I Became a Face Genius at the Academy

Chapter 166

Aindarok, Tarum.

Coltman looked down from his command post on the high barrier.

There is only silence in the quiet field, where not a single ant strays, and the soldiers silently watch beyond it.

The already thick barrier has become even stronger as reinforcement work has been completed since the air raid at the end of last year.

“This is a report from the reconnaissance team that has returned.”

“Good work. Go back and rest.”

“Yes.”

Coltman accepted the report presented by the soldier who had climbed the stairs.

The content was not long.

There is no effective movement of the monsters found in front. Reports that airstrikes are extremely unlikely to occur over a period of at least three months to as long as half a year.

‘It’s as you said.’

Handing over the report to his adjutant, Coltman took one last look at the distant horizon across the outpost.

Hundreds of years of blood, flesh, and bones were entangled and turned into red soil. Occasionally, on days when he scooped up soil for fertilizer for the fields, it felt as if his heart was being ripped out.

Until the day I die, I made a promise to watch over this barrier and live, but today will break that promise.

Leaving only the minimum number of people who can perform the functions, they lead all available forces and head for the system.

There is no way to mend the rotting insides with the outstretched blade, so it’s time to put down the spearhead of the barrier for a while.

“Your Excellency, preparations are complete.”

“I will move.”

Coltman turned around.

Descending the barrier, thousands of troops lined up with their spears held high.

The number of wizards allowed by the gateway was limited to 500, but there was no limit to articles.

Did you say ‘as much as needed’? Coltman gave a light laugh.

This is because they think that only lightly mobile special leases will be used as support troops.

He probably didn’t know that he would leave the barrier empty and drag all the knights down, but in the first place, the information about the situation beyond the barrier belonged entirely to Aindar Locke. do not share with anyone

Whether there are monsters out there or not.

they don’t know

“Listen.”

Coltman opened his mouth, with only the sound of the chilling wind stirring overhead.

7,000 elite troops trained for decades. Among them, there were a whopping 500 wizards of 5 stars or higher. This was the number of those who volunteered even after hearing the full story.

It is a bizarre size that cannot be possessed by the troops of a single territory. They can enter the system intact.

Because everyone trusts Aindarlock.

Perhaps, for this day, Aindarlock was holding on to a resolutely independent position.

“It is not honorable.”

It is an obvious treason.

Regardless of the outcome, Aindarok remains completely evil.

‘His Highness Thein has no will to regenerate.’

It’s only once every few years, but it reminds me of the first prince’s dazed face that I sometimes see when I stop by the imperial family.

It was similar to, but different from, Rocktrin when I was a child.

Whereas Rockstrin was always thinking hard about something, Thane was always in a daze.

Did you say you see a future that is destined for destruction? No will was shown in those empty eyes.

‘Do you think you can change the future that has never changed?’

‘If you knew you couldn’t change it, wouldn’t you do something?’

‘… … It must have been a rumor.’

struggling

However, Coltman had no choice but to smile and answer his son’s bold question.

Rather than sitting still and waiting for death, it would at least be ‘fun’.

The topic of plotting treason was absurdly funny. Was it because he was not a boring person unexpectedly that he had the will to participate in it?

“It is not an empire that we wanted to protect.”

What if you struggle?

It was a struggle from the beginning.

Aindarroch. Helplessly pushed out of the vast wilderness where thousands of years of history lie dormant, trapped on this small peninsula. Humanity was waiting for an end.

I finally got the power to endure by lighting the fire called magic, but that’s it. They are arguing that they will share even the narrow land.

Aindarok should be the lowest ceiling. However, the shield alone cannot heal the rotting inside.

“For Aindarlock.”

to reclaim the continent.

One small step now turns toward the back.

“Advance.”

* * *

“The first event is ‘Fruits Slayer’!”

“Fruits Slayer?”

“It’s called ‘cutting fruit’ in ancient language.”

“They say there is something like that.”

It was a chatter between students in the back while sitting in the stands.

Its name is a competition between magic academies, but the event cannot be ordinary.

This is entirely my idea. Taken from a very popular game.

“You only need to use the 1-star magic [Wind Blade] to cut the fruits thrown by students in the air. You must throw it over their heads!”

The professor, who served as moderator, finished a brief explanation. It wasn’t difficult as it was a simple sport.

“But why do you have to throw it over your head?”

“I don’t know. I might ask for something like fruit juice.”

“For the sake of fairness, the idea originator did not participate and did not practice separately. It would be nice if it became an official event later. Then I will enter the players!”

As the representative of Summer Turge, Broman, who was well acquainted with himself, came out, and each student from Sorus and Oberon, who was confident in wind magic, stepped up.

It didn’t matter who climbed the tower installed slightly above and threw the fruit.

“start!”

The match started with the sound of a whistle. As befits a 1-star magic, no one chanted the spell. Now, imagination theory has become a trend.

“Throw faster!”

“No, throw it lightly!”

As there was no practice process, the breathing didn’t match at all at first.

If you throw the fruit too slowly, you won’t score well, or if you throw the fruit too fast, it’s hard to hit.

