Magic Academy's Genius Blinker - Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Absurdity (3)

Stella Student Council President Miro Yoon.

Ranked 19th in the 2nd-year and a student of S-Class, as well as the youngest son of the distinguished Count Alektera, he was an elite among elites.

However, all of this was not achieved by his own will.

“Ah… What now…”

Miro Yoon, showing clear signs of annoyance, looked at Bandiyun who came to see him.

“It’s messy. Quite fitting for someone like you.”

Bandiyun sat on the big sofa and stared at the fireplace installed in the corner of the student council room. A fireplace in a high-rise tower without a chimney. Quite a unique taste.

“Messy? That’s an insult to the other members of the student council.”
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“It’s a softened version because others are here. Be grateful.”

“Should I be grateful for an insult…?”

Miro Yoon yawned loudly and sat down in front of Bandiyun.

“I have a lot of work to handle, so hurry up and state your business.”

“Special Junior Training Squad.”

“…Hmm?”

Miro Yoon, who was sipping coffee, slightly opened his eyes as if he heard a strange term. Not that it made a big difference as his eyes were always sleepy.

“Approve the application. The target is 1st-year S-Class Baek Yu-seol.”

“Hmm… Weren’t you against absurdities? Or rather, didn’t you hate them intensely?”

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“That’s right. There were times I wanted to kill all the seniors.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because I hate absurdities.”

Miro Yoon couldn’t understand her words at all, but Bandiyun was just stating the truth.

The Special Junior Training Squad was the worst of all remaining absurdities.

Under the guise of educating juniors, it thoroughly crushed self-esteem in front of peers, leaving some unable to get back up again.

A 1st-year can never beat a 2nd-year.

Even if the 2nd-year is of a lower class, and the 1st-year is of a higher class.

The gap from experience is something that can’t be bridged simply by abilities.

However…

‘That boy might be different.’

Baek Yu-seol had an unusually rich experience for his age.

Even the juniors of 1st-year S-Class acknowledged Baek Yu-seol’s strategies and experience, meaning there was something she didn’t know.

Moreover, his skills.

He seemed unaffected by class levels.

A magic sword is just a self-defense tool used by ordinary people. A cheap magic sword can’t even pierce a 1st-class shield, and a good one can barely scratch a 3rd-class shield.

However, Baek Yu-seol killed a 5th-class necromancer with a magic sword alone.

How?

She had long since thrown away that question.

The fact that he could freely use Blink, a magic considered uncontrollable, and walk the path of a knight without using any magic was unique in itself.

Instead of understanding, accepting was the right approach.

That’s why Bandiyun decided to use Baek Yu-seol.

It wouldn’t be too bad for him either. Baek Yu-seol seemed to be laying the foundation to eliminate absurdities, so making the stage bigger and targeting the true malicious ones would be better.

‘A 1st-year beating a 2nd-year in the Special Junior Training Squad.’

Though it might not completely eliminate absurdities… it would be a good start.

“Alright. I’ll approve it. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but do well.”

“Thanks. Here’s something in return.”

Miro Yoon received a coupon from Bandiyun.

[Diego’s Super Spicy Tonkatsu Specialty]

[Squid Rice Bowl Coupon]

Where on earth is Diego’s Tonkatsu, and why a squid rice bowl coupon? Bandiyun handed it over coolly and disappeared, leaving Miro Yoon to sigh deeply.

He still had a mountain of work to do and just wasted a lot of time.

As he was about to get up to handle the backlog, someone else entered.

It was Professor Jerild, who was in charge of the 1st-year exams.

“Oh, Miro Yoon. Are you busy?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Take this.”

It seems he ignored the part about being busy.

“Huff, what is it?”

“A student thesis submission report.”

“Did any thesis worthy of submission to the academic society come out this exam?”

Stella’s exams were of very high difficulty, requiring students to write solutions and answers almost at the level of theses.

Occasionally, students would find new principles or develop new formulas, writing actual theses. It seemed this semester was no exception.

“Yes. It’s Baek Yu-seol, you know him?”

Of course. He had just been discussing him.

“Baek Yu-seol again. What’s it this time?”

“This.”

Miro Yoon took the thesis documents organized by Professor Jerild.

[Prokitex’s Overlapping Circuit Design]

A magic circuit often tested in 1st-year exams. Every year, students interpreted it in their own ways, but rarely did they produce something thesis-worthy.

“Hmm…”

He slowly skimmed through Baek Yu-seol’s solution.

His sleepy eyes widened.

“This is…”

“Amazing, right? He reduced the equation for the reverse-link chain by half. And with a very simple formula!”

Professor Jerild’s enthusiastic words went unheard. Miro Yoon’s mind was occupied by one word.

Genius.

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There was no other explanation.

The overlapping circuit had already been refined by numerous scholars, and although there is no ‘perfection’ in magic, it was completed in the most efficient form.

To improve that formula further…

Is that possible by a mere student’s power?

“With this, he might be able to attend the ‘Aslan Seminar’!”

“Well…”

Aslan Seminar. Miro Yoon was at a loss for words at the professor’s mention.

‘He’s quite something.’

He had heard the name Baek Yu-seol. As a 1st-year, he had been involved in many incidents and stood out, so it was only natural to know him.

But to this extent…

‘Hmm… Special Junior Training Squad, huh.’

He usually avoided such troublesome events, but with Baek Yu-seol involved, it might be interesting to watch.

* * *

The second exams were over.

Just like everyone else who worked hard, I also suffered. I worked out diligently, after all.

However, exercise didn’t affect my grades, which was somewhat demotivating.

