Chapter 1 The Human Sloth Frontier (2)
got used to the class.
This does not mean that I have started to understand the content of the class. I still don’t know
Whether it’s a blackboard or a textbook, they just store all the images of the people they learn in the studio.
What I got used to was the atmosphere in class. It would be correct to say that everyone, including me, got used to it.
Slowly everyone got used to me as I opened my eyes and looked at the blackboard every class.
I think the fact that I didn’t take any notes convinced the students.
“Then let’s bring up the problem here.”
The teacher lowered the wizard view that had the screen on.
Perhaps the answer to the question is on that screen.
“Frondier-kun.”
The teacher’s eyes pointing at me looked very uncomfortable.
The fact that I am taking classes with my eyes open.
That may be a good thing for some teachers, but vice versa.
In fact, the reason that Frontier was able to sleep throughout the class was because he was a ‘child of the Roach family’.
The educational institution I attend ‘Constell’ makes no distinction between nobles and commoners. The distinction is made only by skill.
However, not all human beings are like that.
Constell’s system is meritocracy, but people inside have their own thoughts.
Some people fart at aristocrats and ignore commoners,
Some people do not shy away from it, and there are those who take the side of the commoners and hate the nobility.
That part of the frontier’s position was really interesting.
The teacher who flatters the nobles doesn’t touch me when I sleep,
A teacher who dislikes nobility outright ignores me whether I sleep or not.
That is, neither side interferes with Frontier’s indolence.
‘If you think about it that way, the teacher who woke me up in the first place was a unique person.’
I woke up just because I was a student, because I was in class.
A very teacher-like reaction.
The more people like that, the better the educational institution will be.
But the teacher in front of me now did not feel that way.
The disgust in the eyes that look at me proves that.
“What happened in the 144th year of the Terst Empire?”
… … ?
The answer to this question is contained in the content just popped up in the WizardView.
But it had only been a few minutes since I saw it.
Others would have written and took notes with sincerity.
“It’s okay to look at what you wrote down and answer it.”
haha. this lady
Was it sad that I stayed still without taking notes?
I took out the image I saved in the ‘workshop’. This is my ‘writing’.
While I pulled out the image and checked the contents, the teacher sighed in relief.
“Can’t you answer me? If that’s the case, I’ll take notes straight from next time.”
“Your Majesty Edezion Terst has passed away.”
edezion.
Simply put, he is now Emperor Terst’s grandfather.
Frankly, he is not a proud emperor to the citizens of the Empire. At that time, the realm of humans continued to shrink to the demons.
An incompetent emperor who left only a record of defeat.
However, whoever it was, if he had ascended to the throne at that time, he would have died wearing the same disgrace.
It was such a difficult and hopeless time. Guess I wasn’t lucky
The eyes of the teacher looking at me became harsh.
why do you look like that
The student got the correct answer.
“… … It wouldn’t be the only thing.”
“After the death of the emperor, the Empire moved its capital to Silester, and this is the third and last capital of the Terst Empire.”
I just look at the images I pulled out and read them.
It sounds rude, but what do you do?
“Even at that time, the need for a combat training institution like Constell, where we are now, was highlighted, and it even went up to the legislative stage, but it was rejected. As a result, this choice was correct. At that time, it was a priority to establish a clear boundary between humans and monsters.”
“… … And?”
The teacher asked me as if thinking about how far I could go.
But I’m just crazy.
“… … The next year will be 145 years.”
‘Cause I’ve read it all
“… … .”
“… … .”
A brief snowball fight.
Honestly, I don’t know why they’re having a snowball fight.
A woman staring at me, a tendon grew on the teacher’s forehead.
After a while, she put on her glasses and put on her glasses.
“good. Then look at the next page-”
As if nothing had happened, WizardView reopened and class continued.
Only occasionally did the teacher’s fingers tremble a little while the students gasped and giggled.
* * *
power test room.
This facility boasts the largest space in Constell.
There are only a few students with divine powers, but their powers vary greatly, and their power and scale also vary widely.
For more accurate measurement, each student with confidence has a record table, and teachers comprehensively review the records to make an appropriate evaluation.
“… … Awesome.”
And here stands a girl.
A dreary scene lying around her.
Cracked rocks, charred soot, frozen ground, sharply engraved lightning bolts, etc.
It is hard to believe that it was the result of only one person.
The teacher, Alex, who was watching her measurements, swallowed.
‘Is this child that ‘Inies’?’
Inies is not her exact name. I just got the middle name of ‘Inies’ because of the love of the five gods.
Elodie de Inies Lisa.
Elodie, the eldest daughter of the Lishae family.
A girl who possesses a whopping five of the divine power that is difficult for one person to own.
At the young age of seventeen, it can be said that her future is almost decided. It is a future where everyone’s envy, respect, jealousy, and envy are all in one body.
“how about it? record.”
“Well, it’s pretty much the same as before. I don’t have to worry about losing the record.”
Alex answered with a calm expression on his face.
“a. I was expecting it to go up.”
Elodie said with a playful smile.
Alex smiled face to face, but he was sweating.
What if I go up there more?
However, there was a shadow somewhere in Elodie’s expression, who was joking.
She still has memories of the Frontier she met in the hallway.
-… … How do I feel about you
I waited.
The words were not finished. I was blown away by a baseball that suddenly flew in.
But now, I consider it fortunate.
