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Episode 100 Anti-magic weapon. A weapon that absorbs or disperses magical energy. Such weapons were usually used by swordsmen who often fought mages or by imperial anti-magic factions. They certainly weren't weapons for freshmen at a magic school. 'But the one who gave this to me was the principal of this school.' Ihan quickly finished justifying himself. Then swung the sword again. Kgh! Why did my master approve someone like this as a freshman…! An insolent brat like you should be…-
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Episode 006 Because Lee Han had consistently learned swordsmanship from his family’s old knight, Knight Allarlong, and was himself versed in combat, he could tell. Yoner’s stance right now was that of someone about to beat a person! “Wait. Wait.” Lee Han stepped between them to stop them. “Don’t look down on alchemy, Gainando.” “But alchemy is trivial.” Gainando said with a face completely oblivious to the mood. “Where’s the wisdom in that?” Magic was an…
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Episode 005 Magical power. Mana, magical power, called ‘Qi’ by some eastern tribes, ether by pretentious scholars, and divine power by stubborn priests—this force with many nicknames was the source of power for wizards. The power to change the world! Since every time they used magic they had to draw and consume their own magical power, it was natural for inexperienced and unskilled young wizards to suffer from a lack of magical power. But he had attempted it seven times and was still…
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The personal rooms given to each student were unexpectedly spacious and comfortable. Even though the skull principal didn’t provide anything else, he apparently hadn’t gone so far as to take away the private rooms. Of course, this was just Lee Han’s perspective, and at this very moment, the other nobles were probably horrified at the sight of such a bare, desolate room. -Is… is this where beggars live? -Did someone rob the room or something? Thud— With nothing but a desk, chair,…
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For a moment, Gainando thought Lee Han was joking. How could anyone live on nothing but hard black bread and cold rice balls? How could anyone wear such rough and shabby cloaks? But Lee Han didn't look like he was joking at all. ‘The Wardanaz Family… must be a terrifying family…!’ Gainando was appalled. The noble families of the empire possessed tremendous power, each with their own unique customs and traditions. And the Wardanaz Family, Lee Han’s family, was among those with…
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Royalty. Prince. Princess. Usually, anything with the word ‘royal’ in it possessed noble and dignified power. But in the empire, it was a bit different. There were… More royals than you’d think. ‘Doesn’t the current emperor have over 100 children?’ No matter how influential the royal family was, having triple-digit numbers of direct imperial children had to be considered a problem. At that point, if Lee Han sneaked into the imperial palace, the emperor might just think he…
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Episode 001 I will never go to graduate school again. From now on, I will live for myself! …As he graduated from the grueling graduate school, Lee Han, a Korean, made this resolution. He swore he wouldn’t even go near any place with the word ‘academic’ in it. But the world didn’t go as he wished. After Lee Han died in an unfortunate accident, the place he was reborn in happened to be the Wardanaz Family, a wizard family in another world. And then, 15 years passed. Today…
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Toward the Reprint! (1) After staring at the map for quite some time, Kleio realized that sleet had turned the sky white. ‘…Not today.’ With this weather, neither trains nor carriages would be able to travel between Fesselrn and Lundane. Behemoth, who had been licking hot chocolate with cognac, was already dozing off. ‘It’s a very snowy winter. I can’t tell if this is normal or if it’s just this year.’ It was the first Albion winter for “Kim Jeongjin.” Though the…
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1891 (2) When Kleio returned to the Asser mansion, completely exhausted, it was already late into the dawn, the sky beginning to brighten. ‘Wow, seriously. There were a lot of old folks there, but everyone’s stamina is insane. They’re not even college freshmen who just turned twenty, but if this was Seoul, they’d have drunk and danced until the first subway. Is that upper-class swag? I must have peasants for ancestors. I couldn’t do that even if I was told to.’ Kleio, shedding his…
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1891 (1) ‘Right, even if I become the one who shakes the protagonist’s mentality, getting entangled in the narrative is still getting entangled. Damn it.’ Arthur used to say, referring to Melchior, ‘That person has about a hundred ways to achieve his will even without using his skill,’ and it was true. Soon, the murderous intent lingering in Arthur’s eyes vanished as if washed away. Arthur himself knew better than Kleio that this was a cheap trick. He’d seen it all his…
