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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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Naturally, magical competitions could be held on both small and large scales.
Usually, Rahel Academy would have provided a small arena that could barely accommodate the magicians from each side, and this magical competition should have been conducted on a small scale.
After all, it was a competition for the failing class.
It couldn’t be considered a very important event.
That would have been correct.
It should have been that way…
‘Damn it…!’
Did they lose?
Did Tyr lose?
Even if they won by score calculation, this was essentially a loss!
Professor Rachel, in charge of the intermediate Class, bit her lip.
This time, the failure was far too great.
Principal Violet had provided an incredibly large arena this time.
There were many questions about why such a huge and excellent arena was provided, but this was certainly a very good thing for Rachel as well.
Murmurs and chatter filled the air.
People noticed that there was something to see in the huge arena, what followed was simple.
A large crowd had gathered to watch this competition, which originally would have been held on a small scale.
And they hadn’t all arrived yet.
They were still coming.
Even now…
Adam, Rachel’s slave… no, research student, cautiously approached Rachel and asked,
“Um, Professor.”
“Yes.”
“Many more people than expected are gathering to watch this competition.”
I know.
I can see that much.
“Ugh…”
It should have been a joyous occasion, but now the situation had changed.
All Rachel could do was clench her fist tightly and tremble.
“I wonder if someone invited them? The failing class professor shouldn’t have that kind of network…”
Adam muttered.
Invitation?
It was an invitation indeed.
In fact, Rachel had personally invited them to come and watch.
There was no need to look further into the purpose of the invitation.
Today, the intermediate class was supposed to utterly crush the failing class and solidify their position.
What other reason could there be besides showing that scene thoroughly in front of everyone?
‘The advanced class professors? I thought they were busy, so why are they here?’
It was absurd to have these thoughts after inviting them herself, but the current situation was just that bewildering.
‘…No, it’s not just the advanced class professor, is it?’
The professor-only seats next to Rachel and Adrian were quickly being filled.
It seemed they had all really come to watch, despite their initially indifferent reactions.
Why now, of all times…
‘And even the Principal came?’
Following several advanced professors, Violet, wearing a large witch-like pointed hat, also made her appearance.
Judging by how quickly the seats for academy students were filling up, today’s magical competition would have a huge impact on both the failing class and the intermediate class.
The number of people Rachel had personally invited was only about three professors at most.
Rachel’s bulging eyes quickly turned to her research student, Adam.
Adam immediately waved his hands.
“I, I didn’t do anything.”
“Then what’s with this crowd?”
“I have no idea. I thought Professor Rachel had called them…”
So it wasn’t the assistant Adam who had spread the word?
Well, a mere research student couldn’t have gotten the Principal and all sorts of professors to respond to an invitation to watch a magical competition.
It was then, while Rachel was still immersed in confusion.
“Rachel~”
A distinctively cheerful and sly voice.
Rachel’s head automatically turned towards the source of the voice.
“Principal Violet?”
“Yes, yes. It’s Principal Violet~”
Violet waved her hand with a bright smile.
Rachel first bowed her head politely in greeting.
Addressing Rachel, whose face was still full of questions, Violet continued,
“I brought many people so they could also watch the competition.”
“……”
Since when were you so interested?
Come to think of it, Violet had been a bit strange when approving the magical competition.
She seemed to show an unusual interest.
“It’s rather good for the intermediate class, isn’t it? You would have wanted a large audience, right?”
“Yes… that’s right.”
If Principal Violet had personally invited them, Rachel, as a mere intermediate class professor, couldn’t tell them to leave.
In this situation, there was only one option left.
The intermediate class students, except for Tyr, had to show overwhelming skills.
‘Please do it right… Roerte…’
Rachel prayed desperately in her heart.
And Violet, looking at Adrian and Rachel, was thinking something else.
‘I’m cheering for both sides.’
Of course, she shouldn’t have, but she ended up cheering a little more for Adrian’s side.
Assuming the failing class led by Adrian won this magical competition, how many people would believe in that victory?
Even the other professors, including Rachel, didn’t believe that Adrian had sacrificed himself for the academy.
They just thought he had gotten lucky.
That’s all they thought.
Even when Violet explained that there was a top-tier black magic formula in that place, they didn’t change their indifferent attitude.
So, for Adrian, whom she was cheering for, to fully enjoy his victory if he won, such an audience was necessary.
