Grand Duke of the Heibern House

＜Episode 80＞

“The sense of mana, the ability to implement circuits, the ability to calculate magic formulas, the inherent telekinesis… … As such, there is no specific criterion for judging a wizard’s talent. Even if you show exceptional talent in one field, you cannot move to the stage of ascension if the rest are unstable.”

Professor Helen’s eyes were warm.

Unranked magic cadets.

It definitely shows a different class attitude than when teaching worn-out class cadets.

Of course, the only cadets who could take a boring introduction to magic theory class with such a lively expression were the cadets with no rank.

“People have limits. One area is bound to fall short. You must have seen a lot of friends who were praised for their great talent in their hometown, but then failed students when they came to the academy. There must be a lot of cadets with decent grades here right now, right?”

At Professor Helen’s words, the expressions of some cadets with no rank turned dark.

Entering the Royal Academy, especially the Faculty of Magic, was like a dream.

He entered the Faculty of Magic receiving all sorts of compliments, but what he confirmed was his own limitations.

There were so many geniuses in this Lemadel kingdom, and this rider was especially severe.

The number of seats that can be promoted to grade cadet is fixed like a knife.

If you hold on with the spirit of grabbing straw, but fail to complete your grades even in the second semester, failing class will be postponed, and in the worst case, failing class will be expelled.

It was a problem even if he endured with paid tuition, but if he became a paid cadet, he would no longer be able to receive tuition subsidized by the kingdom.

Most of the cadets, who are commoners, cannot afford the astronomical tuition and are eventually driven out of school.

“The reason you all drop my classes is probably because you heard rumors that I tend to give cadets generous grades. But the reality will be very different from the rumors.”

At that moment, a cold silence swept through the classroom.

As she said, there were not enough chairs, so it was crowded with cadets listening while standing.

Because of the urgency about grades.

Apparently, according to the information I had heard from my seniors, Professor Helen was a generous professor with a generous score.

However, all of the students were stunned by Professor Helen’s sudden declaration.

“It looks even better now. Those eyes full of tension. After all, an unranked cadet must be unranked. but-“

Professor Helen wrote in large letters on the blackboard.

“freedom.”

“I like open discussion. You are free to speak up whenever you want to express your opinion. It means you don’t have to raise your hand. I really like cadets who ask questions.”

The no rank cadets immediately accepted Professor Helen’s inclinations.

You’re more likely to notice cadets asking interesting questions.

A generous score will be a bonus that follows.

Professor Helen carefully looked into the eyes of the cadets again.

moderate tension.

eager eyes.

She felt a bit like standing in a church now.

“Okay then, let’s get started. An Introduction to Sorcery. Is it grand? But magic is a word that cannot be overlaid with a clear or specific concept. In other words, it is difficult to define. Nevertheless, Professor Lee would like to ask you a question. What is a magician’s magic?”

As soon as the words were out, one of the cadets standing at the back of the classroom opened his mouth.

“It refers to the subjective concept of a wizard recognizing himself, or the analytic attitude of a cold-hearted way of looking at magic, the experience of all such processes.”

Professor Helen’s eyes lit up a little.

It had been a long time since there had been a cadet who advocated magic so decisively and close to self-confidence.

“That is a view of magic only as an internal object. What’s your name?”

“This is Severon.”

buzz buzz.

All the cadets with no rank knew Severon.

A genius student who was Shiron’s aide, but can never be dismissed as a mere aide.

“According to the ‘Intelligence Theory’ of the Demulan School, magic is a concept that encompasses a wizard’s self-confidence, introspection, analysis, and experience. The richer such epistemological experiences become, the more upright the ego of a wizard that transcends wisdom is formed. I am a wizard who agrees with this theory of intelligence.”

Some of the cadets were making admiring faces.

Before agreeing with his opinion, it was because he was envious of being able to claim a sorcery theory close to certainty with such a confident attitude.

However, there was a cadet who immediately denied Severon’s firm belief.

“The theory of intelligence of the Demulan school is a theory that must be abandoned.”

“What!?”

Severon’s head snapped as if it were about to break.

Professor Helen looked at the silver-haired student sitting in the corner of the classroom.

The cadet was a cadet she knew well.

Lillia has already completed her class with the highest grade in the first half.

I wondered why such Lyria had returned to her class, but at once I was more interested in her argument against the theory of intelligence of the Demulan school.

“Cadet Lyria, what do you mean by that?”

Lyria opened her mouth again with her cold eyes shining.

“A mage’s subjective perception can be misdirected. There is no methodology in the Demulan School of Intellect that can control or prevent such twisted self-assurance or twisted beliefs in wizards. If a mage blindly believes in her experience, she may face the worst.”

Severon’s fierce eyes shot at Lyria.

“What do you mean worst?”

“You wouldn’t be unaware of the beings who drool over the magician’s weakened soul.”

