A Guy Who Hates Neto X Re Reluctantly (？) Does Netori. 368

Chapter 368 – Motivation

A thousand or so people filled the seats.
Normally, it would have been a lecture hall that would have been considered too wide for a space for dozens of people to learn, but now it gave a feeling of being so full that it reminded me of a market hall.

The cause is a curiosity about the lecture of the famous lecturer Dre.
The forces that came to see were also diverse.

First of all, there are students from the combat department who admire and admire the strength of the eight-year-old man.
Even though he is a foreigner and has risen to the rank of an aristocrat, the new lecturer who does not fit in with the aristocracy and gives a fresh shock with a cool move is an object of respect for them.

Similar to the above 　, there are talented students who are attracted to him, who do not fit in with nobles.
The students who came in through talent are the ones who are proud of their clique.
Likewise, I feel closeness to Dre, who wrote history with only one talent.
Knowing that this lecture was related to instructor evaluation, they applied with a mixture of respect and loyalty to Dreae.

And even the students with the doctrines of fanaticism who are intoxicated by the name of the ‘Sword of Light Flame’, the sword chosen by God himself.

There were already well over 400 students who had come to see Dre himself.

In addition to that, the group of faculty members who were dissatisfied with Dre but were frightened to hear about his violent rumors and could not recover their dissatisfaction, or who wanted to see his skills, made it five hundred.

An outsider was also added.
Most of them were wizards.
For the first time ever in the current academy, this classroom was showing an unusual ratio of half students and half outside wizards.

They have good reasons for coming.
First of all, the demonstration of the spirit magic that Dre had trained more desperately than usual in order to impress Lena.

At that time, the impressed wizards heard the news that there would be a lecture.
They thought that they wanted to know the depth of Dre’s knowledge, who was rumored to have created the spirit magic in just over a month after learning magic properly, and even recommended it to others.
As a result, quite a few people applied.

But… The presence of only one man made this classroom more narrow than anything else.
It’s Hurt.

He was sitting in the audience, just like everyone else, but there was no one around him, and he skipped two seats at a time.

No one found it strange.
I don’t even take it seriously.
No wonder.

During the long and long history of Elunar, less than 10 cases were given the title of Emrepes.

Nerenia, the first super sorceress who was the first Emrepes and had a deep relationship with Frunar and the ten heroes.
After she disappeared, who was also the founder of the Floating Island, there were not even ten people who received the title of Emre Pes in her 10,000 years.

Blessed geniuses who appear literally once in a thousand years.
Three out of ten of them appeared almost simultaneously in the near-term, and were called the generation of miracles.

Heunut, one of the three, a living legend out of a fairy tale who locked the door to his castle of destiny hundreds of years ago and never met anyone. For him, this level of awe is just a daily occurrence.

No matter whose fault it was, news spread that he wanted to listen to Dre’s lectures.

People who heard the news boiled their insides.
Wizards as well as students eagerly wanted to see his face.

In the case of students, most of them were ‘blood faction’ students who wanted to open up their personal connections, and there were quite a few students who came because they were curious about the story of the appearance of a legendary figure.

The magicians had a good mix of the romance of reverence for Emrepes and practical benefits such as knowledge and personal connections.
The other two Emrepes had a firm policy not to have personal conversations with outside wizards.
It was their way of getting hit and bought by too many people.
However, Huroot came to this place without any particular warning.
That means you can talk.
They thought that the reason he came to the academy after not appearing for hundreds of years in the first place was to build up his power.

Before the lecture, he asked me to refrain from asking personal questions, so he didn’t mind it.

No, even now access has begun.
A cute girl with silver hair approached him with a small gesture.

“Hello, Mr. Hart.”
“Hmm? Ohh. A student.”

The spirit of the girl, who was encouraged by Hurrut’s eager voice, solidified.

“Excuse me. Have I disturbed your contemplation?”
“No. I came out to the world at most, but the only person I spoke to was my attendant, so it was a lonely car.”

