Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius

Demon Hunt(1)

The night of the empire is bright.

The light created by magic shines brightly on the street like sparkling waves.

Many buildings filled the vast capital, and soft swarms of stars carefully descending from the high sky.

A superb view that catches people’s attention.

At this hour, when most are asleep, I am walking down the street with Rebecca.

With the slaves behind him.

“You’re solving it more easily than you think.”

“There is nothing good for the family when it gets noisy.”

After listening to my story, the Duke of Philasia accepted the offer without even confirming it.

I don’t know what he was thinking, but the important thing is that he paid the elf price.

A word that shows the crystal ball to the host and sends the money in the near future.

That one word was enough.

The host let us go with a big smile.

If I had said that, I would never have let you go.

Once again, he learns what the prestige of the Duke of Philasia is like within this empire.

There’s no way the duke would do something like that unless he was sure he would send the money.

“then… What will this elf do now?”

Rebecca doesn’t use the word slave.

as if it were banned. Shows extreme reluctance.

“First, I have to take it. If you can afford it, you can get admission into the academy.”

“Is that possible?”

“Yes, elves are born with basic talent.”

Elves, who spend hundreds of years in the forest, have magical talents from birth.

Different from magic, the spirits of each attribute.

Spirits that very few among humans can handle.

Elves are something they have naturally from birth.

“The problem is this guy’s condition.”

Turning his head, he glanced at the state of the elf.

Christina quietly follows me with a string tied around her neck.

“Hey elf.”

When I called her, my head turned toward me.

The empty sea was engraved in his eyes.

The dull blonde is compared to Rebecca’s.

Although she healed her wounds with divine power, what happened to her when she was kidnapped as a slave?

“What is your name?”

“… .”

The elf looked up at me, but didn’t open his mouth.

As if the mouth was sewn.

I know the elf’s name, but I still ask her.

Asking for her name means that you think of her as a living being, not a slave.

But the elf remained silent.

Are you unable to speak or do you not want to speak?

couldn’t know

What is certain is that Cristana doesn’t want me to talk to her.

At least that was the emotion in her eyes.

As she wished, I kept my mouth shut.

When they arrived near the academy, Rebecca put on the necklace again.

The fluttering blonde hair and the bright golden eyes are normally reversed.

Even her voice changed, the perfect appearance of Adele.

“For now, I will take you as a maid.”

“I believe you won’t do anything strange.”

“It’s a little strange that a saint believes in me.”

Rebecca staring at me, no Adele.

“I don’t believe in you, I believe in the dignity of that noble nobleman.”

“Yes, you will.”

After that, she went into the Trea coffin before looking at me.

It was late at night, so I must have been sleepy.

“I’m a little sleepy too.”

I looked down at the elf.

Her wrists are engraved with handcuffs-like patterns.

‘The imprint of a slave.’

An engraving that must be engraved when breeding slaves of different races.

In particular, its power has been strengthened since its owner was killed by a heterogeneous race such as an elf.

As long as that engraving is engraved, the elf cannot do anything special without my instructions.

If there is anything possible, is it only about physiological activity?

In addition, this engraving is endowed with coercive force.

For example, if I ask you to kiss the street using an engraving, you must kiss it.

it’s a slave

But I’m not going to do that.

It’s because he doesn’t want to touch the elves anyway, and he doesn’t want to be disliked by the saint.

If I knew that I used the slave’s imprint, the saint wouldn’t talk to me anymore.

Using the image or the auction house as an excuse, I made a connection with her and started talking.

If the image is further degraded here, it becomes irreversible.

‘It’s really tough.’

I took a deep breath and looked at the elf.

She is definitely a thrifty beauty. The word “Gyeonggukjisaek” seems to exist for her.

However, the flower on the cliff that cannot be touched.

Satisfied to be able to look at her, I took Christina into the Trea Coffin.

**

“Today’s class is Dalian.”

After going to the auction house, theory classes continued.

For almost a month, I felt like I was back in high school.

