Chapter 262 – The Dark Elf and the Swordsman (3)
Icher could be satisfied just by following his class. I was expecting him because he said he had a collection of smart children from the empire, but he was all just a slave to grades, and there were no guys who studied. Looking at Marey, he liked the way he focused on his studies rather than his grades.
Well, did he like this look and made him his disciple? I wish he had taught me magic, not theory. It was just a little disappointing.
“This part… It’s similar to what I heard in Professor Illien’s class…”
However, it was a bit lacking in social skills. No, do you not know yet? He’s the type who doesn’t really care about himself, but since there are so many arrogant professors, it was kind of unwritten to mention other professors in class, but this kid didn’t seem to know.
“Magic basically follows the process of acceptance and transformation, so there is a high probability that the parts are similar. The parts are not similar, but the same function. Because magic started with one root. Now, if you look here…”
He didn’t have to correct it on his own. Well, he only had to teach himself if the other professors didn’t like it. It seemed that he had more talent than he thought, and if Illien accepted it, there was a high probability that he would be a great talent.
“According to Professor Idrienne’s interpretation…”
“Yes, it is correct to interpret it that way. For a moment. Is it Idrien? Idrien Ksacru? Professor Illien’s twin brother?”
“Ah yes.”
Seeing the boy nodding, Ischer looked blankly at the boy.
“That personality is bad… No no. Come to think of it. I’m Professor Illien’s student, can I take Professor Idrien’s class?”
“Yes? What do you mean by that…?”
At the bewildered look of the boy, Isher Valentine let out a big sigh. She should have refrained from sighing in front of her students, but not this one. It was accurate to say that she couldn’t stand it.
“…Don’t tell Professor Idrien that you became Professor Illien’s disciple. Got it?”
“Yes? Why is that?”
How lucky is this Illien, knowing nothing about Idrien’s strange possessiveness and obsession, couldn’t have told his pupil to beware of her brother. Even she herself doesn’t understand why Idrien shows so much affection for Illien, so how should she explain this to the boy?
“It’s just that Professor Illien doesn’t like taking students. Professor Idrienne.”
It was clearly something that could not convince the boy. But I can’t say anything else, because there were times when Icher Le Valentine, who thought she knew the two of them well, couldn’t understand Idrienne’s behavior…
I can’t convince the boy with such illogical words…
“Professor Idrienne? You rather like it…?”
“What?”
That bad-tempered bitch? Icher barely swallowed the screams that erupted from her throat. Then she looked at the boy in front of her eyes again. No, she looked closely to see again. Did she say first grade. He was a little boy. He was a petite boy. He had a charming face, and he was a bit fragile, so he still looked like a girl.
Yes, I didn’t know if Idrienne could tolerate this much. A bitch bad enough to have a temper with a little boy who doesn’t seem to have even developed secondary sexual characteristics. No, he’s good enough. Itcher frowned and looked at the boy. I looked over several times to see if the two elves had something in common, but I couldn’t find anything. I just know that it’s cute.
“It’s strange… What Professor Illien accepted as a disciple… What Professor Idrien likes…”
“Ahaha…”
Icher wondered what kind of person Idrien was. She used to be a scary elf who used to strangle her and threaten her, but now Marei couldn’t help but laugh at the image of Idrien, who was full of lust and craving her affection, begging for her to play provocatively.
Looking at Marey like that, does she have a natural talent for magic by any chance? Icher wanted to ask, but he wasn’t insensitive enough to ask that directly.
“Well, let’s talk privately later. Because there are still many cakes left. First of all, let’s look at the curse spell written on the page…”
And time too. At Icher’s words, Marei nodded her head. She was just ringing the break bell. Since she was the two of them having a break in between, her classes continued.
The present black magic was a combination of past black magic, curses, and other non-mainstream magic. Even though it was an introduction, it was more than twice as thick as the combination of elemental magic and white magic that Marey was studying, and all Marey could do was write down.
Itcher’s class was enjoyable to listen to, but frightening to study. As the student I met on the first day warned, there was a clear reason why other students were avoiding class.
There was a lot of content, but nothing went to waste. It was basic not to read the book, but to leave two or three lines of your thoughts and comments on every page. When he listened to the explanation of the content that he had just passed by, or the explanation of the content in front of him, Marey could clearly understand that just taking notes was the limit.
As if she was memorizing the entire book, she couldn’t breathe at the progress that she pushed forward naturally as if she had just memorized the contents to be taught.
“Since the bell has rung, it’s a 20-minute break~! No, not this.. Hmm.. It’s a break.”
At Icher’s words, Marei let go of her pen and immediately landed on the bookshelf. Will she be able to hold on? A pathetic thought ensued. She’s going crazy with just the amount she went out for a day, but can she study this properly and take the test? She got ahead of her worries. No, she’s not in class to take a test. If you fail, you just have to study again. Why do you have strange thoughts?
It was a narrow-minded idea. It felt like a lump of breath was hovering inside. When I get up and forcefully twist and stretch, I gasp for breath with disgusting greed.
“Are you tired?”
Itcher seemed to be laughing. She still only showed faint outlines under her robes. She seemed to be self-deprecating rather than delighted. Marey nodded her head. She had a mountain of questions she wanted to ask.
“Everyone said it would be difficult, but I think I was overconfident in my abilities. Ugh… Because her head was warm…”
Ycher laughed softly and took out the remaining cake of hers. Idrien said that she was enough for two people, and she left more than two pieces of cake at every break, so she left a large paper bag full of cakes.
Ycher Valentine was very fond of her, but having to eat two of her most delicious slices of cake every hour was a bit of a pain for Marey. Since she was a child, her van habit did not allow her to leave food.
“Oh, I’m full and I have lunch, so would you like some more?”