The handsome boy waiter smiled and bowed.
Valet.
Even though he was a commoner, being an attendant of Huroot was a great status.
The aristocratic girl smiled like a painting and greeted politely.

“Hello. My name is Auria Zimers from the Countess of Zimers.”

Hurt is a personal story. He said that he should not talk about socializing.
But that’s what he told himself not to do, he didn’t even forbid talking to the attendant.
It was close to sophistry, but Herroot wasn’t that picky.

“Nice to meet you. Sit where you like.”

That her gamble had paid off, Auria smiled in her heart of conversion.

“Then, thank you for the favor.”

A girl who sits triumphantly and aristocrats who look resentful and think they should have done that a long time ago.
As I said before, they were already in a state of being pushed to open their faces somehow in their respective families, and they were in a desperate state of wanting to establish a relationship at least for the sake of the successor position.

Starting with her, one or two of her courageously tried to approach her, but were strangely pushed away by her.

“?”
“…Uh?”

I tried to approach it again, but this time it stopped moving.

Only high level wizards and students noticed the sense of incongruity.
Huroot used a kind of barrier.
Probably a high level magic that interferes with people’s emotions.

The wizards were thrilled that he had opened a barrier with such an effect, with no harm to his body and almost no flow of mana.

And he looked with jealousy and envy at the young lady of Zimers, who was allowed to live alone.
Auria is also a very talented person.
Recognizing her own privilege, she smiled.

“Heh heh. There are too many people.”
“Aren’t all of you here to see Hurt-sama’s face at least once?”
“Hmm? That’s a difficult story, heh heh. Lenea will be angry with me later.”

Originally, the school made adjustments so that it would not explode like this… The academic side would have made adjustments, but it was impossible to ignore the students at the time when they received a lot of outside greetings.

Still, Lenea resolutely rejected the noble family’s request.
That’s why they firmly told their children to make a kite with Huroot.

Auria did too.
In order not to miss this opportunity she had barely squeezed out, she was nervous and focused.

“Yes. I have a question for you. Are you okay?”
“To be able to talk with Huroot-nim. It’s an infinite honor.”
“Heh heh heh glory.”

High-ranking wizards are usually perceived as eccentric, but surprisingly, Herroot was quite friendly.
Saying that this is a good news, Auria gained a bit of confidence.

“Then, I’d like to know about Instructor Dre’s reputation.”
“Reputation, are you talking about it?”
“I see. Is he well-received by the students?”

Although Auria was also excellent in her talent, she was a member of the lineage who had been admitted because of her venerable aristocratic blood.
Even though she has been admitted to the venerable Fryunar Academy, she feels no honor at all, and her arrogant stranger is the object of her loathing to her.

Dre’s achievements and status were so great that he couldn’t show it openly… But it’s a different story when it comes to Herroot.

She opened her mouth to suppress the talented students who are reviving these days.

“It’s the worst.”
“Hmm? The worst?”
“Yes. Certainly, his strength is beyond doubt… But his personality and teaching skills are questionable.”
“Ohhh. Is that so?”

Herroot’s eyes twinkle as if asking for details.

“Yes. First of all, Instructor Dre has been working at the academy for over three months, and during that time, he has only given lectures twice. That was for major students, and the other time was a magic demonstration that had nothing to do with students.”
“That was a little harsh.”
“Yes. At least among the students, there are a lot of dissatisfied people…”
“Whoa…”

The moment when Huroot sighed as if he was sorry.

“You’re talking shit.”

Her ferocious and vulgar tone made Auria, as well as the wizards around her, stare at her in awe.
She was a dreadlocked schoolboy with gnarled muscles.
Huroot’s barrier, although blocking access, did not block the voice.

“Are you a student of the Combat Faculty?”

At the words of Auria, who narrowed her eyes, the male student named Perl Dran proudly opened her chest.

“Yes. My name is Ferold.”
“Yes, Ferld. But you know who you are right now, and you say such vulgar things…”
“Ah! I like it!’

