Chapter 455 – Thursday, Week 7 (6)
Returning to the classroom after sending Merende away, Marey sat down in her chair feeling exhausted. She was only a few tenths of the time, but she felt like her whole body was wet and sinking as if she had climbed a mountain all day.
All she wanted to do was run away to class and go to Illien right away and press her cock hard against her pleasant flesh jar and bury her in her chest and close her eyes. On the contrary, she was tired, but her sex drive was starting to rise.
Her recess was over, but Ycher didn’t come. Marei couldn’t decide whether she should go to Illien’s lab or whether she should wait for Icher, so she blankly stared at her watch.
Before Marey could make a decision, Ycher returned to her classroom. She opened her door with her robe on, closed it tight, and then Icher stood in front of Marey. I pulled over and sat down.
“It’s late because I have something to do…”
Itcher said she was wearing a robe like the first time we met. She seemed to be ashamed of barely (?) Her breasts touching. Her enchanted robe came down just enough to barely cover her forehead, but she was completely shielded by the darkness beneath.
“Robe, you can take it off if you feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh, no. No, no inconvenience…”
Ycher let out a sigh and lowered her hood. With her gaze fixed on her floor, she pursed her lips a few times before finally spitting out her first words.
“Class… Let’s do it.”
Compared to when I was teaching while sitting next to her, because I was sitting across from her, I was writing or drawing figures in Marey’s direction, so the speed was a little slower, but compared to other magic classes that were not comparable to her, it was still a burden.
“The most basic form of magic circle…”
At first, there was an awkward air current, but soon after the class started, Professor Isher naturally started to progress.
In the case of elemental magic or white magic, they had a strangely high level of comprehension, and they seemed to already know it, and memorization was easy, but black magic, on the other hand, was just unfamiliar. Without the knowledge of the two magics, Icher’s progress seemed so fast that I couldn’t even breathe.
Of course, Marey wasn’t the only one pushed to the limit.
“Then… Solve this problem.”
Despite the feeling that Ischer was drying up involuntarily, she continued to fire at the boy in front of her. Icher trembled at her strange excitement.
She certainly hadn’t studied beforehand. If she was an expert in black magic, she could tell what people really didn’t know and what they pretended not to know. What is certain is that the boy named Mare de Parwen was ignorant of black magic, and he did not know anything other than what he had been told.
Ycher frowned as he couldn’t come up with the right words while teaching Marey. Genius? No, it was a different feeling. Clever, unusual, highly intelligent, no. Not these words. A little more unpleasant sensation.
“Invasion.”
Itcher unknowingly vomited out the feelings he felt for the boy.
“Yes?”
“No no. The words are in vain Got it… Then release this too.”
Icher took a deep breath and focused on the boy slowly solving the problem in front of him. He focused on the formulas and calculations the boy was writing down. Until now, it was a problem that he could not solve by the method he had informed.
However, when he saw that he approached by calculating the formula that would be used in white magic or elemental magic, he was sure of the words he uttered.
It was an invasion. Yes, Icher was finally able to be sure. He didn’t know anything about black magic, he majored in other magic, no. It was as if a wizard who had reached full maturity dismantled and analyzed the formula.
I don’t know if it was in the past, but now magic is no different from a kind of study. The basic rites or basics of black magic, the level of introductory level, have degenerated into basic knowledge that any wizard who has reached the stage knows of course. Conversely, other magic also became the same.
“This… Release it too.”
In a trembling voice, Icher continued to present the problem to the boy. Could this be the case? He was a genius at elemental magic and white magic. If your intelligence was high, you had to show that in black magic.
However, he had to raise his evaluation of black magic to the point where he could barely stand on the threshold of being a genius. But, in elemental magic and white magic?
Icher looked at the dark-haired boy again. He is a boy with thin lines that looks like a girl. The grandson of the head of the academy, who is often said to have outperformed Idrienne Ksacru for his bad personality.
Because he was smart, he wasn’t analyzing black magic through other magic.
The only way to analyze and understand black magic was through elemental magic and white magic. When he thought about it, it was impossible for Marey to solve it. He wrote a problem that could only be solved by majoring in black magic at the Imperial University.
There were many prerequisites to explain, but the progress of today’s class was over a long time ago. No, it was okay to say that I had exceeded my progress this semester. From a theoretical point of view, there was still a lot left to explain, but in terms of problem solving and accessibility, it was almost over.
However, even so, he had to fill a page of paper just by writing the conditions necessary for Marey to solve his problem one by one.
“That… I don’t understand what this condition is…”
“It is necessary to understand the space, from now on.”
Itcher slowly, and so Marey won’t ask again. He slowly began to release the conditions or base knowledge to solve the problem.
I couldn’t calm my pounding heart when I saw that I was lightly solving problems that had already exceeded my progress in order to analyze the process of solving formulas related to black magic. With the face of a girl in love and a trembling voice. He had no choice but to give a class to solve the problems he hated the most.
