Chapter 339

Chapter 339

”‘No way the professors would fight each other, especially during class time, right? It’ll probably just be a light scuffle.’”

In the end, what Sion and Demona thought was half right and half wrong.

The half that was right was that Diar and Timothy did indeed begin to fight at the school, and in the classroom at that.

The half that was wrong was:

Rumble-clatter-boom—!!!! Whoosh— Bang—!!!

”‘T-they’re fighting to this extent?!’”

The two of them fought so fiercely that it truly surpassed Sion’s and Demona’s imaginations.

At the immense explosion and shock, debris began to fly everywhere.

[You punk whose birth certificate ink hasn’t even dried yet!]

“Gasp! Lord Diar, aren’t you way too thin?!”

[What?! What does that mean!]

The two of them exchanged harsh words and began to cast all kinds of holy magic.

Of course, most of the attacks were launched by Diar, and Timothy was busy defending himself.

It was a level of holy magic that would never be seen in a simple joke with students; professor-grade holy magic flew past their heads, swept through the space, and collided with one another.

That alone would have been a relief.

The casting speed was so incredibly fast that if they blinked once, the holy magic they were originally looking at would be long gone, and two or three exchanges would have already passed.

That meant, in other words:

‘Damn it, shouldn’t they show some consideration for the black mage caught in the middle?’

It also meant that, even though he was not the direct target of the attacks, Roan’s entire body throbbed and ached as if he had been beaten.

…But consideration aside, as a black mage, he actually had to be thankful that he wasn’t currently the target of those offensive holy spells.

Wooong─

[Go stop them!]

‘How on earth can I!’

The false divinity, which had suddenly been subjected to heavy labor during class, groaned, but honestly, Roan couldn’t do anything about it either.

Each and every professor was literally a natural disaster.

Moreover, both Diar and Timothy were on the stronger side among the professors.

The Acherandir professors, whose combat power was suspiciously proportional to their eccentricity!

‘Besides, that’s not even them fighting seriously, it’s just at the level of messing around!’

It was just as Roan thought.

Honestly, there was no way two professors would engage in a serious battle over a pop quiz that they had no intention of taking or grading anyway.

“Aack! Roan, save meee!”

Demona was flying around so well that she might as well have had wings by now, but in any case, it wasn’t a serious threat to her.

Pausing in the middle of casting a holy spell, Diar spoke in a dumbfounded tone.

[I even put a protective holy spell on that girl, so why is she acting like that?]

Just as he said, Roan, Sion, and Demona were surrounded by protective magic to prevent them from being swept up in the holy spells.

But because of Roan’s physical condition, no answer came this time.

And in the meantime.

“I’m sorry, Lord Diar! I will visit you later when I have something to ask!”

[You insolent fellow! At least buy some bookworm repellent before you come talk to me!]

“Darc! I will definitely see that Abyssal Dragon next time!”

Timothy fled the classroom just like that, throwing out a typical villainous line.

Only then did Roan feel the throbbing pain subside slightly and raised his body.

Sion asked Roan with a worried look.

“Roan, are you okay?”

“…Yeah.”

Roan replied in an unpleasant tone that made it sound like he was not okay at all just by listening to him.

Crash─!

“Ack! Sion! Anyone can see I’m the one who’s hurt more, so shouldn’t you be worrying about me instead?”

“Hmph! You can take care of yourself!”

Demona returned to her seat, groaning and placing her hands on her waist.

“But did you happen to get affected by the holy magic? Demona and I are perfectly fine.”

Sion asked Roan once more.

After all, Roan’s complexion had become a bit haggard compared to earlier.

Roan stared at Sion for a moment.

‘How did she know?’

Was the intuition of a saintess candidate really different?

Wooong─

[How did she know? Just look at yourself. You look exactly like a drowned rat.]

The false divinity scolded Roan.

Although he wasn’t literally like a drowned rat, it was certainly noticeable.

[Tsk, if a black mage wants to live in this place, they have to endure at least that much.]

Only then did Diar also belatedly remember that Roan was a black mage, grumbling through the Gospel to hide his embarrassment.

‘The point is that you engaged in a completely unnecessary fight…’

Who could complain about being swept up in holy magic used to beat down a villain?

As long as that villain wasn’t a fellow black mage, Roan could willingly understand.

…In reality, it meant he had very little intention of understanding.

But since he couldn’t voice these inner thoughts, Roan decided to just remain silent.

Demona looked around the messy classroom and spoke.

“Wow~ What kind of holy magic did you use? I couldn’t even see it properly.”

“Hmph, stupid Demona. That’s because you didn’t study!”

“What? Then did you recognize any, Sion?”

“Of course! It was the Descent of the Cloud of Glory, wasn’t it?”

“And?”

“And…”

Sion trailed off at Demona’s sparkling-eyed question.

‘I only saw that one too…’

In the exchange that took place so quickly, there was only one holy spell she had recognized for sure.

There were a few she had half-guessed, but she lacked the confidence to speak of them proudly.

However, considering that the ‘Descent of the Cloud of Glory’ she mentioned was a holy spell that ordinary people would never even get to witness, it was a fairly commendable level.

Just then, Roan spoke, his face still grim.

“Holy Dissemination of the Baptizer, Saint’s Firm Rejection, Spirit of the Sole One, Archangel’s Flutter, Gaze of the Angel of Discipline…”

“I-I think you can stop telling us now, Roan…”

Demona, put off by the names of the holy spells pouring out before she could even process them, stopped Roan.

Roan raised an eyebrow and asked.

