Maybe it was unfair that their group was attacked by an unexpected attack.

The rest of the guys pointed their fingers straight at me and shouted.

“Hey, you bastard!”

“… … .”

“Who are you to intervene in other departments and make a mess… .”

“They just came out of the boat… .”

First of all, I tied the necks of the two guys who looked the loudest with a ring of light.

Because there was no other means to subdue without endangering life.

“Kek, Khehehehe… !”

“Keuheuk, kuk… . Kuk… !”

The two choked guys grabbed their necks and crawled on the floor for some time.

Soon after, he suffocated and suffocated on the floor.

Now there are three left.

“Damn it, kill that bastard!”

There was only one light attribute magic left, so I needed to save it just in case.

If that’s the case, I’ll have to subdue the rest of the people with a bit of annoyance.

First, before they get close to me.

The magic bullet, which took a little time to load, was blown away.

“Kuhh!”

The blow to the jawline was right, so he probably wouldn’t be able to get up right away.

There are now two people left. There was only enough distance left that there was not enough time to reload the magic bullet.

“You son of a bitch!”

“You’re showing up out of nowhere!”

I’m sorry, but think about selling it.

“uh?”

“What is this… .”

I couldn’t take the attacks of the guys who came running with swords with real killing momentum.

I raised a fire citadel at the feet of those who approached me.

The guys couldn’t react to the flames that suddenly rose from below and went through the fire barrier.

“Ah! F*ck this… !”

“It’s hot! It’s f*cking hot!”

Burns take a long time to heal, so I didn’t want to use them as much as possible.

If you think about it, you don’t have to worry about the safety of these guys.

When I was watching the situation of the guys who were scorched by flames and rolling on the floor like crazy.

“Mr. Wizard! behind!”

Suddenly, Stella yelled at me loudly.

“… … ?”

The moment she hurriedly turned around at Stella’s cry and turned her head backwards.

At the end of the shifted line of sight, a guy I hadn’t seen before was coming right in front of me and striking a sword at me.

To the extent that it came too close to subdue it with magic.

“die!”

Using the staff he was holding as support, he quickly leaned forward.

“uh?”

Immediately after the sound of cutting through the meaningless wind.

The body of the guy who wielded the sword was exposed defenselessly in front of me.

“Cuck!”

Immediately, with a dull blow, the head of my staff touched the back of his head.

“Keuk, kuk, kuk… .”

Stepping on the scruff of a guy who was sprawled on the floor with his shoes.

He wriggled on the floor as if in agony, wriggling like an earthworm.

“… … Queek.”

After a while, his body lost all his strength and he lay down on the dirt floor.

“… … .”

“Oh… .”

“… Keck, off… .”

“… … .”

“… Ugh.”

“flaw… .”

“… … .”

After the guys from the swordsmanship department, who had grown in various shapes, had only dealt with enough to keep them from dying.

I moved towards Stella, who had been watching the battle between me and the guys in a daze.

“It’s a mess here, so let’s get out of here quickly.”

“Are you okay? If you leave it like this, you will definitely be held accountable later.”

“It’s okay because the church has already figured out the dispute. If left alone, the church will take care of them.”

“Is that so?”

“If you stay at the site until late, the church will probably bother you with questions. Let’s get out of this place for now.”

“All right.”

I hurried out of the alley with Stella, leaving the moaning guys on the floor.

Soon, behind me, I heard the sound of a chariot rushing towards the church.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

Right after the sudden start of the battle ended in a few minutes.

To keep the distance so that nothing bothers you.

I deliberately moved with Stella towards the crowded plaza.

Being half-forced by my hand, she looked around my face and surroundings and cautiously rolled her eyes.

He cautiously opened his mouth to me, as if he had just finished organizing his words.

“Thank you for saving me.”

Regardless of whether what I did was right or overreacted, it was true that I saved myself from a crisis anyway.

He was the first to express his gratitude to me.

“Be careful next time. Because inside the academy, power is closer than the law.”

As a student at the academy, this may not be something I would say.

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Judging from my experience of attending this educational facility for the past four years.

This academy was the best facility in the world to express power and the logic of power.

There are high-ranking nobles above dukes or margraves, and there are cases where even people of the lowest rank among commoners are admitted.

