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What is a graduate student?
If asked this question, ten out of ten would answer 'slave'.
That was the correct answer.
“My professor is quite ill. He will probably need to recuperate for three days.”
If the professor is ill, his condition must be notified to the students.
“As for the class, well, let's wrap it up appropriately. Haven't they seen everything they need to see?”
“The other side requested us to teach sothing using the exchange conference as an excuse.”
“Hmm. Then just send that kid Jessie roughly.”
“Instructor Jessie knows almost nothing?”
“So isn't he perfect to send. He just needs to tell soulless stories without substance and kill ti roughly.”
“Aha.”
Leading the class in the professor's absence and conducting supplentary lessons.
Also, scheduling the professor's titable and cleaning up the ss the professor made.
“Now, everything will go in a good direction, so please calm down.”
“No, you old hag! That bastard almost killed our teacher!”
“He almost did, but he didn't actually kill him. I had cast protective barriers several tis, and even if you hadn't stepped in, the spell would have protected the teacher.”
“My anger hasn't subsided!”
“Do not be swept away by your mind. Why has the girl who used to sit in a high position and lead people beco such a child.”
“It's about Teacher, Teacher!”
While soothing the enraged Rozalin.
“The Imperial Academy will take full responsibility for this incident. Not only the students' room and board, but we will also pass on necessary knowledge.”
“I appreciate that. Can I also use the Imperial Academy's library?”
“You said you are a 6th-circle magician? The Magic Tower might protest, so use only up to the 4th basent floor. Up to the 5th floor is outside my authority.”
“That much is enough. Thank you.”
Representing Akarind Academy's stance, protesting through legitimate procedures to the Imperial Academy, and obtaining mutually acceptable compensation.
It was all a graduate student's job.
Ulf, having finished her daily routine, clicked her tongue, tsk tsk, and leaned her body on the sofa in Cassian's room.
Leaning diagonally on the sofa that could seat three people, she put one leg up and drank a beverage.
With the cold beverage going in, she felt a bit alive.
“Are you okay?”
“Handling even this kind of work when the Great Forest's affairs are busy, I feel like dying. It feels like my lifespan has shortened by about 2 years.”
At Ulf's words, Pan smiled bitterly.
“It would have been convenient if Yuria was here.”
“That child will be tired if she leaves the academy right now. Since she is in a state of confusion after accepting too much information.”
The gazes of the two headed towards Cassian lying on the bed.
Cassian was lying dead to the world with a pale complexion, fallen into sleep.
“Teacher's condition is…….”
“It is exactly as we saw last ti. One of the four well-connected pathways has completely snapped. It looked as if it had been hacked with a knife. Natural recovery is impossible, and he will probably have to recover through strong elixirs or treatnt again.”
In the first place, Cassian's body was in a state where only the minimum pathways were created.
He moved so abruptly with a body that would be strained just by wielding basic swordsmanship.
It was a miracle that it ended with just one pathway.
However, it couldn't necessarily be called a miracle.
“The disciple's body grew to match his spirit and swordsmanship. But due to this situation, the unbalance has beco stronger.”
When he didn't know properly about Aura and his body was weak, he could live even if all nine Mana Roads were blocked.
There was no strain even if he wielded very basic swordsmanship.
However, his spirit which had risen to Sword Adept, and his eyes which had abnormally developed to read even a bit of the future, were difficult to handle even with four Roads.
Wasn't that why Ulf herself even sealed the eyes seeing trajectories?
But now that one Road is snapped.
“He has beco a bomb that doesn't know when it will explode.”
Ulf clicked her tongue, tsk.
And hearing that story, Rozalin made a fuss again saying she would go kill Chief Knight Werner.
Of course, the skilled graduate student handled it well.
It ant she put her to sleep again.
“If you have ti for that, you should ponder a way to save your teacher.”
“Sacer.”
Rozalin, who woke up from sleep, recited in a low voice.
“I'll catch the guy and feed the Fantasy to Teacher.”
Entity na Sacer.
It is a word aning sheep, signifying a sheep sacrificed and offered to god.
The mont the ritual ends, Sacer follows god's order, not human order.
Therefore, Sacer cannot harm humans, and humans also cannot harm Sacer.
“Are you saying you will invade the Holy Kingdom?”
And Sacer was the demon who would kill the current Saintess two years from now and make Yuria the Saintess.
Because it is god's possession, it cannot harm humans, but it could exercise powerful force against gods' objects.
It nullified all holy power and deleted god's blessings.
The slaughterer of the Holy Kingdom who killed nurous Holy Knights and finally killed even the Saintess ard with blessings, regenerative power, and holy power.
“If it's Sacer's Fantasy, it's worth enduring enough.”
Such Sacer's Fantasy was god's order, naly holy power.
The possessor of it gains healing power and regenerative power surpassing human laws and order.
The holy power Yuria shows right now is close to a joke.
As long as the head remained intact, one could demonstrate ability close to immortality.
With that ability, Teacher Cassian's weakness could be overco.
“Tsk tsk. You are aware that Fantasy cannot alleviate pain, right?”
In the previous life, the Holy Knight Commander possessed that Fantasy.
A pervert who trained using the pain inflicted on his body as hardship.
Only he could fully handle the Sacer Fantasy.
“Our teacher is a pervert too!”
However, Cassian whom Rozalin watched possessed patience as much as that Holy Knight Commander.
