Time in the North passed by and passed by, and the date passed by enough to change the moon before I knew it.

The sparring between Willia and Stella, in front of Saint Clare and I, has continued every single day since then.

People only grow when they hit a wall.

By the standards of ordinary people, Stella was a person who had reached a level similar to that of a wall against ordinary swordsmen.

Of course, Willia’s ability to hit the sword against such a wall every day also improved.

Now, even against Stella, who has removed all eight weights, he can compete up to ten points.

It was a natural process for her to call her fellow swordsman, Stella, as her master.

Even so, the title or treatment towards me did not change at all.

“Conrad-sama, thank you for helping me and Stella-sama today!”

“Isn’t it time to let go of that undeserved title? I heard you decided to regard Stella as your teacher a while ago?”

“Yes, it is!”

“Then, now that I am no longer Miss Willia’s goal or teacher, I wonder if the burdensome title of Mr. Conrad is a little too much.”

“Yeah? What do you mean? I still consider Conrad-nim as my teacher.”

“I just said that you would regard Stella as your teacher… .”

“Is there any reason not to have multiple teachers?”

“… … .”

Perhaps it was because I had been with Stella for too long in my previous life, but her way of thinking had affected me as well.

Come to think of it, it was common for most academy graduates not to think of their teacher as one person.

Now that the educational facility called the academy has become a general venue for nurturing talented people, the form of education in which several teachers teach several students has already been taken for granted.

Willia’s way of thinking was rather a much more general idea than mine or Stella’s.

“Rather than that, Conrad-sama, when are you going to let go? Stella-nim immediately started talking to me shortly after getting to know me.”

“… yes. I’ll call you comfortably from now on, Willia.”

“Thank you, Conrad!”

I was intentionally widening the distance to block the bullshit that Willia said was a teacher or a disciple in the first place.

As long as that possibility is gone, there’s no need for me to stick to an uncomfortable title.

It was about two weeks ago that I made that decision and started to treat her a little more comfortably.

Even after a month, the snowstorm in the north showed no sign of stopping, and the only thing that could be said to be a battle against monsters was small monsters crossing the fence like beans sprouting in a drought.

Even that was mostly dealt with by the northern warriors who were on guard duty, so the situation where the three of us, including myself, went to the front was hardly approaching.

Even so, it wasn’t that I could only do something when confronted with monsters.

As well as watching Stella and Willia’s sparring, supervising them so that dangerous situations do not appear during the match.

After making a strategy assuming several situations a day, assuming that you will deal with Silly Willy.

Adding and subtracting spells that drew out the maximum power to deal with him was a daily routine.

A circuit that is as simple and clean as possible so that the mana circuit does not move along an unnecessary path or cause loss.

After connecting five or six such circuits. Eliminate unnecessary errors that occurred in the process of attaching.

Check that the removed and completed circuits work well, and connect several such circuits again.

From the order that led to dozens of magical power circuits, again, errors and unnecessary curves were eliminated.

Most of what I did during my one month stay in the North was repetition of this work.

It wasn’t particularly boring. In a previous life, he had spent close to three years conjuring a single spell.

Of course, it’s not that I don’t remember the spells and circuits I used in my previous life, so I create new ones.

At that time, most of the spells and circuits that were made to be used immediately in the battle were 8th circle or higher magic, so it was an unavoidable choice.

If I dealt with them with my body now, let alone activate the magic, the blood vessels throughout my body would probably burst and I would die.

I also wanted to prepare several 8th circle magics and deal with the approaching enemies easily.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a combat method that I could use because I had a 6th circle physical ability.

so i have to make it The magic of the 7th circle that can be used with the body of the 6th circle.

And that, too, by maximizing its power without leaking any magic power.

Compared to the prime of life, the most powerful magic that can be used even with the current body.

That much should be enough to kill Seely Willy.

There is Saint Clare, and there is Stella, the next hero.

There was even Willia, which was not planned, but seemed to be quite helpful.

Because it was my duty to somehow make the next step possible.

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The afternoon of the day exactly one month after we arrived at the Northern Mansion.

“It’s over now, Mr. Hazark. Now my right knee won’t get sore just because it’s snowing again.”

“Oh, sure my knees don’t hurt anymore! I express my sincere thanks, priestess!!”

