Deculein halted the class with his scornful remarks. The classroom fell silent momentarily under the Head Professorâs raw disappointment. Deep sighs soon followed. The debutante wizards felt their dreams deflate as they hit a wall. Deculeinâs magic was immovable. His [Psychokinesis] was like a heavily defended, impregnable fortress that simply commanded a response like âHow can [Psychokinesis] be like this?â out of those trying to siege it.
Based on their universal knowledge, [Psychokinesis] was easy to learn and familiarize oneself with. Still, if they didnât have the aptitude for it, the output would be weak. It certainly wasnât a branch of magic that could be considered minor. Hence, his [Psychokinesis] itself was already a masterpiece. That begged the questions, âWhat in the world is Deculeinâs other magic?â and âHow pure is his mana?â
Using such justifications, those in a lower caliber than the Head Professor didnât fall to their sense of shame even if they were looked down on and treated like filth. The sullen silence ended in three minutes.
âAh, that sucked.â
âIf I knew how to do that, I wouldnât be a debutante.â
âDoes he like toying with us?â
âHow did he get all those mana stones, though? He would need to use a huge sum of money for those.â
âHeâs known to throw money away. I mean, he did spend two hundred million Elnes at the auction house. In a single day.â
âTwo hundred million?!â
Such backtalk excitedly filled the classroom.
âWaaahâŠIâm dying. By the way, how did you do it, Ifi? I thought I was going to die.â
Julia asked Epherene upon recovering from her loss of consciousness. Epherene glanced at her and simply shook her head.
ââŠIâm not sure either. I canât explain it.â
Still, when she did it, she felt like she might die from joy. To exaggerate a bit, she felt a similar sense of accomplishment to when she passed the towerâs entrance examination. The target was Deculeinâs magic, which was why she tried as hard as if her life depended on it for those thirty minutes.
âJust tell me how it felt.â
âLie I puss a trin wid ma barrhends.â
âAre you trying to say itâs like you pushed a train with your bare hands?â
Epherene nodded. Deculeinâs magic was almost like a Roahawk boar. Just like the beastâs very distinct taste that couldnât be compared with any other pigâs, his magic was leagues apart from the other professors in the tower.
âOoooohhhâŠâ
After finally letting go of her concentration, she immediately felt the fatigue wash over her.
âNo, but wasnât the difficulty too great? I think heâs just screwing with us.â
Julia grumbled as her friend drank cold water.
ââŠI think I understand it a little. Ah, my tongue is loosening up now.â
âWhat do you mean you understand it?â
âIâve realized something.â
Those words not only moved Juliaâs ears but also many of the others around them. Ferit and Rondo, who were in the front seats, turned around.
âWhat is it?â
âYeah, I honestly donât know Psychokinesis beyond its beginner level. However, as I tried to break through Deculeinâs magicâŠhow should I say thisâŠit felt like I pierced something.â
Instinctive realization. Beginner psychokinesis certainly wasnât enough to defeat the Head Professorâs magic. However, even so, she didnât give up and desperately tried instead.
âI think I realized how to deal with it automatically after I had broken through his magic. Itâs like I gained an insight on how it works.â
Psychokinesisâs magic circle created its lines to increase its circles. Her technique interfered with that. Her realization transcended intuition. Through it, she made the mana stone move, albeit only a little. Still, she succeeded, and since there wasnât much diïŹerence between her and Sylviaâs result, it was a success that she could be proud of.
The mana stone, worth three thousand Elnes, she now held in her hands served as proof of it.
âWow. Really? Thatâs amazing.â
âI donât know the exact details of how I did it, but thatâs what I did.â
Before she knew it, there were eyes around her shining brightly. Wizardsâ favorite words were ârealizationâ first and âinsightâ second, and she mentioned both of those, which made it sound reliable. She was in last place last time, but even she could do it. That made her explanation a lot more believable.
âAnyway, I think it was correct. You have to play with a master even in things like chess to improve, right? When you do it with beginners, itâs just nonstop turnovers.â
âYou mean back and forth?â
âAh, yup. My tongue has loosened up some more.â
Epherene was confident: Deculeinâs suggested path wasnât wrong. If they wanted to improve their knowledge, understanding, and skills as wizards, they only had to follow the path he prepared for them. HoweverâŠ
The other wizards in the same classroom, particularly those from noble backgrounds, grew cautious of Epherene. Even Sylvia was looking at Epherene with wary eyes, which didnât happen often. She once heard a strange rumor, after all. According to it, Epherene was given personal guidance by Deculein until late at night. There was also a professor who witnessed him leaving work very late.
