Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 308

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius – Episode 308

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius 308

The Test (3)

This time, too, the students went flying.

They demonstrated their potential and proved their worth as the golden generation, but they were still not enough to stand against me.

“Not bad.”

The male student, who had flown away still clutching his chair in terror, fainted, covered in dirt in the field.

“Even the student I least expected is showing this much progress.”

He was the most memorable student.

I couldn’t forget him even if I tried.

The male student who flew away with his chair and almost got impaled on the ground.

I caught him just in case, but the moment I caught the flying male student, I realized something.

That his flying speed was very slow.

“Being fearful is distinctly different from being unskilled. I unknowingly judged him with prejudice during the test.”

The chair’s speed was something a normal person wouldn’t even notice.

A superhuman wouldn’t even get a bruise from it.

Yet, the terrified male student screamed, so I unknowingly held back more than I should have.

But seeing him resist by wielding the dagger he wore on his waist, I changed my mind. I felt intrigued by his somewhat established technique and knocked him out with more force than the others.

“Isn’t it funny? He’s more talented than others, but he’s so scared that I doubt he can become a proper mage.”

“……Isabelle. The other students acknowledged their shortcomings and chose to cooperate, but do you have no intention of doing so?”

The blonde girl was staring at me silently from the field.

The students were collapsed, covered in dirt.

After repeated tests, the field was a mess, but.

Only Isabelle was standing perfectly fine on the living grass.

“Me cooperate? Is there any need to?”

When I asked Isabelle, who didn’t have a speck of dust on her shoes, the answer came back immediately.

Her tone made it clear that she was seriously asking.

“I suppose.”

You don’t need to cooperate with your classmates if you don’t want to.

“If you’re overwhelmingly stronger than others, low-level allies are just obstacles.”

“Right? Just like clapping requires hands to be in sync, cooperation requires similar levels. That’s how a combined attack [a coordinated assault] can be effective, right?”

“Your level is vastly different from your peers. I’ll admit that.”

Second semester. At a time when fellow mages are entering and practicing intermediate magic, Isabelle had already reached the point of mastering advanced magic.

From the first semester, she declared her own unique domain, gaining the power to freely unleash and embellish her magic and abilities within that domain.

It is impossible for such an Isabelle to fight alongside ordinary students.

‘If she did, it would have been difficult to conduct the class.’

When 10 students combine their strength.

I calculate the approximate average of the students and respond accordingly. But this team had Isabelle, whose strength was abnormally strong, causing the average value to jump up.

If she had fought with the team.

I would have had to consider whether to adjust my strength to the average value or to the level of the students excluding Isabelle.

‘The former is disadvantageous to the other 9 students, and the latter doesn’t match Isabelle’s level.’

From that perspective.

Isabelle’s choice was extremely correct and reasonable.

But not everything in the world is made of reason.

“Really? Thanks for the compliment. But isn’t it too desolate here? The beautiful field is all dug up and ruined. In times like this…”

It needs to be restored to its original state.

As Isabelle placed her delicate hands on the ground, the surrounding environment changed.

Nothing particularly special changed… at first glance.

“It’s pretty and well done.”

“……This is…”

The field returned to its original state before the class.

I rubbed my eyes at the sight.

Swish.

I touched the grass with my hand.

I could feel the moisture and the unique vitality of the weeds.

“What is it?”

Did she use magic to forcibly accelerate the seeds scattered in the messy soil and transform them into grass?

That hypothesis cannot explain how the messy field was tidied up again. Then, as it appears…

“You made the field… back to its original state.”

“Yeah, that’s right. I thought it would take you a little longer to notice, but you figured it out quickly.”

“It’s not impossible.”

With a wave of her hand, the blackened weeds and the soil that was dented or scraped by the students’ powerful attacks returned to their original state.

It was as if she had turned back time in the area.

But Isabelle has no aptitude for time magic. The only way to satisfy all the conditions is to simply repaint the tattered land with her color.

“Now you’re skilled at using your unique magic.”

I bent down and picked up a fallen maple leaf.

Rustle, rustle.

I caressed the maple leaf with my hand.

It feels even more real compared to the dry maple leaf that fell on the ground.

“You’ve really improved a lot.”

“Of course, who do you think I am?”

A mage who deals with the most fundamental medium, light.

Isabelle should no longer be treated as a student, but as a full-fledged mage. That is right.

She has nothing more to learn from me.

How can I treat her like a student?

“Well, then, can I start attacking now?”

The stage has been restored.

The students who had fainted and fallen to the ground were neatly placed under the trees in the distance as the field was regenerated.

“Alright, since it’s a class, I’ll concede the first move.”

“……I won’t refuse.”

A red light flashed across my eyes.

By the time I came to my senses, the sound had already rung out.

Clang─!

A sound like hitting a can.

