152 – [Side Story] Student from the Eastern Continent – 11
Crown Prince Joshua looked at the sword in his hand with a blank expression.
No, it would be more appropriate to say that it was now a sword.
A sword whose blade has already been shattered into pieces, with only the grip and guard remaining.
Fancy jewels and luxurious decorations were still sparkling not only on the guard part, but also on the grip and the pommel attached to the end.
However, this sword was not made with only attention to appearance.
This is a sword made with the best metals, which are mined in small amounts, and at a great cost by the best craftsmen in the West Continent.
Of course, it is no exaggeration to say that it was the best personal item that Joshua had, as it was durable, sharp, and artistic.
It was a masterpiece that cost a huge amount of money and was made by begging the emperor to commemorate the investiture of the crown prince.
Of course, Joshua loved this sword very much.
However, the sword was lightly broken and was in a miserable state.
Prince Joshua just continued to stare blankly at the sword in his hand.
The winner of the duel has been decided, and the battle continues to the point where there is no response to Professor Calidan’s voice announcing the end.
“Your Highness!! Your Highness!!”
It was none other than Alyssa who woke up Prince Joshua, who had lost his mind.
When she ran and called to him and shook her body, the crown prince was startled and raised her head.
“Uh…Huh?!”
“Your Highness!! Are you okay?!”
The crown prince came to his senses and looked at Alyssa, then shifted his gaze and looked at the sword in his hand, with only the hilt remaining.
Even at first glance, his eyes were trembling.
“Um…Your Highness, are you really okay?”
“Ah…Yeah. I’m fine.”
There was no way it would be okay.
He begged his father, the emperor, and the sword he had invested an astronomical amount of money on was shattered.
Not only was it bad that my beloved sword was broken, I didn’t even want to think about what I would hear if my father found out.
And, there were those who looked at the prince like that and felt their hearts sink.
They are none other than members of a secret unit planted by the emperor directly under the emperor.
They were hiding around the place where the two people were dueling and were watching the duel.
The orders they received from the emperor.
If it seemed like something really dangerous was going to happen during the duel, you were to intervene and stop it.
In particular, I heard that students from the East Continent should not be seriously injured.
So, they were preparing to invade, but it seemed like there was no need to do so.
On the contrary, I almost let out a sigh of relief, thinking that it was fortunate that only the weapon was destroyed.
If her attack had not been directed at the crown prince’s weapon but at the prince himself, he might have had to risk her death and go to stop the attack.
And so the first duel ended with Sir Wentoth’s victory.
First, Prince Joshua understood the situation in the sense that there was a problem with his sword.
No, otherwise there was no explanation for the sword blade being shattered by a single punch from a noble lady from a neighboring continent.
In that case, she couldn’t help but think that there was a problem with her own sword itself from the beginning.
‘The sword, which had problems from the beginning, was overused for a long time and eventually reached its limit in this duel.’
Prince Joshua thought so, and he thought of the craftsmen who made the sword and ground his teeth.
‘You spent so much money and high-quality materials, but you produce such defective products!’
Prince Joshua lost his temper and threw away the bag richly decorated with jewels.
It was still a valuable item with sparkling jewels, but to Joshua, it was just a curse.
The part of the blade that remained in the handle dug into the ground and ended up on the floor.
It looked like a sword buried in the ground, like a sword used to select a king.
…Well, it was a knife whose blade had already disappeared.
Of course, if the craftsmen who made the sword heard it, they would jump out of their seats in shame, but Prince Joshua was thinking as he pleased.
And it was the same for the crown prince’s associates.
Prince Portis declared as he set out for the second duel, a magic showdown.
“Hmph, you were lucky and won the duel just now, but this time will be different.”
Prince Portis was confident.
Even if I checked again now, the magic flowing from Sir Wentoth was insignificant.
At most, I can only feel a level of magical power that is slightly lower than that of a low-level noble.
The amount of magic has a definite impact on the quality and quantity of magic that can be used.
Prince Portis raised his magical power, confident that he could not be defeated by someone with that level of magical power.
Seeing him like that, some students who could sensitively sense magical power let out an exclamation.
Like the Eastern Continent, in the Western Continent, the higher the nobles and the royal family, the higher the chance of being born with a significant amount of magical power.
Of course, there are exceptions, such as Alyssa Leipert, who possesses tremendous magical power despite being descended from a low-ranking noble and born to a commoner, but those are exceptions.
Fortis is the prince of the Kingdom of Rudman.
He inherited royal blood and had the highest amount of magical power among his brothers.
Alysana, who was born with enormous magical power like a mutant, was not as good as Lady Tyatis, who came from a family renowned for magic, but she still had considerable magical power and the ability to manipulate it.
That’s why, as Prince Portis, who was confident in his own abilities, he despised Sir Wenthos, who had deceived a subject with such trivial magic power into being ranked #1 in magic skills.
‘A foreign barbarian woman with no roots.’
In that case, in front of many people, they will definitely suppress it by showing the difference in magical power, and the difference in skill and rank.
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Thinking like that, Portis chanted a spell.
“Burn Strike”
The magic power released from Portis’ body extends above him and creates several huge fireballs.
And then, the created fireballs fell straight towards Sir.
This is an intermediate level magic that has a high possibility of serious injury.
Basically, it is common sense that magic duels between students use low-level magic.
Professor Le Salka, who was observing the duel, was astonished and stretched out his hand to use a wall of magic towards Sir.
Professor Miriel, who majored in magic, was also shocked and jumped up from his seat.
The emperor’s secret troops raised tensions in order to intervene if necessary.
Tall.
However, the movement of everyone stopped on the spot.
As if time has stopped, as if space has stopped.
