Chapter 57
Glast Taming Battle (6)
There are a lot of buildings.
Such thoughts naturally arose when looking down at the view of the faculty buildings from the rooftop of Triss Hall.
Obel Porcius often hears people say hes young. However, this is relative to the position he holds, not his absolute age.
Obel hasnt even reached his sixties yet. Among the many who have held the position of headmaster of the Sylvania Academy, he is particularly young.
Since his days as a newly appointed professor, he settled firmly into his academic role, and before he knew it, it had been 28 years. Now, there are hardly any higher positions left in the academic field.
The world has changed a lot too.
The faculty district, which used to consist of just six or so buildings, is now bigger than a modest village. One has to stand on a hillock to take in the whole view. Considering that the dormitory complex has also almost doubled in size, the Sylvania Academy has grown significantly during his tenure.
Before realizing it, Obel had become the person who had spent the longest time at Sylvania.
Of course, this includes the students who must eventually graduate, as well as the accomplished professors whose careers dont even come close to half of Obels tenure.
I have no doubt that this is the golden era of Sylvania Academy.
Obel said this while standing with his hands clasped behind his back on the rooftop, and behind him, Headmaster McDowell, who was assisting him, nodded.
If Headmaster Obel says so, it must be true.
Obels experience and power were respected by everyone at Sylvania.
Obel Porcius quietly looked out over the outskirts of the faculty district, where smoke was rising. As with places where underground waterways were located, the area was nearly deserted, and despite its size, calling it a vital infrastructure was a bit of a stretch.
Golden era.
This years freshman class is the golden generation, a rarity throughout the history of Sylvania.
Lucy, Zix, Lortelle, Elvira, Clevius, Adelle, Eldin.
Just listing them in order of their grades shows the potential of each student, one that could aim to be the top of other grades.
Its not just about academics.
Aila, who can absorb a vast amount of magical knowledge in an instant, shows the talent of a true scholar with her interesting insights.
Among the three imperial princesses of the Clorel Empire, Princess Phoenia, despite her reluctance, is overwhelmingly supported and is destined to walk the path of a ruler.
And Taely McLore, who practices the Sword Saints Technique and is growing insanely strong at an unbelievable rate, is already a legend among the students.
What about next year? There are already several notable freshmen who have declared their intention to enroll.
Wade, the only son of Magnus, the commander of the Ironblood Legion that guards the northern borderlands.
Tanya, the second daughter of the most powerful Rothtaylor family on the continent.
Clarice, the saint of the Telos Church with the largest following in the Empire, and Claude, the descendant of the alchemist Cal, who is said to have personally created half the worlds toxins.
It seems ominous to have so many potential stars in one grade that youd expect an overwhelming disaster just to give them a challenge. An unnecessary thought, but its the kind of crisis one might actually need to grapple with given this amount of talent.
Yet, no matter how many brilliant freshmen there are, ultimately, there will only be one shining at the very top.
A capricious mage who scatters her blessed mana, acting on her whims.
During his 28 years of service, Obel never once thought he would be outmatched by a student.
He is regarded as the closest in power to the great archmage Gluckt, among those who currently exist.
Is it really okay to stand back and do nothing?
Headmaster McDowell asked in a concerned tone.
Obel, who had been quietly staring down towards the underground waterway, shook his head.
Within McDowells words, concern was hidden.
A senior professor had triggered chaos. In doing so, a precious treasure of the academy was stolen.
Whats worse is the existence of kidnapped students; if there were casualties, Obels responsibility would increase exponentially.
It would be acceptable to issue a statement of apology and swallow ones pride if it ended as a minor accident. However, there is no guarantee of what would happen if a student were to lose their life.
Yet, Obel did not move.
Tilting his gaze slightly downward toward the railing, one could see a mark where someone seemed to have sat and napped. Traces of jerked meat crumbs were scattered around the perimeter.
That trace of magic bore the stars blessing, a power only the great archmages could wield. Following the direction in which the magic disappeared led to the underground waterway.
Within Sylvania Academy, a genius with extraordinary, exceptional power is the only one who could possibly rival Headmaster Obel.
Professor Glast rated her as a talent with the qualities of a great archmage that would go down in history.
Even if one was a seasoned scholar adept at high-level magic, one wouldnt stand a chance against that girl who monopolizes divine love and wields almost cheating power.
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Obel slowly closed his eyes.
The passing of time seemed immaterial.
There was a time when Obel himself was a new professor. Professor Glast was the same.
Time and years wear people down and refine them.
Bit by bit, it shaves away the hot-blooded appearance of a fresh professor and rebirths one into a seasoned educator.
