The Academy's Barbarian

Chapter 61.1 - It Is Not Your Decision (2)

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In the midst of the duel between Ulan and the Count, a tangible tension gripped the air, thick with anticipation.

As the two of them closed the distance between them, they seemed to dissolve into thin air, a telltale sign that the Master's domain had been activated. Yet, as it did, the domain barred even the sight of ordinary folk.

Clang! Clatter! Thud!

The resounding clash of weapons reverberated, yet nothing was visible to the naked eye. It was as if they battled in the midst of teleportation, leaving Berge utterly perplexed, his brow furrowed.

"...Do you see anything at all?"

"No, I don't see anything."

Deflyn shook her head. Even if she was an archmage, it was impossible to follow the Master's Domain with her eyes.

"I can sense it, though."

"What do you mean?"

"The epicenter, where Ulan and the Count clash, is the sole location where the natural flow of mana has been disrupted," Deflyn replied.

"And what does that signify?"

"It means there's an intense surge of mana swirling around, potent enough to sever the normal flow of mana. If you accidentally get caught up in it, you could be half-dead."

In other words, it was as dangerous as it sounded.

Berge, with a renewed anxious expression, continued to observe the duel, hoping that no harm would come to Ulan.

Yet, that momentary distraction was short-lived. Berge's musings were abruptly interrupted by Deflyn, her gaze repeatedly flicking in his direction.

"What have you been looking at so much?"

"Hehe, well, you see," Deflyn chuckled nervously, her voice trailing off before she mustered the courage to speak in hushed tones, "Given the current circumstances with Ulan, my research..."

Of course, you will extend the period a little more, right? Deflyn was about to ask that, but Berge's thoughts veered in an unexpected direction.

"Of course it has to be a no-go. You couldn't stop Count Istan and Ulan from meeting, could you?"

"Ahaha, you're joking, right?" Deflyn attempted a feeble laugh.

"Do I appear to be joking?"

"......."

His face was serious, devoid of any amusement.

Did she realize that the situation was going wrong? Deflyn soon slumped her shoulders. In the midst of this, inspectors approached.

"Reporting to the Dean."

"We have secured some suspicious people."

"Hmm? What is this about?"

"We captured two students who were hiding in the forest and watching this place."

Students were watching?

As Berge frowned at the unexpected statement, the Inspector held up something. It was a student ID card confiscated from the captured students.

Noah Darshen. Year-1. Class-3Alll latest novels at novelhall.com

Ibella Elearde. Year-1, Class-2

"If they're in Class-3..."

they were in the same class as Ulan.

He felt like he had a general idea of how the situation had unfolded. Berge's eyes narrowed, and the Inspectors asked cautiously, "What should we do?"

She didn't even bother to read it, just signed it, as if it wasn't important right now.

"Now tell me."

A brash attitude. Berge furrowed his eyebrows. However, that was only for a moment. After retrieving the oath, he nodded in agreement, "That's right. It's as you guessed."

"Huh? That means...?"

"Ulan is not an expert. He's a powerful figure who has reached the realm of a Master."

"......!?"

The moment speculation turned into certainty, disbelief and shock flickered in Ibella's eyes.

Did she realize it? Dean Berge added further explanation, "Of course, it's not easy to understand with common sense. But in a situation like this, denying what's happening right in front of us wouldn't be right, would it?"

After finishing his response, with a gaze that showed wrinkles around his eyes, he looked towards the duel. A battle that still eludes the eye. He gestured to a scene allowed only for the Master and spoke in a calm, advising tone, "If you have no other questions, then watch."

Masters had a significant impact on even the most skilled swordsman simply by swinging their swords. And if it was a battle between Masters, then how much more so?

"You may not be able to see inside the domain, but even so, this battle will be of great help to those who walk the path of the sword."

"......."

However, there was no need for advice. Even before Berge's words were spoken, Ibella had already turned her gaze to the dueling grounds.

It was an instinctive realization. Even if it couldn't be seen, it had to be engraved in the eyes.

It was the same for Noah.

For completely different reasons, of course.

'...Ulan was a master?'

His eyes were filled with confusion and shock. It was natural. Ulan becoming a Master was only possible after the age of twenty-seven.

'It's impossible! Even if he had the Mark of a Hero, the speed is too ridiculous!'

No matter how outstanding Kazan's abilities were, it wasn't enough to narrow down ten years. So, what could be a variable to surpass these years? With eyes that trembled in agitation, Noah bit her lip, feeling an uneasiness that she could not seem to calm down.

Is this world really.......

the world of [Arsene Continental War] she knew?

With these sudden questions and doubts

Noah's gaze trembled incessantly, like a candle flickering nervously in the wind.

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