Chapter 117: Priest
Basileo came hesitantly into the gym.
I looked at him for a moment and then released the wisp in his hand.
A wisp that was finally created with mana crystals. It was violent, but it was worth the effort to control.
I asked Basileo.
“How long have you been here?”
“Well, it started when the teacher said, ‘Please do better this time.’”
I just saw it from the beginning.
I was a little embarrassed and scratched my head.
My sixth sense didn’t work. I was feeling quite embarrassed inside.
Of course, the sixth sense is excellent for detecting hostile things, but this does not mean that the general detection ability is inferior.
Since it is essentially a power that detects all supernatural things, it is a superior compatibility with basic mana detection.
This is a very outstanding performance, as he was able to detect the hiding in the imperial palace to protect the empress.
However, it did not detect Basileo. No, I should say that it was detected but the alarm did not go off.
I did detect mana outside the gym. But I didn’t really care.
If you practice at the gym, you might end up getting caught by someone. It wasn’t something I was hiding at all. There was just no suitable place other than here.
But it couldn’t be possible that it was Basileo.
‘This kid just came without using any magic, so he didn’t feel anything special?’
When I first gained my sixth sense, my senses became hypersensitive and it was quite difficult for me to adapt.
Rather than developing my sensing ability like other people, on the contrary, I gained great abilities all at once. So my adaptation process was toward less detection.
I have previously referred to my acquisition of a sixth sense as ‘a pig that has lost sight of the sky.’ It is similar to how, even if you are concerned about the sky at first, you try hard not to look at it, and as time goes by, you end up not paying attention to the sky.
To me, it’s like a sixth sense. It is a sky that you can see whenever you look up, and it is a sky that you can naturally tell when it rains, snows, or thunderstorms.
‘But a piece of cloud drifting by is insignificant. Even if it was detected.’
“Uh, teacher.”
Then Basile called me.
“How did you just do that?”
Well, it was an expected question. I was having trouble deciding how to answer that question.
To be honest, of course it makes no sense. Regardless of whether I believe it or not, I don’t know where to start explaining it.
“Ah, just in the process of combining my skills and magic…”
When I said that, Basileo’s eyes changed.
Thud!
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He knelt down so that both knees made a sound, and then bowed down to me as if he were bowing deeply.
“Teacher! Teach me magic! “Please be my magic teacher!”
“… No, I’m already teaching.”
And I’m already a magic teacher.
“The skill you just showed me. It was a move that shook my magic knowledge to the ground! “If I could learn even a little bit of that area to expand my limited knowledge, it wouldn’t be a waste of my life and soul to step on the cliff!”
“The words are so poignant that I don’t know what they’re talking about.”
This guy has a knack for putting together great expressions and then thinking about them. If this is also a wizard’s talent, is it a talent? I think exaggerating the scale of the horse would be a good match for Selena.
‘As expected, I’m not going to go along with the excuse I just made.’
Basileo knew right away that I was going to make a fool of myself. In other words, I don’t know exactly what I did, but I understand the general idea.
However, since you don’t know the existence of magic crystals, you will continue to clash with the original theory.
‘I didn’t want to get involved as much as possible with the students of Atlas.’
Teaching students is not my original purpose. I just needed suitable accommodations for my colleagues and a library where they could research and gain knowledge.
Of course, you can still teach students, but what I am wary of is a slightly different issue.
‘I don’t know who is the good guy here.’
Unlike Constell, I don’t know all the characters here. What will happen to them later, what process will they go through and how will they change?
Basileo, who is in front of us now, is a somewhat immature and passionate student at the moment, but we don’t know how he will change in the future.
If I teach Basileo and he later becomes a villain, I have made evil stronger.
Recently I have realized my ignorance.
When Belphegor falls and this world reaches a point I don’t even know about.
I was worried after that, and about half of the things happened exactly as I had worried.
I was caught up in a situation I didn’t know about and worked hard to find out, but as a result, I was treated like a devil by the Terst Empire and came here.
I am very immature when it comes to situations that I haven’t tried before. So from now on, I want to be careful not to create unexpected situations.
“…”
“…”
I looked at Basileo for a moment.
At least those eyes seemed sincere. Or maybe this guy has Selena-level acting skills.
“Unfortunately, I can’t explain to you what I just showed you.”
“…”
Basil Leo’s shoulders slumped in disappointment.
I spoke to him.
“It’s because your accomplishments are lacking. Not yet.”
At this, Basil Leo’s eyes sparkled again.
He asked.
“… “Will you let me know when my achievements increase?”
“It’s not enough to just gain some weight. “We must achieve growth that cannot be compared to now.”
In the end, I decided to raise Basileo.
Of course, I don’t have the heart or qualities that a good teacher should have, so I can’t use my excellent teaching skills to raise him. I have no intention of doing so.
“I will at least follow you on the path to achieving that achievement.”
“Is that true!”
It’s a lie.
To begin with, I have never achieved anything like that with magic.
But Basile will believe. Because there is magic I just showed you.
Basileo would surely believe that I have extraordinary magical achievements.
I’m not raising Basileo because I’m a great wizard.
My magic skills are poor, I don’t know teaching methods, and I’m not an appropriate mentor. I do not raise Basileo with such abilities.
“Basileo, you know that growing up is ultimately up to you. “Not anyone else.”
Basile himself will raise himself.
Basile shouted, his eyes shining even brighter at my words.
“Of course I know!”
Good to know.
