“A beautiful magic?”
When Brim Ludwig, who had been scooping oatmeal for Bran, asked in a surprised voice, Elin slumped back in his chair with a huff.
“So… … The theme of the senior match is this, isn’t it that you snipe the lane too much?”
“Lady, it’s like that again, how much Madelia sunbaenim cares about our Rain.”
“Not the president, other professors! You must be jealous of Lane.”
Seri tilted her head as she ate the grilled garlic and spice salad for breakfast.
“Auntie, why is that?”
“Oh, you pathetic! Don’t you know what our family’s kinship limit is? It’s power, power! Far from technical magic!”
On the other hand, what about the Wardens? Masters of inorganic summoning, they were, needless to say, a group of experts in magical crafts.
And the Harimun school?
Since all Rigwind types are experts in sound, they have historically shown great strength in these tests.
“Are you saying that my brother is at a disadvantage?!”
“It’s not a disadvantage, everyone else came out with a spear knife, but I’m fighting alone with my bare body.”
Brim also quietly tapped the desk with his fingertips, as if slightly concerned.
“There was only one test where I was able to beat him, and that was this one.”
Then Seri’s expression suddenly brightened.
“Then wouldn’t it be okay if my mother helped Rain’s older brother? You just have to tell me what to do.”
“That didn’t work.”
“why?”
“Seri, you mean a wizard. In the face of life’s problems that stand in your way, you grow step by step by thinking of solutions, agonizing, and struggling.”
You don’t grow just by solving one or two more math problems.
“But… … .”
Brim concluded his words while lovingly stroking the hair of his daughter, who was making a sullen expression as if regretting it.
“How can you call yourself a parent if you take away the opportunity for your child to grow up?”
* * *
That evening, Lane sat in her dorm chair and stared up at the ceiling for a while.
‘I was able to talk to Cayden for a while with Nora’s introduction, but somehow it gets more complicated.’
At first, I thought he was just a taciturn guy, but he said that he was just unable to speak because he was born mute.
That’s why they communicate by carrying a portable notebook and quill.
[There’s nothing we can’t tell you about beautiful magic in our school, but… … .]
He was expressionless to the extent that he seemed to have no focus, but his impression changed completely when he held the Seven Strings, the symbol of the Harimun School.
The sharp blades that can only be seen in those who take magic seriously shined brightly in their pupils.
[People say that the Rigwind type deals with sound as magic, but the order is wrong. I use magic with sound.]
– … … ?
[Do you know that magic has an invisible wavelength, and that wavelength touches providence and makes supernatural powers a reality?]
The Riggwind type has been using magic by materializing those waves as sound.
There, the Harimun School uses the seven strings, which have the most strings among the schools that deal with gold.
Wavelength and range suitable for fire attribute magic, strength and vibration suitable for earth attribute magic… … It means that you can embody all that beauty.
[The range I can handle here is 7 eight degrees.]
– Eight degrees?
– In a musical scale, say a pitch with an interval of 8 degrees above and below
Whether or not Nora explained for a moment, Cayden continued to jot down his words in a notebook.
[The fierceness of the fire and the stillness of the water, the vastness of the earth and the freshness of the wind… … I can express all of that with the music I want.]
– … … !
[To be honest, the moment I receive the topic… … I was sure I would win. I’m not really interested in the senior position, but I’m sorry. Master is here, so I can’t do it roughly.]
I was about to taste a feast of rich, brilliant, and beautiful sounds that were several times greater than Yanar, whom I met in ＜Reda Cable＞ Security.
I was moved by the realization that the world of magic is really big, and at the same time I fell into agony of forgetting even the passage of time.
‘In terms of visuals, Christa has an advantage by several times, and in terms of hearing, Kayden has an absolute advantage… … .’
At best, with a day left to go, can this huge gap be bridged?
Christa said.
that he built up his whole life.
Maybe Caden’s years of experience back up his skills… … Because magic is always honest.
‘They don’t have it, what do I have?’
The only things I could count as my strengths in my lean days were offensive magic that broke through enemy lines and defensive magic that countered those attacks… … .
‘No, what is beauty to me in the first place?’
Before thinking of beautiful magic, let’s go over that. Something beautiful, something I thought was beautiful… … .
‘If it’s beautiful, Lista?’
No, does it mean to think of a person? something that isn’t a person… … Were there things you saw or heard that almost brought you to tears?
– Lin, this way! Look at this flower!
Suddenly, Lista’s voice brushed my ears, and the blade that had been brutally piercing a corner of my soul trembled and the pain rushed in.
– The flower garden is too romantic for an unattractive kid like Rin to see.
okay. That’s right, Friede.
The flower garden I saw with you that day… … It was a very beautiful flower garden for me to know when I was a kid.
