I Don’T Have Any Magic Power But I’M Having A Blast At The Academy 57
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“Where are you talking from?”
“From the rooftop!”
“But isn’t that dangerous?”
Belatedly, citizens who spotted the man on the clock tower’s roof exclaimed.
“The initiation of the Eternity Academy, built with the bodies of those dying on the opposite side of the Earth, is today’s founding ceremony.”
The man was African American. Lean, clad in a black robe exuding an eerie atmosphere. However.
“What is he saying? Is he crazy?”
“Wow, the Eternity Festival is top-notch. It’s thrilling.”
People pulled out their smartphones, recording videos as the square buzzed with a mix of anxiety and excitement.
“It’s starting.”
“Did they pinpoint the exact location?”
“It’s a piece of cake.”
Han Seyun and I chatted at the edge of the square. And as Amelia and Elaine, along with a few other students, ran towards me from a distance.
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As I lightly chuckled while observing the puzzle coming together, the incessant chatter of someone named Scott or Skal continued.
“Someone get that guy down immediately!”
Eventually, unsuspecting agents rushed towards the clock tower to bring Skal down. And there, a massive crimson magic circle emanated from Skal.
Wheee...
It was meant to herald the onset of a great calamity.
The man, dulling the flow of all magic visible to Skal, was preventing people from preparing for the consecutive explosions.
That was the purpose of this magic, the “Large-scale Debuff Field,” an elaborate magic that interacted with Skal and the magic of eight comrades scattered throughout the square.
As I witnessed the activation of the Large-scale Debuff Field, I spoke up.
“Amelia.”
“Yes, everyone is starting.”
As Elaine and I, along with magic students Deoric and Kindle, watched, Amelia stepped forward holding a white staff.
Thus, as Amelia raised the staff to the sky.
Wooooo...
On one side of the square, the paper students sitting on the branches of the World Tree from Class 1 all took flight.
A cloudless, sunny afternoon in May. A thousand paper students soaring into the sky under the bright sunlight. Cheers erupted from the spectators. But for someone, it was a tragedy.
“Oh no!”
Startled by the procession of paper students blocking the square’s view, Skal, who was about to cast magic, was taken aback.
The activation condition of the Large-scale Debuff Field required space in sight. However, the sudden appearance of paper students blocked the view, disrupting the magical synchronization with comrades spread across the square. As the meticulously prepared magic circle dissipated like a mirage, Skal’s face contorted in dismay.
“These damn kids...!”
The square cleared as the students retreated. Still glaring fiercely at the reporters and citizens snapping photos with smartphones and cameras, Skal clenched his teeth in frustration.
***
“...We really blocked it.”
Amelia, who led the march of the Paper Guild, let out a surprised voice as she gazed at the vanished magic circle.
Pride swelled on the faces of the adepts, including Amelia and Elaine, who had orchestrated the march of the Paper Guild.
They had successfully averted the activation of an ominous magic amidst the crowded student square, turning it into a display of their prowess. It was an impressive feat that was enough to stir excitement.
And, as much as they were excited, I harbored doubts about foreseeing all of this.
“How did you manage to prevent it?”
Amelia’s question drew everyone’s attention towards me. At that moment, a scream erupted from the rooftop of the clock tower.
“Just die already!”
Standing on the rooftop, Scar poured magical energy into a red cube, which served as the detonation switch for a magical bomb. Yet, nothing happened.
“W-What is this...?”
Following Scar’s confusion, agents of Eternity rushed up to the rooftop of the clock tower. Scar, still writhing in agony, seemed to be preparing some magic.
“aaah!”
He suddenly clutched his head and collapsed to the ground.
“Phew, thankfully. It finally kicked in.”
Elaine, who had been watching quietly, wiped her chest in relief.
“I almost thought the curse immunity didn’t work. Seems like it kicked in late due to my strong resistance.”
“What kind of curse did you cast?”
I asked, watching Scar writhing in pain on the rooftop.
“Mental breakdown, distorted perception, vomiting, chills, itching.”