When the second exams end, the rankings change.

Of course, thinking rankings are purely based on combat power is a big mistake.

The results from previous practicals, grades, assignments, attendance, attitude, and many other factors are combined, so even Ma Yuseong, who boasts the strongest combat power, could see his rank drop anytime. He might be significantly challenged by Flame or Aiselle for the top spot.

[Rank 419 – S-Class Baek Yu-seol]

I’m quite remarkable in various ways.

Even with perfect scores in written exams and top scores in practical exams, I’m ranked 419th.

Constantly being late, never turning in assignments, missing classes frequently, and dozing off in class earned me a mountain of demerits.

I barely avoided academic probation by submitting a few assignments and attending enough classes.

But honestly, it’s unfair.

They lecture in alien language for hours with a soothing voice that puts me to sleep. How can I not doze off?

Moreover, I treasure my training time so much that I even sacrifice sleep. Thus, class time becomes my sleeping time.

…Well, anyway.

No matter how hard I try, my rank won’t go higher. I might get a better rank if I try harder on assignments, but the only benefit is a slightly bigger scholarship, so it’s not significant.

Considering my initial goal was to rank around 600, this is more than enough.

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“Hey, what’s your rank?”

“I barely maintained 800s this time.”

“Whew, lucky. I slipped back. Damn, should’ve worked harder.”

“Ah, I want to die!”
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At the class bulletin board.

Students were screaming as they checked their ranks. A familiar scene. The bulletin boards for 2nd and 3rd years wouldn’t be much different.

I checked the top ranks.

[Rank 1 – S-Class Ma Yuseong]

[Rank 2 – S-Class Flame]

[Rank 3 – S-Class Aiselle]

[Rank 4 – S-Class Hae Wonryang]

[Rank 5 – S-Class Hong Bi-yeon]

The top ranks were dominated by S-Class.

Nothing seemed unusual, but something bothered me.

Hae Wonryang, who was 2nd last semester, dropped to 4th.

‘Hmm…’

Maybe Aiselle, who was supposed to drop in rank, is now on a smooth path due to a different environment? It’s hard to pinpoint the reason. But it shouldn’t cause any major issues.
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Since Jackie took the Dark Mage route, Hae Wonryang and Arshuane’s Dark Mage routes must have disappeared completely.

As I was thinking this, someone approached. It was Hong Bi-yeon.

Sasaak!

Students unconsciously cleared the way. Is this the miracle of Moses? No student had the guts to block the infamous Adolevit princess.

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She searched the ranking board for a long time. Her rank was obviously fifth from the top.

Then she glanced at me as if she discovered something.

“…Adjusting your rank, are you? I think you’ve already caught too much attention.”

What?

“Well… entering the top 600 means you’re planning to participate in the school tournament.”

The tournament. An event where selected students compete against other prestigious magic schools.

I didn’t particularly deny it.

After that, she stood next to me in silence for a long time. Hesitating as if she wanted to say something, it was quite cute, but it was getting frustrating, so I spoke first.

“What is it? Got something to say?”

Flinch. When I spoke first, Hong Bi-yeon’s eyebrows twitched. She closed her eyes tightly, sighed deeply, and then spoke.

“…I’ve heard you’ve been having a hard time lately.”

“I have been struggling a bit.”

Yesterday, I pulled a shoulder muscle, and it’s still sore.

Maybe I should get a massage.

“…Why did you do it?”

“Huh?”

“Why did you confront Senior Edmund Atalek?”

Oh, that. No wonder her expression was dark. It’s unusual for her. Has she been going through a lot lately?

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“Senior Edmund is one of the most influential 3rd-years. He can manipulate 2nd-year students. You’ll probably be harassed by seniors until you graduate. Are you ready for that?”

Hmm. No need to think.

“Well. Probably can’t handle it.”

I’d rather beat up those brats who are ten years younger than me and get expelled.

“Then why did you do it?”

She asked, trembling with eyes like rubies. What should I say? It’s awkward to be entirely honest, so I subtly deflected.

“You know.”

She widened her eyes at my answer and then bit her lip.

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“…There’s nothing you can gain from me. You’re a commoner, you don’t seek money or power.”

Not true.

I love money and power more than anything…

“Well… what I want from you isn’t necessarily money and power. You’re Hong Bi-yeon before being Adolevit’s princess.”

“What…”

“You’re right. I’m not helping you for free. I want something from you. So, after this is over, you can sign a contract for items with me.”

Silence fell.

She seemed to be frantically searching her mind for an answer but couldn’t come to a conclusion.

She only had money and power, so it’s hard to figure out what else I might want.

“…What’s the price?”

“The terms will be specified in the contract-”

“Not that! You said you wanted something from me. What is it?”

I stared at her face.

There are many reasons.

Politically beneficial for Alterisha’s faction, a step towards removing one of Hong Bi-yeon’s death flags, and an opportunity to showcase my influence to notable figures like Hwarseok Koden.

But listing all those reasons felt cumbersome. And I couldn’t say I wanted her to have a happy ending.

“I’ll tell you later.”

I vaguely answered, and she nodded as if she understood.
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“Then… what will you do about the Special Junior Training Squad?”

Come to think of it, that’s another issue. How did I end up in the Special Junior Training Squad… This wasn’t part of the plan, so I’m a bit flustered too.

“…If need be, you don’t have to hold back.”

“What?”

What does she mean by not holding back? Is she telling me to scream if it hurts?

“Just use your real skills to crush the seniors. I’ll handle the aftermath.”

“Oh, okay…”

I appreciate the consideration.

…But why is she assuming I’ll win against the seniors?

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