Academy Slave Instructor

81 – Abigail is in a bad mood

Abigail is in a bad mood

Abigail is in a very bad mood right now.

The well-grown, stupid b*tch doesn’t come to training because of his weak spirit, and the short-haired guy and the clumsy guy skipped training for a while, saying they were working as adventurers.

I’m doing something else when I’m trying hard to improve my skills.

Those who looked a little different while spending time together, but they were also not good enough.

But in the meantime, it was good that Abigail was able to monopolize her lie.

The absence of three does not mean that he will teach himself more diligently, but since there will be no interruptions, training efficiency will increase.

While the idiots do strange things, he will absorb Rai’s knowledge and ascend to higher places.

That was meant to be.

Abigail, who was satisfied with the time she spent training alone with Rai after the three had dropped out the day before, thought she would be the same today, and with a happy heart, she headed to his house.

And what she saw was Rai, half out of her mind, struggling with her hangover.

Falling in tatters, he sees Abigail entering the garden and tells her to study on her own today and closes her eyes.

Rye’s body, unable to tell whether she was asleep or passed out, smelled of alcohol even though it was outdoors, and Abigail sensed that today’s training was ruined.

Abigail, who lives in the academy dormitory, didn’t mind her because she had to come out to train anyway.

I prefer Rai’s garden, where you can occupy your own space, rather than an open practice field with many academy students.

But it didn’t end with Lai alone.

A middle-aged man wearing an apron brings out a tray.

There was no such thing as a pervert as she was wearing a shabby apron over her polite and luxurious clothes.

The perverted man, whose mustache and apron don’t suit him, puts a glass of juice in front of Lai, who is lying down, approaches Abigail and offers the glass to Abigail in silence.

“……”

As Abigail stares at her in silence, the perverted man wiggles his hand holding his glass as if to accept it.

As soon as she receives the glass, the perverted man turns away as if he has nothing else to do, and offers the glass to a middle-aged man with long hair who just comes out of the house.

“Ugh- what is this, it smells terrible.”

“Taro juice is good for hangovers. Please enjoy.”

“If you mix taro, it’s no longer juice. And I don’t have a hangover. Give me something sweet.”

“It’s good for you, so just eat it.”

A middle-aged man with long hair grumbles like a child complaining about side dishes. The perverted man answers casually, whether he is familiar with it, and goes into the house.

Abigail, thinking that there is someone else in the house when she sees a glass left on the tray, looks at Rai as she lingers and drinks taro juice.

It would be more comfortable to use your hands, but trying to drink by moving only your face makes you feel like a slug.

A middle-aged man with long hair who is picky about his taste takes a sip of the juice and pours it into a glass of rais with a frown.

As one is drinking with her mouth closed and the other is pouring juice into a glass that is being emptied, Abigail just thinks that these idiots are there.

A middle-aged man with long hair, with short hair, gets up from his seat and looks at himself.

I don’t like the eyes that look up and down and evaluate people.

“Looks like you’re doing well, Miss Abigail.”

As if she knows him well, Abigail doesn’t answer and just stares.

His hair is messed up, but his clothes are high quality like the perverted guy from before. He is a nobleman or a man of high rank.

This kind of human always talks like it’s nothing.

Even if Abigail ignores it, the long-haired man looks at him with an unlucky eye smile.

“Hair color is pretty. Eye color too. Lucky me.”

Compliment the red hair and eyes.

This man was also a pervert.

Goosebumps at the long-haired pervert’s words, Abigail frowns and takes a step back from him.

Even though he looks wary, he puts an empty glass on Rai’s head and goes into the house with the words, “Do not worry about perverts with long hair and work hard.”

Abigail, wondering what sort of people Rai had been drinking with and whether it was only perverts, tapped him with her toe for no reason.

But when she couldn’t come to her senses, Abigail gave up and immersed herself in training by grabbing his legs and putting them in the corner.

There was no time to waste on such a thing. Even if it’s for a minute or a second, you have to become stronger faster.

Abigail concentrating her mind on becoming stronger. She swings her sword for a long time before she realizes that someone is staring at her.

There is a woman sitting next to the fallen Lai and stroking his hair.

The woman, who appears to be in her early thirties, is wearing the same luxurious dress as her previous perverts.

