Lee Han looked at the skull principal because he didnât understand the idea of throwing stones at each other.
Of course, Headmaster Skeleton looked at him as if he didnât understand as much as Yihan.
Which part of the explanation I just gave you was difficult? Not even an idiot?
âWhy are you throwing stones at each other?â
So, why play chess, why play card games, and why play Gyeokgu? I guess I do it because itâs fun.
Headmaster Skeleton looked at Lee Han pathetically and made a crackling sound.
Think about it. Do you have no one you want to throw a stone at?
Lee Han inadvertently looked at the skeleton headmaster at that question. Skeleton Principal said coldly.
why are you looking at me
âI just looked up to answer the question. principal.â
In any case, itâs not unusual to put a stone on a stone to relieve the accumulated resentment. Of course, that wouldnât be a classy or intelligent thing to do⦠but there are plenty of dumber things happening in the Empire.
The festival of St. Iaktus was roughly carried out in the following way.
Participants gather together, divide sides, and then throw rocks at each other, and the side that stands to the end wins.
âItâs a crazy festival.â
Lee Han regretted beating Gainando when he said he would hold a detective festival.
Compared to this, the detective festival was a great festival.
âfor a moment. principal. Even if people outside canât help it, this is the hall of learning and the ivory tower of the best intellectuals in the empire. Canât a festival like this be held?â
âThe most popular.â
Most popular.
ââ¦â¦â
Lee Han felt a strong contempt for his seniors.
âEinroguardâs curriculum is said to be harsh, but it is clear that there are many gaps. Doing useless things like that.â
âprincipal. It seems that the seniors still have room, so how about expanding the curriculum like I did?â
Seriously, do you know that sometimes you get creepy?
Even in front of the evil demon dragon or the imperial inspector, he didnât get goosebumps, but this discipleâs madness sometimes made the headmaster goosebumps.
âJunior. I understand the jokeâ¦â
âItâs not a joke.â
âA genius like you can endure such a process, and will usually die.â
âEven if I dieâ¦â
âWhatâs more important is the students who have been hurt for the festival.â
I shouldnât have stopped Cheer up! you guys can do it!
Headmaster Skeleton pretended to appease the healing magic students.
This weekâs festival could be described as a healing magic studentâs nightmare.
Students who were injured while throwing stones at each other will come rushing inâ¦
âCheer up. Seniors. You can!â
Lee Han also cheered enthusiastically.
Then Phil and Chill laughed weakly and thanked them.
âthanks.â
âStill, Iâm glad that a trustworthy junior like you is with me.â
ââ¦?â
Lee Han felt a strange sense of incongruity in the seniorâs words.
together?
âDo I too?â
âhuh? of course.â
âCan I?â
âYouâre already good at . Thatâs enough. Youâll have to learn a few more, but once youâve mastered them, youâll be able to learn other spells as well.â
Unlike other first-year students who learn healing magic, Lee Han, who is already able to heal low-level cuts or cuts, was able to immediately deploy with full force.
There was no way that the Healing Magic School, which was already suffering from manpower shortages, would leave Lee Han alone.
While feeling the tragic fate, Lee Han tried to resist slightly.
âBy the way, I canât see the seniors because they are under the magic of Ein Lorgard, right?â
ruler. Wear these glasses here.
Headmaster Skeleton benevolently placed emerald glasses on Lee Hanâs face.
It was an artifact that made it possible to see through the powerful perception-deterring magic cast on the seniors.
ââ¦thank you.â
For a while, Lee Han seriously contemplated whether to throw some stones at the St. Iaktus Festival.
* * *
The Demon Talking Book in the Healing Room fluttered and shouted to the students of the School of Healing Magic.
âMake more anesthesia potions! We will need two more chests!â
The students worked hard to build powerful anesthetic potions called .
Originally, recipes for arcane potions were not easily shared, but Professor Arkasis had no qualms about teaching them to his students.
Thanks to this, students had to work harder to make more difficult potions.
âPile the regeneration potion over here! Letâs do it quickly! I must have time to see the St. Iaktus Festival!â
The talking book glanced at the window of the healing room.
Already downstairs, several students were sporadically throwing stones at each other.
-Look around, blue earthworms!
-The white wildcats didnât get hit, so their livers were swollen. hit!
For a talking book born from the devil, such a festival could not help but be enjoyable.
Of course, the post-processing is a bit annoying, but considering the pleasure, I could tolerate it.
The students of the Blue Dragonâs Tower called up a magic shield in the air to block it, and then threw the stones away with magic.
In an instant, as if to prove that the years of learning at Ein Lorgard were not in vain, the stones that had been hanging on the floor rose up into the air and flew like bullets.
The White Tiger Tower students reacted a little differently. Instead of defending by striking a force field in the air, he chose to avoid it by strengthening his body.
As soon as I got out of range and avoided the attack, the talking book flapped the paper for joy.
âYes yes! Drive!â
Originally, the festival was a festival of throwing stones, but if outstanding wizards participate, âthrowing stonesâ has a more diverse concept.
As the White Tiger Tower students kicked a rock and sent it flying at the opposing formation like a catapult, one of the Blue Dragon Tower students quickly memorized a spell.
Then the flying rocks turned into sand and were blown away by the wind.
âI already placed that order! It must consume a lot of mana⦠What are we going to do when a full-scale battle begins?â
As if to answer that, the Black Turtle Tower students appeared from behind the White Tiger Tower students.
The Turtle Tower students, who had made and brought magic ballistics, started throwing stones at the backs of the White Tiger Tower students.
-Were you bought by the earthworms?! These trash bastards!
