Chapter 147

Chapter 147

[Translator Night]

[Proofreader Gun]

Join our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2

First, we definitely have to open the pub. Oh, what concept should we go with?

Of course, it has to be romance for it to work well! Sales will be handled by us.

Senior Deindart, what did you do during the festival last year?

Um we had a play, a haunted house, and a cross-dressing contest which was quite popular.

If only we could dress the professor up in a dress, we would be the top sellers at this festival.

Its not much different from saying that if you cut off the Demon Kings head, the war between humans and demons will end.

Hmm, it seems like there will be too much competition for the pub, should we try opening a fortune-telling house instead?

Wow Karen, you can do that too?

I learned a bit from the wandering fairies in the territory. Tarot cards and stuff.

The lounge quickly turned into a marketplace with children discussing their festival plans.

Luke, who had been lounging on a corner sofa to avoid the heat, grimaced as he got up to leave.

Hey, wait a minute.

?

Are you going to the battle arena?

Gerald approached with a piece of paper, presumably an application form.

Luke nonchalantly nodded his head.

No.

Huh, why? I thought you were going to.

Sorry, but I dont have time for that.

Aw, I was going to support you in the 2-on-2 combat then who will you go with?

Even if I were to go, I never planned to go with you.

Luke had gained a fair bit of sociability over the past few months of academy life.

Luke twisted his sore body and got up from his seat.

Anyway, since Im not going, find someone else.

He was one of the few students who werent excited about the festival.

He simply didnt care about things like the festival.

Recently, he had been dedicating his nights to training with new combat techniques and weapons.

Theres nothing to be gained by participating in competitions where first-year students fight against each other.

It might have been quite fun if the entire academy had been the subject of competition, but if it were a competition held by grade, the most extreme classmates would win it anyway.

Fighting with these guys would be enough in class.

I dont feel like fighting in front of others with weapons Im not fully accustomed to

Above all, ever since he received a letter from Ravias a few days ago, Luke had decided to skip the festival as soon as the related notice came up.

I should train.

Being idle only makes my head more complicated.

Luke quickly left the lounge.

So, he didnt notice Evergreen retreating with a disappointed expression.

Nor did he notice Deindarts eyes gleaming.

.

.

.

Is something wrong with you?

What.

You seem different than usual.

Even though his broadsword missed his forehead, Ban didnt retaliate and simply backed away.

A look of confusion appeared on his sweat-drenched face.

Luke replied as he massaged his sore shoulders.

Whats so different? Hah, its the same as always.

His breathing was slightly ragged.

Surprisingly, recently, Ban had often been the one with the upper hand in their duels.

It was difficult to defeat the eldest son of the prestigious Sword Clan in swordsmanship, unless he was using the halberd.

No Even if I use the halberd now, I cant guarantee victory.

At first, he was deeply wounded by the narrowed gap in skill.

But eventually, Luke quickly acknowledged and accepted it.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Ban had the qualifications.

Luke knew how much effort Ban had put in to become stronger, and how much pain he had overcome.

Having experienced similar pain himself, and overcoming it with even greater intensity, Ban deserved respect.

Turned out to be quite a guy.

Luke took a deep breath and lifted his sword again.

But for some reason, Ban didnt seem to have any intention of fighting at all.

Whats wrong?

Its nothing, just put your sword away. Its a waste of time.

Hmm, seems like its not nothing.

Ugh, now youre talking back?

Luke raised his fist.

Memories of their extreme training from the past resurfaced, causing Ban to shrink.

Of course, it didnt take long for small laughter to fill the air between the boys.

Ban slumped down.

Seeing his stubborn friends demeanor, Luke chuckled.

Tell me. Were friends.

.

In the end, Luke put away his greatsword and briefly explained the situation.

A letter came from my father.

In summary, the letter mentioned that the Mercenary Corps had suddenly received a new request.

The client was none other than the royal family.

Although the letter didnt provide detailed instructions, it was obvious that the danger level would be considerable, given the client.

And the destination is near the east.

While Ravias was a man who could survive even in the depths of hell, not all of his mercenaries were like him.

Many members were likely to die.

For Luke, who couldnt offer direct help to them right now, it wasnt welcome news.

Maybe I should join them even for a short time during the vacation.

After hearing a rough explanation, Ban remained silent.

In fact, it was because he was feeling similar emotions to Luke right now.

Before Felson left, he told him that he had become part of Easts vanguard.

No matter how powerful he is, this is mankinds first subjugation of the East.

As his son, he couldnt help but be worried.

.

Although the circumstances were different, the boys, who had similar feelings, stared at the setting sun beyond the military parade ground in silence.

Noise was coming from all directions.

Hearing this, Kasim became even more disheartened.

Of course she was. That guy wears a different mask in front of females!

Ah, hatred.

The tension between compatriots.

Deciding to simply dismiss it, the Hero turned his attention away from Iveta Jamvelo.

The moment he regretted not paying more attention to Kasims lament came two days later.

The day of the opening of the Battle Arena preliminary rounds.

* * *

The Battle Arena preliminaries consisted of the following order:

1-person magic match 1-person martial arts match 2-person magic match 2-person martial arts match Party match (4 people).

The Hero entered the waiting room for commentators with Kasim.

Here, they waited and alternated with the magic commentary when it was time for unarmed combat.

