Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 327

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius – Episode 327

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius 327

Absent Mind (2)

—I… I won’t help you.

Teasing you about your age.

It was all a joke.

Everything was a joke to relieve tension.

Of course, she knew this very well.

—Yeah, yeah. I know.

You know it well, right?

If you really don’t understand this, I might start to reasonably suspect that you’ve gone deaf from old age…

—Ah! I know it!

She shouted.

A more interesting reaction than I thought.

I couldn’t help but want to tease her more, but I guess I should stop here.

‘Because he’s not someone I can afford to play around with casually.’

He’s not a super strong guy to risk my life fighting.

At least, it’s clear that he’s not someone I can fight while distracted.

Besides, even if I’m not a problem, many people will die if I don’t get rid of his forces here.

‘In that sense, Tamamo’s mission is crucial.’

I should buy her a big, fancy fried tofu skin [a type of East Asian food made from soybeans] next time.

Not just any fried tofu skin, but a very expensive one.

I vowed to feed her fried tofu skin that’s hard to buy even with a lot of money, and that she can’t help but fall in love with as soon as she takes a bite.

—That expensive fried tofu skin? You promised!

‘Yeah, I keep my word.’

—Then I’ll work hard!

Tamamo hurriedly started analyzing.

Watching her concentrate, I shook my head.

It’s good to work hard, but.

‘Why did she become so innocent?’

I’m sure she didn’t have this kind of impression at first.

She had the impression of a strong older sister, but somehow she became like this.

Well, honestly, it’s not bad from my point of view.

‘Well, whatever.’

Still, better than a prickly fox.

A well-behaved puppy who listens well with just one expensive fried tofu skin is better.

I was the one who revealed my inner thoughts without hiding anything like this.

—…

There was no response from Tamamo.

It was a scene that showed how focused she was.

Well, she had no choice but to be.

She has to concentrate.

Before the lives of countless people are at stake, the research she is helping with is not a normal category of consideration.

‘What she’s helping with now is analyzing the reactions and changes of the Riders to each spell in a concrete chart, but.’

The contents are different from general analysis.

Simple and intuitive spells of various races and the ancestor’s spells that a thousand-year-old Gumiho [a mythical nine-tailed fox] has built up from the basics.

I appropriately mixed the two and gave them to numerous Riders.

The Riders may be resistant to the elements.

Since they are not resistant to magic, the best research conditions were met.

‘There’s no better moment than research that uses tens of thousands of Riders as test subjects.’

Tens of thousands of samples.

If we extract the most extensive and diverse data from them, analyze it, and create a new field of study based on the analyzed content!

‘This fight. I win.’

Not the victory of the White Knight.

Not even the victory of the Union.

Only my victory.

Clang──!

A sound of metal screaming is heard.

It was none other than the sound from my sword.

The screaming sword seemed to be saying that it could no longer withstand it.

Clang!

It broke in half with a clear sound like glass.

The handle of the sword is still in my grasp, but 60% of the blade part of the sword floated into the air.

…Hmm.

‘It’s broken miserably again.’

Normally, I would have replaced the broken sword with the flames of 「Pyrokinesis」, giving it sharpness and mass that would rival a famous sword.

However, since fire doesn’t mean much to him.

Swish─!

I just took out another sword from the air.

This was already the 8th famous sword.

The S-class swords made by Gu Yaja all broke because they couldn’t withstand the White Knight’s fierce close combat.

Now, the stock of swords I had stored in the ring was starting to feel a little 불안해지기 시작했다 [uneasy]. Usually, I keep more than 10 of the same type of weapon.

If the 8th sword breaks, I’ll have to fight with as much care as possible so that the real sword isn’t damaged as much as possible.

‘How long have I lasted?’

Since I started analyzing the magic, I think I’ve been fighting for at least 90 minutes.

How much longer do I have to last?

‘Do I just have to last for another hour?’

—…Yeah.

‘He’s completely in a trance.’

The ‘yeah’ that just came out doesn’t mean that, it means don’t talk to me.

I didn’t say it on purpose, it was an answer that came out unconsciously.

‘In that state, I’ll have to last for another 2 hours.’

To win, I have to endure.

Among the means I have now, there is no way to defeat the White Knight and annihilate the Riders. There is none among the knowledge I have.

So, a new field of study is needed.

A system that does not exist in the existing system.

Easy to deploy even with a damaged mana circuit.

My own unique magic that is not bound by the old-fashioned form that requires pure mana circuits and pure mana.

—The influence of the magic I gave to the Riders earlier. The analysis results are all out.

It rang in my head at that moment.

At the same time, the contents she analyzed flashed through my head.

A huge amount of data.

Thanks to that, my stamina and mana were greatly depleted.

I couldn’t stand still for a moment and staggered.

‘This will work.’

At that moment, I sensed victory.

‘First, reorganize the data.’

The data Tamamo gave me is sorted based on certain information.

First, I took out that information as I pleased.

The rank of the Rider. First, I readjusted it according to the rank.

The Riders are classified into four stages: lower-level Rider, mid-level Rider, upper-level Rider, and top-level Rider.

