Basileo listened to Frondier’s explanation.
The concept of pre-casting, the conditions required for it, and the extent to which Basileo possessed them.
Of course, after hearing a sufficient supplementary explanation from Elodie.
“……Reservation. There is such a thing.”
Basileo’s eyes widened as if it was a completely new concept.
‘If Basileo doesn’t know, I think it’s safe to assume that everyone on this continent doesn’t know either.’
If he was Basileo, who wanted to overcome the limitations of a pure wizard, he would have searched through all kinds of books, and if there was a concept of pre-casting, it would definitely have caught his eye.
Well, if he knew, he wouldn’t have tried it.
“The problem is, neither I nor Elodie can do this technique.”
“……What about the other teachers?”
“Of course no one can.”
At least, there would be no one within Atlas who could do it.
There might be a hidden master somewhere on this continent, though.
‘It’s going to be difficult after all.’
There is no one who can do it, but he is recommending it to his student.
Maybe it’s more likely than high-speed casting.
As he was thinking that it would be better to help him become stronger in a conventional way within Frondier’s capabilities,
“Then if I succeed,”
Basileo asked with his eyes sparkling.
“At least in that part, I would surpass you and Teacher Elodie, right?”
Frondier was surprised by his words. Soon, his face turned into a smile.
He was a fearless disciple. He really took after him.
“Right. Not just me and Elodie, but you’ll be able to count on one hand the number of people who can surpass you.”
“……Good.”
Basileo nodded his head.
“If I do that, it’ll be even more amazing than high-speed casting, right?”
“……Hmm?”
“I’ll be able to become a wizard who can sweep away enemies by using high-speed magic alone, right?”
“……No, it’s separate from high-speed casting,”
Basileo was no longer listening to the story.
He was burning with determination, saying, “Whoa, whoa, whoa.”
“……Well, I’ll go see Pielott for a bit, so you guys practice on your own.”
Frondier left the classroom, leaving the three of them deep in thought.
* * *
Pielott does not participate in the Mage-Warrior training.
It was a decision made by Frondier, and no one else.
The reason, as he told Glaucus, was because ‘it was the most crude.’
‘It means something different from Glaucus.’
As the class progresses, the Mage-Warrior training will become a place where warriors are taught magic and wizards are taught combat.
Frondier is designing the curriculum thinking that almost all students will benefit, but of course, there are exceptions.
‘……I wonder if Pielott is doing well.’
Frondier increased his speed slightly and flew towards his workshop.
Needless to say, it has now become Pielott’s training ground.
Creak.
Frondier opened the door,
“Pielott, if you’re hurt anywhere,”
Worried, he spoke first and then closed his mouth.
Pielott standing in the center.
The bodies of giant spiders scattered around him.
“……Phew.”
Pielott let go of his sword and let out a sigh.
It seemed that all the battles were over.
‘……Azier Mk.2…….’
To check Pielott’s skills, he was left to deal with a number of golems.
Although not prototypes, these alone caused considerable trouble for the Empire’s pros.
They weren’t just simple golems, but golems that had acquired Azier’s martial arts and behavioral mechanisms. They were incomplete, but they could even mimic the Falling Edge Swordsmanship.
“You defeated them all.”
“Ah, yes. Senior.”
Pielott bowed his head to Frondier.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No.”
It didn’t sound like he was bluffing. Even in Frondier’s eyes, his body was fine.
‘He’s already well past the pro level.’
Thinking back to when he first met Pielott, it was a new feeling.
Pielott of the past, who was full of arrogance and foolishness, only trying to defeat Aster.
If the current Pielott saw himself back then, he might die of shame.
‘The current Pielott doesn’t need the same strictness as back then.’
Frondier felt sorry for Pielott, even though he didn’t show it.
He didn’t know when Pielott would go back to that, so he deliberately treated him differently from Dier in the past.
Pielott knew that Frondier’s attitude towards him was clearly different from his attitude towards Dier. He knew the reason why too.
Wasn’t that going too far?
The childishness and greed that a child who hadn’t even become an adult would have enough of. What Pielott had wasn’t even that much.
“……Good job.”
Frondier said without realizing it.
Words spoken by instinct rather than deep thought.
Frondier usually judged such things as ‘mistakes,’ but this time, he had no intention of taking it back.
“Yes?”
Pielott looked at Frondier as if he had misheard.
Then he smiled and shook his head.
“I still have a long way to go.”
Those words of Pielott were not mere formality.
A long way to go. The small anxiety and anger that appeared on Pielott’s face when he uttered those words. It was proof that he was fully aware of his lack of skill.
“Pielott. As I said before, you will not be participating in the Mage-Warrior training.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“You probably won’t be able to participate until I leave Atlas.”
“I know that too.”
There was no wavering in Pielott’s eyes.
Seeing that, Frondier confirmed that his teachings were not wrong, and felt relieved.
“Pielott. When I taught you until now, I was always worried that you would go back to the past. Your past self was dangerous. Most of all, it was most dangerous to yourself. Childishness and arrogance are the easiest shortcuts to death.”
“Yes. I am keenly aware of that now.”
“But that’s why I always thought of you as a student. But now, I think it’s time to change that perception.”
Frondier raised his hand. The fallen golems turned into obsidian, scattered, and flew towards Frondier.
“Pielott. Right now, you are the most unbalanced of all the students I teach. Your ability with Aura is outstanding, and your recent techniques are applications of it. But because of that, you are still immature in other areas. That’s why you allowed Glaucus to land a blow on you.”
Frondier said.
Pielott, who had blocked Glaucus’ overwhelming speed with his sword.
He called that ‘allowing.’
As if it was only natural for Pielott to deal with it perfectly.
“The Mage-Warrior training is not important to you.”
Frondier raised his spear.
It was the same spear of Azier that he used when facing other students. But the weight and look in his eyes were different.
“Such a thing is a waste of time for you right now.”
“……Yes.”
“Here, you will grow at the fastest possible speed, without worrying about anything else. I will also stop thinking of you as a student.”
Frondier had never made Pielott’s training dangerous before.
He spoke coldly, but it was because he didn’t want Pielott to go astray, and the training he actually conducted did not exceed his physical capabilities.
He would now stop such care.
“Do you still want to surpass Aster?”
“……!”
Pielott was surprised by the question. But immediately after, his eyes lowered endlessly, and he entered a fighting stance.
“……I’ve never stopped dreaming about it.”
“Good.”
Frondier smiled.
“I’ll make it happen.”
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