Chapter 115: Atlas (3)
Frondier and Elodie are newly appointed to Atlas.
After the self-introduction on the first day of school, the long-awaited first class began.
As expected from many students, Elodie showed off her excellent magic skills in her lab.
For her to aim for her temple cow combinations, the technical problems of her magic were almost always easy. She was adept at giving her demonstrations and comparing practical situations from a wizard’s perspective.
However, because her talent was so outstanding, she often did not know why students were having difficulty with the parts they were having difficulty with, and she was still immature in how to deal with such situations.
However, I tried to understand the difficulties students felt by repeating and implementing it several times. As a result, although progress was slightly slower, Elodie’s teaching skills improved.
As his class ended, Elodie thought.
‘As Frontier said, the battle is a bit old-fashioned.’
There was something about Elodie that touched me even more because she was in charge of her practical skills. The roles of wizards were very fixed here.
In the Atlas, wizards are the last line of defense, positioned behind archers. That’s why wizards take it for granted that someone is protecting them.
Of course, it’s not fundamentally wrong, but the wizards here are too relaxed despite assuming a battle situation where you don’t know what will happen at any time. As if there was a wall in front of him that would surely never be broken through.
‘First graders would understand.’
The students Elodie teaches now are in the third grade. Elodie, who was in third grade not long ago, noticed the stark difference in skills between her two continents.
Elodie is a wizard who can fight on her own. The magic barrier that protects her body is so skilled that it can be completed in less than a second, and most attacks cannot penetrate her barrier. She’s used to casting at high speeds, even if it’s not for her.
Of course, she doesn’t expect Elo D to be at this level for her other students. However, she was naturally taking precautions in case even Runia, who was called a pure magician in Constell, did not have a vanguard.
However, there is no such contrast here. Wizards are relaxed, cautious, and do not move from place to place.
‘Should I fix this?’
Elodie thought for a moment. It’s probably similar to Frontier’s concerns.
She said it was because Frondier did not want to be noticed, but in Elodie’s case, she was concerned about her somewhat annoying nature and friction with her existing teachers.
“Teacher.”
Then one of her male students approached her.
“Can I ask you one more time about what you showed me earlier?”
“Huh? Okay.”
Elodie spoke and looked at her male student.
‘Basileo… Was it?’
Elodie learned the names of her students in advance. Most people can remember their names by looking at their faces.
She showed and taught one of her magic tricks according to her curriculum in this class. The name of the magic is ‘Jippungsi’. Hers is similar to ‘Storm Poetry’, which Elodie frequently uses, but is a lower level wind magic.
Elodie explained by embodying the house style.
“For this magic, it is quick to construct the technique while aiming the bow, but if that is not possible, you can complete the magic first and then draw the bow. “Until you can complete the technique without having to look at it.”
“… Teacher.”
Basileo, who was quietly watching Elodie’s magic, said.
“The book and the technique are different.”
“Uh, huh?”
“How did you do it?”
Basileo looked at Elodie with sparkling eyes.
Elodie was embarrassed.
‘Ugh, without even realizing it.’
For a magician, a magic trick is a law that must be fixed without wavering when completing magic.
To use an analogy, when calculating a large number of numbers, the memory of numbers that appear at the beginning or numbers that are difficult to memorize becomes blurry as you go back. Therefore, since it is difficult to solve using mental calculations alone, it is best to write it down in advance.
In magic, this note is a spell.
Just as there is no need to write down numbers no matter how difficult they are if you can mentally calculate them, magicians omit some of the magic.
──This was common sense in the Terst Empire.
‘Because here, I think it’s natural for all the techniques to be concocted right before your eyes.’
It seemed to Elodie that Agoris valued accuracy rather than the speed of magic. The perception that no matter how long it takes, all you have to do is succeed. Therefore, progress toward simplification and efficient composition of techniques is slow.
“Uhm, this is it. “It’s about simplifying the technique.”
First, Elodie tried to explain. It’s not like this concept doesn’t exist at all.
But as Elodie expected, a question arose that she could not answer.
“How do you simplify it?”
Ugh. Elodie swallowed her voice internally.
In fact, methods of simplification already exist in theory. But she didn’t do as Elodie predicted. Because it was already possible.
“Oh, well. Since class time is up, shall we talk about it in the next class? No, ask the teachers who teach magic theory. “I’m sure you’ll explain it much more kindly than I can.”
“Magical theory…”
Basileo, who became sullen at Elodie’s words, spoke with somewhat cold eyes.
“… “Mr. Frontier?”
“Huh? Oh, well, can I ask that teacher?”
“Teacher, did you originally know Teacher Frontier?”
Basileo asked with eyes full of suspicion.
Elodie responded with a flawless smile.
“Huh? No? “It’s my first time seeing you here.”
“… Really?”
“Then.”
Elodie’s acting was perfect. However, the look of suspicion that never goes away.
Elodie thought as she looked at Basileo.
‘Ah, this.’
The fact that Elodie and Frondier behave as if they are strangers is their own problem, but it is good for the students no matter what.
Even if we had known each other from the beginning, what would be different for the students? Some acquaintances came to Atlas as teachers, that’s it.
But when you look at Basileo’s eyes, expression, and tone of voice.
“… All right. “Thank you for the class.”
Basil Leo bowed his head politely and walked away.
As Basileo’s figure disappears, Elodie lets out a small sigh.
“… “There are men who are easy to understand like that.”
