EP.19 Placement Test (3)
On the day of the placement test.
Fifteen students are gathered at the entrance to Harmain Forest. All of them passed the entrance exam for Aplia Academy, the most prestigious of the prestigious, with high scores.
However, just because the grades are similar, the treatment is not all the same.
A strange current flows among the gathered students. What creates that atmosphere are four people who suddenly appear.
Stella, Ayla.
Battle Mage, Lark.
Summoner, Resty.
Shaman, Belnoir.
Even though they are grouped together as ‘students,’ their existence stands out.
Belnoa and Lark, the best disciples of the Black and White Magic Tower Master. The famous gray-colored next magic tower lord, Resty. There is nothing to say about Princess Ayla, who was born noble.
One student looked at them with envy.
Another student gives them a jealous look.
“Hmm.”
A short coughing sound.
The students’ eyes turn forward at the sound of the cough.
“I will give you a brief outline of the test.”
The assistant professor standing on the podium began explaining the rules of the exam. Because the test was scheduled in advance, it was not that difficult to understand the rules.
First, do not deviate from the assigned area.
Second, the score will be calculated based on the time spent in contact with the ‘magic stone’ placed in each section.
Third, check and combat actions should be permitted to a certain extent, but should not go too far.
and.
“Finally, never enter the heart of Harmain Forest.”
The assistant professor’s voice is stern.
“As you know, the ‘Fountain of Mana’ lies in the center of Harmain Forest. You must never enter. “I believe you know the reason without me having to explain it.”
It doesn’t explain why. Even though it wasn’t there, there was no one who didn’t know why they shouldn’t go there.
‘···Why on earth?’
Well, except for one person.
Raniel glances at the assistant as if he doesn’t understand what’s going on. As she figured, there was no reason she came to Harmain Forest if she wasn’t going to use the Well of Mana.
‘I’m going to save it and use it later, but?’
Raniel decided to just think like that.
Because the teaching assistants will have their own plans.
“Then let’s start the test.”
The assistant professors begin teleporting students to each compartment. Raniel, who was watching the circuit heating up on the ground, slowly stood up.
“uh? “Where are you going, Assistant Professor Rania?”
“I want to go first.”
“I can teleport you, but why don’t you use it?”
“Um… just?”
‘If I ride it, that circuit will be damaged.’
Swallowing those words inwardly, Raniel took his steps into the forest. There is someone watching that.
“uh?”
Ellen, an assistant professor of alchemy, looked at where Raniel was heading and tilted her head.
‘Assistant Professor Rania is in charge of the northern section, right?’
However, the place she is heading to is the entrance to the southern section.
“Uh… Assistant Professor Rania? “If we go that way, we’ll have to go back a long way, right?”
“yes? “Can’t we just go straight across?”
“···yes?”
···You want to cross the fountain of mana?
“Then I’ll go first.”
“Ah yes···.”
Ellen just looked at Raniel’s back with a strange look as he walked away.
2.
Belnoa is an orphan from the slums.
As is often the case with children from the slums, Belnoa could not remember whether he had parents or what they did. In the first place, she didn’t need to remember.
It was a life desperate to survive.
It was a life where you never knew when the corpse lying around in the alley would become yours.
In short, there was no time to worry about his past or his birth. In time for such luxury, Belle Noah went through his trash pile one more time.
It was that kind of life.
A life of survival by scavenging through trash and human corpses.
As it was, there was no reason for Belnoa, who was at best a mere addition to the slums, to come to this academy. Even if he was qualified, he would have rejected it.
‘Because it doesn’t suit me.’
People have a given stage.
And, he thought, this is not his stage.
-Protection of that child?
-If you can flatten the bridge of White’s nose… Well, there’s nothing I can’t do.
If it wasn’t for the deal I made with that old man.
Belnoir would not have come to Aply.
-What you said about the child is not difficult for me.
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-This is a deal, Belnoa.
-Or it could be seen as a request.
Belnoir slowly opens his eyes.
When you open your eyes, you are in the middle of a forest. I measured the wind blowing through the shady trees.
-Overwhelm the white master disciple.
-Show that black is superior to white.
A sordid battle of pride among high things.
You are just a tool for him.
‘As the old man said, this is a request.’
So, just practice as always.
“Whoa…”
After taking a short breath, Belnoir took a step forward. As soon as he took a step, the shadow became soft and distorted.
Witchcraft, shadow weaving.
A shadow stretched out in a thin thread wraps around Belnoa’s body. The shade between trees. That was the path through which Belnoa would move.
So one step, one step again.
As I walked without any trace, the sound of footsteps caught Belnoa’s ears.
– Jeopuk.
Look towards where the sound is coming from.