This was the sound of hitting the barrier I had spread around me.

Considering how loud the sound was, it was clear that she had landed a pretty powerful blow. It was even slightly faster than my perception speed.

Speed and attack power.

It had everything.

“You’re not using light as a medium, but directly using it as a means of attack.”

Isabelle uses light to deploy magic.

Light, the purest medium for magic, has an excellent range of conversion into magical power and effect, as pure as its purity.

It seems she has devised a way to use that light directly as an attack, without bothering to convert it into magic.

Impressive.

Just as I was about to praise her purely.

“It doesn’t work at all? Should I increase the range and power?”

As a small murmur brushed past my ear, hundreds of light pillars flickered and aimed at me.

Clang! Clang──!! Ka-ga-gang!!!

The barrier began to break and shatter.

Still, there seem to be many light pillars that haven’t been fired yet.

Attacking the barrier incessantly, the loud noise rang in my head.

「Pyrokinesis」

Unable to bear it any longer, I spread a new barrier over the barrier.

The blazing flames obscured my vision, but the flames properly blocked the opponent’s attack. Just as I thought the light pillars wouldn’t be felt anymore, I withdrew the flames and was about to counterattack.

“The surroundings are dyed black.”

The weeds, the field, were dyed black.

I wondered if it had turned that color because it was burned by my flames, but if it had been burned, the unique smell should have spread.

Only the color had changed.

This is not my work.

It was Isabelle’s work.

“It’s still hard to win. If that’s the case, it might have been better to go all out from the start.”

As the surrounding mana responded to Isabelle, it was dyed black.

The field being dyed black was not a trace of burning.

It was simply painting the area black, as if ink was painting over white paper.

「Close to Vermilion, One Gets Stained Red」[A proverb meaning one is influenced by their surroundings]

Isabelle’s unique authority and ability.

Everything is painted black, and the ink painting that stops its function began to cover like a wave.

The color was moving with the intention of covering even me.

* * *

The Demonic Cult.

As the name suggests, it is a cult that worships demons.

Compared to 「Pandemonium」 and 「The Aristocrats of the Fallen Paradise」, which are also related to demons, their influence is neither large nor significant.

If 「Pandemonium」 is a group to which ordinary demons belong.

「The Aristocrats of the Fallen Paradise」 is a group composed of a small number of demons called aristocrats.

Both groups are made up of demons, while the Demonic Cult is made up of people.

Those who have insignificant power to become demons.

Even if they became demons, they would lose their means of livelihood.

Because there are no companies or families that accept demons.

So, the people of the Demonic Cult follow demons, but they cannot become demons.

Believing and following.

Only faith was the entirety of the Demonic Cult.

“As of today, the Demonic Cult is disbanded.”

‘Was’ all of it.

That means.

It is not now.

Because today, the Demonic Cult has lost its object of worship.

“Our faith has lost its value.”

The existence of God is unclear.

The status of God has fallen to the ground.

Ah. Our nameless God.

Our parent, whom we don’t even know what to call.

“Please save us from this hellish land.”

“Save us.”

“Speak on behalf of us, who are full of pain.”

“Please do not be silent.”

The believers chanting unknown slogans.

The words shouted by thousands of people at the same time sounded very loud. It was so loud that it hurt the ears, but it was a woefully small sound to the believers.

The number of thousands of people is certainly not a small number.

But the size of the group was too small to be the number of people in a cult.

With this number of people, it was close to indigenous beliefs.

Nevertheless, people chanted and prayed.

─Please protect us.

The believers repeating the words to protect and watch over them.

After that, they performed a ritual with a reverent attitude, as if they were holding a mass.

Swoosh─!

They cut their own necks with a knife.

That was the end of thousands of believers.

In front of a man’s eyes. People died with dead eyes.

“I don’t know what kind of harmony it is that the eyes after death are more lively than the eyes just before death.”

The expressions of the believers just before death were a sight to behold.

The pupils of a believer who had lost faith were darker than the hollow eyes of a dead fish.

However, the eyes of the believers who gained freedom and rest through death looked very peaceful.

“Now the cult is over.”

To be more precise, it was he who brought about the end of the cult with his own mouth, but whatever.

A man wearing a black robe. Simon muttered blankly.

“In the first place, the Demonic Cult is a religion I created.”

Because I made it.

I have the right to destroy it, right?

The man, commonly known as a Demonic Cult worshiper, cardinal, or fanatic, directly led the demise of the Demonic Cult with his own hands.

He disappeared somewhere.

And the next day.

A corpse was found in a hidden cave in a rural town.

What the players dispatched by the association found in the news were a large number of corpses and an unbelievably strong trace of magic.

The moment they approached, the less skilled players suffocated and choked.

It was incomparable to any aristocrat [referring to demons of high status].

It was a very intense and terrible magic.