If it was for his disciples, for the sword, he willingly endured pain.
Didn't he cross swords with Werner for the students even now?
“……Ugh.”
Perhaps because his favorite disciple denounced him violently?
Cassian, who was in a coma, groaned and moved.
“Teacher?”
The gazes of people sitting together in the room turned to him.
Cassian was slowly raising his body with his eyes open.
“……Here is?”
“Familiar ceiling, right? It's Teacher's room.”
Saying so, Rozalin sat next to Cassian and slapped his shoulder, slap.
“Eit!”
“?”
“Eit! Eit!”
Slap, slap.
“Why do you overdo it like that, Teacher! I! Huh?! Told you! Not to do! Foolish things! Did I, or did I not! Huh?!”
Slap slap slap slap.
Cassian, who just woke up from sleep, only blinked his eyes not knowing what was happening.
No one stopped such Rozalin.
So Cassian opened his mouth with difficulty.
“Rozalin. I feel like I'm going to faint again as it is…….”
“Oops.”
She was the one who took steps even with dozens of students hanging on her after awakening Aura.
Cassian's shoulder was already swelling red from the palm hits she lightly struck as a joke.
If the denunciation of being a pervert was violent, this palm was just violence.
The heaviness each hit possessed seed to shake his brain quietly.
Feeling dizzy, Cassian looked around while holding his head.
And there was a person who ca into his view.
“Ulf?”
“Tsk tsk. Who told you to overdo it like that. Listen carefully to what that fool Rozalin says. You need to know a little more about what you an to the world.”
Cassian recalled the energy that faintly wrapped around his body before he lost consciousness.
From his neck to his back, the wolf pattern that wrapped around him had rushed out explosively towards the opponent.
That energy had saved him.
“Thank you.”
“No need for thanks. Since I drew the pattern again when you lost consciousness. However, since your body itself has weakened, you won't be able to handle the energy as much as before.”
At Ulf's words, Cassian closed his eyes and quietly observed his body.
Indeed, the mana hovering around his body felt awkward.
“They say one line is snapped.”
Pan, who approached his side, examined his mood with a worried expression.
For Cassian, Mana Road wasn't simply a ans to exert power.
Mana Road was a problem directly connected to Cassian's lifespan.
At most 2 years from now.
It was a serious incident enough to shorten that lifespan to about 1 year and a half.
He felt afraid that the teacher might be frustrated or disappointed.
However.
“Ulf. About mana.”
Cassian talked about sothing completely different.
“I don't know the details, but it seed like roughly this structure.”
He tried to draw sothing in the air by lifting his hand.
“Keut.”
Although it was rely a light hand gesture, not swordsmanship, the surrounding mana moved.
Cassian frowned and groaned at that pain.
Faint blood flowed out to the corner of his mouth.
“Teacher!”
“Wait…… So it felt like this.”
Ulf's eyes stared at the trajectory he drew.
Basically, magics were inverted centering on the symbol of the inverted pentagram.
A movent trying to pursue completely new magic by dismantling and reversing existing magics.
A thod that overturns existing common sense and should be unfamiliar, but at the sa ti, a thod very familiar to herself.
“Oho. It is the order of demons.”
“It seed like magic used by the person called Ban. While fighting Werner, it flew aiming for . Since I cut it off before Fantasy ca out, the opponent will think I just cut it.”
“Cut?”
“That is…… this pentagram here. This part that becos the connecting link, I cut here.”
Cassian pointed at a spot in the air with his finger.
This ti, there was no pain because it was neither swordsmanship nor anything else, just pointing.
But the power possessed by that single gesture was very huge.
Ulf beca serious and stared at that spot.
“……Huh.”
She thought only his eyes grasping swordsmanship were outstanding.
Copying swordsmanship seen once, understanding the essence of swordsmanship, reading even the life of the person wielding that sword, and finally destroying that life and dismantling the swordsmanship were also skills beyond the human realm.
However, Cassian's intuition wasn't a story limited simply to swordsmanship.
What he pierced through was the law of order of demons itself.
“Have you ever learned magic?”
“No. I just cut it as I saw it.”
“No, I asked a useless question. Since you found a path that even I, who learned magic all my life, couldn't find.”
What he cut off wasn't simply Ban's magic.
Rather, he cut off sothing more fundantal.
If one polishes well that path Cassian discovered, before long, one might be able to crack the order itself created by demons.
“You cut off despair.”
What Cassian found was hope.
Ulf burst into hearty laughter as if dumbfounded.
“What is it, what's wrong you old hag!”
“It ans regressing was worth it.”
“That was overflowing already! Our teacher is alive, you know!? Huh? Wasn't that enough?”
“Right, correct.”
To think she would empathize with Rozalin's fuss.
Living long brings interesting things to see.
***
I quietly got up from my seat.
Because sleep didn't co, I had a strange premonition, and I felt a presence calling from outside the door.
When I opened the door, sure enough, a person was standing there like a ghost.
He was a very old hunchbacked old man, a person who would barely be 120cm tall even when standing.
Nevertheless, his eyes were burning, and he was leaning on a spear that would be twice his height like a cane.
“I am called the Spear God.”
A title I had heard from Rozalin.
He was a regressor.
“I heard you found Abrahal. He has co to the dormitory entrance now. Will you et him?”
And he was the ssenger of the person I wanted to et.
“I will go.”
I packed my sword and left the accommodation.
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