At first, she didnât believe it, but her sudden jump couldnât be explained if the rumor wasnât true. The Head Professorâs private lessons were the only plausible reason for her unexpected development. Sylvia couldnât hold back her complaints and closed her eyes for a moment. Why did he give a reward to the last place when it should have been for the first place? Unknown bubbles boiled up inside her.
âHey! Why arenât you cleaning up?â
A sharp sound rang. Beck, the male wizard sitting near Sylvia, had been ridiculously trying to follow Deculeinâs style. He had been looking at Sylviaâs expression until he began criticizing the group of commoners.
âBut we already cleaned up our seats,â Julia replied.
âWhat? You have to empty the trash cans at the back too! Professor Deculein is extremely disgusted with that, donât you know?â
In principle, there was no distinction of status in the tower, but the nobles looked for ways to look down on the commoners discreetly anyway. Epherene frowned.
âYou canât even see it if you close the lid anyway. If it bothers you that much, why donât you do it?â
âWhat? How dare you, you little shââ
The door of the lecture room opened, forcing Beck to quickly sit down. Deculein strolled in and looked at him as he clamored.
ââŠâ
He looked at his nose, to be exact. He still hadnât cleaned up the blood on it. There were even hairs sticking ever so slightly out of his nostrils.
âIâIâm sorry! I wonât do it again!â
Afraid of his gaze, Beck bowed down quickly.
âSit down at the back. Youâre irritating.â
âYes, sir!â
Beck was immediately isolated, which the commoners felt grateful for. Naturally, they ignored the sounds of him quivering.
âLook at that~. It doesnât matter if itâs nobles or commoners; he nags at everyone.â
Julia tapped Epherene, who frowned and shook her head.
âThat doesnât benefit us all that much, thoughâ
Deculein resumed the class upon reaching the table.
âJust now, what do you think is the reason why you couldnât interfere with my magic?â
âBecause itâs more advantageous to defend than attack.â
The class didnât expect that answer, especially not from Sylvia. Dissatisfied with Deculein, she glared at him like a rabid dog, causing Epherene to raise a curious eyebrow.
âThe Professor should do a demonstration, too.â
She continued. The activity they did put the defender in a much more advantageous position. Sylvia didnât care how long she could hold out, even if it were just five minutes, maybe even three minutes. She would be satisfied for as long as she could see Deculein shivering every second of it.
âThatâs right. Itâs common sense that defending is far more advantageous.â
Epherene added, which made Sylvia even angrier.
âOf course.â
Deculein nodded. He was brimming with unwavering confidence that his [Psychokinesis] was far beyond the debutantes. No, his aura made them feel as if it wasnât inferior to anyone in the university.
âYou may try it.â
Sylvia utilized Psychokinesis as best as she could immediately, almost as if she had been waiting for those words. Gripped by Sylviaâs magic, the mana stone began to float.
Whiiiiingâ!
Deculein immediately captured it.
âOhhâŠ?â
Sylvia was flustered. It was so quick that she couldnât even discern what had just happened. He took it away from her in a second without her even realizing itâŠno; it was far faster than that.
âYour turn, Epherene.â
After a glance, Epherene hurriedly searched her desk, books, pencil case, and notebook. She then bowed her head as if she was ashamed and defeated.
âIâm sorry. I donât know where my mana stone went. Iâve lost it in that short time.â
âIâll give it back.â
ââŠOh! I found it. Itâs in my pocket. Iâm sorry. Iâll give it a try now.â
Epherene took out the mana stone and made it float using Psychokinesis. She concentrated so hard she felt like her nose was about to start bleeding again, but Deculein still took it away in an instant. The result was no different from Sylviaâs.
âWhat was that?â
Epherene felt like she was hit by a trainâŠno, three trains. Deculein calmly continued talking.
âIf the magic skill diïŹerence between the attacker and defender is this much, itâs no longer interference. Itâs one-way violence.â
Epherene and Sylvia, suïŹering mentally at the same time, frowned.