Frontier and Elodie have known each other since childhood.
Although no one in Constell knows.
Roach, the family of Frontier, and Lisha, the family of Elodi, have long been friends and rivals.
Ampere, the head of Roach, is famous for his ‘achievement of the iron wall’, but the Richie family also had a lot of credit for that achievement.
It is inevitable that the sons and daughters of each state, two people of the same age, got to know each other.
… … Elodie had no expectations of Frontier.
The son of the Ampere, the younger brother of the Atzier.
Everyone expected Frontier to be as talented as they were.
Elodie was pretty good at that.
As an old friend, I just hoped Frontier would do the right thing.
But Frontier did not.
He had neither divine power nor talent, and even his character was poor.
There was no effort to develop skills that were lacking, no sense of responsibility to do the work, let alone management of one’s daily life.
The old feelings I had seen since I was a child have faded over time.
Frontier finally broke even the last promise he made with Elodie.
-Frondie, see you at Constell alumni after school. I have something to give you
It must have been an easy appointment.
It must have been you who answered that you would know.
… … But Frontier didn’t come out all the way, and he tried to pass by in the hallway like someone who didn’t know Elodie at all.
‘… … hallway.’
Elodie opened her eyes dimly and asked Alex.
“… … Teacher, if you were a teacher, how would you stop the flying arrows?”
She remembered the little commotion in the hallway when she was with Frontier.
A baseball flew in and the windows shattered, and she set them all on fire in an instant.
During the fall, they bounced off the air.
It’s definitely what Frontier did. I can’t figure out how
It’s hard to explain everything one by one, so I changed the example to an arrow instead of a piece of glass.
“Magically, there are countless ways, whether it be burned, frozen, or blown away by the wind. You just have to lose power. Unless it’s a perm arrow.”
“… … If someone told you to block arrows with something like an invisible wall, what would you think?”
“You mean it was pushed by the wind?”
“No, literally, to an invisible wall, if you say you bounced it off.”
“Have you seen such a person?”
“Oh, no! It’s just a family story. If so, what if?”
Elodie’s questions may sound childish and silly to other students.
But Alex took it seriously. Because the student who asked the question was Elodie.
Elodie must have thought of what Alex was thinking first. Still, what I was asking was that there was a lot of trouble with this question.
… … However, looking back, Alex’s conclusion was the same.
“It’s strange.”
“… … Yes?”
“The most likely thing is invisibility magic. Whether it be a wall or a shield, it blocks arrows after putting an invisibility on an item that can be carried by a person. If so, it can become an ‘invisible wall’ when others see it. Literally. But invisibility magic is quite tricky. It’s not really transparent, it’s because you have to apply diffuse reflection of light. Transparency fails even with a slight calculation mistake. Even if this is successful, the question remains.”
“… … What are you doing that for?”
“right. It doesn’t need to be invisible to block it, then just a shield. You don’t even need magic. If you want to use magic, there is an easier way, and if you are blocking it with a shield, you don’t need to make it transparent. It doesn’t match.”
Elodie nodded, thinking the same thing.
… … Besides, I omitted details about Alex.
Actually, shooting arrows is about the wartime situation, and in Elodie’s case, it wasn’t an arrow, it was a piece of glass, just a daily accident.
Who would carry something like a transparent shield in the hallway they normally walk in? While preparing for an attack that may or may not fly one day.
Alex thought for a moment and then slowly opened his mouth.
“There is one more thing, but this is very unlikely.”
“What?”
“Um, that’s a nonsense story.”
“Nevertheless.”
Alex smiled bitterly. That expression alone was telling him that what he was going to say from now on was an absurd story.
“I’m writing an auror.”
“… … come? The aura that the warriors have in their weapons?”
“right. Mana and Auror are the same substance, originally called ‘Qi’. If the wizard manages mana through formulas and achieves it with magic, the warrior takes tens of thousands of training and training to instill the Auror itself.”
“But what does that have to do with the invisible wall?”
“It’s a strange story for wizards, but warriors who have reached the point can create Aurors without weapons.”
Elodie’s mouth fell open. It was then that I understood what Alex was trying to say.
I can understand why you’re talking nonsense.
“So… … Are you saying that a warrior who has reached that level created an aura the size of a shield with his bare hands?”
“It was a family story, wasn’t it?”
“Ah, that’s right! As a family story! It was a question of whether such a thing was possible.”
Elodie thought as he answered that.
There is, of course, no possibility that Frontier created the Auror.
There must be very few people making Aurors with their bare hands, even without weapons.
But you made the auror big enough to bounce off all those countless pieces of glass?
‘… … Nonsense.’
If so, either Frontier really did something stupid to cast invisibility magic on his shield.
… … Or, what
Alex looked at Elodie with a worried expression and smiled.
Elodie must have seen something.
But Alex was sure. what did you see wrong
“But it’s just a theory. No one can do that.”
“… … Oh, right?”
“If there were even one person who could do that, the land of mankind would have been bigger than it is today.”
“Is that enough?”
“If an Auror the size of a shield can be made with bare hands without any weapons, his body itself is equivalent to a legendary weapon. A legendary weapon that fires at random. Dozens of invisible weapons fly off, and if you hit it, think of it as just the right size for a hole.”
At Alex’s words, Elodie’s face went red.
“It’s definitely scary.”
Misunderstood
Foreshadowing