“That’s quite a list.”
“Well, I had plenty of time.”
Elaine chuckled proudly.
“Ah, that was fun.”
“······.”
As I, who had ridden the Viking ride with her, pondered Han Seyun’s statement, I clicked my tongue.
I could maintain my composure since I had an unshakable mentality, but what about her? Finding joy in riding the Viking ride?
I lowered my head and muttered while gazing at the stage of the square.
“Was the first performance sword dance?”
“Yeah, sword dance, gunplay, fantasy, joint performance in that order.”
We soon took our seats in the auditorium with a good view of the stage.
Our class was scheduled to perform four different acts.
Sword dance, gunplay, fantasy, joint performance.
The first performance was a sword dance featuring Eungaye as the main performer.
─Ah, welcome! Thank you for coming to watch Class 1’s sword dance······
The one holding the microphone was Oh Jinhyuk.
“He’s clumsy, but ended up doing sword dance after all.”
“Well, so what. He’s just doing what he wants.”
Perhaps reminded of Oh Jinhyuk’s awkward sword dance, Han Seyun chuckled. It seemed she was unaware that her acting skills were at a similar level.
If I were to mention that, I might not even joke about what she might do.
“Wow, he’s a completely different person.”
As Oh Jinhyuk stepped down and Eungaye took the stage, I clicked my tongue.
A vivid, intense red and black hanbok that seemed fit for a historical drama. Accompanied by a cold demeanor.
Although I was worried about stage fright, Eungaye turned out to be strong in real performance.
Soon, with the fast-paced music resonating, Eungaye roamed the stage explosively like a wild pheasant.
Standing alone on the vast stage, she exuded a strong presence that filled the space.
Her dazzling dance moves played a significant role in Eungaye later earning the nickname Muhi (武姬).
Thus, starting with Eungaye’s sword dance, our classmates appeared on stage one by one, leading to a joint sword dance performance.
Clap clap clap clap!
As the sword dance concluded, thunderous applause echoed through the auditorium.
“You worried so much, but you did well.”
“Eungaye is naturally a bit dramatic.”
Han Seyun, subtly smiling like a parent watching over a well-behaved child, unintentionally muttered as I observed her.
“You’ve gotten plumper.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Did you gain weight?”
“Huh? Did I?”
“Ah. You’re here.”
Han Seyeon, tilting her head while looking at my white arm.
The white spirit that had surged within her was now clearer than before.
Han Seyeon, who had stopped looking at my skin, asked casually, “Should I walk more to get tanner?”
“Walk alone.”
Ignoring Han Seyeon’s pursed lips, I turned my gaze towards the stage.
– Attention, 1st-year Class 1 students, Lee Haesol, please come to the student counseling room immediately.
The announcement echoed through the square.
– Repeating. 1st-year Class 1 students, Lee Haesol, please come to the student counseling room immediately...
“Why are they calling you?”
“Well, there are so many caught that I can’t count.”
I scratched my nape.
Not only had I climbed the clock tower without permission, but I had also watched the performance from the roof, accidentally spilling popcorn and even forcibly breaking down the booth prizes to remove a bomb.
Moreover, perhaps it was due to some curse Elaine had cast on the roof. Anyway, it was definitely not for a good reason.
“I’ll watch the performance and be back.”
“Yeah, have a safe trip back.”
With a faint squeak of Han Seyeon’s farewell, I headed towards the student counseling room.
***
Meanwhile, on the stage, Class 1’s swordsmanship was unfolding.
When everything was executed flawlessly around Nikolai, Han Seyeon was chuckling at the movements that seemed like they were measured with a ruler (she had seen him practice with a real sword.)
Someone sat next to her while she was enjoying the performance alone. It was a man in a black coat with a fedora pressed down.
“Indeed, you got it right.”
“······?”
“Contractor.”
“!”
Removing his fedora, the cold face revealed was Yggdrasil’s Team 3 leader. Kim Dojun, the Massacre Executor.