I Possessed a Character in an Academy Without a Protagonist – Chapter 66

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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I managed to avoid losing consciousness somehow.

If I closed my eyes here, I didn’t know what might happen.

I didn’t want to wake up after sleeping through an entire day to find all the students in the Battle Magic class dead.

“Ugh…”

“Lie down, Teacher.”

As I tried to raise my upper body in a daze, Trie pushed down on my chest.

Was this my room?

It seemed there was no one else except Trie and me.

“You were sleeping like a dead mouse.”

“I was asleep?”

“Yeah.”

“…”

Oh shit.

It seemed my belief that I hadn’t lost consciousness was a delusion.

“Ugh… How long did I sleep?”

“It’s still early morning. Don’t worry. You only slept for about 8 hours.”

Thank goodness.

It seemed the second day hadn’t even started yet.

But I should start preparing early.

Today was going to be quite intense.

One mistake could cost a student’s life.

“I told you to lie down…”

“I can’t lie down because it’s uncomfortable. I think my body has recovered quite a bit too.”

I forcefully sat up.

For a moment, my vision turned black and my head spun.

I almost collapsed again.

I should avoid sudden movements for a while.

Still, the recovery potion must have worked hard while I slept, as the strain on my body had largely disappeared.

At least I no longer felt the pain as if my internal organs were twisting.

“That illness… Is it serious?”

“…”

I had bluffed last night and casually said it was a chronic illness.

The fact that I had a serious illness would quickly spread as a rumor.

Since not only Trie and Sergei saw it, but all the students did.

Someone might have already written a letter and sent it to the Imperial Academy or their home in the capital.

‘This is good.’

But this was a good thing.

The nobles would think of this as my weakness.

There was a high possibility they would make futile efforts to find out what illness I had.

Moreover, if they underestimated my physical abilities due to the illness, that would be good for me.

If they decided not to keep me in check thinking I would die soon, nothing could be better.

“It’s not serious. It doesn’t happen often.”

“Even if it’s occasional, you’ll die if there’s no one around when it happens!”

“It’s fine. I carry recovery potions too.”

Actually, I didn’t carry them, but since I could buy them anytime from the store, it was practically the same as carrying them.

“Is it an incurable disease?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do the doctors say?”

“The doctors couldn’t find any illness.”

It wasn’t a lie.

Because I didn’t have an illness.

Well, to Trie, it might be perceived as an incurable disease that current medicine couldn’t even detect.

“Are you going to die…?”

“I won’t die.”

Trie’s voice started to get slightly choked up.

Why was she acting like this?

It was embarrassing.

I should crack a joke or something to change the mood.

“Instead, I might lose my sight or hearing, or maybe both.”

“What?! Really?”

“…”

Trie grabbed my shoulders and asked.

With tears welling up in her eyes.

Uh… I didn’t expect such an intense reaction.

And actually, I had already lost my sight and hearing last night.

“No. No way. You have to teach me magic. Right?”

“Even without sight and hearing, I can sufficiently teach you magic. We can directly communicate through techniques, can’t we?”

“Still no! You have to learn swordsmanship from me. There’s still a lot left to teach. At least hold on until you become the best in the Empire.”

“Then you’re telling me to hold on for a lifetime. How can you reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship with a magician’s body?”

“You can do it, Schlus. Magic knight… It might be you, not me.”

What nonsense.

If becoming a magic knight was that easy, it would have been done long ago.

Well, if I devoured all the enlightenments Hertlocker was supposed to eat like a pig, it wouldn’t be completely impossible.

Even then, there would be problems due to the limits of Schlus’ body.

“I’ll concede the position of magic knight to you.”

As I put on my outer clothes and was about to leave, the drawer caught my eye.

I had definitely left it slightly ajar.

Now it was completely closed.

Someone had touched it.

When I opened it with a creak, inside were over a dozen glass bottles containing a blue liquid.

It was a large quantity of mana energy antidote I had made by staying up the night before the practice.

I had quite a hard time extracting and refining the Phelan flowers I received from Madam Lichtenburg.

I thought my soul would leave my body from repeating the same experiment dozens and hundreds of times while searching through relevant books.

And someone had intruded into my room and opened this drawer.

“Trie. Did you by any chance touch my drawer?”

“Huh? No?”

Trie shook her head with a dumb face.

