episode_0104

An unfortunate sum that failed even for archmages who reached a level beyond advanced magic. Although its power has been proven, no one has yet seen the end of the sum.

The great wizard of the past found the reason for failure in superconductivity to be something other than the state.

Although the answer ended without being found, Berador is now trying to take over.

furthermore.

The archmage was already holding in his hand the last key he had been unable to find.

“Gla.”

Since he is an ice spirit, his name is Gla, which comes from an ice magic chant.

At first, I tilted my head as if he was referring to me, but now I really like that name.

Two weeks ago. So, on the day he returned from making Gla in the cave, Berador heard about Gla’s identity from Professor Jan.

The first empress of the empire who can be seen as a descendant of the past Berador, Jeong Yong-ha, and an ancestor of the royal family, Agnes.

After Berador, who had seen Glar as just a skeleton and an ice spirit, found out about it, he began to feel a little different about Glar.

“Sit here.”

He stroked the head of Gla, who was sitting on Berador’s palm, with one index finger.

That was Glar’s favorite time since being downsized.

‘It doesn’t seem like there’s anything different, but there is…’

Maybe it would be like this if I had a daughter.

Berador, who was thinking about what if, got up from his seat when he felt signs of popularity around him.

“Master.”

“.. Anne..?”

Berador, who naturally thought it was Professor Jeanne, was momentarily taken aback by Anne’s appearance.

I wanted to ask her how she knew about this place, but more important than that was the reason she came here.

“What’s going on?”

I asked a question, wondering why Anne would suddenly come to the clearing in the forest.

Anne, who had come right up to the front, looked at the glass on Berador’s hand, frowned slightly, and then revealed the reason why she had come.

“The head of the family sent a letter.”

Anne lowered her head slightly and held a letter in her arms.

Berador, who received the letter in a daze, opened the envelope with a clicking sound and opened the letter inside.

The letter was filled with the handwriting of Sorut, the head of the Amorae family whom I had seen for a long time.

Most of it was just a greeting, but there was a key point at the end.

-Please know that I will be visiting the academy soon.

Berador looked down to read the next content, and only then did he realize that the letter had ended.

Berador folded the letter back into the envelope and looked down at the floor, lost in thought.

Suddenly, my mother came to the academy.

The content of the letter was not dark as it was mainly about asking how I was doing, but the reason for coming was not stated.

For Berador, who had experienced similar things several times, not knowing the reason was the same as causing PTSD.

It was Anne’s voice that woke Berador up from his troubles.

“Are you okay, master?”

“.. Ah.. Yes.”

Only then did Berador remember that he was still in the forest clearing and thought about starting training again.

My mind was already consumed by the letter and I couldn’t continue.

“Ugh.. let’s go.”

“Yes. Okay.”

Even though it was still too early to go back, I didn’t think it would be effective if I continued my magic training as it was still early in the evening.

A wizard cannot use magic properly if his thoughts are not organized, so it is best to train when he is not thinking about anything.

There probably won’t be much progress through magic training for a while until Sorut comes to the academy.

After thinking that far, Berador let out another long sigh and walked towards the training ground.

“.. It’s annoying to move my body..”

‘Magic’ training has become difficult, so there is nothing you can do.

During that time, you have to work hard with your body.

As I said before, I have no choice but to sweat and cool my head.

“It’s been a while since we last sparred, Mr.”

“So..”

“If you don’t move it like this once in a while, it will harden. Master, you are not a wizard who only uses magic, so you need to train yourself once in a while.”

“So….”

Seeing Anne looking excited for some reason, Berador felt an inexplicable chill and stroked her goosebumps on her arms.

However, despite Berador’s actions, Anne was smiling brightly.

The face, which was already a work of art, had almost closed eyes bent like a painting.

Berador, who was looking at him blankly, could sense the beginning of an unknown chill after a while.

“Heh.. It’s been a while.. Hehe..”

When Anne’s eyes opened wide enough to be seen as she muttered something so that no one else could hear, the chill that radiated from there was completely unexpected.

It was not the life or anger that Berador had mainly felt until now, but an obsession called only love.

It had unlocked its inhibitions and revealed itself in its entirety.

“Master? Why are you like that? Is there any problem?”

“.. No..”