This is the appearance of Lark, who has white hair and was assigned to this section along with him.
“·····.”
Belnoa approaches him without saying a word.
There is no need to fight from the front. Belnoa was an assassin before he was a shaman. If you can finish it somewhere out of sight, that’s the best move.
Crossing between shadows, Belnoir pulls out a stocked spell at his fingertips.
Shadow-needle.
A handful of the surrounding shadows escape.
The moment when Belnoa aimed a sharply forged spell.
Swish.
Lark turned his head.
Those narrowed eyes accurately capture Belnoa hiding in the shadows.
“Is it there?”
Lark pulls out the hatchet that was tied to his belt. There is no obstacle to that movement. Holding the hatchet that was gently drawn out, Lark leans back his shoulders.
“Don’t hide, come out. “Warriors don’t hide.”
At the same time that the folded arm is swung, Belnoa’s spell is also emitted. Spells and hatchets collide in the air. The winner was Lark.
Kwasik, the hatchet crushes the shadows.
The hatchet flies towards Belnoa without stopping.
Kaang!
Belnoa, who was trying to hit the ax by swinging the shadow on his body, panicked the moment he collided with the ax.
‘Why is it so heavy…’ ?’
Shock.
“Ugh!”
Quang! Driven by the shock wave emitted from the sack, the shadow that Belnoa was wearing disperses. pushed out
Belnoa rolled around on the floor and stood up, collecting the scattered shadows. He corrected himself and raised his head.
‘does not exist?’
Lark, who should be in front, is not visible.
At that moment, Belnoa’s intuition warns. Belle Noah did as her intuition told her and looked up at the sky.
Holding on to the sack floating in the air.
Lark is falling, holding a hatchet in each hand.
‘What kind of wizard is that?’
Belnoir suppressed the swear words that escaped his lips. And, as if to answer that question, Lark releases the spell.
Haste.
Weight.
Lark’s fingers holding the hatchet shine.
It’s a simple order.
However, when it is combined with superhuman physical abilities, its power is by no means light.
Quang!
With a roar, the gathered shadows disperse again. This time, the shock spread beyond the shadows. One of the fingers that was handling the shadow breaks.
‘Index finger.’
Before the index finger was completely bent, Belnoir unleashed the spell stocked on the index finger.
Smite.
The most basic striking spell.
Its power is not great. However, the momentum was enough to strike away the dead axe.
Kang!
Lark took a few steps back.
Belnoir thinks as he glances at that figure.
‘I guess it’s not a popular rumor that they tore up a troll.’
Certainly, it is difficult to win head-on.
And it feels too good. I realize that the hiding and watching approach will be difficult. The number that can be used has already decreased significantly.
However, if you ask whether it is difficult to win.
‘Not that again.’
“Whoa.”
Belnoir sighed as he saw Lark preparing to leap again. She didn’t really want to use it, but she had to use it to make sure she carried out her request.
incantation.
Belnoir stretched out his hand forward. His fingers begin to bend in strange directions.
‘The old man told me not to write it because I would get caught…’
To begin with, the magic that Belnoa uses is not that easy to recognize. Unless he is at least a wizard who knows how to make deals with stars, it is nearly impossible to detect him in advance.
‘Where would a wizard like that be common?’
At least, if there were such a wizard, he wouldn’t be working as an assistant at the academy.
‘Offering.’
Pop, pop, pop.
Using twisted fingers as a substitute, the shadow waves.
3.
“oh···.”
Kids fight well these days.
I was sitting on a tree, watching the fight between Lark and Belnoa. The level was higher than I expected.
‘Even if I throw it on the battlefield right now, I think it will work in some way.’
In particular, Rak’s fighting sense was worthy of comment. It feels too good to be true. I already have the intuition that only knights who have crossed the line of fire many times on the battlefield would have.
‘On the contrary, it’s more than that, not less.’
Indeed, he is a person who can be considered the best disciple by White.
When I ran into her at the cafe, I thought she was a little sick.
“hmm.”
With those thoughts in mind, I stood up.
I felt like I had to stop now.
‘That girl named Belnoa seems like she’s hiding something.’
Shaman.
Not much is known about that class since it is so small in number, but they have often been encountered on the battlefield.
Lizard Shaman.
Mentally ill people who sacrificed their own people to cause disaster. I still remember those guys who were very picky.
‘f*ckin’ shaman bastards.’
To be honest, I didn’t really like the Shaman. The reason they are evil is that they are always hiding something until the very end.
Yeah, like right now.
-Pud, pud.
I clicked my tongue briefly as I watched Belnoa’s fingers twist in a strange direction. That is the basics of witchcraft, the sign of offering.
‘It’s good to have training as if it were real combat.’
That was a bit over the line.
“stop.”