Headmaster Obel, how can this be! Please, say something!
When Professor Glast had just been appointed as a new professor, Obel had already been the dean of the magic department.
Glast, with his gaunt and pallid appearance, had been a talkative fellow from those early professor days. Now, that is a thing of the past.
Is it not unfair to uniformly fail students from Dex Hall as poor performers? Are students with no talent not still students?
The purpose of grading differences among students is to achieve higher academic success, not to divide the students very rank!
Its only natural that the heights one can reach depend on the talent they possess. However, its unacceptable for an educator to treat the untalented ones as if they are naturally disqualified!
The youthful Professor Glast, pounding on the table as he raised his voice, is now nothing but a distant memory.
Days when hed push research in divine magic studies aside, spending sleepless nights in the corner of the research room trying to plan an educational curriculum for the week that was even slightly more efficient. Now, thats also part of a distant past.
Years and decades taught him much, changing many of his values.
And at the end of those years, whatever conclusion he draws, whatever proof he displays as he concludes his scholarly life
Growing old together isnt always a good thing.
Obel gazed at the expansive scenery before him, uttering a deep sigh that no one noticed.
The autumnal scene of a fading academy falls under the sunset.
At some point, the change of seasons doesnt seem to hold much meaning.
Its aging.
*
Hey.
I was sitting by a collapsed bookcase, head in hands.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Maybe thinking I couldnt hear and hence wasnt responding, they kept calling me incessantly, which was somewhat annoying.
Lucy always calls me hey in the exact same way. Its predictably obvious what will follow.
Do you have any more jerked meat?
Do I look like I would?
Ugh
Lucy blatantly showed her disappointment, lackadaisically swinging her feet in the air as if she couldnt care less.
From the top of the opposite bookshelf, Lucy, fidgeting with her witchs hat, looks just the same as always.
Having busted through the surface alone and reached this deep secret research room, one would think shed be proud. Despite being capable of such a feat, Lucy just considered it akin to fetching a glass of water.
Of course, its not a situation in which I can simply express my gratitude for being saved.
Now that Reyna has been subdued, we can take as much as we want without scrutiny and head towards the underground channel.
If we encounter Yenika and others who came to rescue me along the way, well quickly assure them everything is okay and lead them out after showing myself unharmed.
If we happen to meet Taely, we should update him on Ailas condition. Then, hell likely join the chase after Glast more vigorously.
The group aiming to pursue Glast must be breaking through the lower channels by now.
Just me, running counter to the course, enacting a solo escape act, the irony isnt lost on me.
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Taelys group progresses deeper into the underpass. Tension envelops them all.
They felt unease the moment they reached the entrance, encountering a passed-out Dorothy amongst the debris of numerous golems.
Inside these subterranean channels something is rampaging, indiscriminately demolishing everything in sight.
Do not let your guard down! Taely McLore, although not yet a Sword Saint, has grown enough that his peers cannot approach him carelessly. Even if not quite up to the standard of the first-year aces, he has acquired a robust set of combat skills. During midterm exams, even Zix had no choice but to applaud Taelys progress.
Taely had faced numerous trials, overcoming them through sheer willpower and diligence, painting a picture of his life.
Zix always respected Taely, recognizing the distinctive venom that flows through those who have spilled blood and shaved bone in their struggle to survive.
Do we really need to go deeper? At a glance, it seems like theres someone else inside this waterway. Didnt you hear that vibrating sound? There was a massive earthquake! Shouldnt we. just avoid this danger and get out?
As Clevius, trembling with fear, speaks up, Elvira steps hard on his foot.
Talking nonsense again, Clevius! Are you not going to save Aila?
Well, to start with! All Aila ever did was get mad at me! Why should I want to rescue such a woman? Plus, that Ed Rothtaylor do we have to save that guy too?! Why do we have to go this far?!
Clevius.
A quiet, calm voice cuts through the underpass. Its Taely.
Im really sorry. But I truly want to save Aila. Please, let me ask this of you.
Taely had already bowed respectfully to Clevius. Clevius, now regretting his words, seems pitiful, yet Taely bows again.
Clevius stammers.
Urgh. Ugh! Damn! Why are you doing this to me!
Clevius knows Aila is a good person.
Its not just that he disdainfully considers Clevius constant urge to flee; she tries to admonish him and set him straight.
Dont back out now that weve come this far, Clevius.
Zix pats Clevius shoulder a couple of times, then reassesses the members of the expedition.
