Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 296 Extra Chapter: The Witch's Disciple's Legacy

Located in the western border of the Holy Kingdom of Libera, there is a military magic academy called Bayano.

This magic academy, which evolved from a military academy during the continental wars, is far inferior to other large magic academies on the continent in terms of history and heritage. However, it has experienced the most rapid development in recent decades and is the only magic academy that still emphasizes "real combat."

Although this continent has now fully entered an era of peace.

However, in the vast, dense forests commonly known as the "Dark Forest" on the borders of various countries, monsters remain active. Even though the Human Alliance ultimately won the fierce war, for them, there are still large swathes of unexplored land on this continent.

Therefore, the Bayano Military Academy is an academy that supplies combat-ready personnel to the few remaining dangerous areas on the continent.
Yes, at least that's how it was at first.

With the monsters losing their leader, the threat to the borders of human kingdoms has gradually decreased. Furthermore, the admission standards for students at the Bayano Military Academy have always been very low. This has led to a year-on-year increase in the proportion of adventurers among the large number of graduates who are unable to find employment. Therefore, over the years, Bayano Academy has acquired a less-than-glorious nickname among outsiders.

"Adventurer's Academy"

One day, the Baiano Academy welcomed a rather special temporary instructor.

It's midsummer.

In the afternoon, more than 160 students from the four academic levels of the advanced department stood in the scorching sun for nearly an hour before finally seeing the young man who was yawning, walking unsteadily, and not standing upright.

"Sorry, sorry, I took a short nap and accidentally overslept. But there's nothing I can do about it. After all, I didn't even think about you guys. When I was half asleep and a little groggy, I thought, 'Oh no, I'm going to be late,' but I just turned over and closed my eyes and went back to sleep."

If it weren't for his overall "loose" and "sloppy" appearance, the young man, who might have been quite good-looking, smiled as he faced the students' angry glares and said...

"Compared to you, afternoon naps hold more value for me. Although, only slightly."

As if in a provocation, the young man raised his right hand and used his index finger and thumb to create a small gap.

"Oh! Don't be so angry yet. I've always been this way; I say whatever comes to mind. Of course, if you really feel I can't forgive you, I can give you a chance. Come on, challenge me to a duel."

The young man scanned the trainees, and his aura was noticeably sharper than before.

"When I was your age, I had the same question. Why do those so-called teachers, instructors, elders, or even deans and village chiefs always act so superior, constantly pointing fingers at me? They were just born a little earlier than me, they're not that much more remarkable than me, are they? Fortunately, our Western Region is more primitive, more savage, and more direct, so..."

The young man pointed the sword at his waist at the student in front of him, but did not draw it.
"With these hands, I silenced some people who weren't all that remarkable, just people who had lived a bit longer. And since I'll be in charge of your training from now on, this rule of mine will naturally apply to you. Come on, if you want me to shut up, use every means at your disposal. Don't worry about being punished afterwards; here, the victor will only receive praise, even if he has to step over me."

As the young man finished speaking, he abandoned his previous casualness and stood in a flawless posture, still holding his long sword and facing hundreds of eyes staring at him.

However, time passed second by second.

Aside from the slight impulsiveness that had lingered earlier, which had completely subsided, none of the trainees challenged the young man.

As students in the advanced division of a magic academy, whose intelligence is not low unless they frequently fail a year, they know very well how foolish it is to challenge someone they are destined to never win.

The young man who temporarily became their instructor was named Roland Elson.

Perhaps, until a few months ago, Roland Elson was virtually unknown outside the West.

But nowadays, almost everyone knows him.

It was a grand occasion.

Not only the royal families of Libera and neighboring countries, but even a "wise man" attended the entire ceremony.

It was during the celebration of the Human Alliance's victory in the continental war that Roland Elson completely defeated Grejoli, who was known as the "King's Army," and became the new "Sword Saint" of this continent.

"No one wants to challenge me? That's a wise choice. However, it also takes away some of the fun. Since you chose to give up fighting me, you'll have to follow my orders from now on."

Roland, who had completely intimidated the students even though the blade remained sheathed, hung his longsword back at his waist and began to scan them.

