The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 38.1
I stared at the sword aimed at me and thought to myself.
‘I can win this.’
I feel like I’ve changed a bit too.
In the past, just seeing a sword would have made me tremble, but now I wasn’t afraid.
…Well, to be honest, I was still a little scared, but I could endure it.
It was because of the certainty that I wouldn’t give in.
‘Everyone talks about how great they are, but he’s just someone I’ve never even seen in the scenarios.’
When I first arrived at the training session, I was taken aback.
All the temporary professors for the competition were unfamiliar faces to me.
It meant something to see faces I had never encountered before, despite having played out scenarios in every route.
They were extras.
Without any significance to the scenarios.
Indeed,
Win rate in duels against the insignificant swordsman: 100%
It was an astonishingly absolute victory rate!
“It’s not too late even now. If you kneel and apologize, I will forgive you.”
The cold blade pointed chillingly at me.
It felt like facing a knight rather than a magician.
However, I didn’t feel threatened by it.
Though we had just met, I could immediately discern his weakness.
‘He’s a coward.’
It was because of his class as a Sword Mage.
‘A Spellsword and a Sword Mage are different.’
A Spellsword, a Dual Knight.
A swordsmanship magician, a Sword Mage.
Both classes simultaneously wield swords and magic, but there was a significant difference.
‘A Spellsword focuses on the sword, while a Sword Mage focuses on magic.’
Both classes exhibit formidable strength when properly developed.
The synergy of sword and magic cannot be ignored.
However, the problem with him was,
‘He’s too focused on swordsmanship in the context of being a Sword Mage. His proficiency in magic is merely decorative, meant to embellish his sword skills.’
I vaguely sensed his inner thoughts.
A lineage renowned for swordsmanship.
A family of swordmasters.
Perhaps he had been disillusioned with his own swordsmanship talent and turned to magic in search of recognition.
To gain attention even through magic.
‘But, ironically, his magic skills are nothing like others.’
That’s why the win rate came out to be 100%.
If he were a proper mage or knight, my win rate would have been much lower.
‘I have no chance of losing to someone like him. There’s no need to even use my newfound power.’
Whuuuu!
My eyes captured a sight unseen by others.
His movements were clumsily executed, and magical flaws were evident.
There were too many holes.
It was to the extent of pity.
‘Sure, I could win no matter where I strike.’
At that moment, a good idea came to mind.
To win a bit more dramatically.
The issue was feasibility,
‘But it seems possible.’
An intuitive judgment.
I looked at the sword the guy was swinging down.
A typical mage would block it with a shield, but I did something completely different.
I reached out my hand.
As if I were trying to block the guy’s sword.
“Are you crazy?!”
The guy was momentarily stunned.
No matter how angry he was, it would be troublesome if he actually injured me, an Ecclesia.
But there’s no need to worry about that.
Swish!
My hand skillfully deflected the guy’s wrist.
He widened his eyes in astonishment.
The reason why such a thing was possible is due to my other attribute.
Versatility of a Thousand Transformations
Demonstrates proficiency in any field, regardless of the domain!
I also possessed unparalleled talent as a knight.
“Be grateful. I will personally show you what a true Sword Mage is all about.”
I unleashed my magic.
A 1st-tier spell, “Shake.”
“You!!”
The guy tried to maintain his stance to unleash his magic.
He attempted to cast a powerful offensive spell.
Swish!
I moved my foot and struck his ankle.
The guy, staggering from the “Shake” spell, completely lost his balance, and I attempted to strike his ankle again.
“Are you going to fall again?!”
The guy extended his sword, trying to block my kick, but it was a fake.
Flash!
A magic arrow struck the guy’s face.
“Huh?!”
Pop! Pop!
Despite the shield the guy hastily erected around his face against the barrage of magic arrows raining down,
Swish!
I struck his leg again with a kick, causing him to tumble over.
And then.
Crunch!
Right next to where the swordsman fell, an ice spear shot up.
“….”
The guy swallowed hard.
The ice spear was right next to the guy’s neck.
If the ice spear had been just a little closer?
The guy’s neck would have been severed.
In other words, it was my victory.
And it was a one-sided one at that.
“As expected, it was quite dull. The most challenging part was holding back a yawn.”
“!!”
The arena fell into a silence as if stunned.
Everyone looked at me as if they had seen a ghost.
“T-This is… this can’t be….”
Kansir gnashed his teeth, but when our eyes met,
“!!”
In the end, he hung his head.
He acknowledged his defeat.
‘Maybe he’s not a complete idiot. He seems to be from a respectable swordsmanship lineage.’
The Malvern Swordsmanship Family.
A lineage of swordmasters obsessed with swords, where it’s tradition for anyone, regardless of their opponent, to gracefully accept the outcome of a duel without any excuses.
‘Is it their creed to humbly acknowledge and learn from defeat if they lose?’
They were quite different from the magic lineage families with their risky and dangerous tendencies.
If you play as a protagonist of the ‘Knight’ class, you’re bound to be deeply involved with such families.
‘Well, I have nothing to do with them at all.’
As Kansir staggered down the stage, the journalists erupted with excitement.
“Did you just see that? Am I seeing things?”
“Has Kansir underestimated his opponent? Or could it be that he would be so thoroughly dominated?”
Their reactions showed that they couldn’t believe it even though they saw it with their own eyes.
However, the way they looked at me became slightly cautious.
They all intuitively sensed it.
That I wasn’t the same as before.
‘But this isn’t enough. I’m still somewhat uncertain.’
