I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in a Game-Chapter 85
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“… hello. This is Hazel Boren.”
Most of the wizards were corner follicles.
Even if you are an active and outgoing person in your own studio, laboratory, or laboratory, you suddenly become timid when you are outside.
Of course, each person is different, but Hazel Boren, an instructor at the Faculty of Magic who became a team with Philip, did not deviate too much from the category of ordinary wizards.
"yes. nice to see you. Instructor.”
Phillip lowered his head slightly, and Hazel bowed even deeper than he did, seemingly at a loss.
Hazel Boren, the 5th year instructor this year, was a veteran in her own way assisting the 4th and 5th grade classes, but Philip, the new instructor, was a little burdensome.
Partly because he was a member of the great nobility and was the younger sister of Professor Felicia Oswald.
'I think that's what Cheryl will look like when she grows up.'
Seeing her round glasses and curly hair, Philip felt an inner affinity.
“Anyway, since everyone has acted together like this, let’s work together. After all, since this is an official request from the Royal Knights and the Mage Tower, wouldn't there be a reward if we first found the necromancer?"
The last member was a person tied to Philip with a bad relationship.
Haron Babe. As a senior instructor in the swordsmanship department, he was a person with whom there was friction in the beginning. He acted as if nothing had happened before, and Philip didn't particularly care about him.
'I don't think there will be any particular benefit, but I mean.'
I had no intention of blaming that career-oriented mindset. It seemed that Harron was looking at a higher place than the academy swordsmanship instructor.
“… But the necromancer must be careful. We are not looking for wizards wandering in the wilderness, but we have to search for wizards who are confined to their workshops.”
Instructor Hazel said cautiously. Philip nodded her head roughly, saying she was right.
I didn't mean to look hard for anything anyway. All the faculty members at the academy were competent to some extent, so it seemed that after spending a few hours, the problem would be solved on its own.
Soon all the shops in the shopping district were locked. It was to block entry, and the door wouldn't open until the necromancer was found.
Hazel Boren, a wizard, cast detection magic in a narrow range once every 30 minutes from the start of the search.
“It doesn’t come out easily either. If there really is a necromancer around here, I might not be able to find it with my level.”
'That's right.'
Philip also agreed. In any case, the fact that even the instructors were put into this work was tantamount to showing sincerity to the royal family that owns this land.
Since you care so much, you are showing the words that you want to know with your actions.
The area that Philip's Joe was in charge of included the northern part of the shopping district and the beginning of the forest.
It was an area that the necromancer who appeared here would never choose unless he was suffering from a serious level of mental illness. It was because Professor Detelore of the White Mage Tower, who is one of the professors of the Faculty of Magic and is said to be the natural enemy of necromancy, lived nearby.
“In case you don’t know, you’d better take a closer look.”
Naturally, Haron Babe's heart became impatient.
“… Are you thorough? That means that I should use detection magic harder, right?”
Instructor Hazel let out a small sigh. She also knew what Haron wanted.
However, consuming mental power is rather more difficult than consuming physical strength.
The mental energy that should be used for research could not be wasted on the pursuit of success by a single instructor with whom he was not even close. Besides, he was already tired after using a lot of magic.
“Please suffer a little. Instructor Boren. Isn’t this all for the safety of the students?”
“You just said it was for the benefit of the royal family… ?”
“That's what they say, are you really going to rush the instructor for something like that? I'm not asking for anything unreasonable, I just want to take a closer look at the forest.”
Philip was thinking of stepping out when Haron refused to back down.
“Instructors over there, what are you doing without moving quickly?”
However, when he heard a familiar voice from a distance, Philip stopped and looked in that direction.
I saw Felicia, the Head Professor, and Professor Evelyn from the Faculty of Magic approaching this way.
“… what. is it you?”
Émile Panoy noticed Philip's face and put on a cold expression. He looked for a place to relieve his irritation, but gave up as soon as he confirmed that the target was Philip.
"yes. Head Professor.”
“I thought you’d be stuck somewhere, making excuses that you weren’t feeling well, but you managed to come out.”
He seemed to remember his promise not to mobilize Philip for anything unrelated to the students.
“Long time no see. Instructor Phillip.”
Professor Evelyn of the Faculty of Magic was a woman in her mid-40s. She was still the face of her young maiden, as were all her high-ranking mages, but her expression and demeanor showed her age.
Because she had met face to face during the previous training incident, Philip bowed slightly.