「Wind Blade」 can only be used within a certain range. It’s also for stability, but you have to get the timing right.

On the side of Oberon, his hand slipped and a large watermelon fell on the player’s head.

“sorry!”

“It was split in half, so I’ll count it as a score!”

“Puhaha!”

Awesome! Awesome!

However, as everyone was chosen as the representative, they quickly adapted. The time limit is 1 minute.

If left alone, the gap was widening little by little enough for Broman to easily win the championship.

But variables do happen.

“Ah!”

Suddenly Broman screamed and covered his face.

“What, what?”

“What’s up?”

The students sitting in the audience were embarrassed for a moment, but soon Broman raised his index finger high.

“lemon!”

“Ah! There are lemons! You can’t throw anything, even fruit!”

“Don’t throw the lemon!”

“Is the rhyme okay?”

“Same!”

Laughter broke out among the students watching the match.

It must have gotten into his eyes, but Broman squinted his left eye and struggled, but it was not enough.

The result is Oberon’s victory, calmly filtering out lemons and limes even after being hit in the head by a watermelon. The value of the watermelon was even greater because it was a one-point victory over Sorus.

“men and horses! You should have told me there was such a thing as a lemon!”

“Ah, stay still.”

Broman sighed as he received the healing magic from Pinki who was waiting.

I shrugged.

“It’s fair not to talk.”

“I’m the king, but what will I do with my face if I lose to Oberon? No, I always win with magic… … .”

yeah, i lost go back.

After the healing was over, Broman went back to his seat with his mouth protruding.

The other two players were washing the juice from their clothes with water magic.

“Okay, the match goes like this. Although there is a prize for first place, just think of it as a festival to enjoy together and enjoy!”

Continuing from the previous luncheon at Baeller, it seems to have succeeded in creating an atmosphere where you can play moderately.

The second event followed was created with Baeller’s input. Indeed, it was Baeller’s idea.

“The second event is ‘sand castle’, and you don’t have to knock down the flag. It’s a game everyone knows, but to do this with magic requires very sophisticated magic manipulation skills!”

It was a very common game.

Place a flag in the pile of dirt you have collected, and when it’s your turn, scoop up as much dirt as you want and take it with you.

Perhaps there is no talent like Baeller in this related field, but since he is also the creator of the idea, he could not participate directly.

“Rockstrin, do you want to leave?”

“Maybe?”

There are still more than 10 events left, so it was good to enter this level to participate moderately.

As I stepped forward, cheers erupted from the audience. It’s summertime here, so most of them are summertime students. In short, home ground.

“As expected, the reaction from the audience is hot. This part definitely has its advantages, but we plan to hold it later in Liden and Enfirian as well!”

The home ground advantage is just that. I can receive support, but the burden could be worse, so I didn’t have any major complaints.

Anyway, I went out once.

“Now, shall we see the sand castle?”

The sandcastle covered with black cloth was revealed. Of course, I didn’t think it would be collected normally.

Once too wide It is a square about 5 m in width and height. From a distance, it seems to taste good.

Still, this was gross.

“There are ten flags!”

It is a work of art stacked in layers like the Great Wall of China on a sand theme, and there are as many as 10 flags embedded here and there.

“There is one more important rule. As well as not knocking down the flag, you need to have more dirt at the end! The order is by drawing lots!”

In this case, the person who started first might have a big advantage because he could take half of it away, but that’s impossible because of the flag stuck right in front of his nose.

“I believe in you, Rockstrin!”

“I will definitely win!”

Expectations are high, so I can’t do anything about it. First of all, the order of selection by lot is the second.

The first student of Sorus finished the order without incident. You won’t knock it down like that, but it’s no fun.

“What, what are you doing!”

“Ah, the moment I speak, Rockstrin player! That’s where Sorus has already taken it!”

The place where I applied my magical power was not the piled up dirt in front of my nose, but the student Sorus on the other side.

Of course, this soil magic manipulation also becomes more difficult the farther away from the body.

After scooping out a handful, the student of Sorus looked visibly embarrassed.

“Is it okay to do this!”

“Come to think of it, there was no rule that said you shouldn’t invade other people’s land. There is no ownership of the land before it was taken!”

“Then, shall I lend a hand too?”

Taking advantage of this momentum, Oberon also reached out to Liden.

It’s not as much as me, but Oberon’s students were quite good at earth magic, so a considerable amount of sand was dragged out.

“Can we take it from our side?”

“I can’t get that far!”

In fact, this was a strategy agreed upon on the spot with Oberon.

I thought that sophisticated manipulation skills were needed, so I sent out a student who specialized in this, but it was because I heard a story from the side.

“You want me to tell you about my lack of magical power. You can’t leak your strategy.”

“yes! Even I in the chair of the society heard it all!”

“This, this is a slander!”

“Just surrender and come here. It’s our mistake.”

Sorus gritted his teeth and tried to scoop up dirt from the closest position, but was defeated by touching the flag.

The match ended smoothly with my victory, as I was able to easily extend my magic farther. I returned to my seat to applause.

The competition is also proceeding smoothly.

Those three are left.

“Are you doing well… … .”

Well, what’s the point of worrying?

I just believe