At the sound of Anne’s obsessed voice, Berador was frightened, but held his wooden practice sword tightly. This happened under the judgment that since obsession was born out of love, it would not be dangerous.

but.

“I don’t think I need to look at it anymore. I will deal with you with all my might.”

“No.. you don’t have to do that..”

“You don’t have to decline like that. It’s not that hard.”

“No..”

“Then let’s get started.”

Normally, Anne would have been dumbfounded by Berador’s words, but it was different now.

Normally, the stress of having to share the person I like with others has been building up.

Now it’s just full and overflowing.

-Crack!

Berador gritted his teeth as he blocked Anne’s sword that was attacking him with his brightly opened eyes.

‘Recently… no.’

The last time I trained my body properly was a long time ago.

My strength level increased due to acceptance and other reasons, but that was the end.

But unlike Berador, Anne started training even before I was born and has not stopped until now.

Strength, skill, experience.

For Berador, who is behind in everything, there is only one means of victory.

Magic.

But how can Berador defeat Anne at this point when he can’t even use it properly?

does not exist.

-Slap!

The sword of a prosecutor who thinks about random things is bound to break.

Anne’s wooden sword fell on the head of Berador, who was staring blankly at the wooden sword that had been cut exactly in half.

Berador closed his eyes for a moment, but could only feel a crackling sound and a slight pain in his head.

“This is my victory.”

“…”

Berador, who only then recognized defeat, was unable to say anything for a moment.

Because the loss was shocking?

no.

I was so ashamed of myself in sparring that I couldn’t do anything.

If we had sparred properly, it would not have been a definite defeat, but the probability was still high.

but.

I couldn’t concentrate because I was thinking about other things in front of my sparring match with Ann.

The act of undermining even the slightest probability.

“.. again.”

Before I knew it, Berador had a new wooden sword in his hand.

He stood up holding the wooden sword and spoke to Anne.

“Let’s do it one more time.”

Random thoughts or whatever.

For now, I’m focusing on sparring with Ann.

That is the attitude toward sparring.

Because it is an act of respecting the other person.

Perhaps because his sincerity was conveyed.

Unlike before, Anne had a bright smile on her face.

of course.

-Slap!

The result of this sparring was also Anne’s victory.

***

Someone said that you sweat to clear your head.

And Berador could see that it was true.

After sparring with Anne, the tangled thoughts in his head were released.

‘Do you mind if I start training right away?’

Because it was sparring without mana, his body was overflowing with mana.

Now that I’ve gotten rid of all the distracting thoughts, the situation is more suitable for training than ever.

There was just one hindrance.

“.. It hurts..”

Berador, who was excited to move his body for the first time in a long time, continued sparring with Anne without stopping even after the sun set.

Since he did not warm up or train regularly, the attack of muscle pain the next morning was a foregone conclusion.

To the point where I can’t even move like I do now.

-Chha la la rock.

Above Veradol, who is unable to move from his bed, Glare is sprinkling pure white snow powder from his hand on the area where his muscles are aching.

Normally I would keep it hidden in the dormitory, but it’s okay now.

All the women who offered to nurse him without even listening to the lecture were chased away, and the only people in the dormitory now were Berador and Anne.

“Kyun..! Wow..!”

Tesdo pressed down on my body, which was sprinkled with pure white snow powder that reminded me of the chicken I ate on Earth.

Berador tried to get up as if the pain had subsided a little, but once again experienced terrible pain and lay down.

In fact, if you just turn on the immortal power that was turned off, your body will come back.

Rather, the saying comes to mind that tearing and reattaching muscles is more effective for muscle growth.

“.. I need to train consistently..”

The moment when I decided that I should not only train magic in an empty space in the forest, but also train myself.

-Knock knock knock

A knock was heard at the door.

“Come in.”

Berador, who answered while lying down thinking that the person outside was probably Anne anyway, jumped up from his seat when he saw the person coming in.

Berador immediately activated the power of immortality that had been turned off due to the throbbing pain, and greeted him properly as soon as his body recovered.

“Are you here, mother?”

“Berador.”

But what came back was my mother’s cold voice.

Hearing a voice he had never heard before, Berador looked up and saw that the light in his mother’s pupils had disappeared.

I waited for the next words, wondering what was going on.

“Is it true that you will die?”

“Uh.. um..”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

How should I answer this?

It was the start of a day filled with worries.