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In any case, thanks to attending the banquet, I had learned the improved functions of Promise that came with increased narrative intervention. I learned that the terrifying crown prince was not omnipotent. I got a general sense of the opinions of the capital’s upper class. Meanwhile, Behemoth and the two pairs of twins were focusing on demolishing the course meal. Apparently satisfied with the food, Behemoth—who would get noisy if fed anything he disliked—didn’t let out a single…
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‘The function of the bound item was always amazing, but now that the narrative intervention is rising, it’s even more wondrous.’ Cleio felt both pleased and strangely resentful. Like most Koreans, he had suffered because of English all his life as “Kim Jeongjin.” ‘In college, I thought my eyes would fall out reading papers, and at work, reviewing original texts… How can this be.’ Engulfed in a sense of futility, Cleio stroked his left index finger, which rested on the table,…
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The Battlefield on the Tablecloth (2) On the wall at the far end of the hall, opposite the entrance, a heavy canopy was draped. Beneath it were the thrones of the king and queen. Below and to the right of the throne was the crown prince’s seat, and one step lower than that were the seats of the two princes. Each step was only a few handspans high. But the amount of blood that would flow while the princes of the Kingdom of Albion struggled to climb those steps, one by one, would be…
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The Battlefield on the Tablecloth (1) The first week of December, when the holidays began at the Capital Defense Corps School. A three-quarter time dance tune with a flat timbre was flowing through the drawing room of the Asser mansion. The sound quality of the gramophone was still not very good, and the playing time was very short. Of course, for Cleio's pathetic dancing skills, that level of music was enough. "Lift your heels, your heels! No! What are you doing relying on me instead of…
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Farewell Just as Cleio was about to activate , KWAANG! With a tremendous roar, scarlet ether swirled around the boy. Amid the cold blizzard, Rosa’s white hair whipped fiercely. One Rosa shielded Arthur, while the other Rosa struck down Pierce’s three duplicates. She sliced through the backs of their knees, drove her blade between their ribs, and stabbed their throats. All three Pierces scattered and vanished in gray ether in an instant. It was such speed that it was hard to…
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Cleio, using to watch the arena and the judges’ table, let out a suppressed moan. ‘To pit Pierce against Arthur—this is bad. Isn’t this going to expose everything?’ Of course, Arthur had stopped hiding his strength to some extent, and with not only his enemies but also potential supporters among the spectators, it was good to show some of his abilities. However, with Aslan’s intentions unknown, letting Arthur face Pierce was extremely risky. ‘Surely they’re not planning to harm…
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Final Exam (4) One hundred and forty years ago, Albion’s King Absalom I was deposed by his maternal cousin Thomas Saphir, who was backed by the noble faction, and suffered the humiliation of exile across the Pintos Mountains. Thomas Saphir, having ascended to the throne with the support of the nobles under Regent Saville, approved the founding of the House of Lords as a condition. This was the beginning of Albion’s king sharing power with the House of Lords. Thomas’s nickname, “the…
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Final Exam (3) Dione and Cleio were only able to meet after lunch. Having attended the banquet for distinguished guests, it seemed she had finished her own socializing. The whining Behemoth left a compliment to Cleio, saying, ‘That was quite a show, as far as shows go,’ and went off for the afternoon’s territory inspection. The two settled in the practice room at the very end of the third floor of the lecture building, where the radiator was broken. It was a practice room that few…
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Final Exams (2) In the prime seats in front of the lecture hall next to the stands sat Zebedi, Professor Maria, and an external official—Capital Defense Force Magic Corps Commander Thaddeus Yetzkel—as the magic division examiners. An assistant stood beside them, holding a trumpet-shaped magical device enchanted with magic to conduct the exam. The device functioned like a loudspeaker. “Student Cleio Asher, please briefly explain the magic you will demonstrate.” “It’s a single…
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Final Exams (1) The next day. Before finals, there was Professor Maria Gentile’s Magic Basics II class. It was a lecture that summarized the entire semester’s material. Unlike Zebedi, who pushed students off a cliff and made them climb back up, Professor Maria explained key points in a way that was easy to understand, step by step. Zebedi was a classic genius type. His lectures were hard to follow. Because he skipped over small steps in learning and jumped straight to the results as a…
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