As a "Sword Saint," Roland could glean a great deal of information simply from the postures of these students.

"If I were to take on students, I would say that everyone here is unqualified! Of course, I'm not trying to belittle you, but swordsmanship and other combat skills are things that require years of training and accumulation to master. And you have undoubtedly missed the golden period for training and accumulation."

Roland shook his head.
"While there is a chance to remedy the situation, a month is definitely not enough. Therefore, I don't really understand why this academy would give me a month to teach you. Let me calculate."

Roland counted on his fingers.

“Four months ago, my opponent was an old man who, despite his age, was so strong that it was hard to believe he had one foot in a coffin. Two months ago, my opponent was a new type of monster that spewed out small monsters and strange liquids like a small hill. And today, my opponent is you.”

Upon hearing Roland's words, the students of Baiano couldn't help but feel a chill.

"So, judging from the schedule, they didn't invite me here just for show. They genuinely hope I can train someone. But it's still the same problem. A month... How about this: you guys choose yourselves partners first. Any pairing is fine—find someone nearby, someone you're close to, someone you see as a competitor, or someone who's left over."

Under Roland's command, the students, who were initially somewhat cautious, gradually began to let loose and make noise, forming teams in pairs.

Seeing the dozens of teams assembled, Roland nodded in satisfaction, ordered them to line up, and then moved on to his next step.
"Now, use the swords you've prepared at your waists to kill your partners! Remember, only one person from each group can survive. And the methods of killing your partner aren't limited to swords. Hammer, strike, pinch, bite, smash, stab, twist—the choice is yours. If you want to train a decent swordsman in a month, this is the only way. After all, on the battlefield, courage and fighting spirit are often more important than skill—ahhhhhh!"

The young swordsman Roland, harboring malice, ultimately prevented the students from engaging in a bloody battle.

Besides the fact that this era was ultimately a civilized one, it was also because a young female lecturer who had just started her internship at Baiano that year flew over almost sideways and kicked him far away with both feet.

"What exactly do you want my students to do! You bastards!"

Roland, who had been kicked far away, lay sprawled on the ground, covering her face with one hand like a young girl, watching the beautiful figure appear like a whirlwind.

"Has it been fifteen years already?"

With a look of reminiscence in his cloudy eyes, middle-aged Roland, just like he did back then, gently covered his face.

"It still hurts here, Sofia."

The Elson family cemetery was filled with desolation and old age. There was no trace of the once spirited Roland, who squatted in front of a tombstone and smiled as he spoke.

The name inscribed on this tombstone is "Sofia Elson".

"Oh? You've learned to lie all these years, you filthy thing. It's not like I kicked half your face off, how could it still hurt like this?"

The figure that appeared silently and gracefully that day was dressed in all black.

Despite his signature white hair and pointed ears, Roland still responded amicably to the "uninvited guest."
"Long time no see, teacher."

"Are you trying to turn your crotch into stone by calling me 'teacher' again?"

Hearing these highly aggressive words, Roland, who didn't really care about this treatment anymore, simply changed his tune, feeling both amused and exasperated.
"Alright. Long time no see, Lady Livis."

"When Sophia was still alive, no matter how much time passed, Lady Livis always looked the same. But after she passed away, it hasn't been long, and Lady Livis seems to have aged so much. Oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry! Don't change! Please don't change! At least leave me one side!"

In the cemetery, Roland screamed incessantly.

It's probably unimaginable to anyone in the world that the "Sword Saint of Peacetime" would sometimes have such "intimate" exchanges with the "Tree Witch".

"Sigh, now that things have come to this, I even feel a little nostalgic for things like this." At this moment, Roland, who didn't care about his image at all, sighed with relief.

Perhaps Livis's behavior seems extremely excessive. But everything is relative.

Compared to all the things Livis did when Roland and Sophia were dating, turning a part of her body into stone is really child's play.

Pursuing a disciple of a tree witch without being favored by her is truly a hellish challenge.

However, it can only be said that being favored by the Tree Witch is also a hellish experience.
"Perhaps it's because Sophia is so perfect in every way that she has a tutor to balance things out."

"You've spoken your mind, you idiot."

“Aa ...

