Side Story 8. The Magic School and the Monster in the Basement (7)

It seems that theres a nobleman with some large guts.

During the battle magic practice class, we were fighting one-on-one with magic on rotation, and the bowl cut pointed me out.

"Come out, Audit Student!"

I glanced at Milpia. Didnt she say that there was no big nobleman whod touch me whos under the protection of the duke and guild director?

At my glance, Milpia shrugged as if there were no problems.

Well, there wasn't really a big problem. The gap in skills was not small enough that I might accidentally hurt the bowl cut. What's annoying was that Id have to match his skill level?

"Don't make eye contact with Miss Milpia. Hurry up and come out!"

I was slightly surprised by the bowl cuts sharp eyes. To catch my eye in such a short time, he had some talent. I helplessly got up and stood in front of the bowl cut.

The professor teaching the battle magic class, looked at me and asked, "Will you be okay? Pavlov is pretty strong."

I laughed as if I was in a tight spot at the professor's worries. "Haha, then shall we hand it over to someone else?

The bowl cut shouted urgently at my words.

"Didn't Professor-nim say that it's important to fight regardless of who the opponent is? Moreover, it's a waste to miss the experience of practicing with a completely new opponent!"

He was a good talker. Even though he was planning to openly lay me down and score points with Milpia.

Hmm, that makes sense. The professor nodded at the bowl cut and suggested to me. "Come to think of it, I heard that you had a special admission offer. If you enter the school, battle magic is a required class, so how about experiencing it?"

The students sitting down were surprised and buzzed.

Looking at the reactions of the students, it seemed more a deal than when Dane Walker said it wasnt a common opportunity.

Hearing about the special admission, the gaze of the bowl cut went from hot to practically burning. How annoying.

The professor's suggestion couldnt be ignored, so I decided to say yes.

"Then shall we try it?

"Good thinking. Do you have a magic wand? If not, there is one more practice use...

A practice magic wand was as it was called was a magic wand literally for practice. It had no use unless you couldnt use your own personal magic wand unexpectedly. There were several of my magic wands in my pocket space, but they were not appropriate to be brought out here.

"Then I'll borrow one for practice."

If I asked Yuria or Alice, theyd lend me their own, but a magic wand was like a magicians other self and so it would not be polite to ask to borrow it.

"Huuuuu! A magician left his magic wand! You're unqualified as a magician!" The bowl cut proudly pointed at me and shouted.

It seemed as if he was anxious to inform Milpia of my flaws. I could see his inner thoughts so clearly that it was rather cute.

"That's true. I nodded casually and agreed with him.

What the bowl cut said was true. A magician always carried a magic wand. There were even people who always carried their wands with severe obsession without even putting them in their pocket space.

"Ugh!

When I moved on casually, the bowl cut frowned and was upset.

Well, by the way, no matter how much it was for practice, it was in such bad condition. This was a blunt instrument rather than a magic wand. If I beat him with this, hed die, right?

"Okay, then get ready. Sparring start!

When the professor shouted to start, the bowl cut began to pour mana into his magic wand and chant.

"Like a storm sweeping the ocean..."

There were a lot of unnecessities, but it was quite decent mana control.

I pushed forward the blunt instrument, I mean, the magic wand.

"Flash."

"Gasp! Like a wave of rage..."

When an intense flash of light broke out from the end of the magic wand, the bowl cut covered his eyes and skillfully chanted. It seemed that he had practiced to overcome this sort of disturbance, but it was a suicide to not look at the other person.

I walked over, kicked his leg, and knocked him over.

"Argh!"

Just before the bowl cut hit his head on the ground, I grabbed his collar. Thanks to this, there was no mishap in which the bowl cuts head was broken.

I put the blunt instrument, I mean, the magic wand, in front of his head and asked, "Will you surrender?"

He looked like he was about to cry. "That, that's cheating! How can you trip someone in a magic battle!

Isn't this a battle magic practice? You thought you wouldn't get attacked when you didn't even use high-speed chanting? Isn't close-up battle a basic for fighting a magician?

Normally, fists are faster than magic. When I learned about magic battles, I learned as I was beaten to death. If you keep getting hit, magic would become faster than fists.

"Don't you consider the hand-to-hand battle in this class? I asked.

In fact, it was embarrassing to call it a hand-to-hand battle when it was just tripping someone.

The professor scratched the back of his head as if he was embarrassed. "No, I allow it, but the level the kids are at is yet to reach the level of using magic alongside hand-to-hand combat. The seniors are forced to do it, but theyre still