Chapter 42

EP.42 Classroom Observation (1)

There are many ways to gain enlightenment.

Most wizards find answers through the teachings of others. However, there are those who cannot gain enlightenment from others.

Those who have already established their own magic path.

Those who have a clear sense of self.

This firmness is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

The advantage is that they do not waver, and the disadvantage is that there is no room for penetration because they do not waver.

With a firm sense of self, there is no room for others to intervene. How should such beings be taught?

'I must make them realize it on their own.'

Roselle already knows the answer.

He has raised such a unique individual before.

"Raniel."

Roselle called his disciple softly.

"Do you remember what I said before?"

"Yes, I remember."

Raniel nodded.

She was sitting in a suit, about to start work at Aphria.

"Hmm."

Roselle smiled contentedly at the change in his disciple, who was always dressed in a robe. It wasn't a bad look.

'If I had known this, I should have bought one sooner.'

Neat attire, neatly combed hair.

When she wandered around in a robe, she often looked like a student of the same age...

'At least, she won't be mistaken for a student now.'

Dressed in a suit, she seemed to have gained a sense of authority fitting for her position. She looked more mature.

"Hmm."

Roselle nodded in satisfaction and spoke.

"From today, Raniel, you will learn by attending the classes of the professors who have applied for observation."

Raniel's gaze turned to the paper on the table, which was filled with the names of professors.

Originally, assistant professors would seek permission from professors by walking around. However, in Raniel's case, it was unnecessary.

'In just one day since posting it, this many...'

Roselle confirmed the names of the professors who had filled the application form. The list included quite a few well-known professors at Aphria.

'At this rate, who would know which one is the main professor?'

Seeing the names of the professors who seemed eager to show off their level, Roselle smiled bitterly.

"Aphria has many competent professors. Having worked as educators for a long time, they have reached a certain level in teaching."

Roselle said.

"While observing their classes, Raniel, you should pay attention to the following."

Roselle stretched out his fingers and folded them one by one.

"How they approach the students, what they focus on when explaining, and how they understand the students' levels."

He handed the paper with these points to his disciple.

"The three points are the most important, but other aspects will also be helpful."

"Hmm... You mean I should learn their teaching methods?"

"It's different from just learning."

To his disciple, who tilted her head in confusion, Roselle said firmly.

"Interpret their classes in your own way. There's no need to blindly follow them."

Roselle knew.

During the five years she was away from him, this disciple had changed, but her core remained the same. If he told her to just learn, she would only clumsily imitate.

That would be worse than not doing it at all.

Imitation cannot make one a true master.

'So, I should teach her the same way as before.'

Instead of explaining everything from one to ten, he would give hints and let her find the answers herself. That was the method to teach this unique wizard.

"See with your own eyes, hear with your own ears, and interpret it in your own way."

He added one more thing.

"Just as you always have."

"Just as I always have?"

"Yes, didn't I say that?"

Roselle smiled faintly.

"Take it slowly."

Raniel nodded slowly.

She seemed to have grasped the gist of it.

"Then, which professor's class should I start with? Yours first?"

"No. Come to my class last. Let's see which professor is good to start with."

Roselle and Raniel examined the paper together.

The names of the professors were densely packed, but one name stood out.

-Combat Magic / MacHart.

Compared to the neatly written names of other professors, MacHart's name was written in large letters, above the others.

"Still as rude as ever."

Roselle clicked his tongue.

'Honestly, there's nothing to learn from him...'

Roselle narrowed his eyes and looked at Raniel.

He recalled the phrases this disciple often used.

-If you try, you can.

-Why can't you?

-If you can't, keep trying until you can.

These phrases.

-If you try, you can.

-Why can't you? Is it a lack of effort?

-If you can't, keep trying. That's the basic of the battlefield. I have nothing to teach a magician who doesn't know the basics!

They were remarkably similar to MacHart's.

Of course, MacHart's words were filled with malice, but to the listener, they would sound similar.