It was too shortsighted to study for problem solving in a class that can be said to be a stepping stone for moving from basic to advanced.
“A three-dimensional formula that cannot be expressed as one…”
But curiosity pushed Icher’s back. The theories or knowledge I am explaining now required the completion of several designated curricula step by step. However, in this situation where curiosity was strangling, Ischer was not a person who was strong enough to endure that long time.
“For the sake of this problem, I gave up understanding of this expression a little…”
So, just this one time. He hated himself so much. He had no choice but to give lectures for the sake of grades and problem solving.
“Now… Release it.”
Itcher breathed heavily, probably because the long explanation was over. He spoke so fast that he surprised himself. Will he be able to solve this problem. No, could the boy understand?
Ischer wasn’t sure if the boy in front of him was a genius or not. He was obviously lacking in praise even though he was a genius when it came to elemental magic and white magic. It was not the amount of knowledge and information that a child could have.
What the hell is Sister Ksakrue doing with her children and educating them? Is this the blood of a warrior? He seems to have been said to be the son of Marie de Parwen. If that’s the case, should I say it’s a devil’s talent? Icher repeated making assumptions and erasing them endlessly in his head. There was no conclusion.
Certainly, it was not normal.
Because of his excellent knowledge and skill in white magic and elemental magic, he understands black magic, which has some commonalities because it is tied to the same magic. This was the only conclusion Icher could draw.
“Professor Icher, explain this part again…”
Marey de Parwen was obviously a bright child and had a good understanding. However, when he started to go beyond the advanced course, he heard it once and did not understand it, so he started asking this and that. Itcher wondered how many times he needed an explanation because his explanation was insufficient, and he repeated the same thing to Marey again.
Eventually…
“I, Professor… Can I solve it like this?”
Itcher silently looked at the solution written on the paper. She grows her yellow eyes to the limit. Could it be… Did you get it right?
“Wrong.”
Wrong. But it was great Itcher involuntarily took in a deep breath and slowly let out his heated breath. She read and re-read the solution. I solved it correctly, but why is it wrong? Where did you get it wrong And found the problem.
“…There was something I didn’t tell you. I can see a few mistakes.”
Itcher burst into laughter without even realizing it. In the middle, there was a solution related to elemental magic and a solution using white magic.
“Why did you solve this part like this?”
“Ah, I think I should solve it like that…”
He had the formula he had given him, but the boy in front of him used a different method. In order to solve this problem, the solution he gave about black magic was more concise and solved the following formula, which would have been more helpful.
“Would you like to solve it this way, as I just told you?”
“Ah yes… !”
Icher’s suspicions only grew as Marey stammered out. Illien, how far did that sister go and what did she teach such a child…
“Can I solve it like this?”
“Hmm… Wrong here. The solution here is not approached with formulas used in basic magic theory… Like this…”
Are compared It was Icher de Valentine who felt he shouldn’t think like this, but he couldn’t help being compared. He clearly had a higher level of understanding than other students and had enough potential. However, compared to the magic he learned from Sister Ksa Kru, he was slow in the black magic he taught.
As a result, I think that there might be a problem with my teaching method.
Later, it seemed necessary to have a serious talk with Illien about this boy, Marais de Fawen. She was a great student. She is also a good student. However, I couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of disappointment when I saw that he didn’t know whether to call it genius or maturity in other fields.
“Now, shall we continue the class?”
Itcher smiled lightly and carefully stroked the boy’s head, unable to hide his disappointment at being told he was wrong. Even Idrien Ksacru of the world would not be able to bear to be angry when he saw a boy like this. Izer, who had been bullied since childhood by Idrienne Ksacru, was certain.
When her break time began, Marei collapsed on her desk. Her head was hot from the endless amount of knowledge being injected. Ycher laughed at the boy who collapsed as if he was tired.
She unknowingly stroked the boy’s hair and twirled it with her fingertips. She seemed to know why her sister in Illien told her not to covet it. She was an Icher who didn’t even have the courage to tell Sister Ksar Kruu about this, but to be honest, she wanted to take it away.
Not only her pretty appearance, but also her bright personality, the unique sweet scent that emanates from her body that is likely to come from an elf, and her hard work. I liked everything. Itcher unknowingly stabbed Marey on the cheek. Icher was startled by the boy’s flinching, but she burst into laughter at the sight of the boy blinking without saying a word and gently pressed the boy’s cheek once again.
“Is the class difficult?”
“Sorry…”
“Oh, lie down, lie down. It’s break time, so relax.”
Itcher laughed slightly at the boy’s reaction as he stood up to answer her own question. She forced the boy to his head and put him back on his back. Your strength is weak. You think you can subdue it with just a light press? Itcher trembled with a strange excitement. And she didn’t understand why she was feeling so shivering that she let out a small cough.
