B-Class is Too Strong, Professor! - 3
Canel's power was immense. Far beyond what I had imagined.
- Adrian. Do you know that woman from the northern region, Tinsrik?
- I don't know.
- Sruvana de Tinsrik. You really don't know the name?
- I don't know.
A woman whose name I didn't even know was sponsoring the F-Class.
'That can't be true.'
I couldn't understand why Violet would deliberately make such an obvious lie.
It wouldn't hurt to just say it honestly. To express gratitude for defeating the demon that invaded the academy this time.
This must be the way the president expresses gratitude. I'll go with that.
In any case, Canel's power was tremendous. If she had the president's backing, it was even more so.
Thanks to her, the F-Class, which hadn't used the high-end training facility even once since its founding, now boldly utilized it.
- Anyway, you did well, Adrian.
- In what way?
- Keep bringing in more Canels from now on~
- What do you mean, bring in? I'm the one receiving the salary.
- It's fine, it's fine. Later, let's eat together. Drink too.
But what was that conversation? Thinking about it now, it seems suspicious.
I don't know, I don't know. For now, let's think positively.
'If it were a problem, the phrase "turning point" would have come to mind.'
Since that didn't come to mind, it wasn't a particularly important issue. Let's discard the trivial.
From now on, I should only worry about the important things and move forward. And the most important thing right now is the magic competition in a week.
Lost in my own thoughts, pondering, suddenly the screams of students rang in my ears.
"Uwuuu..."
"Ex..."
Sweating profusely, the students struggled not to fall. But it wasn't easy; many had already collapsed powerlessly on the floor.
The high-end training facility allowed setting promotions for the training students would receive, but I only used that function this time.
And the current promotion was ‘Mana Acceleration Increase’. It doubled the weight of mana contained in the air.
If an athlete trains with a sandbag, what would it be like for a mage? It would be something like that. That was how I understood it.
"I'm... I'm... I'm being crushed to death..."
"Guuuu..."
No one was making a sound that sounded happy.
However, there was one thing that stood out: they weren't expressing resentment towards Adrian.
They weren't venting their dissatisfaction because Adrian was watching the training process? It was a completely different reason.
'I didn't fully learn the lesson.'
The actual practice in the training field started today, but everyone could already feel that fact clearly.
To be honest, they were quite conceited about their own learning volume.
They had memorized a lot of materials while eating the mana potions that Adrian had given them, saying ‘I'm only giving it to you,’ so they could afford to be conceited.
But that wasn't the case.
"The things you memorized must be usable in real combat to have any value. If you can't use them in a crisis situation, your memorization is no different from inscribing words on bricks."
He wasn't wrong.
No matter what, even if they were academy students, fundamentally they were mages.
A mage is someone who can wield magic in any situation. And they are beings who receive grades based on the magic they wield in crisis situations.
If they can't use magic in such a constrained situation, their heads are no better than bricks, as Adrian said.
So, despite their miserable appearance, they were all desperately trying.
They made sounds as if they were dying but didn't die. They shouted to quit but didn't quit. Some students actually began to overcome it.
Of course, the best one was Michelle Maynans.
"Hmm..."
Michelle was standing firm without losing her dignity, lifting four training dummies with telekinesis. The students who had collapsed powerlessly each expressed admiration.
"As expected, Michelle."
"I want to be like Michelle..."
And there was a student who, even if not the best, showed passion worthy of inspiring other students' support: Charlotte Forte.
If Michelle was consistently a great student, Charlotte was the one who showed the greatest change.
Honestly, excluding her large feature of covering one eye with an eyepatch, people who didn't know her well would feel that current Charlotte and past Charlotte were completely different people.
First, the negative aura that seemed to view everything negatively had decreased, and second, her magical skills had noticeably improved.
Third, she occasionally muttered Adrian's name in a strange way... Well, that was just a background everyone accepted.
"Ehehe..."
Isabel, who had been pinned to the floor unable to overcome the weight of mana, let out a meaningless smile.
Before Adrian came, there was no hope for this F-Class.
Of course, there was no hope when Adrian first arrived either. He had said he hated students, after all.
But his materials were effective. Moreover, she knew that the training they were doing now was very helpful.
And more than anything...
"Everyone seems happy. Hehe."
Everyone were sweating profusely, making dying expressions, screaming, but there was an energy they had never felt before.
As someone who had always wished for everyone to live happily, Isabel found this vitality incredibly welcome.
"Isabel."
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Adrian's voice rang out. Isabel barely lifted her head.
"Count to three and somehow get up. Otherwise, you'll stay for supplementary."
"Eh?"
"You thought wrong. You don't seem happy either..."
The hellish practice that felt like a year in a second finally ended.
Changing into dry clothes in the changing room, Charlotte suddenly called out to Michelle.
"Michelle."
"What."
"How are you always so calm? I want to be like that too."
"What nonsense is this again."
"I'm serious. There was something I was really worried about during practice."
"Are you worried about how much you've grown?"
Sighing as if she was being taken advantage of, Michelle stopped changing clothes and continued speaking.
Charlotte felt a bit embarrassed seeing Michelle in only underwear with a bunny pattern, but decided not to say anything considering the other person.
"We don't need to worry about that now. Magical skill in a competition is relative. Just run like crazy to become stronger than the opponent."
"Hmm..."
"If you're really anxious, find something you're satisfied with. You did manage to withstand the mana acceleration today. You also have quite a bit of memorized material. If you organize that, you'll feel relieved."
"Michelle."
"I'm not interested in you, but compared to before, the current you will be much more useful. Maybe gain some pride."
"Michelle, that's not it."
I answered earnestly after thinking about it, but what was she saying now? Michelle's expression twisted as she turned her head.
But Charlotte had a face full of worry and spat out in a gloomy voice.
"Professor has a ring on her finger."
"A ring?"
"Yeah. On the left ring finger."
"Left ring finger?"
Michelle's expression hardened severely. She glared at Charlotte as if she wanted to kill her.
The intensity of that look made Charlotte unconsciously swallow her saliva and start explaining.
"S-Sorry... I know. It's really strange that a student is worried about the professor's private life. But I'm too worried about this..."
"Th-this..."
"Um, if there's a ring on the left ring finger, does that mean... married? Is that right?"
"You crazy human...!"
Michelle pushed off her seat and stood up. Charlotte let out an 'uwah' sound unconsciously in surprise.
"You married man raped me, huh. You're crazy. Not crazy... crazy human. I'll make you write a resignation letter right now. Right now."
"W-What?"
What was this nonsense.
I wish she would explain, but Michelle picked up her clothes and rushed out of the changing room.
"Michelle. Michelle?"
You're leaving me like this? Charlotte immediately followed and tried to grab her.
Bang!
"Uwah!"
But she collided with someone else. There must have been a student entering the changing room.
Someone landed right on top of fallen Charlotte.
A girl with purple twin-tails lightly pressed her finger on Charlotte's neck.
It was a motion with almost no strength, but the killing intent was felt. Charlotte stared blankly at the girl on top of her and swallowed her saliva.
"We finally met."
The girl who spoke like that had a somewhat blunt tone. And a mid-tier class badge was attached to her chest.
"You, who are you? Do you like Adrian?"
But that was rather the question Charlotte should have asked.
"...Who are you?"