âThatâs why you should know your limit and why you need to understand âmana interference,â which is diïŹerent from âmagic interference.'â
Deculein turned oïŹ the lights in the classroom with a flick of his finger. Three magic circles of [Psychokinesis] then appeared. It was beginner, intermediate, and advanced, respectively.
âThere is no need to break up the magic. You donât even have to confront it with the same magic.â
Deculein flicked his finger again, and a red line was drawn on the core of the magic circles.
âYou just have to eject âmanaâ and approach it with the idea of destroying the âcore circuit.'â
That was quite a famous way of explaining mana interference, a technique that most wizards acquired from living at the tower. However, it wasnât a universal solution to all magical assaults. They could only interfere with magic they knew and understood, and since time was of the essence in real-life situations, most of them often chose to defend using barriers or confront them with the same magic instead.
Still, no pain, no gain.
âThe main factor of this technique, called âmana interference,â is to discern the âcore circuitâ of the magic circle. Iâll show you how to identify it.â
Deculein easily described this method of mana interference while materializing it and explained how to locate the core circuit of a magic circle.
âEven if youâre encountering a form of magic for the first time, remember to keep yourself from being flustered and instead look at it from the perspective of a wizard. There will always be a core circuit in a magic circle, which depends on whether the system should be destroyed or subsidized or on the element used. Likewise, through that, youâll be able to predict its location, thus allowing you to attack and disrupt it.â
He read not only magic books but also textbooks. He read rare and ancient publications that even respectable nobles couldnât find or decipher. Using the gameâs system and set-up as a reference, he compared and contrasted dozens and hundreds of magical techniques he learned through [Understanding].
âWhen you get used to using mana interference, magic interference will also be much easier. Now, look again at the magic circle of [Gale Blade Awl].â
In terms of professionalism, most wizards, no, almost all wizards, would have kept it as a trade secret, but Deculein shared it with them without any hesitation.
âThe magic of the line of destruction is a circuit that spreads from inside to outside as if itâs always exploding, and with that in mindâŠ.â
The wizards began to take notes again. They focused on Deculeinâs every word, feeling as if his sentences, from his pronunciations to his tonality, were being engraved in their ears. Experiencing Deculeinâs charisma had always fascinated them. That was the positive manifestation of his [Overawe and Grace].
Time flew by swiftly.
6 PM.
As soon as the clock hit that hour, Deculein stopped the lecture.
âThatâs all for today.â
ââŠâ
The wizards were very flustered; Deculeinâs lecture was still incomplete. However, he was very thorough with the notion of time. No, it was almost a compulsion of him to make sure he was neither late nor early. He came exactly at 3 oâclock and left exactly at 6 oâclock. Hence, there was no overtime or early dismissal in his class.
ââŠWe still have a little bit of the lesson left undiscussed. Please teach us how to make interfering with pure elements easier.â
Deculein looked over the debutantes, his gaze seemingly full of pity.
âEnough with the complaints. Youâre the ones who wasted your time. Itâll be best for your growth to imagine the rest and realize it yourselves.â
After saying that, he tidied up his clothes and left the lecture room with all the debutante wizards staring blankly at him. Everyone usually got up once the class was finished. No one did today, however.
ââŠAh.â
Someone moaned. It was probably Epherene. Sylvia blinked while holding her pencil. Her professorâs cut-off sentence annoyed her three times over.
âWhat the hell? How does he expect us to imagine the rest of it?â
One wizard muttered, but everyone in the classroom felt the same. They talked behind Deculein with no intentions of leaving the classroom, but as soon as they realized he wasnât returning, they blamed the world itself.
*****
The Imperium, located in the south and connected with the system, was controlled directly by the emperor of the continent himself. It was the backbone of the imperial administration, which was protected by the rugged mountain Kidea.
of the empire, including the Foreign AïŹairs Bureau, the Justice Bureau, the Internal AïŹairs OïŹce, and others, were based, there was a criminal interrogation room directly controlled by the Public Security Bureau. That was where Rock Hark was detained.
âYou will be sent off to Recordak.â
Lilia Primienne, the Deputy Director of the Public Safety Bureau, interrogated him. She was quite famous within the Imperium.
âYou will be spending your years there until you die. No, perhaps you wonât even last a year.â
Rock Hark looked at her dead in the eyes. Primienne had her long blue hair tied up in a ponytail. Inside her cold and transparent-like ice wall, a strong, unique aura lay in wait.
