Avoid Former Co-Workers - Chapter 145



145 – 145. Road School Power War (2)

“Road School Power War… I guess you didn’t care because you belonged to Tembris at the time.”

Road School is another educational institution other than the academy that exists in the Principality of Ardelion. Of course, it’s just words, but it’s not well used.

The problem with forgetting this is that there will be competitions such as individual and group competitions.

As long as sparring is a test to improve one’s skills by exchanging attacks with an opponent, it is difficult to use the method of escape.

In that case, I have to bury it properly, but the above content is really annoying.

“To make a selection sequentially according to the ranking of the quest page… I was supposed to go to Shirah after seeing this…?”

Suddenly, a terrible regret comes over me.

If it wasn’t roughly E rank, if it was D or D+ rank, at least there wouldn’t be any cases where you were assigned to a surplus place…

“What is certain is that if you go to Shirahh, there will be no answers. There is no way. I can’t help it. Hurry up and rank today… Huh?”

[ PS – In order to prevent a sudden change in the rank of the quest page, the points will not change even if you complete the quest for the time being. ]

This sh*t.

Are you saying that you are just going to go to Sirah?

“I was thinking of going down to class D in line with the written test. I’m going to drop to class E after this. hahahaha…”

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My future plans to go down to Class D due to this power battle that is linked to grades… It seems that it has now been shattered.

This power war is actually a test based on how well the academy students teach the road school students.

─Notice. Since the road school assignments for our 3rd year students have ended, please gather on campus to receive detailed information.

Ah. How can you not even have a choice?

Rather than the grandiose place of Class A, I tried to enjoy this peaceful time for a while by being invisible in Class D.

If I fail this test like this, I will be assigned to class E and meet those nobles, so it could be even more annoying than now.

…In other words, it seemed like they were protesting against me.

“Oh! You’re in the same place as me, right?”

“Really… But it’s okay. It’s nice to have someone I know.”

“Uh huh, tongue-in-cheek? Me who came to the Melcom Guild’s offer?”

“Oh, you simple bastard…”

As we entered the plaza, students were already gathering in groups of threes and fives, buzzing.

‘Professor Meuniher hasn’t come yet.’

At the moment you think that way. He said that the tiger would come if he said it, and he immediately saw a familiar eccentric on the podium.

As the buzz subsided due to the attention of the student council president, Professor Meuniher briefly introduced himself and brought up a business.

“Perhaps it’s because of the huge aftermath of the Great Subjugation of Sheet, you’ve had a lot of trouble carrying out the quest. However, do you know that your growth is slowing down that much?”

You know very well that saying it twice makes your mouth hurt.

“In that sense, I’m going to evaluate the potential of you guys who just happened to participate in the sweeping and sweeping battles. Use what you’ve learned and mix well with the guys from the road school.”

“Of course, those who form a team or party are sent to the same place, and if you want to move individually, you must apply separately.”

Looking over the students, Professor Meuniher hand-delivered some cautions.

…But is it really necessary? It should have just been issued as a notice.

He complained for a while, but he suddenly accepted a fruit from Ophelia.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Suddenly, what kind of excess? Do you even cut fruit here…?”

“Professor Meuniher could not have done that?”

As the other babbling guys say, Professor Meuniher really hates useless things. I heard there is something

“Hey you, come up here and take a look.”

“Yes, yes…”

With a dazed sound, the pointed student climbs onto the podium.

“Exercise the demonic field.”

A student on the podium listens to Professor Meuniher and manifests a demonic field. It is an ordinary single rod type magic wand that can be used mainly by wizards in charge of support positions.

And right away, he struck the knife and shattered the single rod made of magic.

“Whoa, whoa!”

“What happened?

“I saw it! Professor Meuniher has magic in his hands!”

I saw it with my own eyes.

It must have been struck down with magic power. But… Even taking that into account…

‘Wasn’t the magic power too different?’

According to my years of experience, you can never go wrong.

It doesn’t make sense to break it with less than 1/10 of the magic used in the single rod. It’s even more unbelievable that such power was put into pure transition.

“As you may well know, what this guy brought out is the Stage 1, Mirage-type demon. And this is the Stage 2, Shell-type demon that you should head to next.”

Weak mana contained in the transition. A dagger that has returned to demonic air and has been scattered.

He was clearly giving us advice.

“In this test, if you don’t master this horsemanship, you’ll probably have a result that’s no different from those in road school.”

That the action we just took is the next step we must take.

***

“Professor Meuniher. Didn’t you just prepare the process in advance?”

Ophelia asked Professor Meuni Herr with her eyes wide open.

“Why do you think so?”

“Isn’t it obvious? The results are no different from the guys at the road school… It sounds like you’re going to expel students who haven’t mastered the shell-type mana.”

