Episode 29
EPISODE.15
What the hell was he trying to say?
Russell shook his head, clearing the question that had popped into his head.
‘For now, let’s focus on the interview.’
I stepped into the interview room and took a slow, deep breath.
‘after.’
Upon entering, you can see the selectors sitting in their seats.
As if enclosing an entrance door. Selectors sitting in the shape of a fan.
He had never been interviewed in person, but he had heard so many rumors about him that it stung his ears.
‘If I’ve been paid for several years, I should have some left over.’
It wasn’t anything to be proud of.
For that reason anyway.
Russell knew that today’s job interview was a little different than usual.
In general, when it comes to interviews, most of the cases are conducted to judge the character or personality of the person.
but.
‘Most of the wizards in the Mage Tower are crazy about magic.’
What they really want to confirm is not personality or personality.
‘High-level theories that are difficult to learn at the academy, and things like the direction of ideas that can be reached using them.’
Russell, who relieved the tension by correcting his breathing, estimated the content of the test with a calmer gaze.
‘That doesn’t mean I don’t care about my personality or character at all, but-.’
In a short moment, as soon as I finished organizing the intersecting thoughts in my head, the selectors spoke as if they had waited.
“Looks like you’re ready.”
“Then can we start the interview now?”
Then, a strong mana attacked Russell.
The magic power that the selectors gathered at the table deliberately radiate to pressure the interviewer. Feeling the momentum, Russell made a small complaint.
‘That’s why there was talk of a pressure interview.’
A magical vortex artificially created by the selectors.
Maintaining composure and answering their questions was no easy feat.
You must have felt like you were being pressured from all sides.
However, that was only a problem at the academy student level.
It was not applicable to him, who already had skills similar to that of a beginner professor at the academy.
Some selectors from the local small magic tower also had four rings like that.
.
“For that matter, a wizard from 300 years ago. If you use the formula created by Orgen…” “
Because the formula itself is wrong in the concept of material circulation. So, modifying in this way…”
“If the medicine is formulated according to these ingredients, it will have the desired effect to some extent, but if possible, it would be good to modify the ratio of the ingredients like this. I read a paper not too long ago that the efficiency goes up by about 30% this way.”
.
Questions about general magic formulas, as well as questions about alchemy and magic pharmacy.
However, there is nothing that he cannot answer.
Using his magic power to flow the magic whirlpool, Russell answered the questions of the selectors without interruption.
‘If you didn’t stop at simply following the academy’s classes and did additional study and data research on your own, you can answer 70%.’
As he was already reading books from the professor’s library rather than the student’s library, he didn’t even need to take out the teachings he had received from Daria.
“In the case of that problem…”
The answer that flows smoothly as soon as a question or problem is brought up.
When that happened, it was the selection officers who were rather surprised.
.
‘her. I heard you were taught by Daria-sama.’
‘Even though he’s not that old, he endures our magic while answering, but he’s steadfast without even a moment’s hesitation.’
‘I’m greedy. I’m greedy.’
‘I’d like to bring them to our tower somehow, but that would be difficult.’
‘That’s why I can’t ask our pagoda lord to negotiate with the pagoda lord.’
‘If that’s the case, I’m sure you’ll come back with charcoal black instead of eyebrows. grunt.’
.
The most appetizing prey is in front of you, but you can’t do this or that, and you have to taste it.
Of course, the most heartbreaking was the selection tube that came out of the window tower.
The spear tower and the salt tower have a long-standing rivalry.
It wasn’t that there was a bad relationship, but it was clear that they cared about each other.
From such a position, I had to hand over such a talented person to the Salt Tower.
Is there any way you won’t feel sick to your stomach?
‘Even so, you can’t take out the guy who has already become Daria-sama’s previous disciple. Too bad. I’m sorry.’
It would have been nice if we had met this guy first at our window tower.
Had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have summoned the wizard who was dispatched as a professor at Walkerhill back to the tower.
I thought so.
It wasn’t as much as the window tower’s selection officer, but the other two royals and the magic tower’s selection officers also felt sick to their stomachs.
However, it is not possible to show such feelings in front of the ‘Crazy Tiger of the Flame Tower’.
Resolutely controlling his emotions, the selection officer of the White Tower of the Royal Capital spoke to Vermilion, who was sitting next to him.
“To not only be able to take such a talented person as a junior in the tower, but also accept him as the youngest priest. As much as today, I sincerely envy you.”
A very sincere compliment.
However, Vermilion’s attitude after hearing the rave reviews was nothing short of sullen.
“exactly?”
low but heavy.
If the tone was raised a little, the voice that would have sounded grandiose resonates heavily.
It was also around that time that the screening officers sitting in the seat felt something was strange.
‘Come to think of it, Vermilion Ulsen. This person…’
‘You haven’t asked a single question yet this turn.’
For the students who entered before, it was completely different from asking them about their spirit, passion, and sports, even if it was briefly.
‘Is this a fish I’ve already caught?’
Thinking so, what was reflected in the eyes of the window tower screening officer who turned his head was-.
“…”
-Keep your mouth shut.
It was Ulsen’s face, just staring at Russell with an insensitive gaze.