ââŠAny objections?â
Primienne asked. Her tone was hard, but her timbre was soft, considering she was the type to have a good-tempered voice despite her normal impression.
âI asked if you have any objections.â
Rock Hark didnât answer. A vein bulged on her temple.
âTurn it on.â
ââŠWhat?â
âYour ability.â
He smirked as he closed his eyes. At that moment, all magic within their area was cut oïŹ. As soon as it was confirmed that the crystal ball observing the interrogation room wasnât functioning, Primienne snapped back.
âYou son of a bitch.â
ââŠâ
âI told you not to do something that would harm the clan.â
Rock Hark looked at Premienne, still without saying a word. She gazed back at him expressionlessly.
âI wouldâve already killed you if I was allowed to. If it is revealed that youâre part of the clan, the already oppressive public opinion will become even stronger. The reason youâre not dead yet is purely for research purposes. So, donât even mutter the words Red Box.â
ââŠDo you think we can still scrounge oïŹ of the empire?â
âItâs possible as long as you donât reveal it. Red Box members are no diïŹerent to ordinary human beings aside from the moment they are born.â
âNo, we are born with devil-like talents. Why do you think theyâre afraid of us?â
âYou fucker. For as long as we have a lot of talent, it doesnât matter if weâre part of the Red Box.â
Premienne babbled on in anger, but her expression was as indiïŹerent as always.
âOne more thing, why did you provoke Deculein? The Yukline Family was already on our watch.â
ââŠIs the clan planning on killing him?â
Rock Hark asked. Primienne wriggled her eyebrows.
âWeâre just keeping a close watch on him, but if the executioners begin to move, thereâs nobody they wonât kill.â
âYou donât have to kill him. Heâs not a fake. Heâs a ârealâ noble.â
âReal noble? You idiot. I want nothing from him but his sin.â
Rock Hark shook his head, recalling the Deculein he had seen the other day. His dignity affirmed that Red Box members were human beings, not devils. His eyes pierced through him as if to say he was right, and there was no doubt about it. There hadnât been many nobles like him in the past. No, there mightâve not been any in the first place.
He made him feel as if even the Red Box could live in harmony with the world.
âHe knew that I was a Red Box, but he didnât kill me.â
ââŠâ
Primienneâs eyes grew bigger. That was the only time she had shown surprise today, or perhaps even in the entire week. However, she soon regained her composure.
ââŠDidnât you know that the ancestors of the Yukline Household took the lead in the slaughter and suppression of the Red Box?â
âI didnât know. However, if we treat him the same just because he has the same blood as his predecessors, then it is no different from confirming that we are devils.â
âYou sure talk a fucking lot, you bastard.â
Premienne swept her hair back, and Rock Hark smirked.
âHow long do you think you can keep that important position without getting caught?â
âForever. Thereâs no way to distinguish a Red Box externally or through their blood.â
âThereâs food that the clan canât eat.â
âI just donât have to eat it.â
âWhat if another method is created? Youâre afraid of it too. Thatâs why youâve been looking everywhere for preventive measures.â
âItâs not like that, you son of a bitch.â Hope shone in her eyes. âThe emperorâs condition is bad. He might even die soon.â
The current emperorâs policy completely disregarded the Red Box. Even with the appeal of those fucking bastards, the emperor didnât budge at all. But only the heavens knew what his successor had in store for them.
âYou will be cooped up in Recordak.â
Recordak, the worst prison on Earth. A hell filled with bitter cold.
âThe clanâs full-scale plan will be mobilized after the ascension of the next emperor. I donât know if youâll survive in that place until then.â
Clang, clang, clangâ! Clang, clang, clangâ!
Upon sensing that the roomâs magical surveillance was nullified and thinking the situation was turning grave, security oïŹcials rushed to the door.
âDeactivate your ability and clench your teeth.â
âAnytime, if itâs from a clan memberâs fist.â
Rock Hark laughed, and Premienne grabbed him by his hair.
Baaangâ!
She then smashed his head on the desk. The door opened just in time.
âDeputy! No! Stop, stop!â
âYou fucking bastard. This shithead, Iâll smash your head in.â
Bangâ! Bangâ!
Powerful men rushed in to stop her as she kept bashing his head against the table.