Damn Academy

7 – start

Professor of Magic at Eternia Academy.

When it comes to Eternia, there is a saying that comes up to the throat.

I tried to suppress the urge to ask for news about Liza. Whether you’re doing well or not, hearing the news only makes my heart sad.

Silverine carefully examines my face before asking.

“What’s wrong with your expression?”

“No big deal.”

“Ask me what.”

“… Isn’t Eternia still in school term?”

It would take at least 15 days to get here from Eternia.

This place is too far away for a professor who should be busy.

“right. I’m on break for about a year for some reason.”

“When will you be reinstated?”

“Next semester.”

If so, there was a high possibility that he didn’t know Liza, who was in the second semester of her first year.

“Then, did the priest’s kite mean that you would take me to the academy?”

“That would be good for your safety. Because I can’t carry you all my life.”

“safety… What?”

Silverine put on an expression asking why she asked something obvious.

“Your sword.”

“… ?”

Silverin sighed and said.

“Your sword is too dangerous. Not a threat to others, but to yourself. If your sword is known to the world, there will be many people who will aim for it. Don’t expect them to challenge you to a duel in keeping with chivalry. I’m not going to do anything like most crazy people. You are in a perfect position to die.”

My life is in danger because of this sword?

It feels like getting hit in the back of the head. Having never had power in my life, I had no idea what kind of ripple effect this power would bring. I had been living in a safe city and had forgotten how dangerous things were outside of it.

“… .”

“You have to train enough to keep at least one of your bodies. The academy is the story behind it.”

“All right.”

There was no reason to refuse to teach me.

“Where were you planning to go after finding the star fragment?”

“I was thinking of going to Haman, where the workshop was located.”

“I’m sorry, but give up and forget about it now. Don’t even send me a letter. Haman, if you think you can protect all of the people who know your name with your own hands, then go. Otherwise, everyone will be turned into hostages to bring you out.”

That meant that he had to give up his status and live a new life. It was a long separation from Harman, who I remember from my childhood. My heart gets heavy.

“Yes.”

“And that sword. Don’t take it out unless you’re in danger of dying.”

I nodded.

“So, is that okay? let’s go. Sooner or later, the ghouls will come again.”

Silverin put a finger in her mouth and whistled as a horse came running from beyond the crater. The horse stopped in front of us and snorted. It seemed that Crater, who was a mess with ghoul corpses, couldn’t adapt.

Silverin comforted the horse by stroking it with her hand.

“Come on.”

“Wait.

I grabbed my backpack and headed for the meteorite. Silverin saw me like that and said something.

“Are you trying to find Benemaril?”

“Yes?”

“It’s written in the book of Great Sage Lutavis.”

It seemed that Silverin also knew about the herb that was said to be able to see the future.

“Not all meteorites contain seeds of Benemaril. It’s just an ordinary meteorite, so don’t expect too much.”

“Then can I scrape some meteorites?”

This is a story I heard from the craftsman who taught me. Meteorite is not very popular with humans because it has not yet been studied, but it is considered more precious than gold by dwarves. Exchanges between humans and dwarves had ceased hundreds of years ago, so it was practically impossible to sell them, but since they were so hard to find, I wanted to keep them in advance when possible.

“yes. Don’t take too long.”

The equipment I had was rather poor to directly remove it from the meteorite. Fortunately, due to the impact of the meteorite falling, there were many fist-sized meteorite fragments around. I picked out something worthwhile and took it with me.

In no time, I filled my bag with the amount to make three or four ingots.

Silverin was handed a bag containing meteorites, fastened it to the saddle on the back of the horse, and said:

“get on.”

As soon as I got on the horse, Silverin immediately jumped behind me.

I wasn’t short for my age, but Sylvain was about the same height as an adult man, so when she took the reins, I was wrapped in her arms.

When I put too much energy into my body, Sylverin felt something strange and said,

“What are you doing. lose strength.”

“I… Can’t we just walk away?”

“I just throw it away.”

“… .”

As she shook the reins, the horse began to walk away. Silverin’s body swayed with the horse’s movement, and I closed my eyes tightly at the soft feel of both shoulders.

***

Dunkel laid out the documents he had received so far on the table in the office one by one.

All of these were ‘recommendations’ from people with recognized qualifications, such as honorary professors, top graduates from the academy, and the president of the Magic Society. In addition, the specific details of the admission candidates were written. There was little possibility that it was exaggerated as it was an analysis by those who boasted the highest authority in each field.

Dean Dunkel glanced at the papers and smiled happily. In the new semester, the number of recommended admission candidates was so large that it was said to be a good year, and each talent and personality were also distinct.

Among them, the only one who stands out is Azelis, a saintess candidate with a thousand-year-old talent and evaluated as the incarnation of a goddess.

Shion, the disciple of the Sword Master who conquered the Zion continent.

Cecil, a genius enchanter who is said to be able to turn ordinary stones into magic stones.