Hurroot blocked Auria, her face flushed.

“You seem to have disagreements? I love discussions!”
“…Yes. I have an opinion.”

I was stunned by Huroot’s infinite charisma, but Ferold answered clearly with clear pronunciation.

“The reason Lecturer Dre couldn’t give lectures as scheduled was due to unsavory incidents… The theft of the floating island, the incident at the Sea God’s Cave, and other unavoidable things.”
“Hmm.”

In fact, Dre’s indolence also played a role, but Ferold did not doubt Dre.

“Also, there is no doubt about his strength as well as his teaching skills. One of his major lecturers is a guy named Reus Pleus, and he is a very lagging student. No see.”
“Hoo! Yes. He’s heard the name.”
“Besides, as that woman said earlier, she also proved her knowledge and skills in the spirit magic lecture.”
“Ho-ho-ho.”

As Haruth quietly agreed, Ferold’s voice grew stronger.

“It’s utter nonsense that most of the students hate him. Those who don’t show respect for the man with so many achievements and even received the name Sword of Flame are idiots obsessed with bloodlines…”
“Sounds silly!”

It wasn’t Hurrut or Auria who refuted and parted.
Suddenly, he was a wizard standing next to them.
In other words, he surprisingly resisted and approached Herrut’s barrier.
It was a rough barrier, but even so, Huroot laughed at the appearance of a skilled wizard.

“Spiritual magic? Decomposition magic? Of course, I think it’s novel and wonderful magic… But do you know how many dozens of Lord Herut’s spirit magic?”
“…Yes?”
“Don’t wrinkle at the level of magic in front of Hurrut-sama!”

What is this kid saying Perl de narrowed her eyes.
Why are you suddenly compared to Haruth?
Hurrut must have thought so too, and said with a smile.

“I’m talking about Instructor Dre’s skills. It doesn’t matter how many spirit magics I have, right?”
“S-I’m sorry. Inadvertently…”

The crooked mage was also a high mage with the rank of Pleon.
Auria sneered at the appearance of a person who had a similar opinion to her.

“I admit that Instructor Dre is very talented, but to speak out in front of a legendary super-mage… This is why people lack common sense and dignity.”
“What? Is it classy to come into someone else’s lecture and focus on a strange person?”

There were people who took their breath away.
How dare you look at Harut and call him a strange man?
Ferold also looked away in awe.
Actually, Hurrut himself had a carefree expression.
What was surprising to Hur Ruth was that there were more people than expected who hardened their faces as if the student’s words were natural.

“Clap…”

It is interesting.
Does that mean that he was so captivated by Dre that he didn’t care even when the super wizard himself was in front of him?

Furthermore. Until now, there are dozens of students who have been looking only at the entrance where Dre will come in, not even paying attention to Harut.
His classmates, including Ashitana Mayyal, were them.

Aside from the fact that Rius and Dia were looking at Auria from a distance, Harut didn’t seem interested.

‘It must have been possessed by something about that man. What were you obsessed with? Strong? Or toughness? Hehe…’

Ferold, who had made mistakes at Herruth’s laughter, was nervous, but he smiled and invited me to sit to his right.

“Funny. Then can you tell us what he’s been up to?”
“…”

Ferold ignored the gaze around him, but it was difficult to ignore even Herroot’s gaze.
So when he was about to sit on his right…

Rattle.

“What?”

Hearing the carefree voice from afar, Perld paused and looked toward the front door of the faculty.
There, unlike the usual adventurer-like violent appearance, there was Dre, who radiated an unknown charisma with a sophisticated coordination.

Not only the talent group, but also the lineage group students were quite surprised.
To be honest, Dre’s appearance had an image of going to catch a low-level monster or doing chores at any moment.
However, he is now a dignified lecturer worthy of the reputation of Pryu Nar Academy. Doesn’t he have a look that can be called himself?

For a moment, I didn’t even know it was Dre.
If it wasn’t for the stupid way of speaking that doesn’t suit a unique instructor, someone might have been thinking about that.

