Surviving as an Academy Black Magician - Surviving as an Academy Black Magician chapter 106

A warehouse behind the Class A dormitory.

“Is that true, Gongja? If you fight Frey Caligo and win, would you recommend him as a student of Dean McDowell?”

“Yes. Did you see me telling lies?”

“no. Confucius would never lie! Please leave it to me. I’m definitely going to step on it right now. The county’s son, who is all crumbling, doesn’t even know how to install it. I didn’t like how he acted as if he was the son of a sword master.”

“okay. I believe. Liddell. I’ll be watching from the back.”

“yes!”

Sardine, who moved to a corner of the warehouse, put on the ring that was in her bosom. Then his figure disappeared.

An artifact that hides the wearer’s appearance.

It was “The Invisible Eye”.

After a while.

The warehouse door opened and Frey strode in. Then he looked at Liddell and said coldly.

“Is it you? Are you kidding me like this?”

Originally, she wouldn’t have visited an uninhabited warehouse just because of a note like this.

I don’t even know what kind of conspiracy the opponent is plotting, but I wasn’t stupid enough to go find it on my own.

But this time I couldn’t help it.

The feeling of grabbing at least a straw.

Even if the words on the note were false, she had to go check it out.

His father’s illness was getting worse day by day, and the contents of this note were never known unless he was an insider of Count Caligo’s family.

At least, it was impossible unless he knew the circumstances inside Count Caligo’s family.

Sardine Lundell was also well aware of that fact, so he deliberately wrote down the contents on the note to entice her.

Liddell flinched at the moment due to the life force emanating from her body, but soon came to his senses and answered.

“okay. Frey Caligo. I sent you a note.”

“What on earth were you thinking when you sent this note… ? Do you dare to make fun of Count Caligo? ? Are you asking me to believe that there are demon worshipers among the servants of my family? Don’t try to trick me with false information! They are all like family to me. Do you think those who have been together for so many years will betray your father!”

“Are you sure?”

“… what?”

“I asked if you were really sure. Do you really guarantee that there won’t be a single traitor among the servants of Count Caligo? Do you think Halton Caligo, the sword master who once represented the Empire, has been bedridden until now only because of the wounds he received in battle?”

All of the lines Liddell was speaking were exactly as in the script written by Sardin Lundell in advance.

Frey stared at Liddell with ferocious eyes.

“Don’t put your father’s name in your mouth.”

Liddell, who received her murder head-on, felt fear, but calmed himself inwardly.

‘Let’s not be scared. He is said to be the son of a sword master, but isn’t he just a toothless tiger now? If you were that good, you would have been assigned to class A, not class S… … . I also have the artifacts that Prince Sardin gave me, so I have nothing to fear.’

A bracelet with a red jewel on Liddell’s right arm.

It was an artifact handed over by Sardine Rundel himself, and it was an armament worth more than 100 gold coins.

The ability is to strengthen the wearer’s strength.

It was a very simple ability, but the effect was powerful as well.

“Don’t be pretentious. Don’t you know too? that something is strange. What is written on the note is true. I know which of the servants in Count Caligo’s family is a demon worshiper.”

“What do you want?”

“Dalian. If you win through sparring with me, I’ll tell you who the rat hiding in Count Caligo’s family is.”

“Is that enough?”

“under! Don’t you think you’re going to lose?”

Frey didn’t answer.

“… … .”

Because her silence was the answer to his question.

Liddell shouted, his pride hurt.

“okay. I feel like I need to press down on that arrogant nose to clear my mind. There are conditions. If you lose in Dalian with me, leave the academy on your own feet.”

“i get it.”

Liddell pulled out the sword he was wearing around his waist.

It was not comparable to a famous sword, but it was well maintained and had a fairly sharp edge.

“Pull out your sword.”

Frey pulled out the rusty sword he had used in the gymnasium.

The quality itself is good, but the blade has become dull due to long use.

“Are you kidding me? Are you going to fight me with just that kind of sword?”

“Which sword I use is none of your business, is it?”

Frey had no intention of pulling out the real sword from the beginning.

I couldn’t help but feel angry, but I didn’t lose my reason enough to pull out a real sword against my classmate.

This was because it was not a formal match, and if an accident occurred during the match between individuals, it could not be undone.

And he had that much confidence.

Rather than ignoring the opponent, it was believing in one’s own talent and effort.

Through Seil Sieghart, she realized that the gap between classes was not important.

Although she didn’t get into the A class she wanted, she confidently said that her talent and power were equal to, or even more than, theirs.

“… Have no regrets.”

Liddell, who had mangled it, quickly moved his feet and swung his sword at Frey’s left shoulder blade.

stable posture.

It was a classic example, as if the movements in the swordsmanship manual had been copied as they were.

“It’s obvious.”