The lowest-level Rider is similar to a low-level monster, but even a mid-level Rider has an intellectual level above that of an ordinary person.

Upper-level and top-level Riders are on par with smart wizards.

They can strategize and use tactics.

‘The more intelligent the head, the better the magic works… Ah, here it is.’

I put down the existing magic for a while.

All that was needed now was an extraordinary mind and a brilliant idea. While watching the White Knight wielding a huge bow like an axe, I waited for new inspiration to engulf my body and head.

Because a large amount of stamina and mana was lost at once.

The bow that touched my body, which was moving weakly.

Stopped.

“……!”

The White Knight screamed silently.

Because there is no vocal cord, his scream could only be noticed by the wind rippling around him.

It is difficult to know the other person’s feelings with the wind, but.

‘……Gale.’

The fiercely swirling strong wind revealed the White Knight’s feelings.

However, even that gale stopped on the spot just before it touched my body, the wind that should have always flowed leisurely.

“……!!!”

His wind no longer headed towards me.

It is directed towards the surrounding warriors.

The warriors and soldiers of the Union made of flesh and blood were swept away by the wind and turned into mere lumps of meat. A wind like a mixer.

However, no matter how strong the wind is.

It must stop before it touches me.

“…….”

A strange phenomenon in which something stops every time it touches my skin.

The bow, which has a clear shape, can do that, but it was impossible for the wind, which should always flow leisurely, to freeze as it is.

Yes, it’s like giving mass to fire.

It was a strange phenomenon like using fire itself as a weapon.

“……!”

The White Knight’s helmet moved roughly.

I couldn’t help but think that Archimedes might have done that when he shouted Eureka [a cry of joy or satisfaction when one finds or discovers something]. To that extent, it was revealed from his whole body that he had finally figured something out.

Thud! Thud!

The White Knight smeared blood on both hands and applied corpses to his armor.

He killed people with his bare hands and covered his body with their blood and entrails.

If you come into contact with him now, human flesh and blood will touch you before you touch the armor. That’s what the White Knight was aiming for.

If something touches and stops.

If you hit him in the gap between when something else touches his body before his body touches him, that’s it.

The White Knight, who couldn’t leave the brilliant idea alone, swung a huge fist covered in blood and flesh at me.

“……All magic requires a price.”

Before the fist touched me.

Stopped again.

“……!”

The White Knight, whose left arm was completely frozen, growled.

I looked at him with a cold expression.

Of course, you can’t see my expression now that I’m wearing a mask.

But the look in my eyes was fully conveyed through the gap in the mask.

“I used this magic focusing on the White Knight.”

Magic prepared only for the White Knight.

Since magic is a study that exchanges clear prices and definite results.

If the price is certain, any result can be obtained.

“Instead, I set one restriction.”

The price can be paid in advance or later.

The price I’m betting now is payment later.

To be exact.

“If the White Knight is no longer white, I will maximize the effect of the magic and make the price non-existent.”

If not.

I’ll give up one of my eyeballs.

That was the contract.

But what does the White Knight look like now?

“……!”

The White Knight, who realized it late, looked at his helmet.

His armor, which always shines purely white, reflected everything.

Thanks to this, the White Knight’s mirror could be used like a mirror.

But now.

Nothing was reflected in his armor.

That’s obvious.

The White Knight’s armor was no longer white.

The pure white was stained.

Dirty dirt, mud mixed with blood and brain fluid, sticky human blood, armor that was charred, cracked, oxidized, and broken.

There is no longer any element that can call him the White Knight.

“He’s definitely dead with this.”

His life and the name that proves him.

Everything that symbolizes the White Knight died.

Having lost ‘white’, he became just an ordinary knight.

At this moment, I was sure of victory.

* * *

The sound of swords and armor colliding subsided.

People who closed their eyes, lowered their bodies, and listened to the sounds of fighting instinctively sensed it.

Ah, it’s over.

I knew the war was over.

Whether it was the victory or defeat of the Union.

Powerless people desperately prayed for victory in the war that was over.

Soon that eagerness.

“Everyone, look over there!”

Finally, it worked.

The war that has continued for 10 years.

Mankind has never won against monsters and Riders.

They, who had lived a life of constantly losing land and resources, witnessed with their own eyes for the first time since the war that the warriors were returning alive.

“Did we really win? R, really? W, wow!!!”

“We won! We really won!”

“I’m not seeing things, am I…?”

“…Ah. Aaaah! Aaaah! W, we finally won even once!!!”

It’s not the Riders.

It was not the ruthless slaughterer of armor armed with spears and swords coming for slaughter and looting. The proud warriors of the Union came.

And.

The warriors of the Union, and the citizens who were waiting for death while holding their breath without even screaming at the storm falling on the camp, cheered at me.

‘Now is the perfect moment for a performance.’

Having fought in wars every day, I know how to boost people’s morale so well that I can see what people like.

For those who cheer for the stranger.

I stopped walking and moved my hand.

Chuck!

I lifted the White Knight’s corpse, which was leaning on my shoulder like a flag.

At that very moment.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

Thunderous shouts echoed all around.