บท 3: Chapter 3: The Path to the Heart is made from a Sword
The clamor of the lecture hall calmed down as the door opened up. In the wide lecture hall on the 47th floor of the Magic Tower, thirty-four students quietened at the appearance of their professor.
They had joined the class looking down on it at first, thinking that the person teaching was just a wizard of Master Rank. It would be an easy way to get credits, they thought. Little did they know that the Master Ranked young wizard of twenty-three was one of the greatest geniuses the world of wizardry had seen in years.
"Sit," the man said. His monotonous sound like that of a homunculus spread through the hall and compelled the students to settle down without as much as an utter.
The man's gleaming golden eyes spread over the room, eyeing the students. All of them were present again today. He adjusted his elegant black suit and tightened his gloves as the man turned to the board behind him.
-Snap!
He snapped his fingers and seven chalks rose into the air. All of them, at once, started scribbling down on the blackboard with masterful chirography.
"Today," he said, the chalks still at work. "We shall study about enchantments. The act of transferring the causality of a magical phenomenon into compatible, or incompatible objects to reproduce or imbue the properties of said phenomenon into the target of the enchantment."
By the time he finished speaking, the board was filled with the notes for the class. It was a magnificent spectacle of telekinesis magic that would leave many masters with their jaws dropped.
The students wordlessly noted down the stuff from the beginning that they understood, while the rest waited for their class to reach the section they were stuck with and ask their questions.
From the basics, the professor started explaining the workings of magic and enchantment. The requirement of the mana circles around your heart and the conductivity of different types of materials followed by magic circuitry and magic circles and sigils.
"Professor," One student raised her hand halfway through the lecture. Normally, it would be a big crime for a person to call out to a noble so casually, let alone 'the' young count Isaac von Episteme Athenus, but the magic tower took away all such restrictions.
"Yes, student Yerha."
"Then, is it possible to enchant swords with powerful magic and use them to fight?" she asked.
It was a peculiar question, but the professor's face did not change by the most minuscule of amounts. "You ask this knowing that the sword Aura or Ki that Knights use is different from the mana that we wizards need to refine for magic, correct?"
"Yes, professor. If we can add a spell to our blades, wouldn't it be possible to overpower the knights in close range as well?"
Yerha was a bright student burning with desire and greed. Just like most wizards, she too held a sense of animosity against knights. Wizards and Knights were naturally the opposite of each other. But she held it in since the professor absolutely did not stand a word of disrespect against the knights.
Strength was different from disrespect. That was what he had told them, so the students always used that as a pretext to bring up such matters.
"Even if it was possible, where would you overpower knights? You don't even have the strength to swing a sword."
Yerha and a few other students clicked their tongues.
Then, another of them raised their hands. The wide brims of her purple hat reached up to her shoulders and the enormous pointed crown almost reached the palms of her raised hands.
The professor raised his chin and urged the student to stand up. With lustrous blonde hair, the student who was a commoner from the Habsburg Barony stood up. "Sir! Even if we can't, there are wizards like you who are strong in all aspects. There's the Imperial Swordsmanship Competition coming up…"
Being a commoner, the girl was more attached to the customs and thoughts of the wizardry world than the other students since the work gave her an identity. The professor knew that well and did not admonish her.
"There will even be that Kaiser girl participating," A faint whisper reached the professor's ears. "Do you know what they say? That she's a genius that could even bring 'our' professor down! Hah! Those tactless brutes!"
"Student Carl," the professor called out. Carl was not only the son of Marquis but was also a year older than the professor. He would have kicked up a fuss at the professor's every word a few months ago when the pecking order hadn't been straightened up yet.
"Y-yes, professor?" Carl stood up and asked.
"What did you just say?"
The students gulped nervously.
It wasn't his fault, right? It should be fine to answer what the people think, right? The justice-loving professor wouldn't blame them for the opinions of the masses, right?
"Uh, uh… they say that the young knight of Kaiser is stronger than you—"
"Before that."
"Uh… she will… be participating in the competition?"
Little did they know, their dear justice-loving professor was a bit further gone in the head than they and their pesky little knight haters could hope to get to.
'Overpower knights?' Isaac thought. 'Strong sword. Overpower knights. Defeat every imperial competition. Show undeniable skill strength. Win Kristine?'
Conjunctions were unnecessary! A straightforward formula to success etched itself in his mind at the speed of light, sending his eyes widened by half a centimeter.
"Yerha," Isaac called out. "Even if it isn't possible, we just have to make it possible. Do you understand?"
"Yes? Uh, yes!"
"Good. That's it for today, you all can leave whenever you want."
Professor Isaac snapped his fingers again and walked to the door of the class. His chalks, quills, spare gloves, and all the documents settled neatly in his attache case before it closed up and flew over to his hands.
Isaac von Episteme Athenus, the genius stone cold wizard of the empire was about to dive into swordsmanship.
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