The Graduate Student Wants to Assassinate the Professor - Chapter 65

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Chapter 65

To briefly explain the Beast Response Department: it was an academic discipline dedicated to researching beasts and developing methods to prevent the damage they inflicted upon people. It was also a department where students had to master offensive magic as a fundamental requirement, given that they would need to confront beasts directly.
“If you’re from the Beast Response Department, you must be quite formidable.”
As Leoryna observed Philiamone’s sword, Deporta eagerly bobbed her head and boasted.
“Of course! We’d rank among the strongest at Halderion Academy.”
“Ha, well, not quite that much. Besides, why are you bragging? You’re embarrassing me.”
As Leoryna listened to their exchange, she felt tears of gratitude welling up inside her.
‘Finally, a person of common sense in this academy full of lunatics…!’
Just then, Philiamone lowered the large backpack she had been carrying on her shoulders and spoke.
“I was told to demonstrate my family’s magic to showcase Demon Race magic. However, my family was a warrior clan, so we developed a technique called Mystic Blade Arts that harmonizes magic and swordsmanship.”
As she opened the backpack, something with lustrous, gleaming scales lay inside. Leoryna instinctively did not want to know what it was, but it wriggled and suddenly burst out of the backpack.
It was an enormous fish. However, it was not swimming through water but gliding through the air—a beast fish.
Leoryna no longer had the energy to be angry about each new occurrence.
“I wanted to demonstrate how I can combine swordsmanship and magic in my technique. However, I thought it would be more impactful for people if there was an actual target being cut…”
“Is it really necessary to make such an impact?”
“Well, if we’re going to do this, we should do it properly. The goal is to improve the image of the Demon Race by showcasing our culture, right? So we should do it thoroughly…”
Philiamone spoke with a beautiful smile.
“People will only truly understand how formidable Demon Race power is if we show them.”
“…”
“Ah, even though this fish is a beast, it’s not one that causes significant harm, so please don’t worry too much. I simply caught it while we were out on a beast subjugation training exercise.”
“…”
The people who had been getting struck by vines just moments before now watched the beast fish with curious eyes.
“Did you hear? She’s going to show us swordsmanship.”
“She combined magic and swordsmanship? Oh, how interesting.”
Since the beast did not appear particularly dangerous and this was a novel application of magic, curious mages began to gather around.
‘Come to think of it, if we’re talking about the principle of combining swordsmanship with magic, isn’t Khalid doing the same thing? That large scythe of his is certainly a bladed weapon.’
While Leoryna was briefly entertaining this thought, Philiamone’s eyes gleamed, and without warning, she drew her blade. The sword energy flowing from her weapon flew at tremendous speed, and just before reaching the beast, it suddenly split into three streams, slicing the creature into thirds as it passed through.
Splash!
As the beast was cleaved, blood sprayed everywhere, and the spectators were drenched in it.
“As you can see, it’s possible to control sword energy by infusing it with magical power. Ordinary sword energy has limitations in control, but by mixing in magical power, you can attack in various ways.”
Philiamone began explaining excitedly to the spectators, but they simply stood frozen with their eyes wide open. For mages with delicate and sensitive sensibilities, being covered in blood was far too much of a shock.
“So, what do you think? Aren’t we stronger than you expected? You wouldn’t dare challenge us carelessly, would you? You shouldn’t underestimate the Demon Race.”
“Ha…”
The gathered mages barely heard Philiamone’s words as they created water and washed each other’s bodies clean.
Deporta approached the mages and handed each of them a suspicious-looking vial. The people asked in bewilderment.
“What is this?”
“It’s a magical potion that warms the body. You’ll feel revitalized after drinking it.”
At her words, several people drank Deporta’s potion without hesitation. Immediately afterward, they felt as though their clothes were becoming tight. As they touched their bodies, feeling the swelling sensation, they were shocked to discover that their soft flesh had become firm and toned.
Their forearms, legs, chests, and abdomens were packed with muscle—a sight that clashed entirely with the frail physiques typically associated with mages!
The onlookers couldn’t decide whether to rejoice at gaining muscle without lifting a finger, or to recoil in horror at this unexpected turn of events.
Regardless, Deporta chattered away with unbridled enthusiasm.
“When basal metabolic rate increases, one becomes less susceptible to the cold. And the most crucial factor in raising basal metabolic rate is building muscle. The Sobia Family possesses profound expertise in pharmaceuticals, and this elixir for strengthening human muscle has been passed down through generations….”
“So how long does this magic last?”
Someone interrupted Deporta’s explanation to ask.
“What I’ve distributed to you is merely a sample, so the effects will wear off in an hour.”
At those words, disappointment flickered across the faces of several mages.
Sigh—just when they thought they’d finally escape their chronic lack of exercise and possess a healthy body….
Leoryna muttered to herself as she watched the mages shuffle away, realizing that staying any longer would only invite trouble.
“Thank you for… watching.”
Leoryna wiped her face with a dry hand as she surveyed the now-empty Event Venue.
She addressed the Demon Race students, whose expressions betrayed complete bewilderment at what they’d done wrong.
“Isn’t there something more… moderate? A gentler magic?!”
“But, instructor. The magic of the Demon Race primarily consists of things like this. Mostly enhancement and conditioning spells, that sort of thing….”
Deporta spoke as though there was nothing to be done, but Leoryna scratched her head roughly in frustration.
“Ugh, I don’t know. This isn’t my problem. If this falls apart, it’s the Demon Race that suffers, not me.”
After muttering her resignation, Leoryna checked her wristwatch and realized it was time to prepare for the magical combat tournament. She trudged toward the Stadium that the Academy had rented out.

