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“So… One of the practice buildings was blown away?”
Deputy Dean Claire felt her head pounding as she read the urgent report.
Rubbing his forehead and rereading the report over and over again, the contents of the report did not change.
Half wave of martial arts training building B.
What the heck did they do there to destroy a building purely for Dalian?
“If the damaged outer wall is repaired and the protection magic is rewritten, there will be no problem, but it will take at least several weeks…”
“How can that be?”
Of course, it is not impossible for the practice building to be damaged.
In the long history of the academy, it’s not that the practice building hasn’t been damaged during sparring.
However, the importance of this incident does not diminish in that the destruction incident is a rare incident that has not happened even in the long history of the academy.
It is obvious that there will be setbacks if one practice building is omitted from the tightly scheduled schedule at the undergraduate level for at least a few weeks.
The practice building was not a building that could be destroyed so easily.
“Isn’t there something wrong with the protection magic or something like that?”
If you think about it that way, it’s a pretty big problem that there was a leak somewhere in the academy’s inspection system, but I rather understood it.
It’s because you can think that the invisible problem just exploded through this incident.
“To date, no such circumstances have been identified.”
“Then, did the training building really get destroyed because of the sparring between the two?”
Vice dean Claire’s voice trembled in a shallow reality that was hard to believe.
“That’s right.”
“Does this make sense unless Lord Gorg deliberately caused a rampage?”
“It’s hard for us to believe, but the testimony of the field personnel…”
Deputy Dean Claire sighed for the number of times before looking at the report again.
Gorg, the leader of Steel Anvil, visited by chance while passing by the martial arts training building B. He declared that he would give a lesson to the students who were taking the real-life sparring class that was being practiced. In the meantime, apprentice Ronan and the first princess Azalea visit. Gorg, the leader of the steel anvil, invites apprentice Ronan to learn martial arts. However, based on the remarks made by Gorg, the leader of the Steel Anvil, Princess Azalea decided that the situation could not be undone, and applied for sparring.
So far, no problem.
When I read it, I wish that political fights would be held outside the academy, but since they accepted their coming to the academy, I have to endure this much.
But after that it was a problem.
Afterwards, through the sparring between the first princess Azalea, who received the holy magic of Ronan apprentice saint, and the iron anvil leader Gorg, the practice building B is half broken.
Objectively, this match should have ended with Gorg’s one-sided victory.
Although the academy’s information on the level of military power of the princess was from a few years ago, and she never wore any special equipment at that time, there may be some discrepancies with the current information, but there is still such a thing as degree. was
No matter how much the princess graduated from the academy and improved her skills, there was a limit to human growth.
No matter what method is used, it is normal that the battle against Gorg, who is called the master level strongman, should not have been established.
The argument that it was possible because Gorg fought with restrictions on it did not work.
It was because Gorg, who admitted his defeat from the start, continued sparring until he started using holy magic in earnest.
Since there is a title called Dalian, he would not have fought with all his might, but at the end of a Dalian with a master level strongman who did his best to some extent, he destroyed the building and stopped the Dalian.
Everything just didn’t make sense.
“What is the probability that Princess Azalea is a master level strongman?”
At Vice Dean Claire’s words, several of the professors present exchanged glances, and soon came up with an answer.
“The probability is so slim that it is meaningless to infer. Even if it is assumed that the imperial family possesses the means to abnormally strengthen the armed forces in a short period of time.”
That’s right. Claire also knew the answer just because she couldn’t believe it.
“Which is more likely, the assumption that Princess Azalia is a master-level strongman or the assumption that Ronan apprentice saint can strengthen the chief knight-level person into a master-level strongman through holy magic?”
The answer to this was already out there.
“The probability that Princess Azalea is a master-level strongman is so low that it converges to the impossibility, but it is simply impossible to assume that a master-level strongman can be obtained through grace.”
“If there had been even one such case in the history of the continent, all the warriors in the world would have become zealous followers.”
That’s right. If you can have a master level weapon through faith in God, who in the world won’t have faith.
“In the first place, it is impossible to strengthen to that level itself. Many paladins fight by strengthening themselves through the Holy Law, but the essence is no different from knights who strengthen their bodies through magic.”
“That’s right. No matter how unpredictable potential holy magic has, the human body has its limitations. Even if there is a way to have the output of a master-level strongman with holy magic, the person who has received grace cannot handle that power. It’s normal.”
“I sought advice from other priests, starting with the Knights of Steel Anvil, but granting someone else the grace to increase their physical abilities is many times more difficult than using it on yourself. The limit to strengthening without side effects is clear.”
The people gathered here began to express their opinions about incomprehensible phenomena one after another.
Both conclusions are impossible. impossible. impossible.
Even they couldn’t understand the current situation.
If Princess Azalea is not a master-level strongman, then the only remaining possibility is that through Ronan’s grace, the princess gained power enough to fight a master-level strongman on an equal footing, but that was a more absurd assumption than the assumption that Azalia was a master-level strongman. .
But despite that, the reason they’re wrapping their heads here is because it actually happened.
