73 – Representative (1)
A woman was leaning against a tree away from the crowd, taking in the swordsmanship and magic camps at a glance.
Her short hair, which seemed to have been cut haphazardly and neatly, resembled a wolf’s mane.
The indigo color with the blue light in her hair seemed to show her ruthless yet cynical personality.
Kasha Hanahan.
It was the moment Ceylon pointed at her.
“Hanahan…”
“That person is he-“
“Kasha Hanhan…”
An awkward atmosphere pervaded the Ministry of Magic camp.
each family crest.
For wizards, the meaning and weight of that three-letter name was very special.
As one of the 8th generation families, he is the owner of the Blue Magic Tower.
Roots of Frost Magic.
A famous magician who has made significant achievements in countless magics, including cold magic.
Kasha was the daughter of one such family.
Such Kasha was standing on the opposite side of the Ministry of Magic and confronting them.
as an inspector.
The faces of the cadets at the Ministry of Magic became complicated.
It was like how the hell am I supposed to accept that?
A pitiful renegade.
If Kasha had been a member of a mediocre magical family, he would have been willing to denigrate her like that.
But she was one.
Furthermore, she achieved significant achievements in swordsmanship.
An overwhelming achievement comparable to that of the Rebringer.
All of that was an achievement she had achieved on her own without family support.
Kasha Hanahan is a mutant.
A noble and superior mutant, not a base and ugly mutant.
I couldn’t carelessly ignore her because she was a prosecutor.
She couldn’t be recklessly condemned as a wizard.
If there is anyone who dares to discuss her existence, it is a person from the same Han family.
and-
“Kasha Hanhan…”
As a pillar of Continental Magic like Hanahan, it is only a magic house that supports Continental Magic.
As one of the 8th generation families, he is the owner of the Green Magic Tower.
Roots of wind magic.
When Huvienne of the Leolian family found Kasha, she looked at her with a complex and curious expression.
It was the kind of attention that the original Kasha would have been sick of.
Views that neither deny nor affirm.
But now, Kasha didn’t care at all about those gazes.
There is only one gaze that worries her now.
It was the gaze of the man pointing at him.
“I…?”
Kasha recorded an unrivaled score in the second round of the entrance exam for the swordsmanship department, and shared second place with Drin Libringer.
She was one of the main forces of the swordsmanship club.
However, when Ceylon pointed at her, Kasha was taken aback.
It was a face that he had never imagined would point to himself.
The reason she thought so was revealed right around her.
“Mi, crazy man…!”
“Are you pointing out Lord Kasha here!?”
“What the hell were you thinking…!”
The swordsmanship cadets were shocked.
“No, in a situation like this, you’re pointing out each sutra…?”
“I don’t think it’s representative of ignorant guys, do you see how short you think?”
“What did you do until now, so you pointed out Han Han?”
“What can I do… I’m going to embarrass you…”
Embarrassed Ministry of Magic cadets.
Just like that, Kasha Hanahan was a difficult person to deal with anytime, anywhere.
This was especially true in the present situation, when swordsmanship and magic were intertwined, the culprits of such difficulties.
If you had even the slightest interest in the complex position of the character of Kasya, you wouldn’t have done anything to point out Kasya in this situation.
Even if she is the main force.
So Kasha was curious.
What was that man thinking when he pointed out himself in this situation?
“Why me?”
Her face was full of doubt.
And there were even greater expectations than that.
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“Why did you point out Sir Kasha?”
Ceylon scratched the back of his head and said with his characteristic bewildered face.
“Is that what I want to ask?”
“what?”
“The first match. It’s the most important match in terms of overpowering the baseline. In such a match, who else could be called the fitter than Sir Kasha?”
“…If that’s the reason, there must be a Rebringer I gave you.”
Kasha spoke in an indifferent yet cynical manner, but her attitude was uncharacteristically timid.
‘Oh, that’s right! I had a case for you!’
I was afraid that maybe he was saying that.
Then why did you ask him for an answer?
It was greed.
Kasha hoped that he did not simply think of herself first, but chose her after contemplating between Drin and herself.
“Well, what do you think Sir Kasha would do better for this?”
“…okay?”
