CHAPTER 131
CHAPTER 131
The Noble Bongpal Suffers Humiliation
“So-warat!”
As Marie cast the spell, a powerful magic bullet shot out and struck the frying pan, tearing through it as if it would split it in two.
“Oh?”
Vuremhilde smiled at the sight.
The elves, too, were visibly surprised. The Minister of Magic, Jeomrye, turned to her subordinates and asked,
“That student—who is she?”
“A candidate for sainthood.”
Deputy Minister Bonggu answered.
“Ah, I see. As expected. She possesses tremendous magical potential.”
“Yes. But at present, that seems to be all.”
From the perspective of elves who had lived for ages, no matter how talented the students of Dunais Academy were, they still looked like mere beginners.
“To think Vuremhilde is teaching such basic magic….”
Vuremhilde smiled faintly. Though his lips curved upward, a chilling aura radiated from him—it was clear he was irritated.
The elves were freely evaluating his students during his class. It was only natural for him to feel displeased.
“The one who spoke just now—who might that be?”
“I am Bongpal, the Eighth Tail of the Phoenix that brings prosperity. A guardian knight of the Londanium Ministry of Magic.”
The elven officer stood proudly as he introduced himself.
“If you are so confident, why don’t you participate in the lesson and try piercing the frying pan yourself?”
“Hmph. That would be far too easy for me.”
Bongpal glanced at Vuremhilde with disdain.
“Rather than me, you should devote your efforts to guiding those students who still have a long way to go.”
His arrogance was unmistakable. His hostility toward Vuremhilde revealed that the grudge over the Albion disaster was still very much alive.
“Hah. You dare tell me how to conduct my class? It seems you have complaints about my teaching methods.”
Vuremhilde casually pointed his wand at the frying pan Marie had torn. It instantly restored itself, becoming as pristine as new.
He then placed the pan between Bongpal and Marie.
“How about this? You and Marie will cast your spells at the same time and see who can pierce the pan. The winner earns 5 merit points, the loser gets 5 penalty points.”
“What?! Me?”
Marie was startled.
“…I have no desire to injure a student.”
Bongpal scoffed.
Although Marie’s mana was impressive, he was confident his technique far surpassed hers.
“Demonstrating the refined magic of the elves will broaden the students’ horizons.”
Vuremhilde said, barely suppressing his irritation.
“W-wait…?”
Marie hesitated in confusion.
Unable to watch any longer, Idnia stepped forward.
“Professor, perhaps I should take her place?”
“That won’t do, Idnia. You might kill the elf.”
“…Excuse me?”
Idnia froze in confusion, and the elves’ expressions hardened.
To them, it sounded as if Vuremhilde was mocking them using mere novices. Considering he was already their sworn enemy, their patience was wearing thin.
“Very well. Then I shall take this opportunity to enlighten the students. I will show them the superiority of elven magic.”
“I look forward to it. Now, Marie.”
Vuremhilde sent a message directly to her.
[ I will allow you to use the power of a saint. ]
“What?!”
Marie flinched in shock.
Idnia clicked her tongue.
“So that’s what he’s planning. Then there’s nothing to worry about… no, actually, we should be worried for the elves.”
Bongpal stepped forward confidently, his robe fluttering.
Marie, in contrast, looked utterly nervous.
With telekinesis, Vuremhilde floated a frying pan between them.
But its position was strange.
“Wait… if the pan gets pierced—”
“They’ll hit each other, won’t they?”
Both stood in a straight line, with the pan directly between them.
If the magic pierced through, the remaining force could strike the opponent.
Even a basic magic bullet could become lethal at that level.
“Hmph. Pointless theatrics…”
Bongpal had already decided his strategy.
He would fire a powerful shot to pierce the pan, deflect Marie’s magic, and curve his projectile just before hitting her—sending it toward Vuremhilde instead.
Meanwhile, Marie stood frozen, unsure of what to do.
“Now then. When this coin hits the ground, you may cast your spells. Ready…”
Idnia acted as referee and tossed the coin.
Bongpal cast first.
“Huh?”
“It didn’t activate!”
“A conditional trigger?!”
He had pre-cast the spell to activate automatically upon hearing the coin hit the ground.
A technique far beyond ordinary students.
But Idnia was already prepared to intervene if necessary.
The moment the coin struck—
Bongpal’s magic fired instantly.
It was unbelievably fast and needle-thin, designed for maximum penetration.
It pierced the frying pan in an instant and flew toward Marie.
The match was over.
Or so he thought.
“So-warat!”
Marie cast her spell a split second later.
And then—
Something impossible happened.
Her magic erased Bongpal’s projectile.
Then it surged forward, shredding the frying pan completely.
Unlike Bongpal’s precise shot, hers was like a massive cannon blast—overwhelming in raw power.
“W-what?!”
Bongpal hurriedly cast a defensive spell—
But Marie’s magic absorbed it and kept advancing.
“Damn it… the Holy Trinity’s blessing?! That bastard Vuremhilde set this up!”
Only then did Bongpal realize he had fallen into a trap.
The Saint’s power was meant to erase the authority of the Outer God that empowered the Demon King.
But that purification didn’t just affect that power—it could nullify ordinary magic as well.
Vuremhilde had infused Marie’s magic with that purification.
That was why Bongpal was now facing disaster.
At that moment—
Idnia moved.
She hurled a frying pan, coated in aura, intercepting the attack and deflecting its trajectory.
“Ah!”
BOOM!
The magic struck the academy’s barrier, melting through it before crashing into the wall and exploding.
Even the protective magic was erased by the Saint’s power.
The remaining force blasted through solid stone.
Had it hit a human body, nothing would have remained.
Everyone was stunned.
“A basic spell… with that kind of power?”
“That’s impossible…”
“She’s a Saint!”
Marie, however, collapsed forward, suffering from mana exhaustion.
“What is the meaning of this?! Were you trying to kill us?!”
Jeomrye shouted in fury.
But Vuremhilde responded calmly,
“It seems the student simply lacked control. Such accidents happen when inexperienced students exert themselves.”
“That’s absurd!”
“Indeed. To think a high-ranking elf official nearly died to a first-month student. My apologies—I never imagined such a thing.”
“….”
He deliberately emphasized that Marie was a beginner.
“She’s a Saint!”
“And yet another student—Idnia—protected him.”
“….”
The elves fell silent.
“Very well. Marie receives 5 merit points. As for Sir Bongpal…”
“You will assign the penalty as agreed.”
“…As you wish.”
“Marie: 5 merit points. Bongpal: 5 penalty points. And Idnia, for preventing disaster—2 merit points.”
Vuremhilde smiled in satisfaction.
But Marie could barely celebrate.
She had completely exhausted her mana.