In the strangely quiet auditorium. Dre looked around the crowd and muttered, “There are a lot of them…”
As Dre raised his hand, a squire and attendant followed from the entrance to thrill the hearts of men.

At the same time, the door to the students opened, and a man with charisma that would be difficult to think of as a student entered. It was gold.

“Hmm?’

Gold that draws attention to Harut.
He also has a natural talent for commerce. He was obviously interested in Hurroot… But he somehow just nodded and immediately turned his head away.
What matters to him now is Dre’s lecture.
I thought it was a big disrespect to try to do business in someone else’s lecture, and I didn’t want to do anything else in my respected brother’s class.

The silence was not long.
When Dre didn’t say much, he soon lost interest in him and looked in Hur Root’s direction, whispering among themselves. The Dre glanced at Herruth and old Emrepes smiled delightedly.

‘You must be wondering why I am doing this?’

There is no particular intention.
It’s just a light maneuver to draw more attention to yourself.
But Dre only looked at him for a fleeting moment and stopped staring at him.

Dre looked around once more at the noisy crowd.
He soon walked to the podium, stood in front of him, and hmm hmm cleared his throat.

“I will begin the lecture now.”

It’s a calm voice.
I wonder if he could turn the mood around, even if he did it in a bizarre and classy way, but Dre didn’t seem to want to change it that much.
Besides, it’s like this. Placed like that…? It shows an awkward appearance such as saying, and even laughs.

Most of the wizards didn’t even look at him when he entered, and they still couldn’t take their eyes off Herruth.
It was the same with the students who came to see Herroot.
How will more than half of the people in this auditorium appeal to Hurt after this lecture is over. It’s just thinking about it.

The other half. Some of the wizards and students who came to Dre’s lectures were really enamored with him, and frowned at their behavior. And…

“You there.”

Dre pointed to one of the particularly noisy boys.
It was a rather noisy room, but the voice of Ryunar was surprisingly clear in his ears.

“Get out.”
“…Are you talking about me?”

Dre gave a big nod to the student with a bewildered face.
Before the student could say anything, Dre pointed out a few more.

“You, you, you, you. Get out.”
“…”
“…”

The classroom is engulfed in silence for a moment.
Soon, complaints erupted.

“We’re here for class!”
“Why are you asking to leave the room all of a sudden?”
“That’s only bloodlines!”

It was.
Those designated by Dre were all bloodlines.
I thought this was biased, so there was a backlash.
But what about Dre? He said, raising his eyebrows.

“Pedigree? I don’t know what you’re talking about, but please leave quickly. It’s noisy.”
“…”

Seeing the dissatisfaction, Dre clicked his tongue.

“To tell you the reason, you at the beginning. Didn’t you tell your friends to surround Herruth as soon as this lecture was over and that I would speak to you first? Go out and do the strategy meeting.”

A man who couldn’t bear to answer and opened his mouth.
The backlash subsided as Dre pointed out, point by point, what the students had said afterwards.

Some noticed
That he had heard all the words of the many people who were whispering to each other in this wide place.
It was a sense that sent chills down the spine.

But most of them were disgruntled.

‘It’s not a very meaningful lecture anyway.’
‘Are they arrogant that Hurrut participated?’
‘If I wasn’t a super wizard, I don’t think I would have participated in a lecture like this.’

But Dre stopped paying attention to them.
However, he cleared his throat and pointed to some awkward wizards.

“You, and the one next to you. Yes. You. You guys, too, get out.”
“What, what…!”
“We are…”
“Should I repeat what you said?”

The two wizards shut their mouths at once.
They were talking about things like meeting Herrut, receiving recognition for their magic, and submitting it to the academic society.

The murmur grew rather loud.
Some thought Dre’s attitude was cocky.

Sword of madness.
But even so, I am a stranger.
There are still people who think that way.
Of course, the students who had a crush on Dre, especially those who believed in the warfare or fanaticism, glared at him, but Dre remained calm.

