Chapter 149
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The Rosenstark School of Mysticism is fundamentally open to all branches of magic.
Their thirst for knowledge was remarkable, to the extent that they even studied dark magic diligently.
Among them, there was a particular field they especially encouraged learning in.
Fire and gravity.
The most efficient and effective pair in countering magic.
Fire, undoubtedly, due to its destructive power, and gravity, for its unparalleled versatility.
Because there was a lack of gravity magic in suppressing flying monsters that martial artists couldnt quite handle and in defending strongholds.
As a result, magicians adept in these two branches were highly esteemed wherever they went.
and Beatrice Monroe was a monster who could manifest fire and gravity magic up to the level of genius.
A newcomer rivaling seasoned professors in skill.
Because of this, any other newcomer who faced her had already halfway conceded victory from the moment they entered the arena.
Woooooo-!
Beatrices gravity magic of the Ars hierarchy instantly immobilized her opponent, leaving them unable to move.
Uh, ahhhhh!
Then, a fireball aimed directly at their head collided with the makeshift barrier, causing the opponent to panic and raise both hands above their head.
Despite the barrier being completely neutralized, fireballs continued to manifest around Beatrice.
I surrender, I surrender!
A professor from the School of Mysticism, acting as both a safety officer and judge, raised a white flag.
Cheers and applause erupted from the audience.
Simultaneously, the excited voice of Ibeta echoed through the arena.
[Did you all notice? Since Beatrices entrance into the arena, she hasnt set foot on the ground even once.]
[Lets call it Multicast! Combining that obscure flight magic with combat. Truly, it must be an overwhelming computational ability. Lets give her a round of applause!]
[Many applicants for the magic individual tournament indeed, but you should avoid the monsters, Amyo!]
Beatrice gracefully bowed towards the commentary booth pouring out praises, then glanced briefly at the audience before leaving without further ado.
The Hero noticed her implementing cleaning magic, instantly removing the dirt from her clothes.
Kasim murmured quietly.
Hmm, feels like a snobbish noble lady. Monroe Ive never heard of that family.
Her skills are definitely remarkable.
Even after Beatrice, the magic one-on-one battles continued.
From newcomers to seniors.
Each displaying their long-practiced magic freely, engaging in fierce exchanges.
As the festival approached its end, it was easy to identify who the ace of the School of Mysticism was in each grade since it was a team competition.
The Hero observed them closely.
No, he attempted to observe but gave up.
A faint frown appeared on the Heros face.
Its impossible to concentrate.
Originally, his plan was to carefully observe the skills and characteristics of the students of the School of Mysticism while waiting in the commentary booth.
Because they might be the ones to form parties with the extreme children in the future.
It was with that intention that he asked Yussi to take her place in the commentary booth.
However, two names from the participant list distracted his focus.
What are they thinking?
But how did they even qualify to participate?
There were a few magic swordsmen among the students, but they werent Luke or Ban.
[Alright, that concludes the magic individual tournament. Soon, the martial arts individual tournament will begin Please stay until the end. After the martial arts, an exciting magic two-on-two battle awaits!]
The Hero sighed and headed to the commentary booth with Kasim.
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The martial arts one-on-one tournament was, as expected, dominated by Cucullis solo performance.
Even without using the long-term ice magic, none of the other children could become her match.
One could say that she displayed an overwhelming presence even more than Beatrice.
Most matches ended in just one or two bouts.
It was a rare fight, and the Hero expected it to be enjoyable, but it was somewhat unexpected.
As if finishing a homework she didnt want to do, Cuculli swiftly knocked down her opponents.
I wont have to face her in the preliminaries, but even if I did, the participants from the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grades would easily defeat her.
The only opponent who somewhat persevered was
Gerald, attention!
Ugh, frustrating!
It was Gerald.
He seemed to have integrated his familys strong and straightforward Bryce-style spear technique with a new one.
Displaying significantly improved movements, he managed to withstand Cucullis attacks for over a minute.
It was the longest survival.
Gerald seemed satisfied as cheers erupted from the audience, lying down and laughing heartily.
In fact, the Hero expected the audience to be disappointed by the quick outcome.
But they seemed to find Cucullis overwhelming presence even more appealing.