'In a way, it might be good for her first observation.'

From a teaching perspective.

"The first one should be this professor."

"Professor MacHart?"

"Yes, it's Combat Magic."

"Combat Magic... That's the no-name class, right?"

Raniel flinched.

Roselle's eyebrows twitched.

"Wh-what?"

"A no-name class. A class without a foundation."

"Really? I don't think there's a hierarchy in classes... But it does seem a bit unfounded. A magician focusing on physical training? What kind of crazy person would do that?"

You, too.

The words rose to his throat, but Roselle held them back.

"Hmm..."

He couldn't find anything to add. What could he say when the founder of the class called it unfounded?

"Alright, if that's what you think."

That's all Roselle said.

2.

Introduction to Combat Magic.

Professor in charge: MacHart.

Students who chose the Battle Mage class learn the basics from MacHart. The foundation of Combat Magic, he says, is martial arts.

"The decisive difference between a Battle Mage and other classes lies in the use of martial arts."

He walked among the gathered students and said.

"A Battle Mage does not stay in one place. They move constantly. On the battlefield, Battle Mages do not stay in the rear like other mages."

Subtly showing the scars on his arms, MacHart began to tell stories from the battlefield. The students' reactions were indifferent.

'Here we go again.'

It was a story they had heard many times.

The students sighed inwardly and half-listened to MacHart's story.

"A Battle Mage is deployed in the front line or as a raiding force. The ability to handle most unexpected situations is the strength of a Battle Mage. While they may lack the firepower of a Wizard class... in terms of usefulness, a Battle Mage is superior."

There was a reason he mentioned the Wizard class.

MacHart's gaze shifted.

It landed on a girl sitting there.

"Do you not think so, Professor Rania?"

A subtle sneer appeared on MacHart's lips as he looked at her.

Rania von Trias.

As far as MacHart knew, she was a Wizard class magician.

'Her main magic is elemental magic, right?'

It was powerful, but the preparation phase was as long as its power.

'The least practical magic.'

It was practically the opposite of a Battle Mage.

Recalling this, MacHart snorted.

"..."

However, the girl who received his gaze only tilted her head in confusion. She seemed to be at a loss.

"You were a Wizard class, right?"

"Yes."

At her answer, a few students' eyes flickered.

'...A Wizard class?'

They were the ones who had been in the spell training room during the terror. They had witnessed Professor Rania's combat.

'A person who can break the floor with her bare hands?'

Regardless of the students' reactions, MacHart continued.

"Well, since you're observing this class... why don't you experience what a Battle Mage class is like?"

"Yes."

"Would you come down here? My class is extremely practical."

MacHart emphasized the word 'practical.'

The blatant provocation was noticed even by the students. However, the person being provoked remained expressionless.

"Yes, I understand."

She nodded briefly.

She stood up and walked to the center of the hall.

"Hmm."

MacHart scanned her delicate figure and smiled lecherously.

"I'll teach you the basics of Battle Mage martial arts from the beginning today."

3.

Sorcerer and Battle Mage, Belnoa.

He found no particular interest in MacHart's class. There was nothing worth learning.

First, the martial arts MacHart emphasized.

'Isn't it the basic manual for knights?'

To Belnoa, it didn't seem particularly helpful. Instead, it raised questions.

'Why bother with strikes? Can't you just break the joints?'

With his numerous experiences in the slums and the ancient martial arts taught by Old Cardi, Belnoa found MacHart's martial arts crude.

'And if I were to learn spell stocks or physical enhancement spells...'

He could go to the Black Tower Master for that.

The Black Tower had long been the place to study the concept of spell stocks.

'He's a dark old man, but...'

At least, the Black Tower Master fulfilled his duties as a teacher. He would always make time if someone came to learn. As a teacher, the Black Tower Master was a decent person.

'Not a good guarantor, though.'

In any case, there was nothing worth learning from MacHart. However, Belnoa didn't feel particularly dissatisfied.

'A time to warm up.'

That's how he saw it.