Oh, are you in high school?

It will probably be similar.

“According to the cooperation of the class B students, you will be competing against a designated opponent, so remember your opponent well.”

While saying that, Professor Akdin called out names one by one.

I turned the pencil in annoyance.

No matter who gets caught, you can lose with the sick passive.

Even though I lost because I wasn’t feeling well, my prestige wouldn’t be diminished.

“Deron Phylasia, Ruberic Keias.”

Well?

This is a slightly different story.

I had completely forgotten about him since he hadn’t moved in a few months.

Are you still in the academy?

Yes, he is one of the main bosses of Hagisa.

After all, the festival is coming soon.

According to the development of the novel, Ruberic, who should have interrupted the protagonist periodically.

However, he was quiet because of me, so I couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Even Christina, whom the main characters had to save, I won the bid.

According to Professor Akdin’s instructions, we moved to the gymnasium.

The guys in Class B were already out.

I looked for Ruberic among them.

what. Where did Ruberic go?

Clearly, Ruberic stands out even among Class B.

A strong body, a tall stature, or a stout appearance.

Even in the Iliad Academy, it will be on the top of the list for looks.

I don’t see such a guy

I sat down in the audience, scratching my head.

In the gymnasium, students from our class and the other class are up one by one, and Professor Akdin is the referee.

The match originally goes like this.

There must be a referee.

While I was watching Dalian, Agnes approached me.

“How are you feeling?”

“so so. you?”

“The color is starting to blend into the mana.”

I gave a slight startled look.

I knew at some point that she would reach the intermediate level, but she could already see colors.

It certainly looked like it was going to be a good one.

If she added a good weapon to her talent, her mana sensitivity would have improved.

grow up fast

Please grow up and be my shield.

Because I want to live quietly.

Meanwhile, our protagonist rises above the dance floor.

A person who will later be called a hero.

Lee Han.

He held up his sword and stood up.

The other side is holding a spear.

There is a difference in the distance section.

Lee Han tried to approach him quickly, but the other party is sure to respond.

“Certainly, the boys in Class B are strong.”

murmured quietly.

This was the virtuous cycle of the Iliad Academy.

The children of Class B must have heard the sound of a genius somewhere, but nevertheless, they entered Class B.

That’s a strong scratch on their self-esteem.

In this case, there are two cases.

Either overcome the scratch and try.

Or settle down without overcoming it.

The person facing the main character now is the first case.

Calluses are visible in the hand holding the spear.

You must have put a lot of effort into it.

Especially since it’s a window.

Agnes noticed it too, so he opened his eyes wide and focused on the match.

Spear the spear that stabs forward.

Turn the spear from the outside to the inside to block the opponent’s weapon.

Turning the spear from the inside out to block the opponent’s weapon is called Lanchang.

And these are the basic postures of the spear, Lannachal.

A weapon faithful to the basics never forgets its fundamentals.

It’s the same whether it’s a sword or a spear.

Professor Akdin’s face had a slight smile on it.

He likes people who stick to the basics.

And the main character, Lee Han, is a person who faithfully did the basics more than anyone else.

No, to be precise, he ascends to the position of a hero through basic deception.

Lee Han held the sword.

It exudes a momentum different from before.

Pure yet neat.

It was so clean that even a person holding a sword could not feel it.

The opponent with the spear is staring at Lee Han.

You instinctively feel that something is coming.

“No way.”

I muttered unknowingly.

But you can’t do anything just by feeling it.

As a description in the novel, the skill of the protagonist that has been seen dozens of times.

One type of intangible sword.

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No lightning, no sparks.

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Just a clean sting.

But the speed is above all else.

spatula.

The window sill was cut off at once.

The opponent looked up blankly at his window, not knowing when he was cut off.

Lee Han puts the sword in.

Agnes saw the sight and opened his mouth wide.

Even her eyes would not have seen the strike from the moment before.

However, it was visible in my eyes.

Because of the nature of genius.

A single line that neatly aims only at the window sill.