No, if the previous two were like formal suits they would normally wear, this woman was extravagantly dressed up as if she were going to a banquet.

A flashy dress, a necklace with a large jewel on the breastbone, and an expensive looking ring were too much for a simple drinking party outfit.

Thinking that the reason Rai was drunk was because of that b*tch, Abigail extinguished her anger inside her and swung her sword again.

“There, put her feet further inside. It’s good to dig in, but you should always think about the possibility of being counterattacked.”

Abigail stops her sword and looks puzzled at the goblin woman who gave her advice.

Golbin woman doesn’t feel any energy.

This is why the badly learned guys are the problem. In particular, I hate nobles who like to meddle with others even though they don’t know anything.

For people who have trained, even a small amount of energy is inherent in the body.

No creature can escape from the frame of mana and has a small energy, and through training, the energy increases.

Some people have powerful energy that makes you feel intimidated even when they are still, while others have calm but deep energy like a clear lake.

But that goblin woman doesn’t even seem to have been properly trained, and I can’t even feel her slight energy.

Abigail’s way of speaking while teaching doesn’t look the same to Abigail.

Especially those affectionate eyes are irritating.

It’s burdensome when someone you’re seeing for the first time is staring at you like that.

“Don’t mind other people’s business, lady.”

“……”

The goblin woman is startled by her Abigail’s ferocious words. In particular, the word “Auntie” Was shocking, and her big eyes widened even more.

A perverted man in an apron came out of the house at the wrong time, looked at this side as if frozen, then went inside.

Abigail, who briefly laughed at her coward, the pervert, turns her attention to the still-firm goblin woman.

“Can you say it again?”

The goblin woman smiles, she says.

But the corners of her raised mouth were twitching.

“Why? Are you deaf because you’re old? Don’t worry about other people’s business. f*ck, I think anything will happen if a b*tch who doesn’t know sh*t shakes his mouth.”

The goblin woman looks down at her lie for a moment, then she makes sure he is sleeping, then she turns her gaze back to Abigail.

“You should learn etiquette first.”

“Damn it…”

As she talks, Abigail realizes that her own vision has tilted.

Then her feet gave out and she fell to her knees. It’s not clear if she got down on her knees. Because she couldn’t feel anything but a chill in her chin.

She could only tell that her posture was lowered and that the hollow woman was clenching her fists.

I couldn’t even see the golbin woman moving, and the distance was quite far.

When Abigail is staring blankly at an incomprehensible situation, the Golbin woman smiles.

“The next time you see her, call her sister, and take good care of your hair.”

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The moment she thinks that the goblin woman’s fist has moved, her vision darkens.

‘f*ck, why is everyone talking about hair…’

With her meaningless thoughts, Abigail loses her mind.

* * *

“Ugh-“

Abigail wakes up at the same time as she thinks she has had a strange dream, and her face hurts so much that she collapses again.

“She’s been hit hard, so she lays down more.”

Lai, who was lying next to her, clicked her tongue and said.

Abigail looked at him with a frown on her face and laid her body down comfortably. Receiving a handkerchief from Rai, who said her nosebleeds, she puts it on her nose, reminiscing about Melanie, who remains in her last memory.

“Already dried up.”

The hardened nosebleed is crumbled on the handkerchief and turned into powder. When Abigail glared at her, Rai giggled and created a large drop of water in front of her.

Her rai laughs as she sees her roughly wiping her face with water on her hand.

“What did you do with him?”

“What the hell is she? Can she be Marie Ne?”

Mariene is currently the strongest knight in the empire.

Abigail, who couldn’t even be seen swinging her fist, frowned.

“Probably, she’s stronger than Mariene. I haven’t seen her in a long time, and she’s really strong. I think I can go head-to-head with Edelian now.”

“…… Aren’t you from the Empire?”

Even if Mariene is the strongest of her female knights, she is no match for Edelian.

Edelian, the most confident knight in an empire that worships strong warriors, is one of the strongest in the world.

He is one of the few people who was able to fight one-on-one with demons from all over the world during the age of war, and his reputation continues to this day.

When she hears that she can face Edelian, Abigail thinks of a famous foreign article.

“No, I’m an imperial citizen.”