Since the first turn was magic, administrative staff were busy explaining various things to the magic commentators.

First in line was the magic battle, so the administrative staff were giving various explanations to the magic commentators.

The commentator for this match is Iveta Jamvelo.

Kasim pointed with his chin to a young man.

The Hero scrutinized him slowly.

Hmm, he looks somewhat similar yet different from Kasim.

Neatly slicked back golden hair.

Well-maintained, shiny skin.

Consistently upwards-trending mouth corners and eye features that seemed somewhat arrogant.

After observing, the Hero listened in on the conversation between him and the administrative staff.

For some reason, the staff member seemed very embarrassed.

Because the audience entered faster than scheduled Could you please stall for time with some remarks until the participants are ready?

Thats my specialty. Dont worry, do your job.

Phew, thank you. Professor.

His tone and expression were surprisingly kind and courteous.

As the relieved staff member stepped back, Ivetas green eyes turned towards the Hero.

Approaching confidently.

The Hero quietly observed as Iveta bent his waist.

Its an infinite honor to meet you, Professor Redymer. Ive deeply admired your exploits even from afar.

Thanks, Im expecting good commentary from you today.

As nervous as I am to have the professor watching, Ill do my best.

After finishing his words, he exchanged a brief nod with Kasim, then disappeared into the corridor connected to the commentary room where his fellow professors were waiting.

He had the most courteous attitude among the magicians the Hero had encountered recently.

.

The eyes directed at Kasim seemed to seek an explanation.

Kasims ears turned red.

T-that was acting!

If you indulge in gossip about fellow professors, it wont do.

Ugh Even the professor doesnt trust me.

The Hero shook his head slightly, then looked straight ahead through the transparent glass.

He could see the circular arena below.

Despite restricted access for outsiders, it was packed with students and faculty members, almost everyone.

It was then that Ivetas booming voice, amplified by the sound system, resonated throughout.

[Now, we will start the 1-on-1 magic battle in 3 minutes! Dear audience, please be patient! Please look forward to the overwhelming power of the pride of Rosenstark, the Department of Mysteries!]

The commentary sounded quite familiar, and his voice was full of ease.

Kasim buried himself deeper into the backrest, seeming to heave a sigh of relief.

But sadly, Ivetas commentary was just beginning.

[I believe this match will be more anticipated than any other. I dont mean to disparage unarmed combat, but in terms of aesthetics, magic certainly takes the lead.]

[Magic and art intersect in some aspects. The beautiful wonders created by the magicians hands! You may feel as if youre standing in front of a work of art.]

[In other words, theres much more to discuss about magic than unarmed combat. It will be enjoyable to watch.]

[Haha, thats why the opening of the preliminaries is always decided by the magic battle! I cautiously predict, wouldnt our esteemed audience agree?]

.

It was the moment when Kasims hunched shoulders straightened confidently.

What did I say, professor?

He certainly seems like a magician advocate.

The Hero thought somewhat ruefully.

Magicians naturally take great pride in their fields of expertise.

But that was just for a moment.

The subsequent remark managed to slightly stiffen his calm expression.

[This year, there were particularly remarkable freshmen. One of them is the student from the Department of Mysteries who is undoubtedly the pride of the distinguished Hero. Even compared to the Extreme students, they will not fall behind! In fact, one could say that our Department of Mysteries is more suitable for providing the festival with dazzling spectacles! Wahahaha!]

Why are they making such a fuss about our kids?

The Heros brow twitched.

Meanwhile, among the audience, there were both jeers and cheers.

Those subtly hinting at rivalry and the students from the Department of Mysteries burst into laughter and cheers.

The unintentionally formed dynamic of the confrontation seemed very intriguing.

As if in response to this, Iveta continued his commentary.

[Although they wont face off due to different fields, I was disappointed because I thought they would. But Im very excited about this opportunity. Its like an extra match, isnt it? Please wait for the 2-on-2 match that will take place shortly!]

Whats he talking about now?

It was when the bewildered eyes of the Hero caught sight of the list of participants in the magic competition that the administrative staff left behind.

[Alright, finally the pride of the School of Mysteries! The top student, Beatrice Monroe, is entering!]

[The second miracle, also known as the second Larze, the genius among geniuses!]

[I feel like I should apologize to you all on behalf of the organizers! While there are many outstanding individuals in the Combat Department, if you feel a little dissatisfied after seeing Beatrice, I understand. Hahaha!]

[Please welcome her with a big round of applause, as she will bring you the superiority of magic and overwhelming mysteries!]

The top freshman of the School of Mysteries enters the circular arena.

Despite the grandiose praise, Iveta showed no signs of nervousness.

Clunk-

Whether it was because she was short, had long hair, or both.

Her rare purple-colored hair swayed near her ankles.

Interestingly, she was wearing a dazzling dress instead of the robes favored by wizards, a type suitable for noblewomen attending salons.

If it werent for the levitation magic, her lace dress would have dragged on the floor.

She didnt look like someone who came to fight at all.

While the attention-grabbing appearance and entrance were noteworthy, the Heros gaze didnt linger on her.

More precisely, it was fixed on a particular spot in the magic 2-on-2 section.

Team 13.

Ban Dietrich, Luke Selsood.

Despite his exceptional comprehension, he couldnt figure out what was happening.

[Translator Night]

[Proofreader Gun]

Join our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2