It probably wasn’t Trie.

Because there was a setting that Trie was very bad at lying.

Unless she had suddenly attended an acting academy and acquired a poker face, Trie would be innocent.

Then who the hell was it?

Who came and went in that brief moment when I lowered the barrier while half-asleep?

“What’s wrong? Is something missing?”

“No. Everything is intact.”

“Then it’s fine.”

“…”

Yeah. Nothing was missing.

The number of glass bottles was exactly right.

The contents hadn’t been swapped either.

In other words, the person who opened this drawer just left without even touching the items.

‘Damn it.’

Unless they were quite stupid, they would have noticed what this content was.

By drinking it or smelling it.

They would have this question.

What kind of guy is Schlus Hainkel to bring so much high-concentration mana energy antidote?

That question.

If they directly confronted me about it, it wasn’t like I had no way to answer.

I could make excuses like I brought it just in case because Whist Forest has a thick mana energy concentration.

But the real problem was if they didn’t confront me about it.

If they imagined the reason on their own without giving me a chance to make excuses.

For example, if they thought the mana energy overflow that would happen today was orchestrated by me…

If they imagined I secretly prepared the antidote to survive alone…

I would be making an enemy without doing anything.

“What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

“I’m going out for some fresh air.”

“Then do you want to spar a bit to loosen up?”

“There are no swords here, so how…”

When I turned my head, Trie was smiling while holding two longswords in her hands.

At that innocent smile, my face turned pale.

“Those. They’re real swords, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. That’s right. I brought one for emergency use. Of course, you’ll use the real sword! I’ll use the training one.”

“No, that’s…”

“We can’t miss 3 days of sword lessons, right? Now you’re the student. Hoho. I’ll go ahead and warm up.”

“…”

Without giving me a chance to answer, Trie went outside first.

I had no choice but to close my eyes tightly and accept reality.

I stared into the open drawer once more and-

“I’ll slowly find out who it is.”

I closed the drawer.

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It was truly a hellish spar.

Perhaps because I was holding a real sword, Trie seemed unusually serious today.

I recorded my first loss in 1 second after starting, and soon accumulated my second and third losses.

After winning a match last time, I thought I could handle it.

But sparring again, I realized it was all delusions of grandeur.

“Ugh… Huff… How about… we stop here for today…”

“Eh? Are you serious? We haven’t even done half of what we usually do?”

“There are many eyes watching, Trie. It’s better for both you and me not to reveal too much.”

Only then did Trie seem to become aware of the gazes around and turned her head.

Swordsmanship, in extreme terms, is like rock-paper-scissors.

Assuming two people with the same agility and reaction speed are fighting, there is a clear compatibility that determines the outcome based on the initial ready stance and attack stance.

Of course, there are crazy beings who can chew rock with scissors, but let’s treat those as exceptions.

If you just know what stance or technique the opponent specializes in or frequently uses, it becomes extremely easy to counter it.

Bluntly put, if Trie’s attack stance was fixed to one, even I could easily defeat Trie.

“Oh… I didn’t think of that. Certainly, it might be better to hide our specialties.”

Trie sighed regretfully and sheathed her sword.

Well, actually, what I said just now was all an excuse, and I said to stop because I felt like I was going to die from pain.

To be honest, among the kids looking out the window, the only one with enough dynamic vision to follow this swordsmanship and understanding of swordsmanship would be Sergei.

I could be at ease because I knew Sergei’s personality well.

“Phew. Can’t be helped. Then when we return, I’ll make up for the missed lessons during the practice.”

“Oh…?”

“Don’t worry, Teacher. I won’t skip class time or anything.”

“…”

I wish she would skip a bit.

It seemed this master had no concept of holidays.

“Now! Everyone wake up! Wake up!”

“…?”

At that moment, a loud voice echoed throughout the lodging building.

At first, I thought someone had turned on a broadcast.

Only after looking up did I realize.

Sergei was standing on the rooftop, shouting at the top of his lungs into the drainpipe.

It certainly reached all the rooms.

I was worried the drainpipe might burst somewhere from that.

“It’s a surprise test! Everyone gather at the entrance of Whist Forest! It would be good to bring any weapons you have!”

It had finally begun.

The second day of the Battle Magic practice in Whist Forest.

Sergei’s surprise test, which would be full of twists and turns.

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