Laughter came out of longing. The sound of laughter awakened Pippi, who was dozing on top of Lane’s head.
“Pippi, do you remember that flower field you saw before crossing the continent?”
“Flower garden, flower garden, flower garden.”
He smiled and put the red glasses over his eyes while taking out a pen and ink. It was something Cassena gave me as a gift.
Crystals glistening with red light attracted the faint light of the night and concentrated it where the wearer’s gaze landed.
My eyes are incredibly comfortable even under midnight lighting… … I thought there would be no problem even if I stayed up all night studying.
“I’m going to try making that flower garden with magic, can you see it and compare it?”
Dandelions bloom across the horizon.
Chirping like birds sing.
Lista’s firm yet warm hand pulled my arm… … I’m going to draw the scenery of the most beautiful day in my life with magic.
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* * *
Except for the senior finals, the final exams for the sophomore year were also captured. The dominant opinion was that it was an obvious result, perhaps because only selected students remained.
The finalists were Sandra Keppel, Triwiss and Aldin. All of them were the top, second, and third seats in the midterm exam.
For this reason, the expectations for the 1st grade match, which is called the golden generation, were high, and the dragon pit crowds were very successful from the morning.
“＜Deleiten＞ 1st year, 1st semester final exam, I will introduce the contestants from now on.”
When Assistant Professor Kyle, who received an OK sign from the organizers, said that, the audience immediately fell silent.
“Chief of the midterm exam, Cadet Lane Ludwig.”
When the name was called, a black-haired handsome boy walked out first, and it became more and more noisy.
“Top entrance and second place in the midterm exam, cadet Christa Warden. And 4 seats in the midterm, cadet Cayden.”
After that, a beautiful girl with earth-colored hair and a boy with seven strings on his back entered one after another, and cheers rose to the point of leaving the stadium.
“The theme of this year’s first year senior match is [Beauty]!”
It’s beauty… … The eyebrows of Tsaihak’s deputy dean, who was sitting in the crowd, twitched slightly.
“Isn’t this a topic that will be a one-on-one aspect of Warden and Harimun rather than a three-way battle?”
Then Professor Owen, who was sitting next to him, nodded as if he agreed.
“If the other stupid son of a b*tch had been a senior cadet, I would have thought so too… … .”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t f*cking know this one. With that damn smart guy sitting in the chief seat.”
Most of the spectators in the hall were predicting that Krista or Caden would win, but I couldn’t help but have high expectations.
Why not?
The formidable multiple calculation skills that Lane Ludwig showed in the preliminaries have already left an indescribably strong impression in the magic world.
“lane… … .”
Brim looked at his son’s back with his hands together eagerly. Remembering the past where he was also standing there.
‘It’s no exaggeration to say that, unlike the midterm exam, which is an on-campus evaluation, the final exam is also included in the off-campus evaluation… … Because those involved in the magic world are watching.’
Because of this structure, the meaning of the final exam is greater than that of the midterm exam. To take the top spot in front of everyone.
“Mother, don’t worry too much! Brother’s expression is so calm!”
Seri pointed to Lane’s expression, but Elin shook her head resolutely.
“It’s a calm expression, but it’s in my head right now, and in my heart it’s louder than the crowd.”
That could be said with certainty because Elin also attended this senior championship match during her school days.
From there, everything pours out.
The sunlight of the morning, the gaze of five thousand couples, the mixed feelings of goodwill and antipathy… … You have to overcome all the pressure and unleash the best magic.
“Whoa… … .”
Christa Warden exhaled a long breath as she lightly opened and closed her right fist.
Let’s fight here… … .
Then his eyes met Professor Caroline, who was watching him from the other side of the stands. A teacher who guided him for nearly ten years.
‘Don’t be too nervous, Christa.’
‘I’m not nervous.’
My parents forbade me to come. Even if I come, it will only become a joke… … But those days of humiliation will soon be over.
‘Now I only have to cross one wall.’
I glanced at Lane Ludwig. A descendant of the Sedo family, like himself, standing in front of a desk without a chair.
“… … .”
From the jury’s seat, Professor Kyle watched with emotion.
‘Only one piece of paper, pencil, and ink is on the desk. There is nothing else.’
And the only sound you hear is the sound of your heartbeat relentlessly pressing and urging you, like the second hand on a broken watch.
‘The only thing the cadets can count on now is the years they have accumulated.’
A state of extreme tension that only those who aim for the peak can feel… … Now, what will be the result this time?
“Then, from now on, let’s start the feast of beauty that will cover the second sun of ＜Delayten＞!”
As soon as Kyle’s command resounded, the three cadets raised their brushes almost simultaneously as if competing.
Christa with aristocratic elegance.
Cayden with melodious tenderness.
And Lane is a master of stealing.
As the ink applied to the three brushes flew in the air, the cheers once again reached their climax.