After a long while, after screams that would have spread throughout the area and caused rumors of the Elson family cemetery being haunted, Roland suddenly felt a cool sensation down his spine.

The coolness penetrated his body directly, nourishing and filling the inside of his already riddled body.

"Lady Livis?"

Roland, who had been lying on the ground, turned around and looked at Livis with a puzzled expression.

Livis, expressionless, began to condense droplets of green water, healing him. And it wasn't just healing the injuries she had inflicted herself.

"It's nothing, just a kind of magic that we've been experimenting with and researching recently. It's perfect to have you, this filthy thing, as our experimental animal."

"Teacher, you actually research healing magic?"

Roland, who had accidentally misused the form of address again, felt a pang of anxiety as soon as he finished speaking.

However, the expected thunder did not arrive, and Livis simply replied indifferently.

"I was just trying to prove it."

prove?

What exactly are they trying to prove?
Livis didn't give specifics, but Roland felt he could guess.

The Tree Witch must be trying to prove that even if her healing magic reached its peak, and even if she stayed by Sophia's side the whole time, she still couldn't reverse the outcome when Sophia was about to pass away.

Otherwise, the western border might already be scorched earth.

Because the Tree Witch will take her anger out on the person who "snatched" her away from her after her disciple's death.

So, is this something to be thankful for?

Roland's expression was one of only sadness.

"If you continue using that sword technique, your body will be torn to pieces sooner or later. It seems you've been using it quite frequently these past few years. Is it because you don't want to let Sophia go even after she's gone?"

"No, no. It's just that there have been a lot of things happening in the Dark Forest these past few years."

In response to Livis's warning, Roland simply shook his head to brush it off.

"I don't care at all what your specific thoughts are. I just don't want to be forced to take on 'that' out of necessity."

As Livis spoke, a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.
“Even today, I maintain that Sophia used magic to make you conceive and give birth to her. But she is, after all, Sophia’s continuation, proof that she existed.”

"You can simply call her Sofia's daughter!"

Roland was also puzzled. Their daughter was so smart and clever, so why did everyone around them...
Ok.

You can fool others, but don't fool yourself too.

"Oh? The 'daughter' you're talking about is throwing mud at others, but she's gotten herself covered in it. Heh. Looks like something in the mud she was grabbing stung her, and she's rolling around in the mud—"

"Xia Luoluo!!!"

Roland, who couldn't help but shout and try to stand up, was pushed back down by Livis and continued to receive treatment.

However, he now has a growing thought that he should pay more attention to his health in the future.

Time passed gradually.

Roland, who was forced to stand in front of his deceased wife's grave and receive treatment from her teacher—a scene that was nothing serious but inexplicably strange—slowly realized something.

Actually, the Tree Witch isn't that heartless.

Or perhaps it was precisely because the Tree Witch was too compassionate that she transformed into the most hateful being in the world during the period when he was pursuing Sophia.

Just as Livis still genuinely considers him "dirty," she wouldn't stand idly by and watch his body fall apart.

And so, Roland, who had been struggling with this decision for a long time, made a decision in his heart that he would never be able to judge whether it was right or wrong, no matter how many years passed.

"Sometimes people can be unusually arrogant and unreasonable. This may be because there is a huge void in their hearts that cannot be filled in an ordinary way."

Drawing on his own experiences, Roland spoke with particular feeling.

"Oh? You want to lecture me? Do you need me to connect your neck and tailbone into a ring?"

"No, no, no! Oh no! That's not it! Okay, okay, I'll put it another way."

It can only be said that the Tree Witch's questions are often not really seeking the other party's opinion.

"It's like this. I adopted a very interesting child. A child that Sophia would definitely want to teach herself if she were still alive. A child with outstanding talent, and also with an unfillable void in their heart—"

It was an afternoon.

On the afternoon of the anniversary of the death of Sofia Elson, the foster mother of Ritas Berengrom Elson.

An elderly woman, aunt, or older sister who looked young appeared before Ritas.

"I've heard that you yourself have mastered a lot of magic?"

As Ritas was wiping away the mud splattered on him with a handkerchief, the "big sister" who had just arrived asked him this question.

And from then on, a long teacher-student relationship began.

(End of this chapter)