“In elementary and middle school, all of your course had been theoretical.”

Time for the mandatory subject, ‘Defensive Magic.’

“During the previous Dungeon Training, many students were unable to properly use their magic. It’s entirely natural. This is due to the fact that proper magic is learned from the age of seventeen, in high school.”

The students in Class A-S were strong, but the students in Class F-D who could properly hunt demons could be counted on one hand.

“However, starting today, we’ll have time to practise proper magic and implementation.”

At the words of the professor Berayon, the eyes of some students flashed.

In elementary and middle school, the use of magic was extremely limited, and it must have been quite tiresome to only study the theory of dungeons and magic.

However, from the age of seventeen, they practised magic and blew away the stress, and then there were people who showed off their unique talents.

‘You have to be able to use magic too…’

I lamented inwardly.

First of all, I was taking the lecture because it was a required course, but honestly, it was close to a waste of time.

This course was available at any time. There were students from Class F to Class S because it was a mobile class where you could listen to lectures. Before even beginning, Berayon distinguished between “remarkable” and “not-so-remarkable” students.

‘You did a good job arranging everyone by grade.’

Even the lower class students were capable of learning, but it would be far better for his image if he primarily focused on the Class B-S students, who had the potential to rise even higher in society.

“Come on, let’s all raise our staffs.”

As the students pointed their staffs into the air, Professor Berayon explained.

“Once upon a time, there was an era when magic was imaginary. In the days when the defence was determined by their own will, the mages defended against the enemy’s attack by simply spewing out mana ignorantly.”

Berayon gently shook his staff.

“But not anymore.”

A blue magic circle hovered in front of him. Professor's complex circle specialized in defense magic.

“Magic Shield is like a kind of ragged iron plate. It is possible to further increase the strength by adding runes related to defence such as strong, hard, resilient, durable, and tough.”

Computing and chanting more and more solid magic formulas in a short time was the key to defence.

“Then, let’s all do it.”

“Magic Shield!”

With the chant of the students, blue lights flashed from all directions. Some students casted a distorted Magic Shield, and some students created a Magic Shield with poor defence which lacked some formulas, but there were some who made the perfect Magic Shield.

They either had an early education in the family or were gifted students.

“Um! Kowazen, even though it’s your first class, your shield is almost perfect. That’s good. Lesrian, you’re good at it too.”

“Haha, thank you.”

“Thank you.”

Berayon looked at the students of noble families and praised them a lot. Even if their magic shield was not really that great.

Finding a reliable supporter in the magical society was as difficult as picking a star in the night sky, and since Berayon was a commoner, he needed to be remembered by noble students.

‘I can’t believe this professor is still in Stella.’

‘Oh, I really hate dogs.'

‘I’ll take another professor’s defence classes.’

This level of corruption was, in fact, a very common thing in the magical society, so there was nothing the students could do but quietly mumble.

‘This batch certainly has a lot of good students.’

Berayon was walking slowly, observing the conditions of the students, when he heard someone giggling behind him.

He tried to point him out but paused for a moment when he realised the target was ‘Yuslek’s gang’.

Berayon was an instructor rather than a professor. A Defence Instructor. He needed personal connections to stay connected to the Stella Academy, and one of those connections was the family of a student named ‘Morso Dorden’ of the Yuslek gang.

Some of them were sponsored by the Dorden family, and because they belonged to the Scalven Empire, he could not blame them. So, Berayon approached them, and squeezed out a smile which was as sweet as possible.

“You guys, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Professor. Look at that student over there.”

“Haha, why aren’t you doing anything?”

“Shouldn’t you at least give him a penalty?”

“What?”

When Berayon returned his gaze to Yuslek and Morso’s sneer, he noticed a student named Baek Yu-Seol standing still and doing nothing.

Yes, it was unfortunately me.

‘Is he the student in Class S?’

I was already famous among professors. As a commoner advancing to Class S, I had an excellent record of being ranked 5th in Dungeon Training, resonating with an upper-intermediate grade wand, and above all, I was unique since I preached 'Knighthood' of the old times.

I was already attracting attention from the magic world, but Berayon did not like it very much.

‘Knighthood is just…. He just wants to stand out by himself.’

There were bound to be those who did not recognise my beliefs, just as there were those who did. Unfortunately, the number of those who refused to accept my beliefs far exceeded.

They refused to accept the concept of using a sword in a world where everything was already standardised by magic.

‘The principal seems to want to leave that student alone, but …’

But, he never said anything about the professors?

‘Anyway, that student’s characteristic is Flash magic skill. Did he say that he doesn’t use any other magic other than that?'

Berayon, who suddenly came up with a good idea, raised the corner of his mouth slightly and approached me.

“Baek Yu-Seol. Why are you doing nothing?”

“Well.”

I pondered the answer for a moment.

If I said I could not do it, I would be given a penalty point for giving up without trying.

Besides, that professor, Berayon, was notorious for his misdeeds during the first year episode, so once I was caught, I would be bullied by him for the rest of the year.

I remember Edna as the embodiment of justice. If I waited until then, I would die of anger. It was better for me to do my own thing.

“I’m learning other defence techniques, so I don’t need to learn basic magic.”

At first glance, that might seem like an absurd answer, but in fact, it was quite common for students to reject this basic education.

In some cases, students learned the inherited magic skills from their blood relatives. Those skills were far superior from the magic skills taught at academy, allowing them to reject the professor’s magic.

Hong Bi-Yeon Adolevit, a fifth ranker, was an example of someone who did not learn normal fame-attribute magic in academy because she was studying the legendary bloodline magic of the flame world.

“Oh, is that so? It’s your own defence skill. I’m curious.”

However, the story only applied to students from well-known families.

What would happen to the teaching authority if all the students rejected the professor’s class on the pretext of inherited magic?

Therefore, there was usually only one method chosen by professors to prevent it.

To order a demonstration of magic skill.

“Then, in order to set an example for other students with that great defence technique, how about going up to the podium and demonstrating it yourself? The opponent is… Yeah, Morso would be better.”

And the magic demonstration was usually done as a ‘combat’.

As Berayon licked his lips and spoke, I sighed and nodded.

“Alright.”

That was fantastic. It was also an excellent opportunity to test the defensive technique I had been practising with the Argento for a few days.