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The life of an office worker was originally like this.
If you go, you will go, if you come, you will come.
Philip was more used to this kind of life than he thought. Even though I had enough freedom and ability not to do it, there was a point where I felt comfortable doing as I was told to a certain extent.
Of course, heading to the Great Plains infested with monsters was a bit of a stretch, but luckily he wasn’t alone.
Because there are quite a few office workers in the same situation as him.
There were about 20 students participating in this monster subjugation practice.
It was a practice conducted by receiving applicants from among the 3rd and 4th grade students, but the participation rate was quite low because safety was not completely guaranteed.
In particular, this year’s participation rate was particularly appalling, as there was an accident in which a fourth-year student died because he did not obey the instructor’s instructions and acted on his own in the last training session.
Philip climbed into the rattling carriage and looked at the red-haired woman staring at him.
It was an instructor wearing the name ‘Ophelia’, and when she met Philip’s gaze, she smiled and started talking.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
“There is nothing in particular, but isn’t the instructor looking at me because he has something to say to me?”
When Philip asked, she smiled again and shook her head slightly.
“I saw it without meaning. I just want to know who you are.”
It seemed like everyone was interested in something. She was one of the brightest points among the instructors who were mobilized for practice, and since Philip and she weren’t the only ones riding in the carriage, jealous eyes focused on Philip.
“He is nothing special.”
“Please. You are special in appearance. Oh, and good luck tonight. I have a bad sleeping habit, so I’m afraid I’ll excuse myself.”
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Seeing the red-haired beauty talking modestly, Philip lost his senses and nearly burst into laughter.
‘No, you’re not like this.’
Her identity is Christine Baroun, the daughter of the Margrave of the North and the older sister of Hailey Baroun. Among the young female swordsmen, along with Felicia, she was one of the most talented.
To put it bluntly, it was good to see him as a strong player approaching the level of an academy professor.
Because of her cool and easy-going personality, she was a fairly popular character even though she was a supporting character close to an extra, so Philip knew well that her personality wasn’t like that.
‘What the hell are you doing to me? I’m not the kind of person who laughs like that.’
As a character who appears as a helper when conducting episodes outside the academy, she was clearly a good person in terms of her inclination, but she was strict as she was educated as a knight, and she was brash like a male knight who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
“Hmm, hmm. Instructors. Since there are some instructors who are new to the monster subjugation practice, would it be okay if I explain the contents while we go?”
Instructor Theodore, the instructor of the intermediate swordsmanship course, opened his mouth to break the awkward atmosphere. After the other instructors agreed, he cleared his throat a few more times and then began to explain the practice in earnest.
“Students’ practice begins at this moment when they move to the wagon. All you have to do is respond immediately to the monsters you encounter while moving, subdue them, and even score them for post-processing. If a monster the students can’t handle appears, we will step in, and that won’t happen, but if it’s a monster the instructors can’t handle, the accompanying professors will step in.”
Two professors participated in this experiment.
Professor Altair, who is in charge of advanced swordsmanship subjects, and Professor Kessler Murella, who is in charge of intermediate theory in the Faculty of Magic.
“Twenty students will be divided into four groups of five. There are eight instructors in total, so you can pair up and take on one group. Anyone have any questions?”
“Does taking over mean you have to keep following that group?”
When Instructor Snowbell of the Faculty of Magic asked a question, Instructor Theodore nodded.
“yes. That’s right. Basically, you just need to keep a distance where you can react immediately when students need help. A street where you can watch every move. If students make a wrong choice, they should be stopped immediately, and points can be deducted from the scoring sheet given out.”
“What if you say it’s the wrong choice?”
“I’m talking about actions that provoke a dangerous monster, or actions that incite discord.”
Philip, who was quietly listening to the explanation, suddenly looked west. It seemed that practice would start a little early.
When Instructor Ophelia found Philip looking in the same direction as her, she smiled and blushed.
Contrary to Philip’s concerns, there was only one thought in her head.