“I’m glad my little miracle helped.”

As usual, Saint Clare treated the wounds of the northern warrior with divine power and was receiving a hearty thank you.

The number of warriors she healed in one month was about five hundred.

Even if he saw the condition of about 20 people a day, it was a fairly tight number.

Considering Saint Clare’s divine power, it wouldn’t have been that difficult to treat 20 people a day.

The problem was the strange demands of these proud northern warriors.

“I can’t believe I can be healed even with the mark of a warrior, this is an honor!”

“Because I am, it is possible. Just in case, don’t ask another priest to do it for you.”

“Ha ha ha! There are no priests dispatched to this cold and dangerous north anyway, so there is no need to worry!!”

“hahahaha, yes… .”

A warrior’s mark. In other words, she had listened to the unreasonable demands of the northern warriors who refused treatment because they did not want to get rid of their scars.

It was a miracle of Holy Magic that Saint Clare used to heal serious injuries such as broken legs and amputated arms without leaving a single scar.

Excluding the scarred part, healing only the wounds and injuries in the body seemed to require quite a bit of concentration.

The scars left on the body were their own treasure for the northern warriors, who judged how strong and valiant they were by the number of scars they suffered in battle.

Not getting rid of the scars on their bodies was more important to them than escaping the pain of broken bones and torn muscles.

So, the priests who were dispatched would drop foot studies and return to the original church.

Healing an injury by avoiding a specific wound required more divine power and concentration than normal treatment.

Being able to do that 20 times a day was a miracle that was only possible because Saint Clare was there.

The warriors, who initially refused to receive treatment, reluctantly asked for treatment one by one at St. Claire’s words that she would only heal their wounds while leaving behind the mark of a warrior.

In the end, it took a month to take care of all the five hundred northern warriors.

Even though each and every one of them were strong northern warriors, she advised Saint Clare that she should rather conserve her strength since there was no need to match such childish stubbornness.

The words that came back from her were the usual, extremely saintly answers.

“it’s okay. Everyone has at least one thing they don’t want to give up. It is my role as a priest to heal even the wounds of such people.

And it will be good training for me too. Stella and Willia are fighting hard like that every day, but I was bored because I felt like I was waiting alone.”

When I met her often at the academy, I often forgot that she was a saint because of her childlike appearance.

Still, looking at her sincere heart, which she occasionally encounters, she was definitely suitable for a saintess.

“Today’s dinner is a banquet! To commemorate the healing of Hazark, Kakula, and Gshur!”

“I got better not today, but the day before yesterday, you stupid bastard!”

“Anyway, it’s a banquet! I know how to consider anyone who falls in as unqualified to be a warrior!!”

With the loud shouts of Grand Duke Sharahl of the North, a banquet with plenty of alcohol and meat for dinner began.

It was normal to have an evening drinking party called a banquet every day on a day off without a battle anyway.

Sharahl would always hold a party without forgetting, adding one or two meaningless excuses as an extra.

Although these seemingly simple and ignorant days were essential to living in the North.

Muscle and alcohol were the only means to warm one’s body in this northern part where the biting cold hit one’s body all year round.

In a way, it was a necessary act to train the muscles to make one’s body thick during the day and pour alcohol into the throat every day in the evening.

The imperial family knows that, so they generously provide wine and meat to these warriors in the north.

The number of reports of battles with monsters in the north was remarkably small, to the extent that it was reported to the imperial family only once every few years.

It didn’t mean at all that the Northern Duke and the warriors were just playing and eating without doing anything.

Rather, if the report didn’t go up, it meant that he was putting more effort into the northern border.

For a month in this northern mansion, there was no room for dissatisfaction with food.

A place where you can only live if you train your muscles and feel the pleasure of drinking.

It was the northern part of Alexander’s empire.

That’s why I had a drink with them this evening too.

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the next morning.

I inadvertently opened my eyes to the dazzling sunlight streaming in through the window.

It was almost a month ago that I saw the sunlight because of the strong snowstorm and dark clouds that raged every day.

As soon as I saw the sunlight facing me after a long time, there was one thought in my head.

“… It will start soon.”

As soon as the height of the snow piled up decreased, a group of monsters would flock to it.

It was the time to begin the full-fledged ‘dispatch practice’.