Kasha licked her lips.
eyebrows twitched
It seemed that if I relaxed, I would make a strange expression I had never made in my life.
“How did you think so…?”
She tried to hide her expectations and asked him nonchalantly.
“I don’t know if I can tell you this-“
said Ceylon with a bright, dazed smile.
“If it’s an image that the amount you gave me will judge the other person’s level and take care of it moderately. Sir Kasha doesn’t care about such trivial things and thoroughly how… tramples on the enemy? Maybe it’s because it’s an image that he would do?”
The new students of the Ministry of Magic, who had been listening to him for some time, widened their eyes.
“That crazy-…!”
“The representative of those ignorant bastards has no idea!?”
The students of the swordsmanship club looked at Kasha with a lot of embarrassment.
“Uh, hey. Chief. Is that right…?”
“Why don’t you think about it again…?”
For reasons that don’t sound like that, they’re making themselves, the magicians, and that Kasha Hanahan fight!?
Ceylon’s decision did not take into account the position of the daughter of Hanahan, who was born with a talent for swordsmanship, not magic.
“…”
So, Ceylon’s answer impressed Kasha.
Kasha’s position.
That’s why Kasha didn’t belong anywhere.
This is why she was neither recognized nor denied by anyone.
Kasha was always curious.
Why do people regard me as a mutant of the Han family?
Can’t you treat me like kasha itself?
If I wasn’t a mutant of the Han family.
If only Kasha was a single swordsman.
How did people treat me
The answer was there.
Ceylon.
He was looking at Kasha as she was now.
It was evaluated that the result would be ruthless and cool-headed, unlike Din, but what about it?
A man of that level was recognizing himself.
A man of that level was looking at him as he was.
“…”
Kasha bowed her head.
I couldn’t guarantee what kind of face he was wearing now.
“So Sir Kasha-“
What kind of voice would you answer that man now?
“…”
“Oh, Sir Kasha!?”
In the end, Kasha couldn’t stand it.
She jumped out of the seat with her head down and ran away.
How urgent he was, his movements even contained mana.
Mana containing the coldness unique to each of them scattered chills.
A lone wolf broke away from the pack at breakneck speed.
It took less than 10 seconds for her to completely disappear from the scene.
“…”
Everyone at the scene looked blankly in the direction where Kasha disappeared.
I will look at Ceylon soon.
You are f*cked.
No matter how they interpreted Kasha’s behavior, their expressions as they looked at Ceylon seemed to say so.
“How are you?”
Ceylon was staring in the direction where Kasha disappeared with a bewildered expression.
“Sir Kasha?”
How he interpreted Kasha’s behavior, he muttered with a puzzled expression.
“I didn’t expect this…”
Tsk tsk.
Huvien looked at Ceylon with a pathetic face, shook her head, and then said with a very satisfied smile.
“Oops. How about this? Sir Kasha rejected it?”
The departure of Kasha Hanahan, who was not only difficult to deal with from a position point of view, but also had a tremendous power.
It was good news for Huivien and the wizard camp.
“hahahaha, it’s still too early to like Miss Whibana. We still have her?”
How much did you give?
Ceylon looked at the swordsmanship camp and called out its name.
“?”
The swordsmanship cadets all looked to the right.
Drin wasn’t there.
“?”
Next, they all looked to the left.
Drin wasn’t there either.
“Huh? How much did you give?”
Where are you?
As Ceylon tilted his head, a cadet said.
“You haven’t been here before?”
“I think I saw him go somewhere in a hurry as soon as the entrance ceremony was over.”
“What? You say the sutra I offered you isn’t here?”
A series of stories went back and forth in the swordsmanship camp, and again, their gazes turned to Ceylon.
Do you think we’re screwed?
It looked like he was saying that.
Ceylon nodded.
Looks like we’re screwed.
It looked like he was saying that.
“Magnus!”
At that time, Huivian was nominated.
A poor-looking man with blazing red hair and tanned skin stepped forward.
It was none other than Magnus Flair, second in the Ministry of Magic entrance exam.
He smiled warlikely towards the swordsmanship camp.
“Kuh-kuh-kuh, what are you guys doing? Are you guys in the theater club, not the swordsmanship club? Are we putting on a skit just to be funny? Huh? Would you like to make it even more ridiculous, light your ass on fire?”
