Radel had seen so far didn't lose his composure in any difficult situation.
“Please take care of , Senior Kier Iern.”
Gusto said while taking out his staff without changing his expression.
Moving forward unconditionally even in unfavorable conditions was his way.
“Please take care of too. Junior Gusto Zebro.”
Kier also greeted Gusto and took out his staff.
Two people aid their staffs at each other.
Before the duel began in earnest.
Tunia broke through the crowd and arrived next to Radel.
Fixing her gaze toward Kier who went up on the training ground, she whispered to Radel.
“There was a reaction.”
Radel’s eyes flashed.
Radel had modified his plan as he couldn't find an opening to approach Kier anymore due to participating in various matches as an Integrated Major.
According to Gusto, for high-ranking heretics, the effect might not appear imdiately just by spraying holy water.
Because as executives of the heretics, they possessed resistance to Divine Power.
‘He doesn't budge with about one bottle...?’
Then how about splashing a larger amount?
Radel asked Tunia while handing over all the holy water he had.
That she could use all this holy water, so splash it from Kier’s head to toe.
With Tunia’s skills, it would be sufficiently possible.
And Tunia returned holding the result confidently.
“What kind of reaction?”
“He felt pain from the holy water. It wasn't at the level of flinching from getting hit by water.”
“I see. So he felt pain.”
No matter how immune he was to Divine Power, it seed he couldn't withstand pouring that amount of holy water by the bucket.
Even executives of heretics have no sharp asures in front of quantity.
‘Good.’
This duel required using only Water Elent Magic.
If Gusto attacked with Divine Power contained in it, they would be able to recognize the mark more certainly.
Radel grinned while listening to Tunia’s story.
And he looked at Gusto to convey his plan.
Just then, Gusto, who took out his staff, was also looking at Radel.
Kier, sensing the silent signal going back and forth between the two, instinctively felt suspicious and looked at Gusto and Radel.
‘What are they doing?’
He clearly witnessed the 8th Prince taking out a holy water bottle from his bosom and saying sothing to the apprentice holy knight, and clenched his molars tightly.
‘Those bastards...’
It was an obvious trick.
However, it was also too dangerous a situation to not avoid even after seeing it.
“...I will forfeit.”
Kier raised his hand and cleanly gave up on this duel.
* * *
As Kier, who gave up the duel, left the training ground, Radel smacked his lips as if it was a pity.
“What a sha. It was a good opportunity.”
Although regrettable, there would be another opportunity to check Kier’s mark.
Anyway, since the 4th-year Kier forfeited, the 1st-year Gusto automatically beca the winner and advanced to the next match.
The victory of the Black Falcon Dormitory was getting closer.
A pleased smile naturally ford on the lips of Radel, the grade representative.
Radel had felt heavy-hearted for the sin of not seizing 1st place in the Spirit Talent Show, a Summoning Magic category.
Especially since the expression of Marianne, the dormitory professor in charge and Summoning Magic professor, continued to grow colder throughout the sports festival, the burden grew bigger.
‘If things go wrong, big trouble might befall all the 1st-years.’
At least the victory of the 4th-year Red Wolf Dormitory, that alone had to be stopped.
Because Radel could tell by sensing the atmosphere that there was a secret deal between Professor Lilian and Professor Marianne.
For that, the 1st-year representative players needed to do well in this duel.
Fortunately, the next turn was Leon’s turn.
Leon showed the dignity of participating in all matches befitting an Integrated Major in the sports festival.
When Leon appeared, the side next to Radel beca noisy.
It was the followers cheering madly for Leon, the 9th Prince.
“Prince Leon! We were waiting!”
“We will clearly engrave the duel of Prince Leon, the true magician of the Empire, into our two eyes!”
“Oh, to be able to see such a beautiful match!”
Although sowhat noisy, it was cheering full of passion.
Amidst the followers’ cheers, Leon faced his duel opponent and greeted.
The rule for this match was not to use the 4 major elent magic spells.
‘Indeed, how will he resolve it.’
The 4 major elent magic spells were the most basic among the magic spells magicians used, but their power was outstanding.
Without using these, with what magic could he win.
Radel closed his eyes and felt the flow of mana.
To grasp the match in more detail.
“Huh?”
But as soon as the battle started, didn't Leon’s ordinary magic power increase explosively?
‘This is... not a flow but almost a storm.’
Although he knew Leon wasn't opening all his magic power usually...
Radel opened his eyes again, marveling at Leon’s magic power.
He saw the additional opponent, a 3rd-year player, throwing a spell.
“O Darkness!”
Then darkness covered the stage and black fog headed rapidly toward Leon.
But was it due to Leon’s overwhelming magic power?
Radel didn't feel that magic was threatening.
Looking at the darkness rushing toward him, Leon chanted a short spell.
“O Light.”
FLASH.
Radel didn't even have ti to see anything in detail.
Light was created, and darkness disappeared.
With Leon’s one word, the battle ended.
“Wow...”
As the representative of the Black Falcon Dormitory, Radel’s heart couldn't help but swell.
Honestly, he thought 1st-years might find it hard to win this category.
However, now that Gusto won and Leon also won, hope was growing in Radel’s heart.
The na of that hope was Leon.
“Leon! Amazing magic! You are the hope of our dormitory!”
Radel sneakily slipped among Leon’s followers and started cheering for Leon.
“Leon! Leon! Leon!”
Inside Radel’s head shouting Leon’s na loudly, there was only a desire for victory.
Professor Marianne, please watch.
The appearance of the Black Falcon Dormitory becoming one through the sports festival!
And seeing such Radel, Leon’s followers had no choice but to be flustered.
Has the 8th Prince gone crazy...?
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