To be more precise, their expectations for the Heros disciples and the top students of Rosenstark were fulfilled.
Wow, amazing!
You have to be at that level to learn from the Hero.
Could they have reached that level by learning from the Hero?
Its fascinating. How can she achieve such destructive power with such a delicate body?
Its the difference in species.
As the audience cheered fervently, the Heros concluding remarks followed.
[The level of the new students in the Combat Department is higher than expected. It was a good match.]
It was a message intended for someone in the waiting room.
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Reading his thoughts, Kasim murmured.
Looks like were in trouble.
The Hero glanced at him and finished his speech.
[I hope everyone enjoyed the show.]
Amidst louder cheers, Kasim smoothly continued.
[With that, the preliminaries of the martial arts individual tournament have concluded. After a 10-minute break, the magic two-on-two battle will continue, so please stay in your seats!]
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Meanwhile, a screen was set up in the participant waiting room, showing the arena.
The contestants expressed their admiration, discussing their impressions of the martial arts one-on-one tournament.
Luke, who was sitting in the middle of the waiting room with his arms crossed, muttered quietly to Ban.
Hes improved a lot, to the point of being amazing.
Yeah hes been working hard lately. Hes been visiting the professors research lab for spear advice.
Oh really?
Luke tilted his head slightly.
I thought he was just a guy who chased after women. Hes not bad.
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Ban, at a loss for words, remained silent with a crestfallen expression.
Lukes face crumpled.
Well. Why.
Ha ha, just thinking back on why we ended up here.
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Ah, a heavy sigh followed.
They were currently in the Magic 2v2 Participant Waiting Room.
As a result, they were receiving uncomfortable glances.
Moreover, Luke and Ban were particularly diligent in training their bodies among the martial artists.
Their bodies were also quite large.
Naturally, a strong sense of hostility was inevitable.
Those are the extreme kids, right?
Theyre magic swordsmen.
Feels like they came to the wrong waiting room.
Even though the School of Mysticism was located on the outskirts of the school grounds, and its students, being magicians, were not interested in the outside world, they were aware enough of the extreme that had been hot potatoes throughout the semester.
Ban, the protagonist and son of Felsion Perfect Dietrich, the enemy of Enoch, and Luke, the successor to the mercenary king.
Whispers continued incessantly.
Are they really participating in the magic battle?
I dont see any magic tools.
Do they think this is a joke?
Beatrice should have participated in the 2v2. If she did, they wouldnt even think about entering.
What nonsense. Were enough.
Some looked at them with curiosity and kindness, but animosity and resistance were prevalent.
Its not going to be easy.
Ban just avoided eye contact.
Understandable.
He would have felt bad if outsiders easily watched and recklessly challenged martial arts.
But Lukes understanding was the kind that only applied to Evergreen.
What are you looking at? First time seeing a magic swordsman?
Hey, hey.
Youve been chirping since earlier.
Luke, Luke!
A large mercenary with a ferocious appearance was not an easy task for the nosy wizards.
As the waiting room fell silent as a mouse, Luke finally turned his head with a satisfied expression.
Ban sighed again and opened his mouth.
Well be fine, wont we?
Just stick to the plan.
That plan is too reckless, though.
Dont feel too burdened. Do you think the School of Mysticism would give us the spotlight unless they were crazy? Theyll all be focused on them. We just need to quietly secure our spot in the finals.
At that moment.
Without realizing it, ten minutes had passed, and the voice of the commentator began to echo through the arena again.
[I have a surprising fact to share with all of you who have been waiting patiently!]
For a moment, a sense of anxiety gripped Luke and Ban simultaneously.
[Its unusual for two students from the Combat Department to challenge each other in this magic 2v2 battle! Theyre none other than the Heros disciples!]
Ah.
They reflexively turned to look at the screen in the arena.
No one here would fail to welcome an unexpected event.
The crowd in the arena erupted in noisy cheers without anyone prompting them.
The enthusiasm was so intense that the floor of the waiting room trembled.
[I wonder how this reckless challenge will end, dont you?]
[Moreover, the match in which these students will compete will be specially commented on by Professor Ted Redymer!]
[It could be considered the highlight of today, wouldnt you agree? Please show them your enthusiastic support!]
Luke muttered calmly.
Well, thats screwed.
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