The classroom in
It might be natural that the first day of lectures is in full swing with evaluations and analyses of each other, but thanks to yesterday's impact, one person was monopolizing all the attention.
Ailon Dusk.
The owner of the artifact that neutralized the continent's greatest talent, Jesse Athlon, in a single blow.
But at the same time, it is also true that a tag of doubt is attached.
Is it really right for Ailon to be selected for the Combat Department, beating out prominent talents at that?
Isn't that too far removed from what is generally considered chivalry?
Above all, isn't it that the weapon is strong, not that Ailon himself is strong?
No one opened their mouths, but they were thinking similar thoughts.
A silent commotion covers the lecture hall.
Clack-
Breaking that silence, the sound of footsteps with a constant rhythm was heard.
A figure and dignity that overwhelms the gaze just by appearing.
Lucas, wearing a uniform that suits his balanced proportions and maintaining a posture without a single strand out of place, walked into the classroom.
Stopping at the center of the podium, he swept over the audience with eyes so cold they seemed to freeze.
As if scanning down to the abyss of each meeting eye.
It was a gaze that naturally made people stiffen.
Enough to make them completely forget what they were thinking just a moment ago.
"...I will begin the lecture."
***
Even though these are people I faced once during orientation, tension rises again because of the presences beyond the classroom walls felt from afar due to the effect of
I somehow managed to get through yesterday well, but there is no knowing how long that will last.
If I make even one mistake, wouldn't I become minced meat before I can even use them as meat shields?
'Composure, composure.'
I repeated composure and started self-brainwashing.
However, originally Lucas was a coward too, and since I don't have a bold personality either, it wasn't easy.
'Phew!'
My heart didn't calm down easily.
That is because there are too many elements that threaten my life even if they aren't demons, such as a guy who will slit my throat at a speed beyond perception, a guy possessing an artifact that will annihilate a unit in an instant, and a guy with talent that can't be stopped even with that artifact if he goes berserk.
In a way, I am no different from deceiving them until now.
If that gets caught...
Phew, how terrible.
But in order to live, I must thoroughly act as the 'Hero of the Eastern Front'.
I opened the door to the classroom.
Perhaps because I was nervous, my steps seemed unnatural, and I looked too much like a robot.
Standing at the center of the podium, I scanned my meat shields.
It would be sad if even one is missing.
Consider how I gathered them.
Fortunately, everyone attended without a single person missing.
But the kids were staring at me too intently.
It seemed like it was becoming a staring contest unintentionally, and honestly, it was too burdensome.
"...I will begin the lecture."
I hurriedly started the lecture.
What would there be for me to teach them?
It's not like I handle the sword excellently, and I can't even use the bow, which is a racial trait of Lucas's family, because I received a curse.
That doesn't mean I can just make them do Real Combat Training in
However, that doesn't mean there is absolutely no way.
'I have theory.'
All the landscapes in front of my eyes right now are a collection of 'settings' born inside my head.
What that character's strength is, what the weakness is, and what the background narrative is like were all born from my hands.
In other words, there is no one here who can tackle me with theory.
"First of all, let us examine the war that is the cause of you listening to my lecture. What is the reason this war occurred? Deyan, what is your answer?"
"The reason the war occurred is because the demons invaded the Middle World..."
"Then why did the demons have no choice but to invade the Middle World?"
"That is..."
The lecture basically proceeded utilizing the Socratic method.
By forcing student participation like this, I increased the efficiency of the lecture.
Thank you, Brother Tess.
If you dig deep into a topic with the Socratic method, a moment comes when the answer gets stuck.
Of course, since I am the creator who knows even these deep settings, there is absolutely no way I will be refuted.
Above all, I won't do anything to get refuted.
-Professor, me!
I know!
Ailon was sending a strong signal with his eyes, but thoroughly ignoring him was also in that context.
Anyway, thanks to the Socratic method, the lecture was proceeding actively yet smoothly.
Since I threw the question, and those things bit it tight.
The Shadow guy and Torres, who insulted me with affinity, were the targets of concentrated attacks.
I will make them personally feel how scary a professor's grudge is.
The students forced to answer gradually turned pale at the endless barrage of questions.
Indeed, when would these people, who are mostly strength characters, have wrapped their heads around theory like this?
Of course, Ailon and Ruina, who is covering herself deep with that robe over there, are exceptions.
I am firmly holding the initiative of the classroom.
It is satisfying.
"...Combat is not all about actual combat. If theory is excluded, it is nothing more than purposeless slaughter. Return to today's topic and explore it deeply. Any questions?"
There probably aren't any.
Even if there are, isn't it the virtue of students treating a professor to just let it pass given the atmosphere?
"Then, I will end the lecture with this..."
"Professor."
Breaking the silence, someone's voice was heard.
"I have a question."
It was Deyan's counterattack.
'No, when I went to school, if a professor asked something like this, we just bowed our heads and pretended not to know with grit and determination! The other kids are staying still, so why, only you!'
It was a situation where it was awkward to forcibly ignore this.
"What is it?"
I took the question as calmly as possible.
"I would like to ask about the duel that occurred on the first day. Do you view that as a fair duel, Professor?"
"I do not."
Of course it isn't a fair duel.
It was a fight where it was obvious who would win.
"Then, is that the combat you wish to speak of, Professor?"