But.

Ryunar spreads from his body…

Kwajik.

The entire classroom fell silent at the feeling of being squeezed.
Everyone in the room was feeling overwhelmed.

“Hoo.”

Haruth’s interesting tone.

‘I’ve only been in this world for about four months.. Does Ryunar have the ability to apply that much?’

Marveling at what could only be called natural talent, Herroot… Met Dre’s eyes.
Are you paying attention to yourself now? For a moment of delight, Dre stared at him and pointed out the door.

“…”

People’s eyes followed Dre’s gaze and fingers, and it became quieter as they noticed that he was pointing at the door as if looking at Harut and telling him to leave.
Is Huroot blank? He blinked, and Dre nodded at him, then pointed a finger at Herroot.

“Get out.”
“… Huh? Me?”
“Yes. You.”

Male voice.

A commotion spread for a moment… The wizard, overwhelmed by Dre’s unknown spirit, shouted in anger.

“How dare you! You know what kind of person he is, and such a foolish thought…!”

Without Dre’s need to step out, one of the cranes next to him jumped up.

“What? You sannim? You know what kind of person he is?!”

A wizard who muttered that he was arrogant when a student who is a combat student and believes in Nanar’s doctrine points with his finger.

Then Dre said.

“Whoever’s here. It’s my class now, then I’m just a spectator.”
“…”

His tone was quiet and friendly, but he felt something hard to refute.

“Mr. Emrepes, Principal, I’m not too surprised to see the fictional day, and it’s better to get rid of it than to disturb the class.”

A few snorted inwardly.
Now, more than half of the people here have come to see Herroot, but I wonder if I’m misunderstanding something…
I also thought it would be bluffing to ask people to go out anyway because of the instructor’s evaluation.

But Dre added:

“I know that most of you here came to see Emrephes Herrut, who was reclusive. So, you can all leave.”
“…!”
“…What.”

Dre raised his head from his book, squinted his eyes, and slowly turned his head.

“Even if no one is left, I don’t need anyone who didn’t come to listen to my lecture.”

I don’t know why.
Even though he was angry, he was afraid to meet Dre’s gaze.
The people in the audience lowered their heads as if avoiding his gaze.
Then Dre added his words.

“Of course, Lord Hurt.”
“…”

Hart’s smile hardened.

‘…Uh huh. Have you ever been treated like this before?’

There was no
To him, who was overflowing with talent, this kind of attitude lasted eight days in his life. He was the first

“Even if no one is left in the classroom, I will act like that. If so! There are definitely people who come to see me, to take my classes. I will respect them more than you and the like.”

Combat faculties and talents, as well as some wizards and fanatics, looked at Dre with sparkling eyes.

Not to mention Ashita and the others.

“In my heart, I want to take away the uninvited guests with my own hands, who do not know shame or trouble, but I don’t want to get scolded because I’ve been in a lot of accidents these days.

Therefore.
Dre glared at Harut.

“Get out. I think you’ll feel better if you leave.”
“…It’s yours.”

You have been downgraded to your house.
Obviously, interest is declining.
It wasn’t… Yet.

“This, that arrogant…”
“I know what kind of person Heerut is…!”

There were still those who grumbled with grit.
Dre clicked his tongue.

“If you’re annoyed, attack from there. Our principal also attacks first, but he won’t say anything about fighting back.”

Momentary silence.
And soon anger erupts.

“Me, me…! Like a thug…!”
“A person like that is the instructor of this Pryunar Academy!”
“Look. You say that’s a lecturer? Talented guys suck a guy like that?”

“Stop.”

A voice like ice.
The interior of the lecture hall hardened like ice at the voice that seemed to freeze the world, quite different from the warm and friendly voices he had had so far.
Enormous mana takes over the space, enough to scare even Lena, who is protected by the spirits, and Almiraj, who is strong.
Standing right next to Archmage Herruth, Auria even felt her body freeze.

Hurroot slowly raised the old body and she bowed deeply.