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“Good day, everyone. I’m Leoryna Yuren, your host for today. I’d like to extend my sincere gratitude to all the students participating in this Demon Race versus Other Races magical combat tournament, held in celebration of Demon Race Day, as well as to all of you in the audience.”
Leoryna bowed with an expression devoid of enthusiasm.
“We’ll move quickly to the first match. First up is Aisen Bolzenbok from the Environmental Research Department against a student from the Divination Department….”
Leoryna introduced her opponent rather perfunctorily. As Aisen and her opponent entered from opposite sides of the Stadium, the crowd erupted in cheers.
The moment Zigzagel, serving as referee, gave the signal to start, Aisen swung her staff. The sound of rocks cracking and splitting echoed around her, and the Stadium trembled. Then the stone floor shattered, and its debris rose into the air.
The opposing student stood frozen, unable even to think of casting a spell, while Aisen’s eyes gleamed with madness.
“Don’t kill them! Aisen, don’t kill them!”
Isikabel shouted desperately, but Aisen murmured quietly in response.
“If you don’t want to die, dodge.”
She hurled all the stone debris at her opponent at once, and the opposing student shrieked and bolted out of the Stadium.
Zigzagel declared an out-of-bounds judgment, granting Aisen victory. Though she’d won effortlessly, Aisen clicked her tongue softly as she descended from the Stadium.
“I didn’t get to kill them.”
Upon hearing this, Deporta simply smiled faintly without a word.
‘She’s just reinforcing prejudices against the Demon Race.’
Afterward, Zigzagel took a brief moment to repair the Stadium.
Next came Nelpi. He spoke politely to his opponent.
“I have no intention of doing anything as brutal as some others.”
At those words, the opponent’s expression relaxed somewhat.
‘So not all Demon Race members are violent after all!’
But that thought didn’t last long.
The moment the signal to start the match rang out, Nelpi dodged a mana sphere fired by his opponent, then swung his staff at him.
“Nugroakarac!”
The opponent assumed Nelpi was attacking him directly and cast a shield spell, but Nelpi’s magic struck the opponent’s shadow instead. In that instant when the opponent thought Nelpi had missed his aim and lowered his guard, the shadow writhed and rose from the ground. Then it pointed at the opposing player and began to speak.
“This guy gets so scared when it’s dark, thinking ghosts might appear, that even though he’s human, he slept with his mom until he turned eighteen.”
“?!”

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