Deyan's eyes shone.
At the same time, the gazes of others also focused.
'Look at these things.'
It seems yesterday's episode planted doubts in them.
Indeed, that must have been a shocking event for those lumps tightly bundled with illusions like chivalry.
"I will ask in reverse. Do you think it was a fair duel yesterday?"
"I also think it is not fair, just like you, Professor."
"Why is that?"
Brother Tess's method started again.
"Because his artifact is not fair in itself."
"Then are you saying that the continent's greatest talent, Jesse Athlon, and Dusk should have fought with their bare bodies??"
"Th, that is..."
Right, no matter how much you think about it, you probably think that's not it.
"B, but this goes against chivalry..."
Ha, is there a guy full of such romance here.
"Did I say I teach 'Everything About Chivalry'?"
"...No."
"Then what is the reason yesterday's duel shouldn't go against chivalry?"
Deyan could not answer.
"Remember clearly. My lecture is a lecture that teaches everything about 'Battle'. Yesterday, Ailon fought excellently and won. By any chance, are you going to hold the standard of chivalry to demons spraying hellfire too? Or is it because you are resentful that the petty swordsmanship you use couldn't even use its strength and lost against a magic weapon? Do you not understand? Do you think everything will be resolved with that magic weapon?"
Actually, I think so too.
But what I need is complete safety without variables.
Ailon's magic weapon is not invincible.
Above all, the user is a lump of imperfection.
That is why I need them.
"Battle is battle. It is not noble, beautiful, and sublime, but a thing where blood splatters, bones break, and flesh scatters..."
For a moment, the scene in my dream was vivid.
The scene where Glasco collapses and these people become flesh and perish before my eyes.
"...It is reality."
"However, if there is strength that exceeds perception, what is our learning for?"
Oh.
That was a sharp point.
"Just because it exceeds your perception does not mean it cannot be brought down."
But this is the only thing I can say.
Only then will they keep listening to the lecture or something.
"Then, please show us."
"What?"
"Please prove that our choice of you, Professor, was not wrong."
Does this bastard really?
***
Deyan represented the students' doubts.
Is it something that cannot be brought down like Lucas said?
That probably isn't the case.
Since that was possible, Lucas would have survived the Eastern Front and been praised as a hero.
But at the same time, it is true that doubts arise.
There are no survivors on the Eastern Front except for Lucas.
So there is no one who witnessed Lucas's divine power.
That mysterious strongman made up only of rumors.
We want to actually see that person's strength.
A light of expectation glimmers in the students' eyes.
Deyan also had a great desire to witness Lucas's strength.
Just what level must one be. Where should one aim to surpass that person and protect Romero.
Deyan opened his two eyes wide and waited for Lucas's answer.
***
I cannot back down.
Just look at those eyes that look like they would devour me right now.
'Oh, that dog!#%'
My mind went blank.
'...Wait.'
Into the blank mind, settings suddenly came to mind densely.
Everything of this world born in my head.
Torres Jesse Athlon Glasco Ailon Magic Cannon Transform Body Suit Dragon Heart Mana Aggregation Pekran Mora Mana Nullification Mana Core...
'There is a way.'
It came to mind.
The way to completely neutralize the Magic Cannon.
"Good, I will show you. Come out, Ailon."
The pointed-out Ailon pops out with a bright expression.
Don't make a bright expression.
Because it's scary.
"As you all must have felt, Ailon's artifact is powerful. But I will show you that it is not invincible."
It was clinging to a possibility to the last.
But because I couldn't back down, I was facing it head-on.
"Use the Magic Cannon on me."
Hoo-wook, hoo-wook.
My breathing already seemed to be getting faster.
"Yes!"
Whirrr- Clack clunk thud clank!
-Magic Cannon, Target On.
Bii-
That thing transformed into the Magic Cannon immediately without even hesitating.
I can sufficiently feel the reason why Ae-Wan-Yong fainted.
Even at a glance, powerful mana was surging, and I felt a strong sensation that I would die if hit, die if grazed, and die even if I just smelled it.
My back was wet with cold sweat, and my heart beat like a mallet.
The feeling of the string of reason becoming dangerously taut as if it would snap.
If I had calming pill, I wanted to pour it in massive quantities.
That moment when I felt like I would faint before even trying anything.
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A greater flutter of excitement devoured the fear.
The financial treatment effect is certain.
I recalled with a mind that became calm in an instant.
'The Magic Cannon is a collection of magic engineering driven by mana. Therefore, I just have to block the passage through which mana flows.'
And such a skill exists for me.
To be exact, it's not me, but it can be called Professor Pekran Mora's technique.
Space Cut.
By cutting a certain point, one can tear apart space itself for a moment.
Of course, because that time is short and the effective points are few, there aren't many cases where it is used in actual combat, but right now, it is a technique that makes me wonder if there could be anything more suitable than this.
'Teaching and Learning Grow Together. Pekran Mora- Space Cut.'
The posture lowers and mana boils.
Biiii-!
In that interval, the Magic Cannon added charging and that mana pricked my skin stingingly.
'Not yet, not yet, not yet.'
Precise timing is required.
The moment it is fired, I must aim for that time and cut.
If my breathing is disturbed even once, it's goodbye to this world as it is.
Biiiiiing-!
'Now!'