And, as if the falling fireballs had stopped.
The fireball stopped in the air just as it was falling towards Sir, and was still burning brightly.
It was still burning vigorously, burning Portis’ magic power, but it did not budge from its spot.
Fortis looked embarrassed.
‘What…What is it? ‘Why isn’t it moving?’
The principle of intermediate magic, Burn Strike, is extremely simple.
Like other flame magic, it uses magical energy as the driving force to create flames.
Increases the explosive and destructive power of the flame and turns it into a large fireball.
Then, it goes through three extremely simple steps: dropping it in a straight line according to the caster’s will.
However, the last step was interrupted midway.
The fireball, which had already fallen out of his control, remained still in the air and burning.
Professor Lesalka by any chance? Thinking like that, Portis looks towards Professor LeSalca.
However, Professor Le Salca also did not understand what was going on and kept his mouth open.
Then, Professor Miriel?
Although Professor Miriel has difficulty using magic in practice, he is a professor who is more expert than anyone else when it comes to the principles and understanding of magic.
I looked at her, thinking that such a strange situation would be possible for her, but she too had her mouth open and her eyes wide open.
If not those two, the remaining possibilities are…
In Portis’ mind, the faces of those with high potential passed by and he checked his surroundings.
Could it be that the kind-hearted Alyssa intervened because she was worried about Sir Wentoth getting hurt?
No, Alyssa is also looking at the fireball with a shocked expression.
Then what about Lady Tiatis?
No. She checked in advance what she was seeing through the window of the academy building in the distance.
There is no way to do anything at that distance.
Then what are the remaining possibilities?
Among the students with high magical power, there is one who can do something like this…
As Portis was desperately racking his brain with such thoughts, a voice came into his ears.
“I’ll give it back”
“…What?”
For a moment, Portis did not understand what those words meant.
Huge fireballs flew towards him.
Large balls of flame burning, consuming his own magic, towards Portis himself.
“Ugh…Ugh!!”
Portis is astonished by the heat and power that can be felt more clearly as it is the flame that burns his own magic power.
He jumped and threw himself to the side and ended up rolling on the floor, but he was able to avoid the fireball.
Quaaa!!
The fireball flew straight and hit the defensive wall the professors had laid down, causing a large explosion.
“What…What…?!”
Portis, who had been rolling on the floor, lay down on the floor and shook his head in confusion.
What on earth happened, he couldn’t understand.
Sir Wentoth’s voice entered Portis’s ears again.
“Then I’ll keep going.”
In an instant, Portis rolled his body due to the magical power felt right below him.
Kwasik!!
A vine rising up and piercing the ground.
It is a low-level magic ‘Vine Spear’.
This is a low-level magic that beginners who have just started learning magic can master it in a few months.
However, if such magic comes continuously, it is quite threatening.
Kwasik!!
Kwasik!!
Kwasik!!
Every time Portis rolled his body to avoid it, Portis had to keep rolling because of the presence of magical power rising from the spot.
Fortis rolling on the ground as if avoiding magic.
His body naturally became dirty with dirt.
Fortis could not come to his senses.
Just by instinct, he had no choice but to feel the magic and roll his body.
And it was confusing.
No matter how low-level magic is, is it possible to continue using magic like this with the weak magical energy felt in that body?
The correct answer was ‘impossible’.
Boom!
“Ugh!!”
Fortis’ body, which had been rolling hard, collided with it.
After rolling and rolling, his body crashed into the defensive wall surrounding the duel arena.
I could feel magical energy right below me, but there was no place to roll anymore.
“aaah!!”
The moment you imagine a vine piercing your body right below you, you let out a scream.
Kwasik!!
The vines that broke through the ground were Portis’ body…
It wasn’t pierced.
The vines that cleverly avoided Portis’ body wrapped themselves around Portis’ body and hung it in the air.
“Huh…?”
For a moment, I was confused.
Still, Portis somehow regains his composure and checks his situation.
The vines were tightly wrapped around his body, fixing his body in the air.
Next to me, I saw the faces of my friends looking at the scene with concern.
And then, the face of Sir Wentoth smiling brightly as he looked up at himself.
Portis, who was glaring at her with hatred, her expression hardened.
Mana was still felt in Sir Wentoth’s body.
However, her magical power did not change at all from before the duel began.
It makes no sense.
I have used so many ‘Vine Spears’ in succession, but there is no change in magical power at all?
It does not match the common sense that Portis knew at all.
Could it be that someone else used magic instead?
It is difficult.
If someone had used magic instead, Professor Resalka, who read the flow of magic power, would have declared misconduct.
Fortis didn’t know.
For the World Tree, Sir Wentoth, the magic flowing through its body is nothing more than a passing point.
He believes that the magic power spread across the entire continent he stands on is Sir’s magic power, and he follows Sir.
“Umm…So in times like this…”
As Portis was desperately racking his brain, Cyr was lost in thought.
In other words, how should he be subdued so that he can be said to have subdued him well?
After taking one look at Portis hanging in the air, Sirga came to a conclusion.
Yeah, I guess I’ll just faint it lightly.
Thinking so, Sir pointed his finger, and the vines that bound Portis rose up and lifted him into the air.
“aaah!!”
Fortis suddenly soared into the air and screamed.
And then, just like that, the vines dragged Portis to the floor.
However, an unfortunate situation occurred there.
Something sparkling caught the eye of Portis as he fell.
That thing, decorated with gold and all kinds of jewels and stuck in the ground, is definitely…
“aaa!!”
Fortis, who saw that location and sensed his fate, screamed.
Kwasik!!
“Ah.”
In a completely unexpected result, a stupid voice came out of Sir’s mouth.