Frey dodged his sword with a flick of the body.

All it took was one step.

Then he raised his sword with gentle movements.

visor!

A rusty blade that rose from the bottom cut off the sword Liddell was holding.

If it was a battle of strength, Liddell, who was confident in himself, ignored the impact on his wrist and withstood it, but soon pulled out his sword and opened the distance.

‘What power… … !’

Despite the opportunity, Frey stood still and stared at him.

If you want to come in, come in and see.

It was a feeling.

Her action was enough to touch Liddell’s pride, and the excited Liddell boiled the mana in his heart and narrowed his stride again.

A sword that shoots through the air.

Swords emitting fierce momentum poured down without a break.

Frey focused only on evasion and defense with minimal movements, but did not make any significant counterattacks.

Liddell smiled triumphantly.

‘okay! No matter how much you fly and crawl, you are only an S class! Did you think someone like you would be able to beat this Liddell-sama, who is ranked 10th in Class A?’

At first glance, it seemed that Frey was being pushed one way, and even Liddell himself was convinced that he had the upper hand.

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But that was a big mistake.

It is true that he wielded the sword more.

But for some reason, Frey’s body didn’t even have a scratch.

Despite swinging his sword so many times, he was unable to land a single effective hit.

‘ha… ha… Why can’t I reach you?’

Confident that he had the chance to win, Liddell was visibly exhausted as he rapidly consumed his stamina.

The hand holding the sword trembled.

Without missing the gap, Frey swung his sword diagonally.

──Empty!

The sword in Liddell’s hand soared into the air and soon plunged into the ground.

Liddell, who belatedly recognized the situation, looked at his hand with a blank face.

“how… … ?”

Looking at him like that, Frey said.

“Looks like the match is over. Would you like more?”

He seemed to be able to feel Sardine’s gaze from behind. I can’t give up like this.

Even in order to gain his approval and become McDowell’s disciple.

Liddell drew his sword again.

“I admit one persistence.”

He screamed and ran towards Frey.

Perhaps his stamina had run out, and his sword was worse than before.

It was the same result this time.

Empty!

Liddell’s sword ricocheted off and hit the floor again. A feeling of powerlessness overtook him.

Nevertheless, he drew his sword again and charged.

again.

again.

again.

No matter how many times I tried it, the result was the same.

He fell to the floor and looked at Frey with a desperate expression on his face.

“… … why. Why can’t I reach you?”

said Frey with a sigh.

“Give up now. No matter how many times I repeat, you can’t beat me.”

Liddell himself, having mixed swords with her, knew this best.

Up until now, I had endured with only the single thought of trying to get in Sardine’s eyes, but once my heart was broken, it did not come back easily.

‘No matter how many times I repeat, I can’t win.’

A resigned Liddell announced his resignation.

“… … I lost.”

Frey lowered his sword and said.

“As promised, tell me what you know.”

──That moment.

Sardine Lundell, who appeared from the darkness, looked at Liddell lying on the floor and said.

“I expected it, but seeing it in person is even more devastating.”

“… Go, Gongja?”

Frey’s eyes trembled when he saw him.

“Why are you here… … .”

Sardin said, ignoring Frey.

“Useless bastard.”

As soon as he finished speaking, red mana rose from Liddell’s body.

Liddell muttered with empty eyes and pulled out the sword on the floor.

“I have to kill… … . Kill Frey Caligo… … .”

Then, with a movement he had never shown before, he thrust his sword into Frey’s chest.

“——Okay!!!”

It happened in an instant.

Frey, taken aback by Liddell’s surprise, reflexively swung his sword.

Awesome!

Shaaa!

Red blood gushed out like a fountain from the nape of Liddell’s neck as he dropped the sword.

dump.

he fell helplessly

Frey, who came to his senses belatedly, seized reason, approached him, and pressed the wound.

However, because the wound was so deep, blood was leaking incessantly.

“… … why. Why is that?”

Sardin, who was in the corner, walked out with a pleasant smile.

“Did Frey Caligo kill a man?”

Hearing those words, Frey muttered with a pale face.

Her hands were all red from the blood that flowed from Liddell’s neck.

“It’s not like that. This… It was an accident. To protect myself… … I just swung my sword reflexively… … .”

“You know full well that it’s all just excuses, Frey Caligo? Whatever the reason, the sword you wielded killed someone. A classmate too.”

Frey shouted, glaring at Sardin.

“Haven’t you seen it too! It must have been an accident! I’m not talking about this, so hurry up and get a healing magician… … .”

“It’s already late.”

Hearing that, Frey hurriedly checked Liddell’s pulse. However, his pulse had already been cut off.

“The father is a demon worshiper and the son is a murderer. It’s nice to see this. Ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Was it you… … Whoever made all this… … ?”