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XXXII.

“Preparation for next candidate.”

A monster that uses Circle 8 magic without a starter word.

Before the astonishment had even fully settled on the faces of the candidates who witnessed the outrageous display of force, Dean Hu’s clear voice continued.

“Aaaah!”

The candidate, who had experienced something similar to being forced to teleport without any warning, screamed and swayed.

The candidate who arrived at the stadium is the twenty-second candidate, Eva de Evian, nicknamed Windflower.

“Ready for battle.”

Before the dean even started saying “preparation,” Eva began summoning her own ability, the spirit.

“Silafe. Cellist.”

Silape, an intermediate spirit of wind with a shape resembling a falcon with impressive green feathers, and Cellist, an intermediate spirit of fire with the appearance of a wolf covered in red fur, appeared.

“Undine!”

And the moment Undine, a mid-level water spirit with a blue half-human, half-fish shape resembling a mermaid, was summoned, Eva de Evian’s counterpart appeared.

“This battle is “defense.” If you survive and defend against the opponent’s attack for 30 minutes, you succeed.”

“Now, wait a minute. Are there any restrictions on means and methods?”

Just like the guy named Lee Seon did earlier, he said ‘Wait a minute’, but after Eva’s request, which quickly asked a question, the dean thought for a moment and then answered.

“None.”

Did you like Dean Hu’s answer? Eva smiled in satisfaction and spoke to the person wearing a robe.

“If you wait quietly for 30 minutes… … !”

Kwa-kwa-kwang-!

However, as if the other person was not interested in Eva’s words, he took out a huge sword and swung it wide, and a blue sword energy was formed on the sword.

“Are you really listening to that?”

And the man still wearing the shabby robe was not Eva, but stood outside the barrier and asked the dean a confirming question.

“I don’t know what you promised, but it will be done because it is what God said. Whatever it is.”

“Good.”

The man answered in a voice of great satisfaction that even the listeners were satisfied with, before taking off his robe in earnest.

“Huh?!”

One of the candidates, who noticed the man’s appearance after his robe disappeared, looked down and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

“Crazy! A mithril mercenary? King of all diseases?”

King of all diseases. Weapon Master. Gallard.

He is one of only thirty-two Mithril-level mercenaries in the continent’s mercenary world, and a strong man known as the highest level master.

Above all, the reason he is famous is because of the weapons he carries on his back.

Two long spears and three short spears. One great sword and one attitude.

He is a master of practical martial arts who uses this weapon freely and literally crushes his enemies.

He was the opponent of the spirit master Eva de Evian.

“It’s been a while. Eva.”

“It’s you!”

“You can deal with bad times and achieve your personal wishes. From today, I might also become an ardent believer in the Caligo Church.”

“No, that’s ridiculous!”

And Eva de Evian, a former mercenary, and Weapon Master Galad have a bad relationship.

Among mercenaries, lower-ranked mercenaries often turn into thieves. When Eva was a mercenary, she often turned into a thief.

Then, mercenaries close to Gallad attacked the convoy and were captured. At this time, Eva thought she was out of luck.

Until I woke up as a candidate.

Eva, who was awakened while being captured and escorted to the city, kills all the mercenaries who captured her, that is, mercenaries who are close to Weapon Master Galad, and leisurely heads to the temple.

After learning about the situation, Gallard came to Evergreen Academy in anger, but the candidate’s personal safety was protected at the temple.

Even if Galad is a Mithril-level mercenary, he cannot fight against the Caligo Temple.

Then, Gallard, who visited Evergreen Academy because something he could be tempted to do, a competency evaluation, was about to happen, he heard a voice so dignified that the hairs on his body stood up.

And I am standing here. In front of Eva de Evian, whom I wanted to tear to death.

“Die. You bitch like Sagar.”

Master top level.

The great sword, with strong energy flowing out of it, was swung sideways.

Eva de Evian was already preparing to attack from the moment she saw who her opponent was.

While the spirits of the four major attributes, excluding the earth, blocked the strong energy with their respective powers, Eva flew to the end of the stadium.

Usually, when classifying levels, from expert low level to top level, they are often compared to circle 3 to circle 5 wizards.

Masters are divided into those with similar combat power to Circle 6 and Circle 7.

In other words, the wall that exists between Expert and Master, and Circle 5 and Circle 6, is similar.

However, the Spiritualist is a little different.

An intermediate elementalist can be as strong as a beginner or junior master depending on the elementalist.

Things like walls are much more flexible than combat classes that use the Force or Mana.

So, God’s decision to evaluate competency is reasonable.

Eva, who summons three intermediate-level spirits, can last for about 30 minutes against the mercenary Galad, who is a top-level master.

“Damn it!”

Eva wasn’t stupid. If she was stupid to begin with, there is no way that she, who used to be a mercenary, could have a high-ranking noble family name, such as ‘Marquis’ of the Alfonso Empire. No matter how much of a candidate he is.

So, unlike the candidate who said stupid things earlier, he did not say that this evaluation was wrong.