‘… He’s really handsome.’
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“A bunch of orcs!”
Johnny Murella jumped up in surprise at the sound of a third-year student in the swordsmanship department sitting on the driver’s seat. I wasn’t particularly scared or anything like that, I was just surprised by the louder voice than I had imagined.
“don’t worry. Janice Murella. Are you just an orc?”
Borian Herbit, the same third year swordsmanship student, smiled and said to Janice.
He belonged to the strongest axis among the 3rd graders, and although he was not the best in terms of grades, he beat Elijah Hilt, who was known as the best, every time in sparring.
Janice let out a small sigh as she recalled the image of him not taking his eyes off her the entire time they were moving.
“Oh yeah. Thank you too.”
She answered insincerely, looking at Cheryl, who was sitting next to her.
“Look how good you are. Janice.”
Cheryl giggled and whispered.
“Maybe I like you. I want to get to know you through me. Oh, I wish Stefan would have come with me. Of course, I was caught in body aches… .”
Unfortunately, Stephen Bray, whom I always go with, caught a bad cold two days before the practice, so I couldn’t attend.
“It is the body aches, young master… no, it’s not his fault Johnny’s. let’s get off What if I lose points?”
To Cheryl and Johnny, who had even met the Manticore, the Orcs were not a threat. Leisurely getting off the wagon, they soon found a group of orcs surrounding the wagon train.
The number is about thirty.
Johnny’s tilted his head as it was far from Guando, so even if the security was unstable, it wasn’t that many orcs were going around.
“Chwiik… human… … Jim and… Chwiik, give your words… .”
“load! Chwiik! word!”
Armed with rusty weapons, but with superior strength and stamina compared to humans, 30 orcs could easily deal with about 40 non-regular combatants without archers.
Faced with the stern faces, horrible body odors, and raw ferocity of a pig that had eaten something very wrong, the students gulped down their saliva.
“You idiots, you are surrounded, so unite around the wagon! Wizards are preparing to assist immediately!”
Borrian Herbit shouted. Orcs often appeared in the estate of Viscount Herbit, his family, and since he was a child, he was able to keep his composure even when he saw them.
Janice Murella was about to cast the floating spell right away, but remembered what Philip had said before leaving.
‘Since you have already surpassed the level of a student, I would like you to practice in a way that assists other students rather than stepping out yourself. Because I know your skills well. There is no need to show anything.’
Hearing that, Janis could only answer with a smile like an idiot.
“Haap!”
Borrian moved first. He rushed out with his own sophisticated skills and cut the shoulder of an orc warrior who was maintaining the siege from a distance.
“Chwiiik!”
“Chwiik! Chwiik! Humans attacked first! Kill them all!”
Immediately, the Orcs charged towards the wagon. The instructors got off the wagon and watched the students fight without the students noticing.
“If you move like that without agreement, points will be deducted immediately. Although he has rendered one orc incapacitated, it is not appropriate to do so with an ally who is still out of breath. If I was going to do anything alone, I had to do more damage than that.”
At Instructor Theodore’s explanation, Philip nodded. It was perfectly right.
The action in groups was after arriving at the destination, so the scoring in the current situation was done individually. Philip noticed a few students who stood out.
Johnnys Murella was nothing more to look at in this situation. Using moderately weak destruction magic or timely assistive magic to assist his allies, with a little more experience, he should be able to achieve at least the level of an instructor.
Cheryl had better sense than I thought. Contrary to his calm appearance, he seemed to instinctively know when and at what moment interfering with the opponent would touch the opponent’s mentality more.
The magic he used was only 1st tier low magic like fire arrows and lightning arrows, but that alone was enough to do more than his share.
‘And that kid… Was it tea or woojechu?’
And the student Philip was paying attention to was a girl with a rather dark complexion and tousled hair. In Philip’s eyes, she was the embodiment of a sense of battle. If it’s just the instinctive sense of fighting, it might be better than Lua.