"Long time no see. Professor Evelyn.”
“I was really grateful for the work at that time. I almost made a terrible mistake. What should I do if those young students died in a dark and dark place because of my fault? Instructor saved not only them, but also me.”
Philip noticed that she still had the case in mind. Her personality seemed like something she would probably never forget for the rest of her life.
“Everyone makes mistakes. professor. no matter how great a person The reason why nothing big happened is also because the professor has prepared excellently for the class. If I hadn't put the students' safety first, wouldn't Instructor Perek not have come to call me?”
Professor Evelyn smiled bitterly and shook her head.
“… You're trying to comfort me. I can't make the instructor more difficult, so I should answer that I understand, right? Let me know if you ever need my help.”
Philip smiled troubledly, and soon felt Haron Babe's gaze. It was a gaze filled with jealousy and envy.
“By the way, Instructor Hazel. Why is your complexion not good?”
Suddenly, Professor Evelyn looked at Instructor Hazel and asked.
"no. professor. I am fine.”
Instructor Hazel replied that way, but it didn't look good to anyone.
“Looks like you used detection magic quite a bit. do it right I could have done it while taking a little break.”
When Professor Evelyn clicked her tongue as if she felt sorry for her, Instructor Hazel looked at Instructor Harron and added his words.
"It's a bit difficult, but the enthusiasm of the other instructors is so great that it seems I overworked myself without realizing it."
Instructor Hazel seemed to be filled with sadness when she stood in front of Professor Evelyn, who was famous for being kind to students and instructors.
It could have been because in the strange atmosphere between Haron and Philip, he barely spoke and only used detection magic.
“Of course it should. How long are we going to have our time stolen by a damn necromancer? Even if you overdo it a little, it’s right to find it quickly.”
When Head Professor Emil said that, Instructor Hazel looked at Professor Evelyn with tears in her eyes as if she felt unfair. Seeing that pitiful appearance, Professor Ibelin unknowingly parted his lips.
"I… Head Professor. Even so, the one who casts the detection magic is the instructor of the Faculty of Magic, so wouldn't it be nice to take care of the children? Our children are different from swordsmanship instructors, so they don’t have good stamina.”
“… Oh yeah?"
As the head professor seemed to be uncomfortable, Professor Evelyn swallowed. She was weak in nature and could not stand the likes of Emile Panoy.
“You spellcasters are always like that. huh? There are swordsmen who dedicate themselves to getting hit with swords and magic in front of them, so they don't know how comfortable they are, aren't they? Professor Evelyn, don't you feel sorry for the swordsmanship instructors? Those guys would be searching with all their senses open, just in case something happened. Do you know how hard that is?”
When Professor Emil pressed, Professor Evelyn averted his gaze. When she got into trouble because of her self, Instructor Hazel's expression on her face became teary-eyed again.
“… Open all your senses, what does that mean? How do you do that?”
Felicia, who had been silent, opened her mouth. She exchanged her eye contact with Philip, then kept her mouth shut with a weary look.
“How do instructors say things that even I, a professor, don’t know?”
Her scolding made the head professor feel a strong sense of betrayal.
“No, how could you do this to me? How much do I usually care for you?”
Felicia shook her head and snorted.
"joy! You say that you don't do anything normally, but you only cherish it when it's like this. If there's anything bothering you, leave it all to me. Does the professor know what life is like when you have a vacation but you can’t use it?”
It seemed that she, too, was overcome by the sadness she had been experiencing.
'I wanted to go to Elpenia Forest too!'
She knew that Philip was going to Elpenia Forest, but due to his busy schedule, it was difficult to take more than three days off. Her resentment at missing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was not something that would be easily forgotten.
"no… Still, there are professors from other departments, so I have to be like this here... ?”
Everyone had weaknesses. And the head professor's weakness was Felicia. Her head professor, who had fallen in love with her talent since she was a student, couldn't bear to treat her harshly.
“… Sorry for the interruption, but I have a suggestion, would you mind?”
Philip, who had been watching the skit, interrupted.
“What, what?”
“Here Instructor Haron Babe says he really wants to find the necromancer and keep the students safe, so why don’t you two use Instructor Babe, and instead of Instructor Babe, that pretty professor over there acts with us?”
Felicia rolled her eyes in embarrassment when Philip called her a pretty professor.
“That's a good idea! If Professor Oswald behaves with his own brother, it will be more comfortable than hanging out with the old us.”