“This old man has been rude. I apologize. Instructor Dre.”
“…”
“In my name, I will surely punish those who disturb this lecture. So, please let me stay here.”

People swallowed dry saliva and watched the situation at the request of the super sorceress, even subservient.
But Dre’s reaction was cynical.

“I see.”

That’s all.

“Let’s start class. Take a seat.”

Quiet interior.
Seeing those who couldn’t keep up with the situation and stood still, once again.

“Seating.”

Widely. Taktak.

Not a single person was seated.
The lecture hall, which had been buzzing like a market a minute ago, was dead quiet.

Awesome Wooddeuk.

Bending his neck from side to side, Pundre walked into the middle with a book in his hand.

“The knowledge I will share with you today is…”

Then, the book was torn… In half, and then dropped.

“Doesn’t exist.”
“…”
“…”

Not everyone dared to open their mouths.
I can’t even breathe from the absurdity and the pressure I just had, and this just rolls my head.
I wonder if this might mean something.
But Dre’s next words made me realize that wasn’t the case.

“How am I going to teach knowledge to learned people who have entered the academy? It seems that the students have also prepared for each lesson in the textbooks that were handed out.”

It was true.
This was a place where there were numerous geniuses and beomjae who studied hard enough to be like most wizards.

“So I can’t give you more knowledge than you. I just teach what I can.”

Dre said softly, looking at the students and audience who were still looking at him wondering what was going on.

“I’ll tell you today’s topic.”

He took the chalk and tapped on the blackboard Lena had brought. Tak… Write a letter.
The letters I saw when I lowered the chalk were…

[Her own understanding.]

Dre walked back to the center of the auditorium.
Reus muttered involuntarily.

“Is there a subject called understanding yourself?”
“Get out.”
“?!?!”

Rius is startled. DIA slaps her eyes and tells her to get off quickly.

“Just kidding. That was a good question. Reus. Five points for combat.”
“Oh…! Huh? There’s no such thing as grades in the department…”
“It’s a joke.”
“Damn it…!”

A few of the combat faculties cheered, but the atmosphere was cold.
Dre continues his speech regardless.

“Understand yourself. It’s just the word. Everyone has their own talents. They have suitable powers. For example, Rius, who answered my question just now, has Ki and Ryunar, which suits his body well, and you who stare at me have Mana. Draw.”

The mage who was pointed out while defending Herrut flinched.
Dre raised his hand.

“What I can do is practice, not knowledge.”

Dre cupped his palms and exhaled red Ryunar.

“I. Power… By pouring Ryunar, Ki, Mana, etc., I can understand the information of the target and upgrade the special field. Also. I do not intend to say that it takes time to increase the ability. Effect right away I bet it will appear.”
“…”
“…”
“If you want to experience it, please apply at any time.”

The classroom is still in silence.
However, if he was suppressed by Dre’s spirit, the atmosphere was strong that he was dumbfounded or that he was joking.
What bullshit?
All eyes are like that.
The repertoire of scammers used to be like that.
There were countless people who were executed for stealing money, extortion, sexual harassment or sexual assault because they could upgrade them with their own power.

A lecturer at Prunar Academy talking about absurd things that only a con artist would tell?
No one opened their mouths.
But Dre nodded her head, not at all embarrassed, as if he had expected it.

“No. Come on, Ashita. Come out here.”
“Uh, huh?”

Everyone in her Asita’s her name looked at her.
She is a pretty woman and a celebrity outside.
How about looking around? Uh? As she was reading Dia, she stood up on the podium hesitantly.

The men involuntarily exclaimed.

Ashita is rumored to be the most beautiful girl in school.
Regardless of her faction, she is the object of admiration from all men… Unlike her usual clothes, her thighs are slightly exposed or her shoulders are exposed.
She cringed as she approached Dre, who wrapped his arms around Ashita’s shoulders.

“Uh… De, derange…!”
“Everyone will know Ashita Lacey here.”

As I looked at him as if asking for an answer, quite a few men nodded.