It was very impressive to see them wriggling around in the middle of a pack of orcs like a single wolf. And in fact, thanks to her, the students were able to deal with the orcs with ease.
Of course, the student who killed the most orcs was Borrian Herbitt, but he only did what was expected on the board.
‘I’d rather that boy be much better.’
Philip put down his resonance and looked at the student who was guarding the magicians from blinding attacks. It seemed that he was not interested in scoring and was thinking of concentrating on this battle.
‘Bentner Pearson. A diligent student like that should get a better evaluation.’
In less than a minute, the number of over 30 orcs was reduced to less than half. The smell of blood and the excrement of dying orcs stung my nose.
At the moment of almost perfect victory, a mistake occurred on the part of the student.
“Kyaaah!”
A student from the Faculty of Swordsman who had lost concentration stopped unknowingly in front of the orc that the Faculty of Magic student was trying to finish off. A flaming arrow shot by a student from the Faculty of Magic hit the back of a student from the Faculty of Swords, and the poor girl had to roll on the ground screaming.
And a rusty ax flew over his head. The moment the female student noticed it and closed her eyes tightly in fear, Johnny’s magic flew in.
The 3rd tier destruction magic, the flame ray, swept through the upper body of the orc who was aiming for the female student. Soon, the body of the orc, whose lower body remained, wriggled a few times before collapsing.
“Wake! what are you doing? do you want to die?”
“ah… it hurts… so painful… .”
“Once you get up, go back. Is your back okay?”
There was no way his back, which had been hit directly by flame magic, would be okay. Johnny supported the female student and stepped back. Rusty axes and glaives flew at her shield, but Janice didn’t blink.
Bloody ooze and the girl’s urine flowed down the clinging girl’s leg, soaking Johnny’s robe. Her face was contorted as if she had been tortured.
No matter how well he trained, it was an injury that would cause even an adult man to scream.
Philip, who watched the scene, let out a deep sigh.
‘They’re only 16 and 17-year-olds.’
No matter how different the environment is, seeing young boys and girls getting injured in the battle between life and death made my heart feel heavy.
“Neris! Are you okay?”
A student who appears to be the girl’s friend has taken over her.
“What are you doing? Take care of the wounded after the battle! You’re not going to die right away!”
“Now the child is hurt like that… !”
Borian pressed on, and the student trembled with suffocating rage before gripping the sword again. It’s embarrassing, but it was because Borrian was right.
“Chwiiik!”
The reduced number of Orcs could not withstand the attacks of the students. Soon the last orc died, and Borrian, who had been the captain until now, stepped forward.
“Clear the area and move the injured. Sorcerers burn corpses with fire… .”
“… I’m sorry, could you shut up? There’s no one here who doesn’t know that. The battle is much more difficult because of you, so why are you stepping out?”
Johnny, who hadn’t heard, glared at Borian and fired at him.
“… Didn’t I cut the most orcs? Of course, your magic was of great help, but I think I was the one who contributed the most in this battle.”
When Borrian objected, Janice let out a deep sigh.
“… okay. just live like that Cheryl. Can you cast a wound healing spell on him?”
“of course!”
Cheryl hurriedly applied the ointment she had prepared in advance on the girl’s back and chanted a recovery spell. Wound healing spells were more effective for cuts and lacerations, but using them after applying a good ointment on burns worked in its own way.
“Aagh! aaah!”
The female student screamed and twisted her body. It was because of the terrible pain caused by the process of regenerating the melted skin from the burn.
Fortunately, because of the flame arrow magic, he was not fatally injured. But at least until tomorrow I wouldn’t be able to move properly.
‘… Instructor. I think I’m going to die of frustration.’
Johnny’s eyes turned to Philip, who was watching him from afar. When Philip met her gaze, he raised his arm as a sign of strength.
Seeing that, Janice smiled bashfully without even realizing it. And as soon as he realized that, he blushed and turned his head away.