How a Former Pro Takes Advantage by Doing an Easy Job

Chapter 490. Magic tower master match (4)

“Do you know the kid from earlier?”

“I can't say I know very well.

But you can't say you don't know.”

“what do you mean?”

When I tilted my head at the ambiguous answer, Dia obediently confided in me.

“If I had seen it correctly, Gralevel... he would have had the same teacher as me.”

“teacher? Oh, are you talking about him?”

It was that lousy crap.

I can't even remember the name now.

“Then are they mutually motivated?”

“…For now, it will be formally.”

There is nothing strange about a master having many disciples.

Especially in his case, it seems that he had many disciples and ate them like this.

“Then don’t you know each other well?”

“It's not like that either... The teacher was like that, so the disciples weren't very close.”

“Oh... it's working fine.”

When I commented like that in a sarcastic sense, Dia also agreed, but there was nothing else to deny.

“why? Is there anything you are concerned about?”

“...it's nothing.”

Dia hesitated and cut off her words.

“Don't worry. Even if it is an opponent from the past, I will not be vigilant.”

“no. Well, I'm not really worried about that.”

Apparently Dia misunderstood that I was concerned about something else.

Hey, is it normal to worry that if your motive is a competitor, you will usually hesitate?

“...What I'm worried about is the kiddo's behavior right before.”

“yes'?”

“Either way too much.”

More than necessary murderous intent and extreme magic.

“…is it your own or someone else’s instilled it?”

I scratched my cheeks and struggled.

Judging from the ability that was estimated to some extent just now, there is a high possibility that the strong candidate Helmin talked about last time was that youngster.

then.

‘...Maybe it'll be quite annoying.'

I already had that feeling.

Dia smoothly subdued the next opponent lightly, demonstrating her presence.

At first, he deliberately defeated his opponent in a show-off, but from the second duel, he used his magic thoroughly and efficiently, as if he wanted to say that he didn't need to use show-type magic anymore, and defeated his opponent.

Especially only 1? Many wizards admired the trick of using 2nd class magic to play with higher class magic.

and.

on the other side.

“Cuck!”

The wizard, whose whole body had been slashed by the hundreds of blades of wind pressure used by Grevel, collapsed with blood pouring from all over his body.

iron puck.

An unpleasant sound was heard, drowning in pools of blood.

The referee was perplexed and before he had time to declare victory, the magicians in charge of healing quickly rushed to the defeated wizard and began to heal him.

Because even a little bit late is dangerous.

“???? joy.”

Gravel turned his back to the waiting room as if he had no interest in the other person anymore.

“You beat that level.”

“Lumier.”

In the hallway, Lumie, his classmate, was already waiting.

Gravel walked down the aisle, passing her without saying anything.

Lumie took care of herself and walked alongside him.

Although his attitude is colder than usual.

It must have been because he was exalted by the duel.

There was an atmosphere of understanding.

“Is my opponent okay?”

He would not have died.”

The level of healing magic of the wizards here is not that poor.

“So never mind.”

This duel is justified.

So, as long as the results are out, I am not interested in what will become of the losers.

Even if something went wrong, he wouldn't mind.

I feel fearful or accusatory glances from all sides, but I don't care.

It is nothing but the cries of an insignificant loser.

If you stand at the top, you are nothing more than an existence that will be trampled on lightly.

That is the natural logic of the world.

Gravel never doubted.

“Nice job Gravel.”

When he returns to the waiting room, his teacher, Elder Francena, is already waiting for him.

“It was nothing, Master. More than that, you don't need to come to see this trivial duel...

“No. How can I not come to see you prove my theories by tearing apart the insignificant with certainty?”

“I apologize.”

He bowed his head as if he sincerely respected his teacher.

After the trash-like teacher of the past day went missing.

It was she who delivered him.

So how can I not respect you?

What I learned from her was not just magic theory.

As a wizard, it is natural to live.

And the power to defeat the ‘geniuses' he gnashed his teeth on.

got all that

So how can you not be respectful?

“The only opponent left now is her.”

“Yeah… I guess so.”

The duel has now come to an end.

The remaining candidates are Grebel and Dia Lecki.

Only two.

“I thought the last thing left was your past motive.”

“It doesn't matter. No, it is what I wished for.”

Contrary to Francena's concerns, Gravel just quietly built a cold sneer.

“The last opponent must be her. Wouldn't it be better?”

“Yeah…it was.”

Francena also smiled as if she understood her pupil's feelings.

The reason why Grevel is particularly greedy for power compared to other disciples.

And a reason to accept without hesitation the logic of her brutal power.

“From what I hear, she seems to be famous as a genius in her own right. Then, if I surpass her, it will be the perfect proof to show them.”

There was no doubt that hatred dwelled in his eyes.

Deep anger towards someone.