Marey offered Icher her cake, which was allotted in front of her. She still has lunch plans with Philia, but she thinks that if she eats cakes nonstop here, she’ll eat lunch in bits and pieces, then she thinks Philia will be angry.
“Then thank you. I think Professor Illien bought it for you. Sorry for this… Because I can’t enter Le Malen. It’s not easy to say no.”
Next time I’ll repay you with something cooler. Having said that, Icher accepted the cake Marey handed over with both hands. Until you have to repay… I shook my head at the muttering Marey.
“Professor Illien will also be invited, so don’t refuse. If you are Professor Illien’s disciple, my… No. No, forget it I was talking nonsense.”
Icher looked bewildered, averting Marey’s gaze and picking up her plastic fork.
“Ren. Are you close with Professor Illien?”
“It’s Ren…”
At Marey’s slip of the tongue, Icher looked at her little boy as if chewing on something. She calls her nickname Perhaps, when she is alone, she calls her Professor Ren. As she gave her pupils the nicknames her parents used to call her, it seemed that Edrien wasn’t just raising her pupils for pastime.
I thought maybe it was a little more, no, a lot deeper. She shook her head at the sight of the cute boy staring at her. Seriously, it’s not even a novel, it’s just what I’m thinking.
“I was indebted to Professor Illien’s house when I was young. That much, she doesn’t have to worry about it.”
She didn’t have to tell this boy about herself if Illien hadn’t told her about herself. It seems that she didn’t hear anything properly from Professor Illien about this child either.
“Ah… Yes.”
The boy nodded his head at the cold reply. Itcher is starting to like this boy a little bit. Knowing how to keep the line, easily understanding the line drawn by the other person, is a very difficult thing for a boy this age. Then this child is not timid, but full of caring.
“I have nothing to say if Professor Illien tells me, but if not, I’m too ambiguous.”
Icher smiled as she looked at her Marey with the best affectionate face she could show. And she let out a small sigh as she immediately remembered that she was wearing her magic robes, so she wouldn’t show any expression to the boy in front of her. This is why she didn’t want to talk to people.
“Ah, come to think of it, I had a lot of questions…”
Seeing the boy flipping through books even during break time, Ischer leaned against the backrest. If you are a student, you should have this taste, I kicked the other students in my heart who were just taking notes and running away with eyes like dead fish. When it came to guys studying for grades, she herself refused.
Lauren, that bad-tempered green dragon would say something, but that was it. She thought that even if this child had a little bit of Lauren’s personality, she would be bored, but she enjoyed the class more than she thought. A bright yet curious student was always welcome.
“During class, I was curious about the content about the Dark Elves here…”
Cancel what you just said. Isher let out a small sigh.
“This… Just… I do not need.”
He bit his lip tightly at the sound of a stammering voice. No, she might have had a bad personality. There was no way her veins would go anywhere. Did she come to know this guy? She thought. Icher looked at Marey with his lips moving several times.
“Yes?”
How should I react to the boy’s expression of doubt? Is it acting or is it sincerity? She might not know anything.
“I will not appear on the exam. It’s a species that doesn’t exist anymore… You will hardly ever see them.”
It was a lame excuse. In the subject of confidently talking about not studying while thinking about the exam, the words that jumped out in a hurry now were words that the seeds he hated the most would say.
“Isn’t that what you need to know more about? I might be offended…”
Isher let out a small sigh. She’d rather keep her mouth shut. She made a pitiful excuse and wanted to punish herself. She was there and she wanted to believe this boy once.
“Have you ever seen a dark elf?”
“No…?”
Icher nodded his head.
“What do you think of Dark Elves?”
“Yes? That… Elf’s friend… How much?”
Isher let out a small laugh. She felt relieved at the sight of the boy looking up at her with deer-like eyes.
She said that Icher’s class was too vague for her to call it a class. It was more accurate to call her a private tutor. She stuck right next to her, gave each word with a pen, and rechecked the class several times. Marei couldn’t erase the feeling of private tutoring that the classmates were talking about.
The problem was that the progress of the class was faster than the previous class and contained more content. She was breathless at the class, which was conducted at a speed that was incomparable to the previous week when she was teaching as a blackboard.
“Um, this part…”
“Let me explain again.”
She couldn’t keep up with Icher’s voice unless she asked questions or checked every time at a tempo several times faster. Even when her flow was cut off between her intermittent questions, she kindly informed me of Lee Cher without saying anything.
Sitting right next to her and writing detailed explanations in Marey’s book, her body, which was close to her, gave off a strangely refreshing scent that cleared her mind. Her robe smelled strangely sweet, but it was so clingy that it couldn’t cover the smell that seemed to come from her skin.
A sweet scent like Idrienne or Illien’s skin. No, it had a slightly lighter sweetness and a clear scent that reminded me of a forest. A thick scent that comes from coniferous forests in the cold northern winter.
“Are you listening? This part is the important part. Here…”
“Ji, I’ll focus… !”
Shaking her head, Marei focused on Icher’s explanation again.
“Time is ambiguous…”
Ycher looked at her watch and let out a small sigh. It was an ambiguous time for her to make progress. I could have said that I would finish class early today, but I was just curious. A simple curiosity about Marais de Parwen, who followed the class right next to him, panting so much that his ears were dyed red.
“Yes?”
Marey shrugged her shoulders when she asked. She knew at least that Professor Illien or Idrien would have her students. However, that was in the very distant future, and what the two people in the midst of research needed was a research assistant, not a student.
For the Ksacru sisters, who were enjoying their peak at the society, the wizards of the society were all over the place. To be a disciple of a wizard was almost like a biological child without a right of inheritance. Since they are magical beings, there are many cases where they do not marry, so it was ambiguous to say that they had no right to inherit.