“Anyone taking the same class? I’d like someone who knows Asita’s skills as much as possible.”

In silence, a girl raised her hand.
She was Auria.

“I’m well aware of her skills.”

A woman I don’t like.
Auriah hated her because she was a woman who wanted to solve everything with just her appearance, but she was the one who was favored by the instructor Emily.

Naturally, Ashita didn’t like her either.
Dre closed her mouth and glanced at Ashita, who looked nervous.

“How was her skill usually?”

Ah, Uriah smiled and opened her mouth.

“Brother..”

Just when you’re about to say it’s not good.

[Please speak in moderation.]
At the whisper of a child’s voice, not Dre’s, Auria stopped.
Is this a skill or magic? Ah, Uriah broke out in a cold sweat at her power, which he hadn’t noticed at all, and pondered for a while.
And she soon agreed to obey her words.
Come to think of it, if she puts down a lot on Asita here, her self-image will also be lost.

Watching her take her deep breath, Lena smiled beside her.
Auriah cleared her throat, then she bluntly said:

“Perfect. Student level. I think.”
“I see, thank you.”

Dre asked again, patting her hesitant Ashita on the shoulder.

“When was that?”
“Yes?”
“Finally, I checked this student’s skills.”
“It was about a week ago.”

I remember her then because she nicely passed that big-faced girl in class.

“I see. Thank you.”

Dre finished the question with a booming voice.

“Everyone!! This Asita here, as a student in my major, received the treatment from me yesterday. In other words! She has already blossomed and developed her own talents to some extent!!”

Dre smirks as he sees the eyes of disbelief.

“Fortunately, there are many people around her who can confirm her talent.”

Dre looks around at the many wizards.
All faces full of hostility and distrust.
Even some of the benevolent wizards had slightly uneasy faces.

“It’s simple. This girl’s field is magic. Just defend her magic.”

Dre pats Ashita on the shoulder as if he was thinking something.
Ashita uh… Winced and lowered her head in embarrassment at Dre’s reassuring smile.

“Now then, is there anyone willing to receive this girl’s magic?”

Slightly noisy interior.
As they exchange glances, Dre shrugs her shoulders.

“You seem to be still worried. So while you’re thinking about it, I’ll supplement the explanation. What I amplified is the power of magic. Auria.”
“Uh, yes. Yes.”

Auria, confused because she didn’t know that she knew the name, answered while stuttering her words.

“Have you ever sparred with Ashita-san?”
“…Yes. There is.”
“Then, a fair evaluation of power is possible.”
“Yes. It is possible.”

Surprisingly, Auria calmly agreed.
Although she is strict, she is usually a calm model student.

“Okay. Then Miss Auria, please judge from there. Now, have any of us famous wizards made up their minds yet?”

The wizards take notice of Dre’s words.

‘Are you really going to do this clown thing?’
‘Is that guy sane…?’
‘I’d rather read a book, and I’m still a rookie, so I’m told it’s clumsy…’
‘Did you expand your major? I’m talking nonsense.’

Then one of them raised his hand.
He was Fleon, who had told Dre not to wrinkle in front of Harut with his spirit magic earlier, and who stared at him in resentment after eating Kusari from Dre, and then scolded him for staring at him.

“Oh. You’ve got someone who’s active.”

Dre smiled haha ​​and beckoned to him.
Aside from wanting to look good to Herrut, the wizard wanted to confront Dre head-on, who was talking nonsense.

Personal specialty? Explosion?
It’s what everyone wants, and it’s not easy to get, so it’s a bone-breaking effort.
I wanted to show him that he was blatantly and irresponsibly spitting out such things.

“Herut-nim. Please put a shield on the audience.”
“Hmm..?”
“I’m a gem disease over there.”
“Ah, okay.”

Hurroot, who is immersed in himself, panics and hits the barrier.
Seeing that scene, the wizards were ashamed of themselves.
I wondered how he could do something like that to the famous Emrepes.
The morale of the Pleon mage also became more complacent.
I swore I’d cut that cheeky guy’s nose and humiliate him.