-Did you think weâd just get over it after raiding our warehouse the other day?
-Earthworms also attacked!
-They paid the indemnity. die!
âExcellent, great!â
âIâ¦â
âYou want to make a potion?â
When called from behind, the talking book turned away in annoyance.
However, those behind were not the students of the School of Healing Magic.
âyou? Did you come to talk about Gonadaltes?â
The talking book recognized Lee Han and was delighted.
Arenât they the students who had fun talking to each other while cursing at the headmaster when they came to the healing room the other day?
It was clear that he had come to curse the headmaster again, seeing as he had arrived intact this time.
âThat wouldnât be too bad⦠Iâm here to work today.â
âAre you going to work?â
The talking book puzzled.
It was a little awkward for the devil to say such a thing, but healing magic was a more dangerous magic if a clumsy wizard did his own thing.
In other words, if you bring a first-year student because you donât have enough workers, the work may become more troublesome.
âNo matter how desperate you areâ¦â
the talking book looked at Phil and Chil, and they both hurriedly exclaimed.
âThatâs not it!â
âI can really play a part!â
âI donât think so?â
The Talking Book asked the question in a rather stubborn manner.
âDo you really know how to concede and heal a cut?â
Stab and cut wounds were one of the wounds that often came out at these festivals.
âyes.â
âokay? What about wound healing?â
Broken bones or sprained wounds are also one of the wounds that often come out at these festivals.
It was more difficult than self-inflicted, but this muchâ¦
âI know how to do that too.â
âokay??â
The talking book really surprised me.
I didnât know that this would be really powerful.
âWhat about the or magic?â
Phil and Chill hesitated.
Until then, I wasnât sure if my juniors knew how to do it.
âI donât know how to do it.â
When Lee Han answered instead, the two felt sorry.
âthisâ¦!â
âIf only I had a little more timeâ¦!â
âuh? Canât I just fall out?â
Lee Han was puzzled by the strangely flowing atmosphere.
If I had to leave without qualifications, I would regret it as much as possibleâ¦
âIf you are kind and know how to heal wounds already, you will quickly learn magic to grant vitality or anesthetize pain. I will teach you.â
ââ¦â¦â
Lee Han chased after the talking book, hiding his sullen expression.
Also, he succeeded in and at once.
* * *
âUgh, how cowardly those bastards cast illusions on stonesâ¦!â
âI told you not to do this kind of festival!â
âHow can you not do that?â
Phil, Chill, and the healing magic students who help them treat the students who come to the healing room by bruising them.
If they were close friends, a little sharper criticism came and went.
âAagh! anesthesia! Anesthesia?!â
âBe patient because there is no potion.â
âWhatâs over there?!â
âThatâs a different potion.â
âYou deliberately⦠Ah!â
âoh.â
Lee Hanâs eyes lit up while helping.
I thought the healing magic school was a school that only saw losses, but it had unexpected strengths.
If thereâs someone who doesnât listenâ¦
âJunior. bone!â
âyes.â
Lee Han swung his staff and chanted a spell.
Thanks to the other seniors finishing the surrounding work, it was enough to just attach the bones using magic.
As the bones attached and the pain disappeared, the injured senior, who was lying still, stared at Lee Han.
ââ¦â¦â
â?â
And suddenly he started having seizures.
âno!! no!!!â
â??â
âYou canât go to the punishment room now! The magic is out! hey! Phil! what are you doing! Help me!â
ââ¦I got permission from the principal.â
ââ¦â¦â
The senior, who was having a seizure, suddenly stopped and lay down again with an awkward expression.
âThat⦠is it?â
âyes.â
âDonât mix things up again. Go to the punishment room.â
Phil warned his friend.
No matter how much permission I got, the senior kept talking to me, so there was nothing good.
âIt will be fine.â
âokay?â
In fact, Lee Han didnât know if it would be okay or not, but Lee Han was thinking of picking up something as much as possible while treating his seniors.
Of course, the situation was not favorable.
âAh-oh! These crazy black magiciansâ¦! Ambushed by undead?â
ââ¦â¦â
âAll those who use transformation magic should be locked up in the punishment room! These cowardly bastards disguised themselves as our tower and sneaked inâ¦!â
ââ¦â¦â
The wounded cursed the other towers and other schools in various ways.
And every time I saw Lee Han, I was startled and had seizures.
âno! Magic! Cast a spell!â
âIf you go to the punishment room, Chil, you go too!â
ââ¦â¦â
Lee Han silently anesthetized the pain, healed the wound, and bestowed vitality. If I had spare time, I made potions with my seniors.
The healing magic seniors who were moving together looked at Lee Han with bloodshot eyes.
âJunior.â
âYou⦠are too good for us.â
âno. Seniors.â
Instead, Lee Han internally cursed the headmaster.
âwhat?â
From earlier, I could feel the flow of magic power in my arms.
I looked at the basilisk, but the basilisk was sleeping quietly tied to my body.
The culprit came out soon. It was a bundle of paper artifacts shared at the Tower of Trials.
When I opened the paper, someone had already written quite a bit.
-Who will participate in the St. Iaktus Festival this time?
â Wardanaz, are you going to participate too?
â Hey, arenât you ignoring Wodanaz? What did I do wrong?
-Ah, you were originally busy
. -But if it were you, Wodanaz, would you participate? Do you think you will participate? Would you like something?
â Youâre not scared, are you?
It looked like it was written by the same handwriting. Lee Han picked up a quill and wrote a reply.
-Anrago. If there are people around who are participating in the St. Iaktus Festival, tell them that they will break their legs.