There are students who have grown up in affluent families, and there are students who are in such a tight financial situation that they cannot pay tuition if they do not work.

There were ten major departments, so it was a place where a variety of human groups were gathered.

If you compare the place called the academy to an object.

I could describe it as a large salad plate full of fruits, vegetables, and nuts.

At first glance, it seems that they are mingling with each other as they are contained in a bowl,

In reality, they don’t mix with each other, they just exist together.

When all these kinds of people spend 4 years fighting each other in a small space.

In addition to the aforementioned disputes, it was also common to lead to large and small quarrels, including differences in disposition or simple individual personality issues.

First of all, since more than half of the students learn combat skills, it was not uncommon for a quarrel to lead to a real battle.

It wasn’t once or twice that one side collapsed in a battle between students just because it was such a long day away.

So, of course, the church’s personnel, who are organizing disputes in these back alleys, have no choice but to be completely fooled.

I thought so as I watched the convoy pull away in the direction of the church.

“By any chance, what is your name?”

“Conrad Perdalos. I am an academy student going up to the second year of the Ministry of Magic next year.”

“You are Konrad Perdalos senior.

My name is Stella Arwen, who will be entering the swords club as a freshman this year.”

“I just overheard the story, so I know. You said you were the daughter of Professor McDowell of the swordsmanship club, right?”

“… … That’s right.”

Perhaps it was because of the thought that I, like them, might have had bad feelings for Professor McDowell.

She looked me in the eye and responded cautiously.

“Because that professor’s class is famous for being very strict.

There are going to be some guys who will be as dear to you as just now just because you are that professor’s daughter.”

“… okay.”

It was a heartfelt advice out of concern for Stella’s future life.

After hearing the harsh evaluation of her esteemed master, her mood had become gloomy enough to be recognized at a glance.

“Of course, there are many people who respect McDowell that much.

Even though the faculty is different, I also think that Professor McDowell is a very proud person.”

“Of course! our master… Isn’t your father a great person?!”

“Yes, of course not.”

These were not empty words to comfort Stella.

I said this because I sincerely respect Professor McDowell.

One day in the past life when the Dark Church attacked the academy.

Professor McDowell was holding only one of his swords.

Because you dragged me through two hours against the High Priestess of the Dark Church.

Thanks to that, I was able to buy time for other students and school officials to escape and secure reinforcements.

Thanks to his sacrifice, I remembered defending Alexandros Academy with minimal damage.

Of course, in today’s reality, that hasn’t happened yet.

If the same incident happened tomorrow, Professor McDowell would probably act the same way.

“Are you a student at the Ministry of Magic?”

Of course, all professors at the academy are like Professor McDowell. Not all proud and competent people exist.

The professor, who seemed displeased even at a glance, looked down at me.

“That’s right.”

“Let’s talk for a minute.”

It was a call from Professor Oliver Finn of the swordsmanship department.

* * *

“Sit anywhere near it.”

How secretly did he want to tell me so that no one else could find out.

Professor Oliver, who brought me to his office, said curtly.

After confirming that Professor Oliver first sat down on one side of the table.

I deliberately pulled out the chair farthest from the professor.

“Can you come a little closer?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Answer me arrogantly… .”

I was already familiar with Professor Oliver’s fiery tendencies.

In case of an unexpected situation, I put a safety distance first.

At least at this level, when that person is excited, the fist won’t touch right away.

“I heard about what you just did through a report from a church official.”

“Is that so.”

“I heard that you dared to play tricks on my students in the swordsmanship department. Seven of them.”

“That’s right.”

“Aren’t you aware that you were wrong?”

it’s wrong

If I had to say it was the wrong thing I did to them.

The biggest mistake is that I didn’t even know they existed in my previous life, so I couldn’t make them look the same.

I’ve never really sinned against him for making a displeased look at me.

I confidently gave back the answer that I had done what I had to do.

“Then are you still?”

“What?”

“A group of five or six upperclassmen are creating a nasty atmosphere around a freshman girl.

If you are the professor, will you be watching?”

“… On the subject of the Ministry of Magic, it means not to interfere with what is happening inside the Swords Department.”

Even though it was an attack that started as a surprise.

It seemed that his pride was hurt that seven students from the swordsmanship department fell to one student from the magic department.

Even more so since all of those students were Professor Oliver’s students.

