Chapter 154

Chapter 154

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Martial Arts Waiting Room.

Evergreen recalled memories from a few days ago.

Brief conversations she had with the hero in the heros laboratory.

Recently, she had been doing her best to prepare for the Battle Arena.

But overcoming all the anxiety about the match with just training alone was difficult.

So she went to see the hero for advice.

As she listened to him for a while, he suddenly said this.

Evergreen, what do you think your strengths are?

My strengths?

As an archer, she was clearly aware of her strengths.

She had particularly strong physical strength and good stamina.

Thanks to this, she could easily handle a powerful bow with strong tension for a long time.

When she cautiously mentioned this, the hero smiled faintly and tilted his head.

Of course, thats also one of your excellent strengths. But what Im talking about is something else.

What do you mean by that?

The hero didnt give a direct answer.

He just looked at her as if to find out for herself.

Evergreen, who was thinking hard, soon became despondent.

Um, do I even have any strengths? Compared to others

As she continued her words, the images of her classmates flashed through her mind.

Ban, who had exceptional control over magical energy.

Leciel, who had an unmatched talent.

Cuculli, who could produce output based on a huge mana capacity.

Luke, who combined a beast-like sense of combat with years of practical experience.

Evergreen bit her lip.

Just generally average? Like being ordinary?

Evergreen knew it wasnt an appropriate answer to the question.

But the hero didnt blame her.

Instead, he honestly agreed with her words.

Indeed, when you see some outstanding guys, you feel like youre just average and ordinary.

Yes

But even an ordinary person has their own weapons their own way of fighting.

Evergreen tilted her head.

Although it was a reasonable statement, it wasnt something a vastly superior hero would say.

But the hero continued speaking without paying attention to her puzzled expression.

Everyone feels that way. Theres no one as humble as you.

Humble?

How could that be both a strength and a weapon?

Evergreen looked puzzled.

The hero explained his thoughts in a low voice.

Humility means not having unnecessary stubbornness and not being proud.

Pride

The hero nodded.

Leciel, Cuculli, Luke, and even Ban.

They all had a very strong pride in their skills.

It was natural for them as they were geniuses.

Although they tried to acquire the skills taught by the Hero, who is a much superior being, they implicitly do not accept the skills of other classmates.

But ordinary Evergreen was different.

Because she didnt overestimate herself, she looked up to her classmates more.

As a result, she tried to pay attention to and emulate the techniques of others, trying to follow them.

All the extreme students must have experienced being persistently asked by Evergreen for tips or know-how at least once.

Shes someone who can follow well. In a way shes similar.

The hero looked at Evergreens face full of worry and finished speaking leisurely.

If you dont forget your strengths, there will surely be satisfactory results to follow.

Evergreen couldnt understand it well, but she nodded anyway.

Thank you

Good luck, Evergreen. There are people who want to see you doing well.

Ah! Why are you suddenly saying that!

Anyway, since then, Evergreen has been constantly pondering over that days conversation.

Even the slightest changes in the heros expression and tone were vivid.

Green.

Evergreen!

Evergreen was startled and looked up.

Her gaze naturally turned to the person who urgently called her and then to the broadcasting screen showing the arena.

Time has passed.

Just a moment ago, it seemed like Cuculli was overpowering her opponent in the duel.

But now the Magic 1v1 was already over.

The arrogant expression of the top student of the Mystical Arts Department filled the screen.

Now it was their turn.

Youre nervous. Just trust me.

Oh, Senior.

Deindart smiled slightly as he twirled his shield in his hand.

Ill make sure to win the prize money for you. Dont worry.

Haha, I hope so.

Of course I can. Those guys were never a match for me. Just trust me.

Yes, Senior.

Yes, objectively, their team had the upper hand in terms of skill.

Whats she trying to do? Shes just going to expose her position like that.

Just watch.

After the competition began.

The archers offense and defense became extremely secretive and, frankly, boring.

They continued to change positions behind covers and silently waited for the opponent to expose themselves.

But now, Evergreen seemed determined to break the stalemate.

Ping-!

An arrow flew towards an empty spot.

The trajectory suddenly turned sharply vertical right above the hidden cover where the opponent archer was.

Eek!

Thud-!

The opponent managed to roll away to evade, but as a result, exposed themselves outside the cover.

It was quite surprising.

It was a style of archery that Evergreen had never shown in the qualifiers.

Of course, the onlookers were equally surprised.

What, what!? What was that?

Yeah, thats Karens archery.

And mixed with my style of perception.

As the mana in the arrows created ripples in the air, Karens arrows aimed with precise timing towards the opponents position.

Bans eyes widened.

Wow, when did she practice that?

Theres no way she could have prepared for using it like that in the Battle Arena prep time alone.

She must have been closely observing and learning from the beginning.

That was the moment when Ban understood Evergreens strengths.

Thunk-!

Evergreen drew her bowstring again.

This time, it was a straight shot aimed at the exposed body of the opponent archer.

Kasim excitedly continued his commentary.

[Oh, its a curved arrow. Evergreen has been hiding a trick up her sleeve. With this, theres no point in positioning oneself behind many covers. It only makes movement more cumbersome!]

[Positioning must be forced to change. In that gap, Evergreen pours firepower onto the enemy front line!]

And so, the tide of the battle turned in an instant.

As the arrows poured down and the hands and feet of the opposing shield bearer became disoriented, Deindart easily subdued him.

The front line soon collapsed.

With Deindart holding up his shield and Evergreen protecting from behind, the lone remaining opponent archer had no choice but to concede defeat.

[I applaud the persistence and passion Ms. Evergreen must have put into being able to demonstrate such excellent archery skills. Victory, congratulations]

As the commentator finished his analysis, Ban applauded.

Wow, what a clean victory.

But Luke didnt respond at all.

As if there was nothing else in the world, he just watched Evergreen running around on the broadcast screen.

Ban couldnt help but smile wryly.

Seems like our match isnt even making him nervous.

In addition to them, senior students from the Mystical Arts Department were also watching with wide-eyed interest.

Despite receiving warm gazes from them, Luke seemed completely unfazed.

On the other hand, Ban couldnt help but feel more tense than usual for a different reason

Why is she even here?

It was an unexpected guest.

The person who had sent him a note wanting to conduct experiments related to mental magic.

The top student of the Mystical Arts Department.

Winner of the Magic 1v1.

The Second Miracle.

Even though they had no personal relationship, the epithets associated with her were extraordinary.

Beatrice Monroe.

With her long purple hair reaching her waist.

Although she was somewhat short, she didnt look young.

There was no baby fat on her face, and her expression was dry, perhaps because of her dignity and elegance.

She sat there like a sculpture embodying dignity and grace.

The problem was that her eyes never left Ban for a moment.

Ban had no choice but to avert his eyes first.

Moreover, occasionally she whispered something to her seniors as if giving advice, which made him feel extremely self-conscious.

They must have sharpened their swords already.

He didnt think the Mystical Arts Department would lose as effortlessly as last time.

This time, it was a matter of their honor.

Of course, he and Luke had practiced magic a bit more, but

Luke, youre just not talented.

For a week of practicing magic all night, there wasnt much to show for it.

Ban sighed.

[The participants of the Magic 2v2, please prepare to enter.]

The announcement echoed in the waiting room.

Gripping his iron staff like a sword, Ban recalled the words of the hero.

Your father was also a rare swordsman with an aptitude for magic.

There was no choice but to give it a try.

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As Ban left with determination.

In the back, a pair of inscrutable purple eyes bid farewell to him.

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