“what… … ?”

Lyria stared at Professor Helen again.

“The case of some wizards of the Demulan School accepting the spirits of the evil underworld and being reincarnated as warlocks is actually something that has happened in history.”

“That, that! That’s uncommon! How can you be such a few examples… … !”

“Are you not a wizard? If there is a dangerous case, it seems natural to be wary of it.”

Then, Shiron suddenly intervenes.

“But if you think about it that way, there are plenty of examples of wizards from other schools becoming warlocks as well. So should we reject all those schools as well?”

“Of course. If there is a possibility, we must be vigilant.”

“I see you again. It is intolerance and another sanctuary. The teachings of the theory of intellect are by no means shallow to reject like a knife like that.”

Chiron stared at Professor Helen.

“The theory of the intellect is not merely subjective introspection or epistemological embodying the end. What Intellectualism is talking about is the richness of experience that comes from constant self-knowledge. In this process, the wizard is able to accept his own characteristics and qualities as if they were naturally born. It makes it easier to distinguish and face the cross-section of a wizard.”

Lyria’s eyes also became fierce.

“Even with your claim, there is no methodology that can control or prevent distorted magic.”

As the debate escalated, Professor Helen interceded.

“The clash of values is good for me. But I won’t allow any more harsh arguments. Please calm down now.”

“Wait, wait. professor.”

When Daphne appeared out of nowhere among the cadets, it felt like the whole class was lit up.

Daphne’s dazzling beauty made some students blush and bewildered.

“uh? you… … ?”

Professor Helen was unfamiliar with such Daphne.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you after the conference, Professor.”

Professor Helen opens her eyes wide as if she finally recognized Daphne’s true identity.

“The wise man’s disciple! How are you in my class?”

“It happened. I recently transferred as a substitute. I’m a magic cadet now. Please take good care of me.”

Stupid Professor Helen.

A pagoda wizard and disciple of the sage.

Professor Helen couldn’t understand why, as a member of the top floor of the Mage Tower, she wore the epaulets of no rank on her shoulders.

“Tongue, the wise man’s disciple?”

“A tower wizard?”

buzz buzz.

The rankless cadets began to stir.

Did the tower mage transfer to an unranked cadet?

It was a mage whose position was too distant to be the same competitor.

“Lilia, there is something I want to ask you.”

“what?”

Daphne opened her eyes gracefully and stared at Lyria.

“When it comes to understanding magic, many wizards, like Shiron and Severon, are already following the theory of intelligence of the Demulan school. I am one of them.”

Unlike Lyria, who frowned, Shiron and Severon were proud with their shoulders.

“If, as you say, we reject the theory of intellect in training magic, what can we use to hone our mage’s magic? No matter how subjective an embodiment is, no matter how likely it is to go in the wrong direction, unless self-awareness or reflection is presupposed—”

“It is an idea. First, conceptually define where one’s will and aspirations are headed. Through such established ideas, magic is manifested.”

Daphne’s expression was incomprehensible.

A human thought is something that is perfected through experience.

However, without such experience, you complete an idea and project the sorcery of a wizard with that idea?

This has changed in history.

Daphne wanted to ask.

“Then you are already a ‘sage’ with some thoughts? What is it? What is that idea?”

There was a goal she could risk her life on, but Lilia did not answer.

It was a desperate feeling that could never be revealed in front of so many people.

“I can’t even tell you. Then, can we evaluate it as sophistry?”

“what? sophistry?”

Professor Helen was just blinking her eyes.

‘No, what the hell are these things doing in my class?’

It’s just that I didn’t pick up a knife, but I feel like I’m watching a battlefield.

It felt like I was facing a great debate between the schools right in front of me.

But then.

“Everything is wrong.”

It was the cadet, Ruin, who stared at Lyria and Daphne alternately with his chin resting on his chin.

Lyria blushed and lowered her head at Ruin’s eyes, who were staring at her indifferently.

I can still feel my forehead burning.

She should have been angry at the guy who messed up her hair insolently, but Lilia couldn’t do that yesterday.

I was just dazed.

Even now, Lilia couldn’t figure out why she did that.

Daphne’s elegant eyes lit up.

“What is funny?”

“It’s ridiculous to dare to speak of an idea with a milky experience, and a demon who is confined to subjective experience and works for self-confidence is also stupid.”

Professor Helen’s mouth opened slowly.

Like Lyria, there were many cadets who showed academic resistance to the theories of one school.

However, it is the first time I have ever seen a cadet ‘judging’ the worthlessness of academics with such a bored face and such bored eyes.

Daphne’s voice rang out again.

“Then what is your magic?”

“There is nothing so grandiose.”

“Isn’t it grandiose?”

The coldest and clearest eyes.

Ruin’s firm voice rang out.

“Proof that I am stronger today than I was yesterday. That kind of confidence without doubt is my magic.”