Thanks to you, I don’t have to feel any remorse at all.
* * *
“… You’re here again. Teacher.”
“Yes. Thank you for your hard work always.”
I entered the library and exchanged pleasantries with the librarian. The librarian’s greeting didn’t seem casual, but it worked because I was casual.
I am literally devouring knowledge about the Agoris continent right now.
History, nation, relationship with the devil, and God.
Any book that looked even remotely related to him was immediately taken out, flipped through from the first page to the last, and thrown into the workshop.
There is no need to read or see. If you need it, you can take it out of the workshop and read it at any time.
Palak.
Palak.
Palak.
As I was just concentrating on putting things into the workshop, the speed at which I turned the pages of the book was less than 1 second.
“…”
“…”
And when I do this, I can feel people’s attention slowly gathering.
That’s probably why the librarian is so indifferent to me. You probably think I’m joking.
I’m not making a fuss, but I can’t give them any attention, and since I’m a teacher in the first place, it’s difficult to give them such sanctions, and it still disturbs people’s concentration.
But, it’s none of my business. The only problem is other people who can’t concentrate on this.
“Teacher.”
But an unexpected student appeared there.
She sat across from me and looked at me with an innocent expression.
“… What happened? “Miss Zenita.”
This child is Zenita di Sandri. She is a student in my class, and as I recall, she is also the student sitting next to Basil Leo.
Zenita flinched and was surprised at my words.
She said, “She said she remembered every student’s face and name, and that’s true.”
“I don’t remember everything. Still, the students in my class should memorize it.”
Of course, it’s thanks to the workshop that I remember it, but it’s also true that I don’t know everything.
In my workshop, I have photos and names of students, but I can’t immediately match the photos by looking at their faces.
“Teacher, last time Basile made a mistake.”
“Do you mean house wind poetry?”
“Yes. That’s what the teacher said back then. “Don’t make mistakes.”
“I did.”
“Don’t teachers make mistakes?”
Whoa.
This bold question. I feel like I miss something.
Moreover, there seems to be personal feelings in the tone and tone of speech.
When I saw Zenita, she flinched a little, but still looked straight at me.
I said with a grin.
“Of course we make mistakes.”
“Then what is your advice?”
“So we lost a lot of people.”
Zenita’s words, which seemed to go well, stopped just like that.
I turned my attention back to the book.
“If you do that, it is better to fail.”
“… “What is the difference between the two?”
“It makes no difference.”
“… ?”
At my words, I see Zenita’s face crumpled in confusion out of the corner of my eye.
I said, turning the pages as usual.
“There is no difference, but I believe there is a difference. Failure is something I will have to correct and overcome, but it is just this one mistake and I will not make another one like this. “I believe that and I make mistakes again.”
“… !”
“You must graduate soon and face demons and monsters.”
It is certain that this continent is less exposed to danger than the empire I was in,
As long as you walk the path of fighting against enemies, death is always nearby. I can’t say the same things to those people as I would at an ordinary school.
“It’s too late to say that one mistake is okay.”
“…”
And a moment of silence.
As soon as Zenita heard me, she opened her mouth to retort something, but then she glanced away, then hesitated and lowered her head.
I thought she would leave just like that, but she didn’t get up from the chair, perhaps because it wasn’t enough.
While I was turning the pages, Zenita was distracted, like a squirrel, rolling her eyes here and there, looking for any acorns that had fallen.
“… That’s right, teacher!”
This guy just said, ‘That’s right.’
“What is it?”
“Well, are you really reading a book?”
Zenita pointed to my book. I am still turning the pages at a diligent pace.
In fact, other people might think that the purpose is to turn the pages rather than to read the book.
“It’s just a cursory glance.”
I didn’t particularly want to boast about my abilities, and I didn’t want it to be misunderstood as my memory, so I spoke roughly.
“Well, I read the whole book.”
“That’s great.”
“If I give you a problem, will you guess it?”
“No. You won’t get it right anyway. Like I said, I only skimmed it.”
I’ll guess it right, but if I do that, it’ll look even weirder.
I have almost reached the last chapter of this book. Let’s rent other books. Zenita seems to want to disturb me somehow.
“Let’s make a bet.”
“I don’t like it.”
“If you answer all the questions I asked correctly, I will give you something you want.”
“… ?”
I didn’t understand the suggestion and looked at Zenita.
Zenita said.
“As you know, our family, Sindri, is one of the most wealthy and powerful families in the Atlas, and we can give you anything. So you can trust it.”
“It’s not like that.”
I didn’t even know that the Sindri family was that kind of family, but that’s not what I was wondering about.
“Why would you make such a bet with me?”
At first, when Zenita spoke to me, I thought that it was because she did not like her that she reprimanded Vasily Leo.
But there is no benefit to this bet. It has already become a problem that has nothing to do with Basileo. If you just want to beat me, the risk is too big.
There Zenita raised her finger.
“hehehe. “It’s a bet, so if I win, shouldn’t I get something too?”
“Is there something you want from me?”
“Sure.”
Is there really a purpose? From Zenita’s point of view, she didn’t seem to think that she would lose to me, who was just turning the pages.
“What is it? “What you want.”
“If I win, I would like to ask you for a personal request.”
“What is the content of the request?”
“I’ll tell you when I win.”
It’s an unfair bet. You make a bet after receiving information that is less than half of the risk.
But whatever.
“Great.”
Just as Zenita is confident of victory.
I can’t lose this bet.