The only thing prepared in advance was that the suitability of shell-type horses would be included in this score.

However, the words he said on the podium sounded almost like a recommendation for expulsion.

“I was just intimidated.”

“Are you scared?”

“Sometimes I see them on their way. Once released, they climb up and think they are proud.”

“…”

Of course there are such arrogant people.

But those people were dissatisfied with Levant Academy, so most of them were nobles who dropped out and went to Mir Park Road School.

At present, even though I can reach out to my classmate or friend for a while, I haven’t seen anyone who truly has that kind of heart.

At least, from the perspective of Ophelia, the student council president.

‘Professor Meuniher must have known this…’

“By the way. How did you come up with such a good opinion?”

“Yes? Ah…”

Ophelia is taken aback by the sudden question. Actually, I devised it to resolve my dissatisfaction and Renias’ dissatisfaction, but of course I couldn’t answer that.

“I thought it could be a good opportunity. Just like the professor picked out people for each evaluation last year.”

“Hmm. I see.”

Professor Meuniher’s eyes close when he hears that he picks out people.

-‘Huh… Al Qaydra. Did this really appear from the side of the temple?’

-‘…Yes.’

-‘At that time… There is nothing different.’

-‘That’s why I need to find it even faster.’

I recall the pattern drawn on the inside of the scroll that Dahlia showed me.

The one that fell as an oracle from the side of the temple.

Alkyd. Who lost everything

The target was designated as someone from the academy, no different from the past.

It was for this reason that he accepted Ophelia’s proposal without hesitation.

‘I’d rather have the temple side revoke this oracle saying that it can’t be trusted.’

How to find someone who has practically lost everything. It is impossible to dig up all the information of people without knowing what they had.

In addition, people do not only lose material things, but they can also lose abstract things.

How can I tell them apart?

In other words, there are no clues, no evidence will come out, and the only condition was the realm of the Principality of Ardelion.

It is unknown which of these numerous people at Levant Academy is an Alkaid.

So Meuniher was planning to observe all of this power battle with a feeling of grasping at straws.

Because the ending of a couple who saved Artena’s empire decades ago could be repeated again.

***

A few days later.

A teacher from Sirach Road School opens the door and walks in. He looks around the classroom and says something.

“It’s fever today… I guess it doesn’t matter. You study on your own.”

To my surprise, that was the end.

“Someone to kick the ball with. I brought it.”

“Oh! Let’s go!”

“Me too, me too!”

“Then I won’t be using this desk, so I’ll have to draw it. Let’s see… I read up to a few pages yesterday…”

“Care…”

Students are sleeping on their stomachs or doing other things as if they were not paying attention to the lecture, and some went outside without even noticing.

Surprisingly, the professor is self-study and is taking out a book and doing his own business.

I don’t even yell at you for what you’re doing during lecture.

In a word, it’s a mess.

At this time, a female student kicked her desk and got up.

“What is this! This is also a road school. It’s a place to teach students!”

“Oops. Surprised. Why are you screaming? I was sleeping well… Jeop.”

When the student awakes from her slumber complains, she glares at her, widening her eyes.

“Hey, hey… Lana, you told me the other day. Transferring from road school to Levant? There’s no hope. Just have a nice meal and go.”

“Are you coming to school to eat and sleep?”

“Then, what is there to do here? It’s just a waste of time. I have to go learn something. I’ve been going there for a year and a half, and I haven’t seen a single guy like that.”

Sirach Road School.

It is a place where people from the Sirach side who were unable to enter the Levant Academy due to circumstances or those who dropped out due to some reason continue their studies once again.

On the surface, it is said that there are students and professors as much as it is a school, but in reality?

It’s just a place to eat and do something to pass the time, then go to receive subsidies. It does not function as a school at all.

‘Wrong… A professor is poking his ears at his students instead of teaching them…!’

Lana, fed up with this wrong situation, regretted that she had to drop out of Les Brandt Academy.

From the moment I left Levant Academy to urgently earn money for my mother’s hospital bills, I felt like my life was trapped in this road school.

So I protested every time.

At this point, shouldn’t we at least pretend to be teaching as the complainant said?

Every time I protested so strongly, the professor didn’t pretend to hear and just put on earplugs saying it was noisy.

Please, I hope someone will rip and fix this absurd school.

-Are you there? I’m from Levant.

“It’s this time of year again, this sh*t. Tsk.”

As always, the professor stood up with a frown on his face and said he had to send it again, showing an annoyance.

But this time around, it would be fair to say that luck followed.

“Let’s go. Even if we have nothing to do!”

“I’m sorry, but it’s a power battle. We have to work together with the students on this side. Okay?”

No matter how you look at it, the dark-haired boy who opened the door, pointed his finger at the students, and proudly put his face in the professor’s eyes.

It’s not like the people who came here just to pass the time.