Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Sion stared blankly at Roan, who was already rising after solving all the questions.

Demona, sitting next to her, spoke to Sion in a comforting tone.

“Endure it, Sion. No matter what, if a saintess candidate swears so vulgarly, she’ll get kicked out.”

“Stupid Demona! What do you know?”

Sion glared at Demona, who was speaking as if Sion had already let out a stream of foul language, and snapped at her.

Demona’s eyes widened as she asked back.

“Weren’t you about to swear?”

“…….”

Sion couldn’t bring herself to answer.

It felt as though she had indeed almost sworn, just like Demona said, but also as though she hadn’t…

Demona smiled, as if to say, ‘See?’

“It’s okay~ I’m a Wicronon, right? I understand your heart completely~”

Sion, who had been glaring fiercely at Demona, uttered a word.

“Kyaoong, kit-kit.”

“W-what? Sion, don’t tell me you…”

“It’s nothing.”

Knowing that Roan and Nia used the language of the Desert Lizardmen, she had gone to the library and briefly looked up a word.

If Bel had heard it, he would have been shocked and said, [Such harsh words…!]

As they say, when a person learns a different language, swear words are the first to be remembered.

Sion, feeling her mood lighten slightly, turned her head away primly.

‘Since this is the Desert Lizardman language, it should be fine!’

It wasn’t.

‘And since the opponent is Demona!’

That could be true.

In any case, Sion focused on the test paper again.

‘I didn’t expect him to solve it so quickly, but it must be the result of studying harder than me.’

She had been conceited because the questions were easier to solve than expected, but since she had no intention of trying to beat Roan in the first place, she accepted it quickly.

Doing one’s best even if one lacked skill was also an important virtue of the Empire.

Meanwhile, Diar looked at Roan, who had stood up almost as soon as he received the test paper, with a suspicious gaze—purely a figurative expression—and spoke.

[If you guessed everything because you couldn’t understand, I will block the reconstruction of the Darc family with all my power.]

“Heeek—!!!!”

The reaction to the bloodthirsty threat came not from Roan, but from the innocent Demona.

‘She was completely planning to guess.’

It was obvious from the way she freaked out and muttered, “W-well, I’m from the Wicronon family anyway… and we didn’t go extinct…”

Setting that aside, Roan spoke, trying his best to hide his immense displeasure.

“What do you take me for?”

[A black mage who infiltrated the Holy Academy?]

It was an incredibly accurate fact.

Thus, Roan was actually more startled and checked Sion’s and Demona’s reactions.

Fortunately, and obviously, it was a Gospel heard only by Roan.

Roan gritted his teeth slightly and spoke.

“Even if I were to receive a failing grade, I would never do something so senseless and dirty as proudly exposing my ignorance or stealing others’ knowledge.”

“Heeeek—!”

‘Why does she keep getting startled on her own…’

Roan found Demona, who kept reacting to every single word behind him in tiny details, extremely annoying.

Diar fluttered his pages.

[Of course you shouldn’t. You weren’t planning to say something obvious and then think to yourself, ‘That was pretty cool,’ right?]

“……I was not.”

When Roan’s response was slightly delayed, Diar rubbed his pages as if giggling in ridicule.

Roan submitted the test paper to Diar.

“You really made it easy, just as you said. Thank you.”

[…….]

This was a minor revenge.

Diar spoke threateningly.

[Right, let’s see just how easy it was. If it’s not a perfect score…]

But Diar’s harsh tone did not last long.

Since the test paper was actually Diar’s own page, he was able to grade it without even looking.

It was a perfect score, beyond any doubt.

Diar thought to himself.

[No matter how well he can use the Divine Language, reading it and speaking it are different…]

“Professor, I can hear you.”

To be precise, he had intended to think it.

[……Ah, I’m sorry. When you get old, your inner thoughts just leak out.]

“Yes, I understand.”

[Cheeky brat…]

In truth, there was another reason why Diar had written the test in simplified Divine Language, besides showing consideration for the freshmen.

It was because if he wrote it in the official Divine Language, it would be too advantageous for Roan.

Though similar, the system was strictly a bit different, so the purpose was to judge if Roan truly possessed proper knowledge of the Divine Language or if he only possessed talent.

But at this point, the attempt to test him was wrong from the start.

Roan watched the circles drawn on his test paper and asked calmly.

“Then may I leave now?”

Diar’s class was an extreme performance-based system.

If you had learned all the material for the week, the class was over right then.

[Hmph! I hear you rose to the intermediate level this time? And you even obtained the same Mark of Radiance, or whatever it is, just like your father.]

“……Yes.”

Roan felt a creeping anxiety, while resigning himself at the same time.

‘He won’t just let me go.’

By now, Roan could roughly guess what the professors would demand just by hearing their opening words.

He would definitely hand over another test paper.

[Still, a guy who is intermediate in name shouldn’t take the same test as the other students! Now, solve one more sheet before you go.]

Another one of Diar’s pages was freshly torn off.

Although the situation was already set, Roan decided to try struggling once anyway.

“But I have already finished my test…”

[Good grief, maybe it’s because I’m getting old lately, but my inner thoughts keep slipping out. I feel like something terrible might happen at this rate.]

“…….”

Roan looked at Diar with an expression as if looking at a ten-thousand-year-old sly snake.

How could someone threaten so spitefully?

Flutter—

Since things had turned out this way, Roan had no choice but to accept the new test paper.

‘I’ll just solve it quickly anyway.’