.
.
until the end of the interview.
Wolsen didn’t even ask Russell a single question.
Just like when I first came in, I was just staring at her with a polite, nonchalant look.
That look really bothered me, so Russell sighed as he walked out of the interview room.
“after.”
It was because the insensitive eyes added to the tiger-like face made me feel quite pressured.
Moreover, personally, it was also the first death penalty.
Thanks to this, the psychological burden Russell received was beyond imagination.
‘Anyway, the interview is over.’
Although I was a little concerned about Ulsen’s attitude, he answered all other questions without hesitation.
‘Should I report it to Professor Hubert?’
Thinking so, Russell, who was leaving the interview room, changed his direction.
It was because I thought that maybe I could finally hear the story that I hadn’t heard before.
‘For now, the schedule for the first day ends with this. And tomorrow…’
It is the day of the final test for the selection of the tower, which is held for two days.
The content of the last test is, of course, a magic battle.
‘If the previous two tests were to test your theoretical knowledge, the last test is probably to check your capabilities in the real world.’
If the magic battle that will be held tomorrow is over, the selection of the tower will all be over.
The selectors return the next day.
‘When did the results come out?’
As for future schedules, Russell had arrived in front of Hubert’s office before he knew it.
But I couldn’t meet Hubert.
The reason is that there is no sign of anything inside the office.
I tried to open the door, but it clicked.
The locked door only makes an old metal sound but is unmoving. I didn’t think to open it.
‘Hmm, if you were away for a while, you would have hung a sign in front of the door.’
Seeing that it wasn’t like that, it seems that there was a prior agreement.
Reluctantly turning around, Russell headed for the dormitory.
So the selection of the top.
The first day passed without incident.
* * *
On the second day and the final exam, there is a gymnasium for duels inside the academy.
A large gymnasium rises in the center, and a wide space that looks like spectators spreads along the periphery.
-.
A strange tension flows between the students sitting in the space.
Upon entering the hall, Russell easily read the tension.
‘It’s no wonder.’
Because this was a place to prove one’s worth as a ‘War Mage’.
Even though they signed a peace treaty with the Empire a few years ago, the current situation in the Kingdom is that there are still secret struggles taking place in various places.
Therefore, the treatment of ‘War Mage’ was incomparable to that of ordinary wizards.
As they glance at each other, a group of people enter the gymnasium.
jerk jerk.
Teachers from the academy who attended for safety, and a group of hordes following afterward.
were selectors.
As they all come inside, one of the professors who was looking around the hall opens his mouth.
“Now then, before the final exam begins…”
One of the professors who was in charge of the magic combat course the day before that Russell remembered.
“Let’s get these first.”
While looking around the students, he unpacks a small bundle and throws it lightly into the air.
With a whimper-
Then the items contained inside flew up into the air and were scattered among the students.
one per person.
It’s a fairly sophisticated application of wind magic.
“No. 47?”
“I am number 29?”
A murmur escaped from the students as they checked what they had received.
What flew in was a kind of number tag.
‘Am I number 62?’
Russell also checked the number written on the number tag.
It was around that time that another professor came forward.
He is holding a box the size of two human heads in his arms.
There was a rattling sound every time I moved what was inside.
“Some of you may have already guessed, but the numbered tickets given to you are for determining who you will be dealing with.”
The balls in the box have the same number as the ones given out.
Among them, two balls were pulled out and two people with numbers came up against each other on the gymnasium.
“In the case of the winner, we will select the next opponent after a short break, and the loser will be eliminated on the spot.”
A seemingly harsh rule that doesn’t even give you a second chance.
But I can’t help it.
This is a place to test the War Mage’s abilities.
There was no second chance for those who participated in the War Mage, who always had to keep death by their side.
On the faces of the children, the spleen begins to grow and it becomes audible.
The professor put his hand inside the box.
“If you surrender first or are pushed out of the arena, you will lose. Besides that, if we judge that there is no point in continuing the battle any longer, that’s it.”
I checked the two balls that came out of my hand and called the number.
“Then the first ones are number 5 and number 17. Come upstairs.”
.
.
Gymnasiums stacked up to the height of an adult male’s waist.
Every time the students on top of it cast their magic, light flashed non-stop and an explosion rang out.
bang.
Loud boom!
The flames swallow the wind and the earth sucks up the moisture.
A scene that seemed to prove that the past four years at the academy were not meaningless.
Of course, even so, there was a clear difference in skill.
It’s the same 4 years, but someone had a more intense time and someone had more talent than that time.
The joys and sorrows of winners and losers have already crossed several times.
The students seated outside also stared at the scene with their eyes fixed on it.
There were also people who counted something with their fingers or thought for a moment.
Because he knew that whoever won this battle might become his next opponent.
Once again, the fates of winners and losers intersect.
“Then, number 62 and—”
Russell’s number and.
“It’s number 53.”
The opponent’s number was called.
Then, from a little distance away, the person who was supposed to be the opponent stood up.
‘Let’s see…’
Gordon Rolland.
Along with the slightly recognizable appearance, two old memories popped up in my head.
dragon-swallowed wizard