Luna, a spirit mage who received the blessing of the spirit king.

The son of Marshal Varianne, who protects the northernmost defense line of the Empire, Weapon Master Gale, who accomplished feats by defeating demons several times at a young age.

It was five.

Most of those recommended in the recommendation letter stood out from a young age and were widely known for their names and abilities, so there was no need to look closely at the documents.

thump thump

Dunkel, who was happily brushing his beard, closed his eyes tightly at the sound of an unexpected visitor.

thump thump

A stitch headbutted noisily at the window of his office.

It was Silverine’s stitch. Except for Silverin’s, nothing flew like that.

Dunkel raised the window, and Stitch fanned the papers with his wings. Then, it crashed into the fan holder placed on the desk and threw it to the floor before it was quiet.

Dunkel, who closed his eyes tightly, gave a small sigh.

There was a correspondence box dedicated to Stitch, but Silverin always ignored it and made sure to smash something in the office.

It was with the intention of skipping all of his letters and reading them first.

Conversely, Stitch sent by Dunkel directed Sylverine to the fireplace of his mansion and jumped straight into the flames.

Dunkel shook his head as he recalled the memory of bringing Silverine to the academy in the past.

“I wasn’t going to accept that idiot, but I was stupid.”

A letter was clutched at Stitch’s feet.

As Dunkel snatched the letter, Stitch flapped his wings again and flew out the window with a loud noise.

“… … .”

The reason why she couldn’t throw away such a careless disciple was purely because of her ability. He is lazy and looks down on others, but when it comes to the job he is assigned to, he produces results that are superior to anyone else’s.

He took a couple of deep breaths and opened the letter.

It was a letter of recommendation from Silverin.

“Hmm.”

It is also written in ancient letters.

Although this was a bit extreme, there was room for extenuating circumstances. It was the first letter of recommendation she wrote after getting permission.

After reading her letter of recommendation, Dunkel’s expression became complicated.

Letters of recommendation written in ancient letters were different from ordinary letters of recommendation.

When the potential of a child to be recommended could affect the existence of a nation or a group, or when there was a possibility that a great threat would be posed to a child or academy if the child’s abilities were known to the world, ancient letters were used for security reasons.

In addition, when entering for the above reasons, the student’s ability or original identity is kept strictly secret except for the dean and a few professors, and to prevent attracting attention, the grades are also always disposed of as middle-ranking grades when the top is announced.

And for that child, an intensive class for special ability development called ‘Master’s Class’ is conducted.

However, as Masters Class is a special system that requires the academy’s various resources, the eligibility requirements were quite strict.

No matter how much geniuses from all continents gather in Eternia, there were very few people who met the qualifications for Masters Class. There was not a single one among the current 3rd and 4th graders, and in the 2nd year, there was only Lisa Pascal among the 1st year Amy Pontar.

Azelis, a candidate for sainthood to enter next semester, was also in the middle of discussions with the church for a masters class.

The Master’s Class was not a matter that could be granted simply because Silverin requested it.

No matter how brilliant a wizard Silverin was and how powerful he was, this incident had to go through several internal screenings within the academy.

Furthermore, since Silverin had a strong rebellious temperament and a history of ignoring the academy’s procedures and customs as needed, more thorough verification was needed.

Dunkel wrote a paging message on parchment and sent it by stitch.

Moments later, someone knocked on the office and went inside.

It was a woman with long hair tied back and smooth, toned muscles. She was drenched in sweat as if she had just returned from training.

“Dean, did you call?”

It was Gael, an assistant professor in the combat department who was Silverine’s academy mate and rival. Now, Silverine is far ahead, and Gael admits that he is lagging behind him, but Gael still has a competitive spirit when it comes to Silverine.

If Gael was always upright and principled by nature, he would evaluate the child Silverine chose more objectively than anyone else.

Dunkel said, gesturing to the office chair.

“Sit down.”

Gael sat down in his chair and looked at the chaotic office.

“Are you Silverine again?”

Dunkel nodded and said.

“This time is a bit special. Silverin asked for a masters class in her recommendation letter.”

Gael’s eyes widened in interest.

“You mean that Sylverine?”

Dunkel nodded calmly again.

“I want you to verify Silverin’s child as an examiner.”

Gael shook his head.

“If Silverine had chosen me, I would have had a talent for magic.

“Silverine’s letter of recommendation said that the child handles swords.”

Gael’s eyes changed significantly when he said that he was handling a sword.

“… … All right.”

“As this is a dispatch job, it will take quite some time. Leave all your schedules blank for next month. I’ll take care of all the work you need. Speak up if you need support.”

“All right. And the dean.”

“Tell me.”

“Can I take my student to the screening?”

The corner of Dunkel’s mouth went up slightly when he noticed that Gael’s competitive spirit had been activated again.

“You just don’t have to tell me that it’s a Masters Class screening.”

“… … thank you.”

When Dunkel nodded, Gael stood up.

“Then let’s go.”