Underachieving Sword Saint Taely, Spear of Greens Zix, gloomy Clevius, meddlesome Elvira And the romantic Adelle.
Oh dear.
The blonde girl, tuning her mandolin among the group, flashes a charming smile. Her warm features and gentle voice seem to alleviate mental fatigue for those who listen. A couple of daffodils tucked in her ear struggle to display their full color against the paleness of Adelles skin. Cascading blond hair is punctuated with hairpins modeled after daffodils, cosmos, roses, tulips, and likely around a dozen adorn her hair.
The prophetess Adelle, or rather, self-proclaimed romantic Adelle.
I havent heard much about Aila, but seeing everyone so eager to rescue her, she must be a wonderful person.
Yes. Ailas like a life partner to me.
Taely, even so, you need to be firm in your resolve.
Prior to being a sorceress, Adelle is an astrologer. While not always spot-on, her glimpses into the future, informed by the stars, often hit the mark.
The enemy were about to face I have a feeling it wont be easy.
Glasts actions suggest this theft of the Sages Seal was meticulously planned. He must have anticipated this chase to some extent. Theres a good chance hes prepared traps and other means to shake off any pursuers. The fragments of demon golems at the entrance are likely a sign of this.
Even Dorothy, the senior alchemy student, apparently succumbed to whatever lies ahead in this pipeline. If even she couldnt overcome it, they must be vigilant.
So, the group continues, focusing intently and moving forward.
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, a noise comes from around the corner.
Aaahhhhh!
A sharp cry of a woman adds to the urgency, and the team looks at each other before rushing forward. Someone is there.
As they round the corner, theyre confronted by a massive flame spirit.
In the broad junction of the waterway, which almost looks like a plaza, several paths converge at this central point.
In the middle stand two individuals.
Please! I dont know anything! I was just ordered to oversee! Thats all! Please! Just once, let me go! Just once!
A girl. Her back is turned, her face unseen.
But the one enveloped by spirits, screaming in terror, is someone they know all too well.
Among the first-year professors, Assistant Professor Claire is a favorite among students for her youthful mindset and approachable manner.
Despite her title, she surpasses most students in foundational combat magic But this time, her opponent was too much for her.
The girl leans on her oak butterfly wand, whispering somethingno more than six lettersin Claires ear.
I dont know! I really dont! It wasnt planned! It was just just a whim! Please!
Tears stream down before exhaustion overtakes Claire; she collapses to the ground of the waterway.
Sitting down, she scrambles backward, reaching the wall. The spirits roar, and Claire ultimately loses consciousness.
The girl still has her back turned.
But the party already knows who she is.
Especially Taely and Elvira, who have faced this girl as an enemy twice before.
The terror incarnate wielding mighty mid-ranking spirits to protect Ed in the Ophelius building still haunts them.
Even with Tarkans power not fully restored, the thought of defeating her seemed improbable, even at that incomplete stage.
Now Taely and Elvira have improved. The fight might be more manageable.
But back then, the girl hadnt used her full strength either.
Without Ed to stop her here, it becomes clearwhat they glimpsed of her power in Ophelius was just a sample.
Learned fear rises in Taely. He swiftly unsheathes his sword into a defensive stance.
Hmm wasnt it left, left, right, left, right? Did I go too far right? Hmm
The girl speaks into the darkness before turning around. She senses the presence of Taelys party.
Sneaking a glance from among the spirits, the girl usually seems lively, but no one can open their mouths easily.
Oh, hello, kids.
Everyones expressions stiffen, except for Zix, who seems oddly pleased.
Considering the shawl found near Dorothys collapse at the entrance of this underpass, adorned with lovely cosmos embroidery undoubtedly belongs to this girl.
She must be the one who overpowered Dorothy upon entering the underground waterways.
Although the details are unclear, after witnessing both the kind Claires terror and collapse, they cant let their guard down.
The group swallows dryly, tightening their postures. Only Zix seems puzzled by their demeanor.
Amid the spacious crossroads of the underground channel, stands the intruder, Yenika Faelover.
Far too formidable an opponent for Taelys partys first confrontation.
But there are times when courage alone must drive one forward, regardless of the odds. After all, their desire to save Aila is genuine.
Why are they looking at me like that?! Did I, did I do something wrong? Perhaps I was too harsh on Assistant Professor Claire? But she started panicking on her own after just a question
But timid Yenika couldnt voice her thoughts, scolding the spirits internally instead.
Time is of the essence.
She worries that without her help, Ed, who has quite a few enemies, could be in trouble. Surely no one but her can save him. She has to worry about doing too many things at once.
Busy to death, thats what!