“okay? I couldn’t bear to understand that it happened inside the swordsmanship club.”

“Do not be ridiculous! All the guys you defeated were wearing swordsmanship badges, so how could you not know!”

“But the girls weren’t wearing it.”

Even though Stella is a freshman in the academy’s swordsmanship department, there is still about a week left before the start of classes.

Stella had yet to receive the red insignia representing the swordsmanship’s symbol.

So, at the time I wrote my hand, there was no clear evidence that she was a swordsman.

I was able to refute Professor Oliver’s words not to intervene in what was happening inside the swordsmanship department.

“Yes, Stella Arwen was not wearing the swordsmanship insignia.

But even after seeing her armor and the sword on her waist, you thought she wasn’t a swordsman?”

“Isn’t it enough to use plate armor in the melee combat department, not the swordsmanship department? And there is a possibility that the sword worn on the waist is a secondary weapon.

I know that even among the senior members of the archery club who graduated last year, there are some who use a hatchet as a secondary weapon in preparation for close combat.”

“Answer me again… .”

“And isn’t it still common for Professor Oliver’s students to harass students from other departments?

It happened a few times when I was in high school. Of course, I just took action knowing that it was one of those types of bullying.”

“… … .”

“Why do you tolerate it when your students are harassing other departments, but now come out with an attitude telling other departments not to intervene?”

Hearing my words, Professor Oliver’s face flushed red.

It looked like he was probably looking for words to refute my words.

It was his student who had already committed an inexcusably obvious mistake with halfway excuses.

He bit his lower lip hard as if he was quite excited, and fixed his gaze as if he was glaring at me.

“Did you know that among the students you defeated were upperclassmen?”

“Is that so? I didn’t know who was the upperclassman because all the skills were so high.”

“There are also children from aristocratic families mixed in.”

“I am also an aristocrat. The same goes for Miss Stella Arwen, who was attacked today.”

“And they were all my students.”

“You should have taught me well.”

‘bang!’

Professor Oliver’s fist slammed the desk, making a dull plosive.

At the same time, I could confirm the desk being split in two horizontally with the sound of the tree being torn apart.

It was also good to sit far away.

“Are you arrogantly answering the professor all the way to a student subject!

They are not students you can take down at will!”

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to just brag about this all over the academy.”

“It’s just that… ?”

“Even if I said that I took down a few ragtag people, it’s nothing to brag about. Probably the same for anyone but me.

And for the sake of the juniors I met today, there is no need to harm the image of the swordsmanship department.”

As soon as he heard the word ragtag, Professor Oliver’s face contorted with anger even more.

“And it doesn’t look very good for a professor to call a student and threaten him like this.”

“Are you advising me now?”

“It is up to the students to solve the problems between the students, so if the professor intervenes, the student who ended up being harmed will only be more disgraced.”

“… … .”

“Professor McDowell wouldn’t have bothered to call me like this.”

McDowell Arwen.

Stella’s adoptive father and teacher, and in many ways the opposite of Professor Oliver.

If Professor McDowell is strict with himself as well as with his students.

Professor Oliver was very partial to his students.

As a result, in terms of popularity within the swordsmanship club, Professor Oliver was far more popular than Professor McDowell.

If you look at the academy as a whole, Professor Oliver is not very good.

Not to mention the level of the students in charge.

If you are a student who gathers under a professor who only speaks nice things, that level becomes obvious.

That’s why Professor McDowell’s name was enough material to cause Professor Oliver’s inferiority complex.

“What is your name?”

Is it because the anger has broken through the limit?

Professor Oliver’s voice went cold at once.

“Well, guess what?”

“… Do you think I can’t find it? It’s not that hard to find your name in the Ministry of Magic, which has fewer than 300 members.”

“Then you can do that.”

“… Okay, let’s see how far you can be so arrogant.”

He was spitting out a voice that seemed to be plotting something towards me.

Apparently, since the opponent was that Professor Oliver, it didn’t feel very threatening.

In the first place, that professor is not a person who is smart enough to trap someone.

“I think the story is over, so I’ll go back now.”

I gave a formal silence and immediately got out of Professor Oliver’s office.

As soon as I closed the door, I heard a sound like something breaking and collapsing from inside.

With that personality, he is doing well as a professor.