“Why? There are still a few left. Didn’t you say you were curious?”

“I’m not so curious anymore…”

Demona shook her head, her shoulders drooping.

She was also extremely tired from being swept up and sent flying by the holy magic just now.

“For some reason, a study ghost like you seems like they would say, ‘Now, practice these holy spells while I’m asking nicely!’…”

“What in the…”

Roan glared at Demona with a look of pity.

Even Roan had a conscience.

The holy spells the professors had cast like a joke, which Roan had listed, were all high-level spells ranging from upper-intermediate to advanced.

It was a realm that Roan himself couldn’t properly touch yet, so would he really make Demona practice them?

‘Besides, there’s no benefit to me if the successor of Wicronon becomes stronger anyway!’

For Roan, it was clear that Demona continuing to show such a pathetic side would help his survival.

He had merely meant that she should at least master the basics so she wouldn’t look frustrating to watch.

At that moment, Diar spoke in a Gospel only audible to Roan.

[Are you really a black mage?]

He had heard from Harden that Roan had already engraved the dark mark and reached intermediate black magic.

Even that was worthy of being called a miracle, but yes, yielding a hundred steps, it could be possible.

Using the Divine Language so well last week could also be brushed aside, since it was a technique that used only the status of one’s existence, regardless of holy power.

But isn’t it a bit strange for a black mage to list off high-level holy spells just by looking at them?

And it wasn’t as if they had demonstrated it slowly for him to guess, but he had only seen them used in battle.

Roan pondered for a moment and made some sound.

“……”

“Huh? What did you say, Roan?”

“It’s nothing.”

Sion, who hadn’t heard his words clearly, asked in question, but Roan simply waved his hand.

Meanwhile, Diar, who heard Roan’s voice:

Shiver—

“Huh? Roan, the professor is acting strange. He’s shaking? Could that be—”

“He must be cold.”

“Aha~ I was wondering what it was.”

Began to tremble violently on his cover, extremely enraged.

That was because the short Divine Language phrase Roan uttered could be roughly translated as:

‘It is common sense.’

Interpreted as such.

Diar flipped to a page he only used when extremely angry, and wrote a sentence hidden from others.

— To think I would regret teaching him the Divine Language this much! —

He had thought it was only frustrating that someone couldn’t speak a proper word even after being taught for a hundred years—indeed, many professors had taken classes like this—

But for a student to casually throw such words in the Divine Language was truly irritating.

— But I didn’t actually teach Darc? Then isn’t it fine? —

But like a wise book that had lived for over ten thousand years, Diar knew how to view the matter from a different perspective.

Having calmed his anger to some extent, Diar fluttered his cover and distributed the test papers he had prepared to the three.

[Now, as I said earlier, I prepared especially easy questions for this pop quiz. Solve them yourselves.]

Demona, upon receiving the test paper, was startled.

“M-Multiple choice!!! Does this make sense? Roan?!”

Heavens, a multiple-choice test in Acherandir!

Demona, her eyes wide, tried to grab Roan’s shoulders and shed tears of emotion.

Roan woke her up to reality in a cold voice.

“Yes, must be nice. Then would you try reading question number one?”

“That’s…!”

At Roan’s request, Demona, who stared at the test paper and pondered for a moment, soon sat back down dejectedly.

“I can’t read it…”

As Demona said, the test paper Diar gave was indeed multiple-choice.

However.

— 1. … ˙ …. ∵. … ˚.

➀ ·· ˚

➁ ˚ ˙

➂ ∴˙

➃ ¨ ─

The very minor problem was that both the questions and the choices were written in the Divine Language…

Demona cautiously raised her hand and called Diar.

“Excuse me, Professor?”

[What is it.]

“May I ask just one question?”

[If it is a useless question, it’s a 100 talants fine. So, is that the question?]

“Heek, no! It’s because I can’t understand the questions. Isn’t my test paper the only one that’s wrong?”

[That’s 100 talants.]

“Ack! I don’t think it was a useless question!”

[Beyond useless, it’s not even worth answering.]

At this rate, it was as if Demona went around collecting fines every class.

However, Diar’s words that he had made it easy because they were freshmen were not a lie.

Scribble— scribble…

In fact, Sion was also managing to understand the questions and solve them, albeit slowly.

‘Simplified Divine Language, the professor really showed consideration for us!’

Although she tended to fade in comparison to Roan, Sion was second to none when it came to being a bookworm.

…In fact, since Roan didn’t study the curriculum at this point, it was true that Sion was the most hardworking student among the Acherandir freshmen.

In any case, what would she have studied while dozing off at her desk?

Of course, she had not forgotten to learn materials regarding the Divine Language.

However, understanding the true Divine Language was still too much for her, and she had only stopped at the level of ‘simplified Divine Language’ that people had created after the Age of Gods and Humans.

Fortunately, Diar had written the pop quiz questions in that simplified Divine Language.

Even so, unless one had studied as much as she had, it was a level of difficulty that was impossible to solve, and one would simply give up from the beginning like Demona.

‘This time, I must show Roan my ability!’

Sion, feeling that her struggle against sleep to study had paid off, made a ambitious vow.

Having set her goal, even though it was the difficult Divine Language, the problems seemed to solve themselves even better than when she was studying!

Sion somehow managed to solve about two questions, and before moving on to the next, she unconsciously glanced toward where Roan was sitting.

Slide—

“I’m finished.”

“……?!?!!!?”

Roan, regardless of Sion’s ambitious aspirations, was already standing up after solving everything…