* * *
Frontier was still thinking.
This was also true during her first class.
He was currently writing down his class materials on the blackboard, and was conducting a class no different from other teachers.
The students, who had high expectations when they first heard about his appearance and that he had designed a three-dimensional map, soon looked at the blackboard with disappointed eyes.
Well, that’s the case with all theory classes. There is no way the class will change just because the teacher changes.
‘Is it right to do it this way?’
Frontier thought while teaching class.
He knew that this continent was very lacking in magic theory. As for knowledge, he had already thought about how to teach it.
However, there were two things that made it impossible for him to proceed easily.
One is that, as he initially thought, there is nothing good about him standing out. The reason I came to Atlas in the first place was to research other gods and Hercules, and I had no intention of putting all my effort into teaching.
And another thing was because Frondier himself had not learned any magic.
‘Now this class material can be done just by speaking, so there is no need to show magic. It seems like there are other teachers besides me who teach theory without using magic.’
Of course, if you learn at least one or two basic spells, you will quickly master them. Frontier, which has quite a few theories in its workshop, still has magic that can be imitated if one wants to. Although he hasn’t done it yet.
But if he wants to go in the direction of improvement that Frondier thinks, he will probably be less persuasive if he can’t do magic himself.
‘For now, let’s take it easy and think about it. He’s going to change the course of the class, even if it’s later.’
“Teacher.”
Then someone raised their hand.
Frondier stood up without even answering.
Frondier said while looking at him.
“Yes, Basile. “What’s going on?”
Vasileo was a little surprised that Frondier said his name straight away without even pretending to recall his memory, but he did his best to conceal it.
“I have a question.”
“Yes, what is it?”
Basileo raised both hands at Frondier’s words. He soon began advocating magic.
“I will take the wind into my hands…”
A sudden magic chant. The students around him were surprised to see Basileo, but Frondier watched in silence.
Soon Basil Leo perfects his magic and unleashes it.
“Jippungsi!”
Then, an arrow of wind was created connecting his hands in one line.
Frondier thought.
‘Chanting, magic, and even starting words. This is truly a textbook manifestation.’
Any teacher would praise the magic that Basileo perfected.
And Frontier is a teacher now.
“That’s great. “It is a home-style poem of wonderful perfection.”
Of course I praise him. For now.
“And the question is about him?”
“Yes.”
Basil Leo nodded his head.
Frondier’s eyes slightly lowered.
‘It’s magic that has nothing to do with the magic theory I’m currently teaching. Magic that is separate from the course content. There…’
While thinking, Basileo speaks.
“Is there a way to simplify this magic?”
‘… A question that seems to be testing me.’
Frondier thought for a moment.
I am under suspicion. I don’t know why, but it’s definitely true.
So what is being suspected? Skills as a teacher? Or the original purpose? Or did you receive any kind of advice due to your divine powers? Is God interfering with him again?
Since he couldn’t be sure either way, Frondier decided to try to ease his doubts. If he doesn’t answer correctly, other students will doubt him.
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“Simplify.”
Frondier briefly glanced at the collection of poems completed by Basileo, and
It is completed with ‘Weaving’, a trait that allows the same thing to be copied while the other person is casting it.
“You mean like this?”
“… !”
In Frontier’s hands, something identical to what Basileo created is born.
Not only Basileo but all the students looked at the scene in amazement.
“Soo, the technique… !”
“It’s not just a magic trick, there’s no chanting or starting words!”
“At almost the same speed as drawing mana!”
A classroom that quickly becomes noisy.
Basil Leo, in particular, was shocked and trembled at the sight before his eyes.
“Hmm, how, at that speed…” …”
Basil Leo saw before his eyes the home style poem created by Elodie.
She also completed it much faster than Basileo, but what Frontier showed just now was not at that level.
A level that far exceeds the speed of his magic, as if it was completed by pressing a single button.
“N-that’s nonsense, I didn’t see any magic…”
And in the midst of excessive panic, his home style is noticeably shaken. Basil Leo, who had forgotten that he was still working on his magic.
‘Eek.’
Frondier released his black cloth at the sight.
“Ah, ah!”
Only then did Basile realize the danger and try to control the magic, but it was too late.
Shoo!
His arrow shoots into the classroom. Although it is slower than Elodie, it is textbook-style wind magic. Of course, the power is enough, needless to say. This is not a spell that can be fired inside a classroom.
“Hi!”
An arrow of wind fired into a group of students. They were unprepared.
One,
Woe!
Black waves fill before them. The waves cover the shot windshield and form a sphere.
Pow!
A sound like an arrow exploding could be heard inside, but the black sphere completely silenced the magic without any leaks.
Whisper—
Then they dispersed again and returned to the place they had flown from, Frontier.
The students looked at the scene blankly.
The arrow that Basileo shot was covered in something, lost its power, and disappeared. It was a pitch-black liquid, then a solid, and then returned to a liquid again and was recovered by Frondier. Of course, it was something I had never seen before.
Am I also magic? Can there be such a thing as magic that can be manipulated so freely?
While everyone was dazed, Frondier spoke.
“Student Basileo.”
“…”
“Basileo.”
“Yes, yes!”
Only after being called twice did Basile come to his senses and answer. Especially when it was called the second time, the voice was incredibly scary.
However, Frondier returned to his usual voice and speaking style.
“What did you do wrong? “Tell me.”
Frondier ended up asking one of the three most difficult questions in the world to answer.