I just decided to do everything I could. The reason Eva retreated to the wall of the stadium was not simply to run away in fear.

Clink!

When the sound of glass breaking was heard, Galad had just reverse-summoned two intermediate spirits.

The liquid that flowed from the broken glass bottle on the floor instantly turned into a brilliant green gas and was absorbed by Eva.

“Fuck you.”

Everyone felt a huge energy rising from behind Eva as she spat at Galad, who was standing in front of her, holding her sword high as if telling her to do everything she could.

“At least intermediate level or higher?”

When Gray made that prediction, Eva de Evian’s cry was heard in response to the prediction.

“Silairon!!”

Senior Spirit of Wind, Silairon.

Unlike the previous animal-like spirits, a woman with a perfect human form appeared behind Eva and swung the sword of wind at Galad.

“Hoo?”

Admiration? Sarcasm?

Gallard’s great sword moved, emitting an exclamation whose boundaries were vague. As if that mass of muscle didn’t exist for nothing, it was able to keep up with the speedy attacks of the upper spirit of wind while swinging the great sword.

If Eva de Evian, the twenty-second candidate, had summoned the upper-level spirit of wind normally, she could have possibly killed Galad, the highest-level sword master.

Because a high-level spiritist can be compared to a sword master who has reached the minimum high level and maximum high level.

However, right now, Eva is only temporarily summoning a higher-level spirit by breaking the spirit water created by refining and refining the spirit stone with magic.

In fact, the material cost to make one bottle of spirit water is over 100,000 gold. Just the material cost. Additionally, what if the cost of the wizard mobilized is calculated separately?

In a word, it’s the height of money-making, and is it a last resort to prepare for an unexpected situation?

However, candidate Eva had a satisfied smile on her lips. because,

“You don’t win, you just have to endure.”

She just needs to last 30 minutes.

Could it be that Galad, who has reached the highest level of Master, could not have heard Eva’s voice muttering in joy?

“You bitch!”

That can’t be possible.

Rather, it is a voice that tells you to listen. If you get more excited and go wild and cause serious damage, your value will increase.

By the time Eva’s eyes were shining with desire due to the unknown pleasure rising from her lower abdomen, there were less than 10 minutes left in the 30 minutes suggested by Dean Hu.

When the excitement of victory was evident not only in Eva’s eyes but all over her face,

“1 minute left.”

Afterwards, the dean calmly warned us about the remaining time.

“Now it’s over! 이 개새끼야!!”

When Eva heard that sound, her eyes went blank like a crazy bitch and she made a provocation towards Galad.

“It’s over.”

Galad calmly agreed with Eva’s words, walked to the side, and threw the great sword towards Silairon, the upper spirit of wind.

It was possible to avoid it because it was a wind spirit, but Silairon did not avoid it. If Silairon dodges, the great sword will sink into the chest of Eva, the elementalist who summoned him.

The moment Silairon blocked the great sword overflowing with energy, there was something flying towards Silairon faster than the great sword.

A single spear. As if it had been made for javelin throwing, the javelin that flew quickly through the air was imbued with the energy of a dense and destructive force.

bang-!

A single explosion is heard,

Kwaduk!

Something twists and a sharp bursting sound follows.

However, since the spirit does not have a body, it moves easily even with a great sword stuck in its abdomen. No, it seemed that way.

bang-!

When a human’s feet meet the ground, an explosion occurs.

It is a true angle.

The moment a polearm that had fully received its power struck as if reminiscent of a flash of lightning, Silairon turned his attention to the spiritist who had summoned him.

The moment I felt the sight of an unstoppable attack,

“Oh, no!!”

Candidate Eva screamed urgently.

However, the mercenary, who had reached the highest level of master, was unable to prevent the high-level spirit Silairon from being reverse-summoned in an attack with all his might.

“Wow!”

The moment a spirit was forcibly summoned beyond one’s own level, and the spirit was forcibly reverse summoned, the reaction was fully applied to Eva.

“A bitch like Sagar.”

“30 seconds left.”

Eva, who was spitting out dark red blood from both ears, nose, and mouth except for her two eyes, waved her hands and pleaded.

“Ugh… to… Baal… Wow!”

“Among mercenaries.”

“20 seconds.”

“Save me! I’ll do anything, anything!”

Eva de Evian, sitting on the floor, probably having vomited all her blood, spits out words like rapid fire.

“There is a word to use at moments like this.”

“10 seconds.”

“My body, yes, I will give you my body too. Anything you want! I’ll do anything!!”

“… … .”

Galad’s gaze looked down at Eva, who was pleading, with a grave gaze, which was even more scary and strange because it was grave.

“For such trivial provocations… … .”

“5 seconds.”

“Fuck you!! Please save me! my… !”

Squeak!

As the sword with its elegant body was pulled out diagonally behind her back, it grazed Eva’s begging neck.

“True education, they say.”

“With 1.89 seconds left, candidate Eva de Evian failed the competency evaluation.”