Ashita clung to Dre as the atmosphere became more threatening.

“De, Derain! I’m weak! I didn’t tell you. I don’t know about studying, but practice is rat poison…”

Ashita was worried about herself, but also afraid that Dre’s reputation would be damaged.
In response to her natural concern, Dre gently pulled Ashita on the shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“Trust me.”
“…!”

Ashita shudders and the students harden their skinship as if they were lovers.
It was a very fleeting contact, and he soon removed her body… But Ashita was clearly out of the tension from earlier.

She blushed and glared at her frantic frown.

“…Uh, I don’t know what happens?”
“Um. Of course. If anything goes wrong, I’m responsible.”
“…Heng. Then it’s fine.”

Dre said, clearing her throat.

“Hey mage… What’s your name?”
“..Fungzhi.”
“Yes. Peng Zhi. Are you confident in your defense magic?”

Peng Zhi’s face hardened as if he thought it was a provocation.

“…! You’ve qualified for first-class defense magic.”

The boisterous students and Ho-oh! Wizards exclaiming.
Dre got it right, she laughed.

“Wow. Is that really difficult?”

Nelf, who had been watching her intriguedly, spoke happily, and then her Clary Le seemed dumbfounded.

“You got it too, Nelf.”
“So I am a genius.”
“…”

Dre exclaimed, calming the buzz with claps of applause as if it went well.

“Okay! Deploy defensive magic anytime! I’ll take that as a signal!”
“Joy!”

Gying

As if there was nothing to wait for, at the end of her words, five colors of shields, castles, and tortoise shells… Spells reminiscent of ‘defense’ popped out.
Ashita, who was watching, was astonished at the high level.

“De, Derain. I don’t think I can break that one half half half half…”
“I don’t think so.”
“…Ac!”

Ashita stretched out her hand in front of me as if I didn’t know.
If it’s the magic she uses best… There is.

Basic magic. Things like fireballs.
Ashita worked hard, so I know.
Even if you try to do advanced magic in a situation like this, you will fail more because you are nervous.

In other words, what she cast was basic magic among basic magic.
Magic Arrow.

A sphere of mana is condensed in the palm of your hand.

“What a pity…”
“Still, you can see the effort. The chanting is fast. He seems to be a fairly solid student.”

Laughter of wizards.
And cheers and contempt poured out from the students at the same time.

“Cheer up Ashita!”
“Goddess!”
“He’s funny. I know he can really do anything.”
“It’s the end of the princess disease.”

The support of male students and the envy of female students.

“Garat Ashita!”
“Brother Dre! Show me something!”
“Who are you calling your brother?”

Support from Mayalius Gold and others.
And in the middle of the tension… Peng Zhi shouted.

“Come on!”

At that, Ashita closed her eyes and fired an arrow.

“Eh, hey!”

Shuaak.

A familiar yet…Unfamiliar feeling when Magic Arrow is activated.
That moment when you want to hear the sound of tearing the air.

Boaaak!!

With a sound that seemed to rip through the air, Fengzhi opened her eyes.
It’s huge.
In short, it was huge enough to cover the entire stage.

Soon, Magic Arrow and all kinds of defensive magic collided.

Aaaaa!!

A roar and fragments of mana swept through the hall like a storm.

“Kyaaaaa!”
“Aaaaa!”

Quaaac!! Charrrr

However, the explosion soon stopped.
No, it disappears like time goes back.

“It’s true.”

It was Hurt.
He stretched out his hand and worked the magic… His eyes wide open.

“Is that a magic arrow?

Confident that they were safe, they lifted their heads one by one.
And before long… Surprising exclamations and gazes poured out.
The platform was half destroyed and no defensive magic remained.

Ashita looked down at her hands and said, eh…? He let out a moan of astonishment.
And in the middle of the smoke, Dre nodded his head nonchalantly and muttered in secret.

“I almost got fucked, bastard…”