— 1st Semester Divine Language Class Pop Quiz (For Professors) (For Intermediate) —

At the very top, a strikethrough was drawn over ‘(For Professors)’ and ‘(For Intermediate)’ was newly added.

‘He could easily erase it since it’s his own page anyway…!’

It was clearly a trace left behind on purpose to irritate Roan.

Roan regretted his action of provoking Diar too much.

Had he forgotten once again that when a student gets annoyed, that’s the end of it, but a professor can seek revenge as much as they want?

There weren’t even course evaluations in Acherandir like on Earth!

But since there was nothing he could do about the test paper he had already received, Roan sat back down.

— 1. ··. ·.··. …….

Answer:

—

The test paper Diar had prepared for the professors—or rather, for the intermediate black mage (?)—was short-answer, unlike before.

Naturally, it was written in the official Divine Language instead of the simplified Divine Language.

The difficulty was on a completely different dimension compared to the first test paper, so Roan also needed to ponder a bit at this point.

‘I haven’t used the Divine Language that much either… so it’s a bit hazy.’

Of course, perhaps because his absurd black magic talent stat also gave him an immense status of existence, he had a slight feel for it.

But that was far from enough to satisfy Roan’s personality, which always demanded absolute certainty.

“……”

‘Is it this?’

Roan muttered the Divine Language phrase he thought was the answer, based on what roughly came to mind.

Even if it didn’t manifest physically like last time, if it was the correct answer, there would be some reaction…

Pop—!

He had thought, but the reaction was much clearer than Roan had expected.

A light shaped like a cotton ball had appeared in front of Roan’s eyes.

“Oh? Roan, what kind of holy magic is that?”

Demona, who was sitting next to him and struggling to solve the questions—though one had to wonder what she was so deep in thought about on a test paper she couldn’t even read—tilted her head and asked.

“……It’s not holy magic.”

Roan replied awkwardly.

“What?! Then did you make it?”

“Well. All sorts of things happen in Acherandir.”

“Aha~ I was wondering what it was.”

Of course, Roan had made it.

But the light Roan created was not merely simple light.

Pop—! Pop—! Pop—! Poof—

The cotton ball bounced around on the desk a few times and soon vanished with a poof.

Seeing that, Roan nodded and wrote the answer on the test paper.

“Hmm, it’s correct.”

He hadn’t been sure because the shape was so vague, but looking at its movements, it was indeed a light spirit.

The Divine Language phrase Roan had pronounced was ‘light, spirit, creation’.

‘I thought I pronounced it quite well, but for it to not even be lowest-tier, I really still lack skill.’

However, it was barely treated as a spirit by classification; at that level, it would decompose in nature before long.

Spirits of that level could be found very commonly in places known to be somewhat spiritual.

Meaning it didn’t really satisfy Roan.

…Was, of course, purely Roan’s own thoughts.

[Darc, are you by any chance thinking, ‘My skill is still lacking’?]

“Ah, Professor. How did you know? As expected, you are the one who has inherited Lord Hiloa’s most intimate intentions. As you said, I am truly lacking.”

[Uh… right.]

Diar didn’t even want to converse with him any further.

To say it again, Roan had not ‘summoned’ a spirit, he had ‘created’ it.

There would have been no problem in writing the answer just by translating, ‘How does one summon a light spirit?’ but

He had muttered something to himself and suddenly created a real spirit!

Lowest-tier spirit or natural decomposition aside, creating a living being carried a completely different meaning.

‘Well, since he used the Divine Language from the very first class… I should definitely have him do it.’

Diar solidified a certain decision.

In any case, Roan continued to mutter in the Divine Language to check the answers to the questions.

“……”

Crackle—!

“A-A tree?”

“All sorts of things really do happen in Acherandir.”

“Ah, by the way. Roan, do you know what you say when you pick up wood on the street?”

“Shut up and solve the test.”

“O-okay…”

“…What is it, stupid Demona?”

“Hehe, Sion, you were curious while pretending not to be?”

“Just tell me the answer.”

“Wood-deuk.”

“?!”

While a sapling suddenly grew from the desk.

“……”

Crack—!

“Ack! My desk warped!”

“My word, I suppose we should indeed call it one of the four great sanctuaries of the Empire.”

“I mean, it wasn’t doing this until now, so why is it doing it now…”

“……”

Bang—!!

“Ack, a bomb!”

“Oh.”

All kinds of strange phenomena began to occur around Roan every time he muttered.

The air turned purple, electricity surged from his pencil, the wooden floor turned soft and mushy…

Demona, who had initially thought, ‘Is it because it’s Acherandir?’ as Roan said, had now completely adapted.

Clap, clap, clap, clap—!

“Wow! Roan, you’re amazing!”

“Well, this is Acherandir’s—”

“Now use black magic in the Divine Language too!”

He didn’t even need to use the Divine Language for that.

She had been clapping and enjoying it every time Roan caused a strange phenomenon with the Divine Language.

Roan was now too tired of making excuses, so he decided to just focus on solving the test questions.

Diar, unable to watch any longer, also spoke to Demona.

[Wicronon, focus on solving your own test questions.]

“Heek! Just not a fine!”

Demona, worried she might get fined again, quickly focused her gaze on the test paper.

Diar spoke, rubbing his pages as if clicking his tongue.

[Tsk, tsk, pathetic punk. I wonder how your first Wicronon is doing wherever he is?]

“!!”

Even Roan was shocked by that atrocious remark.

‘Even black mages rarely insult family members!’