CHAPTER 132
CHAPTER 132
Why Make Scrolls So Big When They’re Disposable Anyway? What a Waste of Materials.
Idnia supported Marie, who was suffering from mana exhaustion.
“Th-thank you, Lady Idnia.”
“Are you alright? Get some rest. But… what exactly did Professor Vuremhilde say to you…?”
Idnia had noticed that Vuremhilde had sent a message to Marie.
But how had he enabled her to use the power of a Saint so instantly?
Marie couldn’t answer. Mana depletion caused nerve pain—an agonizing sensation as if her very nerves were being burned. She couldn’t even gather her thoughts.
“…Just rest.”
Idnia realized it would be difficult to get an answer from her for now.
Meanwhile, Vuremhilde paid no attention to Marie’s condition and continued the lesson as if nothing had happened.
‘He used Marie to humiliate the elves, and now he doesn’t even care that she’s in pain… how irritating.’
Idnia shot him a glare, but Vuremhilde was not the type to care.
“Why do you think your magic bullets cannot pierce the frying pan?”
Pacifier raised his hand.
“Student Pacifier?”
“First, the power of a basic magic bullet is too weak.
And the bullet itself, being formed from condensed mana, isn’t solid enough to break through a metal frying pan.”
“Yet earlier, Sir Bongpal pierced it. Why do you think that is?”
“Because of sufficient velocity. Elves live longer, so they must possess more mana than us.”
“That is true—but the elf did not actually use more mana than you.”
“…What?”
“He reduced the amount of mana in the projectile. Using the same total mana but compressing less into the bullet increases its speed.
And shape matters as well. A smaller diameter concentrates force into a single point, increasing penetration.
Of course, if the total mana is too small, it will dissipate against resistance or armor. But within reason, reducing mass without reducing total mana can improve penetration.”
He paused.
“You should already know this much.
Now then, try again. Pierce the frying pan.”
Under Vuremhilde’s guidance, the students resumed casting.
This time, though no one pierced the pan, the sounds were different.
Some of the more skilled students even managed to dent it.
Compared to before, when it didn’t even scratch, it was clear progress.
But Vuremhilde was not satisfied.
“So even after that explanation, none of you can pierce it?”
“Professor, it’s because it’s floating. If it were fixed in place, we could probably do it.”
The students complained.
In truth, piercing a frying pan with a basic spell was an extraordinary feat. Most mages couldn’t do it. Even Pacifier, who had seen many adventurer mages, felt Vuremhilde’s expectations were absurd.
‘Hmm… shall I try it then?’
Just as Idnia prepared to cast her spell, the elves approached her.
It was Minister Jeomrye and the Phoenix brothers—Bongchil, Bongpal, and Bonggu.
“…Greetings. You must be the Duchess Betelgeuse’s daughter? I am Jeomrye, Minister of Magic of Albion Londanium.”
“Ah, yes. Hello.”
Their names and traditional attire struck Idnia as oddly amusing, but up close, their beauty was undeniable.
‘This must be the bizarre influence of Korean game developers… Though in this world, those names must sound elegant.’
She had to hold back her laughter.
“First, thank you for assisting Sir Bongpal earlier. But if I may ask—how did you do it? The power of the Holy Trinity erases all magic.”
“Ah, well…”
Idnia was about to mention her Overlord technique, but—
“Lady Idnia is also a Saint candidate.”
Marie spoke up, enduring her pain.
“Oh? I see.”
“Indeed.”
The elves accepted it immediately.
But that would create a misunderstanding.
Idnia was about to correct them when—
“Student Idnia. Try piercing the frying pan. You’re the only one who hasn’t.”
“…Yes, understood.”
Idnia raised her wand and cast her spell.
But instead of forming a small projectile like the others, her magic took the shape of a long, spear-like mass—and it wasn’t even moving.
“Huh? What is that?”
No one understood what she was doing.
While everyone else reduced size and increased speed, Idnia did the opposite—zero velocity, maximum mass.
“Heh… hahaha! Of course! That’s how it’s done!”
Vuremhilde burst into laughter.
At that moment, all the frying pans suddenly moved and aligned themselves behind Idnia’s target in a straight line—more than twenty in total.
“What?!”
Then—
Smack!
Idnia swung her black iron wand like a bat, striking her magic projectile.
The projectile shot forward at terrifying speed, piercing through the frying pan as if it were wet paper.
It continued through the next, and the next—
Piercing every single one in the line.
Finally, it flew toward Vuremhilde.
“Excellent!”
He fired his own magic bullet.
It pierced Idnia’s projectile and exploded midair, shattering it completely.
Though Idnia’s technique was impressive, Vuremhilde’s mastery was on another level.
Still, he was delighted.
“Outstanding! As expected of the vice-captain of the Wizard Ball club! I award you 2 additional merit points!”
Sendia protested,
“Wait! That was clearly two spells—one to create the projectile, another to launch it—”
“Did I ever forbid that?”
“…What?”
“Magic is about breaking conventions. You use every possible method within the allowed rules. Isn’t that right?”
He dismissed her objection.
The elves, too, were impressed.
“An unconventional yet powerful technique.”
“How can someone so graceful wield such a bold, heroic swing…?”
Idnia had simply used a baseball-style swing, but in this world, it looked like a decisive, all-or-nothing strike.
By increasing mass instead of speed, she had achieved overwhelming penetration.
She had gone beyond what was taught and demonstrated her own approach.
She deserved the points.
With this, Idnia earned 4 points total, bringing her to 14—once again leading the individual rankings.
Marie reached 10, tying with Crown Prince Rudolf.
Eurus dorm rose to 42 points, pulling far ahead of the others.
That is—if the other dorms failed to score.
After class, Idnia sought out Vuremhilde.
“You promised to help solve my pulse-type mana vein issue if I won yesterday’s match.”
“Ah, yes. And the spell I cast on you is about to expire.
First, I’ll renew it. Then I’ll teach you how to cast it yourself.”
“What kind of spell is it?”
“A mana vein suppression spell.”
“…What?”
“Not complete suppression. It’s adjusted to match your mana capacity.”
Normally, such a spell was a curse that prevented magic entirely.
But in Idnia’s case, it stabilized her erratic output.
“That simple…?”
She almost mentioned Magram overcharging her, but stopped.
The spell was far from simple.
“Not simple. This is only a temporary solution. The root cause remains.”
“What is the root cause?”
“I don’t know. I’d have to dissect you. Alive, of course. Care to volunteer?”
“…Would I survive?”
“Usually not. But your name would live on as a syndrome.”
“…No thanks.”
“Ah, that was a joke. You were supposed to laugh.”
“Not funny.”
“Very well. Let’s proceed with treatment.”
Vuremhilde inscribed the spell structure into her notebook using flame patterns.
“It’s a 3D structure flattened into 2D, so it’ll be hard to understand. For now, use this.”
He handed her a small sticker.
“What is this?”
“A scroll containing the spell. Stick it on your body to activate it.”
“…A scroll?”
Normally, scrolls were rolled parchments or silk.
This was just… a sticker.
“You can make it small, so why waste materials making it big?”
“…This is more like a sticker than a scroll.”
“Still works.”
“…Thank you.”
Idnia accepted the “scroll” with a sigh.