No matter how you look at it, that was the only possibility left.
Apprentice saints can bestow grace that strengthens others into master-level strongmen, albeit for a moment.
It didn’t matter that much that Azalea, the object of grace, was the chief knight.
The word master was such a strong word that such assumptions could literally be dismissed as ‘something like that’.
In the first place, one of the biggest reasons why the Empire held the hegemony of the continent was because of the number of Masters it possessed.
“Ronan Apprentice Saint…”
Vice-Chancellor Claire tried to recite the name quietly.
From the first meeting, I could guess that he was not an ordinary boy.
Praying alone in front of the stone statue of Orion when all the clergy were blinded by the splendid jewels and decorations. Even though they were shown a simple building that was incomparable to the church’s main office, they greeted them as if they were grateful. The appearance of calmly admonishing the priest of the tribe. The appearance of feeling responsible even for the things that he could not do anything about.
All of that suggested that he was already a spiritually ideal saint.
Some scholars judged it to be a very dangerous way of thinking for a human who thinks of himself as an accessory to do God’s will, but even they agreed that it was an ideal figure as a saint.
However, until then, I still thought that I was still an immature saint because of my physical limitations.
After that, at the welcome ceremony, he closed his eyes and calmly presented an unconventional perspective on faith, scattering feathers of light throughout the auditorium.
Even thinking about it now, it was fascinating.
That’s what God’s agent is like, he was so holy that he unintentionally understood that.
The feathers of light turned into light and disappeared the moment they touched the body, but the warm feeling rising inside the body felt like proof that Orion resided in one’s body, as the saint said.
The effect was weak, but seeing as the large-scale holy magic that covered the wide square with a young body, it was clear that the holy magic had already reached a certain level regardless of the body.
It was easy to infer that the title of apprentice saint was also due to the circumstances of high-ranking people because it was the perfect saint’s appearance without bias in mind and body.
However, isn’t there such a thing as a degree anyway?
Even though it’s temporary, you can bestow grace that can strengthen others into master-level strongmen?
If you think you can rationalize such nonsense by attaching the name of a saint, you are very mistaken.
For some reason, that saint would say with a light smile, ‘It must mean that Orion loves humans.’ It sounded like it would spit out the same sound.
Doesn’t the church know this fact? How on earth could they give such a saint to the academy?
A half saint? Wouldn’t it be more credible that Orion, who felt sorry for his faith that was dwindling day by day, gave him a much stronger saint than before?
Claire’s mind became more complicated.
Since there are too many witnesses, it is impossible to even cover up the situation.
In fact, the fact that this incident could not be covered was the biggest problem beyond the half-destruction of the training building.
It’s such an absurd story that few people will believe it even if it spreads right now.
However, it’s still the top interest in the academy right now, so spread such rumors. In earnest, not only the priests, but also ordinary people will begin to guess that the value of the saint is beyond their imagination.
If you dig into the whole story, your eyes will be drawn to the demolished practice building.
after that? It is virtually certain that a storm centered on the saint will rage at the academy.
Even now, the academy is in a state of unprecedented density, like a powder keg on the verge of exploding.
Even when three imperial princesses and princes attended the academy in one generation, compared to the current academy, it was ridiculous.
When the storm began to rage, it was difficult to even guess how far the chain reaction would spread.
In order to calm it down even a little, the imperial family projected forces… Well, from the point of view of Vice-Chancellor Claire, the imperial family was no exception to this storm.
The saint who will be the center of the storm,
[Desired subject] Basic theory of cooking, basic practice of cooking, basic theory of farming, basic practice repair, basic theory repair, basic practice……
Since I was submitting an application form for classes like this, my clothes were about to explode.
cooking? farming? repair?
Why would a person who can wield so much sophistication that it would be meaningless to guess the limit to learn such a subject?
Doesn’t this saint know his own worth?
Or do you not know that those who have power have duties and positions to match?
No, it might just be that all the norms and standards set by humans are meaningless.
A priest who disregards all worldly interests and only obeys the will of God. Is such a sham story really possible?
Normally, it would be absolutely impossible, but the young saint kept doing absurd things casually, so much of his confidence was lost.
I don’t even know anymore. Let’s just do our own thing.
Overburdened by too many challenges, Claire soon gave up on her thoughts.
“It’s pointless to discuss the limitations of holy magic here. First of all, let’s fix practice building B as soon as possible… and adjust the future practice schedule as much as possible.”
“I’ll seek cooperation from the Earth Mage Tower and arrange for stonemasons.”
“I will summon the martial arts instructors, explain the situation, and ask for their cooperation.”
“Yes. And… I don’t think it means much, but please keep quiet about what happened today. It’s better to buy a little time.”
“All right.”
“I, Vice President. What should I do with that course application?”
Claire turned her gaze back to the course registration form she had been ignoring.
Oh my God, a saint who cooks and gardens. If you allow this, you might be struck by lightning while walking down the street.
“…just, let them do as they please.”
Claire’s weary voice echoed through the meeting room.