“That can’t be…”

“Don’t you know Melanie? Yesterday, while drinking, he said he was famous. Was Joshua just talking nonsense? Iron… Empress of Iron Wall? That’s a nickname.”

“The Iron-Blooded Empress… Is she really the Iron-Blooded Empress?”

Little is known about her skills as she constantly wanders around the countryside, but her loyalty to her former captain and her lofty convictions make her popular.

Among the academy students, there is no one who doesn’t know Melanie, including Abigail, who is from a foreign country.

Leaving Abigail, who is still making a dumbfounded expression in disbelief, Rye rises from her seat and raises her sword.

“There are three ways to cast magic.”

Abigail, staring blankly at Rai as she suddenly begins her lecture, immediately raises her body.

You have to learn whatever you can learn whether you understand the situation or not.

“Spells, magic circles, and rituals.”

Realizing that Abigail is different from the knowledge she learned at her academy, she stares at him.

Magic is made of spells and magic circles.

The method of calculating in the spirit world and squeezing it into a formula, and the method of perfectly establishing the knit formula and implementing it as a magic circle.

The ritual Rai mentioned at the end is used to perform miracles in churches and is not treated as magic.

“I know the first two well, so let’s move on and talk about rituals. Surprisingly, the early magic was closer to rituals because the theory was not established.”

Rai, who created a human-sized flame in the air, continues to talk while circling the flame.

“I think of ceremonies as a concept of borrowing power. Whether it’s a sacrifice, a song, or a prayer, you borrow divine power by offering something to the gods. However, early magic was practiced in conjunction with folk beliefs. In this way, dancing beside a bonfire Also dance.”

Rai, who waved lightly and imitated the dance, stopped and looked at Abigail.

As the flickering light from the flames hangs over his face, his usual light mood is gone and he looks serious.

“Who taught you the basics of magic?”

“……”

Abigail does not answer Rai’s questions.

She was making eye contact, but her eyes were shaking as if she was hiding something.

As the silence continued, Rai continued his words by turning the flame again.

“Magic, which used to be combined with folk beliefs, was exercised by offering something like a ritual. It’s a similar method to divine power. That developed and the concept of a catalyst or exchange came into being.”

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She immediately broke her own finger, creating a shimmering black flame in front of her eyes and sending it up into the sky.

“The conceptual energy of pain is converted into power. Consciousness, to be precise, is an exchange or conversion.”

Healing her finger with healing magic, Rai meets Abigail’s eyes.

“Aren’t you used to it? The magic of those who are oppressed as witches… Should I call it witchcraft rather than magic? Well, how come it’s all the same magic. Isn’t it?”

“……”

Abigail still doesn’t answer.

“It is important to steadily accumulate knowledge of magic, but the beginning is also important. The direction is decided when you first learn mana.”

“……”

“In other words, you who learned the basics from a witch are not suitable for the spells you learn at the academy.”

Abigail flinched at Rai’s words and put her hand on the sword hanging from her waist.

She doesn’t do anything, but she breathes heavily nervously.

“There’s nothing to be wary of. I don’t care if you’re a witch or a demon lord.”

“……”

Abigail shows no sign of letting go of her guard even when she is told to calm down.

Rather, she seems to be about to swing her sword whenever she gets the chance, her hand holding her sword is strong.

“Is the witch who taught you vengeful? Or is she vengeful for the witch?”

Abigail did not answer Rai’s question as she remembered her words that she was seeking revenge.

But she seems to be thinking about the past, and her momentum softens a bit.

The swaying red eyes no longer looked ferocious, but rather sad.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. I’m not interested anyway.”

Rai smiles and raises her sword.

Ray pointed the tip of his sword towards the sky and began to move slowly.

He looked free as if he was alone in the world as he roamed around the campfire in slow movements, as if he were dancing a sword dance.

Abigail, who was distracted by her circular sword strokes and smooth movements, captures the beautiful sword dance in her eyes.

“I will teach you a swordsmanship for you who have built a ritual.”

Although she speaks plainly, Abigail is drawn into her deceptive voice.

“The name of the swordsmanship is Ju Enu Russasso. Translated into common language, it is a sword that hates God.”

Rai swings his sword as if dancing towards the dark night sky.