The head professor said yes and agreed. It was because she realized that no matter how much she dragged Felicia around, all she would get back was her glare.
“Come here. Babe Instructor. You will have to be careful not to fall behind.”
"yes? ah… yes."
As Emile Panoy snapped a finger at him, Haron Babe threw a resentful look at Philip and bit his lip.
Soon after, the two professors and Instructor Haron disappeared, and Philip suggested looking at his sister and Instructor Hazel.
“We are going to rest. Instructor Hazel seems to be having a hard time."
“That is a very good idea.”
Felicia nodded. She, too, was not serious about this search operation. Aside from finding the necromancer who lost her command, she had a lot of work to do.
"that… Is that okay?”
Instructor Hazel asked cautiously, and Philip reassured her.
“Of course you can. In the first place, I was the one who destroyed the spirit, but isn't it right that other people should do this kind of post-processing? If I have to find even a necromancer who is half dead, this society is wrong.”
Instructor Hazel was unknowingly moved by that confident tone and nodded.
“I heard and saw it. Excuse me then.”
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Camilla checked her hand and smiled confidently of victory.
“Whoops. Lua. A child as innocent as you can never defeat me. It's not too late now, so why don't we declare defeat?"
Dozens of round wooden chips were stacked on her side of the table. Each of these chips was worth ten gold coins.
It was exactly what they decided to do, but it was a good thing for the two girls. Both of them were kids who didn't really need money.
Lua shook her head at Camilla's words and said.
“The instructor said that, but your hands are faster than your eyes!”
Embarrassed for a moment at the statement that she would openly use technology, Camilla finally remembered that Lua was not such a child.
“… Didn't you say something else?"
Lua then corrected her words with an expression of "Oops".
"Oh right. He said that in the end, you will only know when you open your hand!”
Camilla laughed spontaneously at Lua's actions. This new commoner friend was quirky and cute, and she fell in love with it.
However, the world of competition is a cold law. When she saw the chip worth three hundred gold placed in front of Lua, she asked with her eyes shining.
“Are you really going to bet it all on this round?”
Lua nodded as if it were natural.
"huh!"
“If I lose all of that, even though today’s snacks are mine?”
"huh!"
Apparently, Lua's determination was firm.
'Are you going to have a guts fight with me, Lua? Then you picked the wrong opponent. You bet big money even if it's just one pair of jacks. It'll be about the same this time.'
Camilla's hand was two pairs of aces and 9s, even this was enough genealogy to win a game.
After learning this game called poker from Phillip, Camilla had a combined win rate of over 50% with Lua and other adults.
It was a story that he had an innate sense of calculation and a sense of winning. Looking at the discarded cards and Lua's revealed hand, the odds of a genealogy higher than two pair were extremely rare.
“… Ok, fine. No regrets?”
Camilla opened her hand. A pair of cards with the ace and the number 9 written on them.
“Eight!”
Lua overturned all of her cards with spirit. Confirming the result, Camilla's eyes widened.
“Jack Fourcard? Nonsense! Lua, did you use the technique?”
Camilla's remarks had some basis, as Phillip often showed off his card-switching skills to tease her. If he was as quick as Lua, he would be able to imitate such techniques.
"no! I don't know how to do that!”
Lua protested, but Camilla remained suspicious.
“Do you know what the odds are that you will get four cards in your hand when there are no jacks in your open cards? To be honest, I won't be angry.”
“Not really!”
“My older brother told me that if you mess with cards, you have to cut your wrists.”
Camilla muttered with a stern expression.
Of course, Philip had never said such a thing, but Camilla knew very well that Lua would die if it were Philip's horse.
“… Since Lua wasn't playing around, you don't have to cut his wrists!”
Lua seemed really unfair. Camilla couldn't help but dispel her doubts. She even mentioned Philip, but seeing her do that, it seemed she was just lucky.
"okay. I'll admit it. it's my loss Lua, you are so lucky... .”
Camilla pushed in front of Lua as much as the chip Lua had put on, and suddenly realized that the door was slightly open. She also felt that someone was watching her inside and threw herself away.
“… Who are you out there? By any chance, my brother?”
Feeling a little embarrassed, she called out to Philip with a red face. The only person worth watching was Philip.
The first person to open the door was Philip, but something was wrong with the number.
“… It's good to see you seem to be doing well. princess?"
The young woman with an awkward expression on her face was clearly someone in Camilla's memory.
"oh… Lady Oswald?”
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