Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Imbuing weapons with mana sounded like a testament to a swordsman's exceptional skill. However, it wasn't as challenging as one might expect.

Yi-Han, Dolgyu, and Jijel could all imbue their weapons with a certain amount of mana instantly.

Even a couple of White Tiger students, arguably less skilled than the trio, could manage it.

After over a decade of continuous swordsmanship training in a knight's family and possessing the talent to enroll in Einroguard, it was, in a way, expected.

The real challenge and importance lay in maintaining the stability of the infused mana, not the momentary act of infusion, which was relatively easy.

However, the story changed when it came to thrown weapons.

With swords, maintaining the infused mana was like keeping a part of the body in constant circulation. But thrown weapons, separating from the fingertips at the moment of release, posed a much greater challenge.

Unable to recycle mana through circulation, the consumption of mana was higher, and the difficulty of control multiplied.

Suddenly...

"You used magic, didn't you!?"

"It's a misunderstanding."

Students from the White Tiger, bleeding from their noses, were indignant.

Even trying not to misunderstand, this crossed the line.

Imbue a snowball with mana and throw it?

Even with considerable leeway, that was conceivable.

How much mana would one need to not tire from such continuous throwing?

But then, imbuing a snowball with the attribute of cold and throwing it?

That was simply unbelievable.

Wardanaz, not even from a family specializing in thrown weapons, couldn't possibly know such secrets.

Infusing thrown weapons with mana was hard enough, let alone adding elemental attributes.

It was something neither the White Tiger students nor the knights could believe.

"You used magic! The snowballs are freezing mid-air!"

"I just threw them with mana, and they froze on their own."

"How is that possible!?"

The students from the White Tiger were astounded.

He would have been better off claiming, "In fact, the Wardanaz family possesses the secret of thrown weapons."

Claiming that the cold attribute was added to the magic without doing anything was like saying a magic missile was launched without a staff by just waving a hand!

"Friends! Hear me out! Yi-Han speaks the truth! He didn't use any magic!"

"Dolgyu is being fooled again!"

"Dolgyu, you can't be that gullible!"

Dolgyu, disheartened, sat down again. Jijel clicked her tongue and said.

"He didn't use magic! I saw it."

"What!? Moradi!"

"Don't be fooled. Moradi is just taking his side now."

'These bastards...' Jijel cursed inwardly. Yi-Han murmured sadly.

"None of you trust your friends."

Dolgyu and Jijel, for the first time, agreed on something.

If only they could speak!

"What's going on here?"

Professor Ingurdel approached, looking puzzled.

The students were arguing and bleeding from their noses instead of throwing the instructed snowballs.

"Professor! Wardanaz..."

A White Tiger student, bleeding from the nose, tearfully explained the situation.

Jijel covered her face with her palm at the pitiful sight.

Just when she thought they couldn't embarrass the White Tiger more, they proved her wrong.

"Indeed."

Professor Ingurdel was astonished.

Both the testimony of the White Tiger students and the current situation were surprising.

'It's unlikely for a student like Wardanaz to do such a thing.'

It wasn't so much that Yi-Han was too innocent or kind, but rather it seemed unlikely for a student as talented as Yi-Han to use such an obvious trick and get caught.

Professor Ingurdel had indeed been placing his trust in his pupil.

As expected, Yi-Han spoke confidently.

"Professor, you will see for yourself if you check."

Shortly thereafter.

Having completed his verification, Professor Ingurdel informed the students.

"It's not magic."

"!?"

"No, no. Professor! The snowball really did freeze, it's like a rock now!"

"Hmm... I'm not deeply versed in magic theory, but perhaps the current environment, filled with cold, influenced Wardanaz. He might have unconsciously imbued his magic with the cold attribute."

The students accepted Professor Ingurdel's explanation with understanding 'ohs'.

With a significant number of students, relying solely on meat to satisfy hunger wasn't feasible.

That's where the bread served as a meal came in handy.

Few among the students would eat this distributed bread as it was. They either tried to alter its taste or used it as a form of currency.

Naturally, Yi-Han, always keen on bartering, had a substantial supply of this bread.

'Sneakily fill them up,' was his cunning plan.

Unaware of such a scheme, the White Tiger students were delighted with the bread and meat.

"Wardanaz, you've done a truly good deed," Professor Ingurdel said, looking as proud as if it were his own accomplishment.

A gift meant for the winning student was being generously shared with others.

Yi-Han, hiding his ulterior motives, simply nodded.

"Not at all, Professor. We're all friends here."

Jijel was internally aghast.

To think he could say such embarrassingly cheesy lines without batting an eye.

Even if simpletons like Dolgyu were fooled, Jijel was not. Wardanaz was of the same ilk as Jijel.

He couldn't possibly mean those words...

"Wardanaz...!"

"Hmph. The smoke is making my eyes water. I'm definitely not moved by your words."

'...These idiots, really.'

Jijel felt the chewed meat stuck in her throat.

Having been beaten up so badly, and now their anger already seemed to have dissipated just because of some meat.

Even though they were fellows from the same tower, there were moments Jijel really wanted to hit them.

"This is my treat," declared Professor Ingurdel, arriving with a jar of fresh milk.

Yi-Han thought the jar looked remarkably similar to the one he had seen in Professor Uregor's cabin.

'...It couldn't be.'

Everyone ate and drank, warming themselves by the fire.

Even Yi-Han felt a bit more relaxed, when suddenly, like a ghost, Professor Boladi appeared from behind.

"Is the class over?"

"Yes, it's finished, Professor Bagrak."

"Can I take him now?"

"Yes, you may."

Yi-Han shot a look full of betrayal at Professor Ingurdel.

Professor Ingurdel looked slightly flustered under that gaze.

What did I do wrong?

"Uh... Professor Bagrak, where is Yi-Han going?"

"To the main building's upper floors."

"Why?"

"To solve the cold."

"!"

At those words, the students of the White Tiger stirred.

There were rumors that Wardanaz was going to personally resolve the severe cold, but no one expected them to be true.

If he was going to accompany the professor, it seemed he was quite serious.

"Wardanaz...!"

"You really are..."

'I should have thrown that snowball a bit harder earlier.'

The students of the White Tiger, casting looks of awe, were incredibly annoyed.

"Fine! Wardanaz, we'll join you!"

Anglago shouted with a determined expression.

Yi-Han, Jijel, and Professor Boladi all looked confused.

'Has he lost his mind?'

'Is he insane?'

'?'

However, the White Tiger students, perhaps their minds sluggish from eating too much, all agreed.

"Okay! Us too!"

"We will join you, Professor Bagrak!"

"Please lead us!"

Professor Boladi responded earnestly to the enthusiastic cries of the White Tiger students.

"You guys are shaking..."

"Professor, you must be cold from the long journey. Let's have a warm cup of coffee!"

Yi-Han quickly grabbed Professor Boladi's arm and led him to the bonfire.

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