Although it felt a bit sudden to call them, the suddenness wasn’t really important.
What mattered was that Violet, the Principal of Rahel Academy, had called them.
‘Sponsorship…’
It was true that she couldn’t completely shake off her worries about sponsorship.
If the failing class lost in front of everyone like this, Lord Tinsleek might stop supporting the failing class.
But on the other hand, if the intermediate class won overwhelmingly, there might be investors willing to invest in the intermediate class.
No, no.
Let’s put that aside for now.
‘I want to see the pure passion of magicians.’
At some point, an atmosphere of ‘anything goes as long as you’re skilled enough’ had pervaded within Rahel Academy.
Even Violet knew this clearly and not only overlooked it but even encouraged it, so this was also something that made Violet feel guilty.
So, please show us.
The passion and fighting spirit of magicians who endlessly strive towards growth, the image of orthodox magicians who simply pursue truth and walk the path of magic.
A competition that everyone can be excited about.
A competition that could refresh everyone’s mood.
“The next match will begin!”
Violet smiled contentedly as the referee announced the start of the next match.
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The second match was about to begin.
Rachel stared at Roerte, the representative of the intermediate class, with bloodshot eyes.
His gallant figure standing in the arena could only be described as solemn.
He seemed to have bruises all over his face and body.
How much effort must he have put into practice to end up in such a state?
He must have honed and polished his skills with the determination to use a knife for slaughtering cattle to even kill a chicken.
‘The intermediate class is still ahead in terms of points.’
Although Michelle Meinens’s overwhelming defeat of Tyr would cause some gossip, that could be easily covered up.
If Roerte were to achieve an overwhelming victory here, and not long after, only Michelle were to be promoted, what picture would that paint?
‘It would quickly turn into a story of Michelle being exceptional, not the failing class being excellent.’
After all, it was common knowledge in high society that Michelle was the daughter of a noble family and had outstanding talent.
So Rachel still had plenty of opportunities.
“Hey.”
In the center of the arena, as Charlotte opened her lips, Roerte began to sweat profusely.
“You’ll keep your promise, right?”
“……”
Roerte couldn’t answer.
He had only managed to save his life in that dungeon by promising something to Michelle.
So he should keep that promise.
But… his lips just wouldn’t move.
“Begin the match!”
The referee shouted, but neither Charlotte nor Roerte cast any spells.
Charlotte simply crossed her arms and glared at Roerte, as if telling him to hurry up.
“If you’re a magician, you should be able to take responsibility for your words. Aren’t you even a magician?”
It was a simple statement, but for a student of Rahel Academy aiming to become the greatest magician, it was quite piercing.
Charlotte continued.
“If you really intend to walk the path of a magician… you should at least show that you can acknowledge all your mistakes and start over from the beginning.”
I did that too.
Thanks to Professor Adrian, I was able to do so.
‘Phew.’
Roerte let out a deep sigh and began to open his mouth in a voice as small as an ant’s.
“I…”
“Louder.”
“Ugh…”
Roerte’s face could no longer be described as solemn.
Rather, tears seemed to be flowing down his sweat-drenched face.
“I… I bullied the failing class students countless times during training.”
-”???”
-”What’s he saying?”
The students in the audience began to whisper.
“And to Michelle Meinens, I called her a wh…”
The next word wouldn’t come out.
Only now did he deeply realize how crudely he had behaved.
He regretted it over and over.
‘Why did I do that?’
“…I called her a whore. I referred to the Meinens family as a family of whores.”
-”Huuuuugh”
-”Woah!”
Sounds of horror and shock erupted from the audience.
Shouldn’t a magician possess good character above all else?!
A whore! Calling a daughter of a noble family a whore?
Does that mean families with similar standing to the Meinens family were also families of whores, and commoner students were even worse than whores?
There was no applause for a magician with bad character.
The controversy grew rapidly, as if a fire had been lit.
“Therefore… I wish to forfeit…”
-”Who’s the supervising professor!?”
-”Get out now!”
-”If you’re a magician, you should overwhelm with magic, not insults!”
Rachel’s face, watching the situation, turned deathly pale.
Anyone looking at her might think she was a vampire.
Adrian quietly muttered.
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[Rachel is getting whats coming for her lmaooooo maybe she should realize that Adrian is just HIM]