Far from blaming the disciple who controlled the boiling mana by burning it, Francena was rather pleased with it.

And Rumie was perplexed as if he didn't know how to react when he saw such a motive and teacher.

in such an atmosphere.

“That is a pretty nasty word. Isn't that right, Gravel?”

The voice of someone suddenly interrupted and poured cold water.

At once, their atmosphere cools down.

“Oh my goodness?”

Francesna blinked.

The opponent of tomorrow's duel against her pupil at the outer door of the waiting room.

Dia was casually looking this way.

“...Diareki.”

Gravel also quietly glared at him.

Dia didn't even blink an eye.

“Long time no see.”

“okay.”

“Isn’t that the first time since those damn bastards?”

“Right. Yeah, it's the first time since then.”

in such a strange atmosphere.

Another guest broke their mood.

“Ah, don’t say anything. It's just a coincidence that you're here now.”

Perhaps he was trying to evoke such an atmosphere, and he smiled lightly and walked into the waiting room.

He is Arel, the owner of Fahilia, the territory where Dia is currently working.

He intervened brightly, as if he was deliberately trying to forcefully clear the current atmosphere.

“I begged you to come. Even if it's a competitor tomorrow, I have to compete in good faith, so I wondered what it would be like to say hello. So please don't talk too much about our mage.”

“Now, isn’t it a good competition as they are from the same Mage Tower? I can’t write even if I wrinkle my face too much.”

okay.”

Gravel put aside his cynicism for a moment and put on a calm face.

“Certainly, I went too far with my attitude a little while ago. Dia, what you just said was a slip of the tongue.”

“No... I don't care. After all, it's a competitor.

No wonder you think so.”

But for some reason, Gralevel frowned at Dia's simple attitude, as if he was moved by something.

“Dia, you still haven’t changed.”

“That level has changed too much. Why is it that someone who once loved magic so much...

“I don't know what you know and say that when you went out on your own back then.”

The two soon fell silent at the same time.

Now that this is the case, the remaining mediation is the responsibility of the teachers.

Francena interrupted with a deliberately exaggerated wave.

Perhaps she, too, judged that this atmosphere was not good.

“Arel Ernesia-sama! It seems that my disciple has accumulated fatigue, so I think I should step back first. I will apologize again later for this rudeness.”

“Yes, we feel sorry for having to force ourselves to meet. Don't worry about anything.”

Arel said it was okay and waved her hand as if to go.

And Francena hurriedly left with her pupil Gralevel.

The master and the disciple disappeared without looking back.

Arel and Dia muttered at the same time as they looked at the aisle they left.

“…That’s right.”

“It seems so.”

And the eyes of the two of them automatically turned to the only one left in this place.

Is it Lumie? She is a sorceress called that.

I didn't look at it because I had a business.

Just because of the restlessness in this atmosphere, the gaze gathered reflexively.

In the end, Lumie looked at the two of them.

“Ah… that… I’m sorry!

My motivation is rude!”

She immediately apologized.

“I will greet you again. My name is Lumie SLd.”

After the youngster named Grevel said all he had to say with an overly sharp attitude and left.

Instead, the remaining sorceress bowed her head, saying she wanted to apologize.

“I apologize for Grebel's attitude. I will tell you to apologize again to yourself later.”

“Oh, never mind. Well… I think you should tell Dia rather than me.”

“I don't care either. As I said, it's a competitor. Of course, my nerves are on edge.”

Dia also doesn't seem to care, just shows a nonsensical attitude.

do not worry. we are generous

Only then did the sorceress named Lumie let out a sigh of relief.

“Haa... Anyway, I'm not usually that kind of kid. You must be nervous.”

“More than that. Did you say Lumie? The fact that you're also in sync with Grevel...

“Yes, it's the same.”

With a more comfortable attitude than before, Lumie spoke to Dia.

“okay.”

“Well... I think it's natural that Dia doesn't recognize you.”

“I understand. It was hard for us to care about each other at the time.”

“ah? yes?”

Hmmm.... I'm a little uncomfortable listening to it because it seems like it's something only they can understand.

So, there is a third party here.

explanation! I have to explain!

Only then did Dia, who noticed my gaze, explain.

“Grebel and I and... Miss Lumiere here were under the damn bastard at the time.”

“that's right. I was under that damn bastard. Ugh.” “

Apart

from that, the two of you don’t seem to know each other very well, do you?”

At least you didn't recognize Dia, did you?

Rumie explained that with a wry smile.

“...it couldn't be helped. At that time, each of us was in a hurry to make a living from day to day, so we had no time to care about each other.”

“Yes, it would have been better to get food for today at that time.”

“Was it like that?”

Ah... that's right. It was such garbage.

Well, that's why I dealt with it then.

To be honest, I don't even remember his face anymore.

Just as there is no special species that remembers how crumpled garbage that was once again burned.