Absence of co-chairman Drin and Kasha.
The situation was clearly in favor of the Ministry of Magic.
Relaxed laughter leaked from the Ministry of Magic camp.
Keugh.
The freshmen in the swordsmanship club grimaced with resentment.
At that time, Ceylon looked at Agion and said.
“Agion-kun, shall we do something that didn’t happen just now?”
“Uh… Then what will happen?”
“From the beginning, I had Agion-kun as the vanguard commander in mind, and now I’m appointing Agion-gun for the first time.”
“Ugh, I’m a bit proud of myself, but-“
Aegion gave a refreshing smile.
“Since it’s the name of the Ceylon army, I’m willing.”
Aghion Morsi let out a short cheer and jumped up.
As it is, it lands on the opposite side of Magnus in a stylish posture and speaks.
“The biography of Vendalius, the spirit of a hero!”
“huh?”
“This is my favorite play. Which play do you like, Lord Magnus?”
“Huh? A play? Why are you watching such trivial things?”
“hahahaha! You mentioned theater, so I know you like it. Anyway, you called us the theater department, right?”
Morsi’s arcane spearmanship windspear.
The wind rose.
Morsi drew a windmill as he spun the spear in his hand.
The final destination of that wind is a ready posture.
Agion, who took a stance, said.
“I’ll be happy to show you, play! The plot of the story is about a great hero named Ceylon and his allies defeating a wicked villain.”
After saying that, Agion winked at the women.
A hot scream erupted.
It was without a doubt the scene where a star actor appeared.
Magnus burst into laughter with a face that was not the same.
“Hey, Pillar West. I’m sorry while I was holding my form. I heard that story?”
Magnus sneered and nodded toward Ceylon.
“You. After the third exam, in front of all the contestants, did you say that you were rudely applied to that idiot?”
Quit-quick.
Magnus grinned ferociously, revealing teeth that seemed even whiter against his bronzed skin.
“Are you amazing? If you were like me, you wouldn’t have been able to carry your face because you were embarrassed. Who said that? The level of freshmen in the swordsmanship department this time is the best ever? That’s right, the best ever.”
Roaring!
Fire rose from Magnus’ raised palm.
“With this representative match, that will definitely be revealed. The level of freshmen in the swordsmanship club this time is as low as ever. I beg of you. I beg of you. Lost to the ignorant chief, you pitiful western bastard.”
That was the moment.
The fire that had risen in Magnus’ palm burned even more fiercely.
It was because of the wind blowing around.
“…!”
Aegion Morsi, master of the wind.
Giving himself to the wind, he was already close to Magnus.
And the tip of the spear he held out stopped right in front of Magnus’ neck.
The movement of the wind spear unfolded, which was difficult even for swordsman cadets with developed eyesight to catch up with.
“I’ll make it clear. The fact that Aegion Morsi ended up with only 3 seats. Also, the fact that he was horribly defeated by the same freshman. That’s not proof that the level of freshmen in the swordsmanship department is as low as ever.”
Magnus was about to say something, but Aegion shouted and interrupted him.
“The level of freshmen in the swordsmanship department is the highest!!! Proof that it’s the highest ever!!! If it wasn’t for that, I, Aegion Morsi, wouldn’t have been defeated by someone unseemly and ended up in 3rd place!”
The duel has not yet begun.
Before Hwivien could pull Agion away from Magnus, he kicked the ground and backed away.
And once again, he drew a windmill with his spear, took a posture, and shouted with mana.
The wind, carrying Aegion’s self-conscious voice, swept the place.
“Matching new students! Take a close look. The representative of our freshman swordsmanship department, whom you have been ignoring, won a landslide victory over a certain man!”
aaa!!!
Looking at him, the freshmen in the swordsmanship department, whose expressions were rotten, burst into cheers.
Ceylon!
Ceylon!
Ceylon!
his name was chanted.
The momentum that leaned towards the Ministry of Magic has completely returned.
At that time, Agion looked at Ceylon and winked.
clap clap clap
Ceylon clapped as if possessed.
“Ten points… Ten points…”
Damn ceylon really turning his department into his private army HAHAHAHAHAA
Agion turned into a bro after being humbled.
Respect 👊