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Medium Prill's personal laboratory.
"Wow, Professor. You even have your own personal lab."
"I've been lecturing for three semesters already."
"I guess we shouldn't call you Nurse anymore. Should we call you Professor?"
"No, keep calling me Nurse. Anyway, that's not important. Here."
Medium Prill held out a potion bottle.
It's the third one since the second year started.
Adding them all up from the beginning, it's the ninth one.
Finally.
Next month is the tenth and final dose.
Davian took the potion and opened the lid.
"It's going to be extremely painful. You're amazing, Davian. Enduring it every time."
"It's all for my sake, though."
"Just endure today, and there's only one bottle left."
"I'm really looking forward to it. What will happen when I finish them all?"
"What do you mean, what will happen?"
"Oh, nothing. It just feels good. Like, after drinking all 10 bottles, I feel like I'll recover much better than I do now?"
"Really? I'm glad you feel that way, Davian."
Medium Prill doesn't know.
She simply prepared a potion for 10 doses and modified it to be taken once a month.
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[Medium's Potion]
―Rarity: ★★★★
―Increases the level of recovery and regeneration skills.
―Can be taken once a month.
―Upon cumulative consumption of 10 doses, one recovery or regeneration skill can evolve into an 'Advanced Skill'. (Includes consumption count of 'Recovery Skill Buff Potion' of the same type)
―Caution: Causes a state of abnormality for one day upon consumption.
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If he drinks all 10, his recovery skill, 'Blessing of Hydra', will evolve into an advanced skill.
Considering the efficiency of advanced skills like Fire Festival or Shadow Walk.
There's quite a big difference in efficiency between general skills and advanced skills.
'It already shows incredible recovery abilities now. What will it be like when it becomes an advanced skill...?'
Davian gulped down the potion in one go.
Gulp.
Crack!
The sound of bones shattering.
"Cough!"
Bright red blood spewed from his mouth.
Medium Prill, who had prepared in advance, put a white cloth to his mouth.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
His heart began to beat like crazy.
Every time his heart pumped blood, he felt like every blood vessel in his body was burning.
While gritting his teeth and enduring the pain to avoid looking unsightly.
His mind gradually became hazy.
'Now... only... one more... left...'
Thud.
Eventually, Davian lost consciousness and collapsed into Medium Prill's arms.
Medium Prill stroked Davian's head as he lay unconscious.
"You're amazing... Davian Naone."
"Ugh..."
Davian slowly opened his eyes.
'Looks like a day has passed.'
He turned his head while still lying down, looking for Medium.
Familiar blonde hair.
But it's not a bob cut.
"Latia...?"
"You're awake."
"How did you get here?"
"Medium told me to keep an eye on you because you were about to wake up. She went to class."
"Oh, really?"
Davian sat up.
Latia quickly reached out and supported Davian.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
Not just okay.
His body feels lighter than ever.
A phenomenon that happens every time he drinks Medium's potion, faints, and wakes up.
"You were sweating a lot. But now you look perfectly fine?"
"How long have you been here?"
"Since 3 hours ago."
"3 hours?"
Latia nodded.
"You've been here that long? Just sitting there quietly? Why didn't you do some mana training or something?"
"I was worried that if my mana moved abruptly, it would affect you. But what exactly are you plotting with Medium? Have you been coming here once a month for this?"
It's almost over.
It might be okay to tell Latia.
"It's just, you know, experimenting with a potion."
"Potion?"
"Yeah. A potion to boost recovery."
An unexpected question came back.
"Isn't it hard?"
"It is hard. I have to be unconscious for a whole day. And how much pain I have to endure before I faint..."
"Why are you doing something like that?"
"To get stronger."
"Ah..."
Davian suddenly became curious.
"Don't you believe that rumor?"
"What rumor?"
"About me and Medium..."
He tried to be careful.
But it was impossible for rumors not to spread.
It's been almost a year already.
Once a month, Davian goes to see Medium Prill, and then both of them disappear until the next day.
Some people were already saying that Medium Prill and Davian were in that kind of relationship.
And it wasn't just the students who believed the rumors.
"Oh, that rumor. I've heard of it. But I don't believe it. I saw you like this today, too. Oh, not that seeing you today is the reason. I didn't believe it from the start."
"Why don't you believe it?"
Latia paused to think.
"I don't know. If Davian, you were officially dating Medium, I'd believe it. But I can't believe you're secretly having that kind of relationship. You're not that kind of person."
"I see."
"Then I'm going. I need to go do some mana training, like you said. I wasted too much time."
"Okay, go."
Latia stood up, flipping her long blonde hair.
"Latia."
"Why?"
"Thanks."
"For what? Medium told me to do it."
After Latia left the professor's lab.
Davian, who jumped off the bed, was about to head to the lab door.
A bucket under the cot caught his eye.
The bucket was full of wet towels.
Dormitory common room for men and women.
"It's so nice that there are no midterms in the second year."
Liber replied.
"What's so good about it, Bellum? It could be that the four opportunities have been reduced to two."
"What opportunities?"
"What opportunities? The opportunity to advance to the next grade without getting expelled."
Only then did Bellum's mouth widen as if he had realized something.
"Ah...!"
"Now there are only two exams, one final exam in the first semester and one final exam in the second semester. If you mess up one exam, you're immediately a candidate for expulsion."
"Ah...!"
Taking four exams a year is only in the first year.
From the second year to the fourth year, it's twice a year.
From the fifth year to the seventh year, it's only once a year.
The further you go, each exam becomes more important.
If you don't get good grades on the exam, you have to prove your skills in other ways.
A commonly used method is to perform mission evaluations.
Going to solve various requests that fly to Elton Academy.
By the time you're in 6th or 7th grade, you spend almost the entire year doing these mission evaluations.
Bonita nodded.
"That's right. The weight of the exam has doubled."
"It wasn't a good thing!"
"Yes."
"Anyway, Davian, Latia. Have you thought about the festival performance this year?"
The third week of May is when the festival is held at Elton Academy.
A three-day festival.
On the last day, outsiders are invited to the academy, and each grade representative must prepare a performance.
Davian and his friends performed a play about the 12 traces of the Archmage in their first year.
Of course, the performance was not completed because Sarah bombed it in the middle.
Davian frowned at Bellum's question.
Latia sighed deeply.
Davian and Latia are still the grade representatives in their second year.
"What are you going to do? Davian? Latia? We did a play last year..."
Bonita, who was sitting with her legs crossed, opened her mouth.
"By the way, it's amazing that Elton Academy is holding an outside invitation festival again even after what happened last year."
Liber replied.
"It's a historically deep event. It's also the only event that invites outsiders once a year. Ah! All outsiders entering the academy this time must pass the spy detector Davian made."
Latia, who was crossing her arms, asked.
"Why doesn't Davian just show a magic demonstration or swordsmanship demonstration? Last year, we did a play because we were sure to be pushed back by the seniors. I don't think we're going to be pushed back now?"
Nubes shouted.
"Oh! That's a good idea. Davian will show magic demonstrations and swordsmanship demonstrations all by himself! He'll surprise the outsiders and flatten the seniors' noses!"
Davian shook his head.
"I was told to prepare a performance with the same members as last year."
At that moment, Bellum's face lit up.
He coughed a few times to avoid showing it too much, and then asked.
"Why? Who?"
"The head of the Swordsmanship Department."
"Leo, the head of the Swordsmanship Department?"
"Yeah. He said he didn't see our performance last year. He told us to perform together again this year."
"Was that what you were called to the department head's office for yesterday?"
Davian nodded.
"I heard the response was good. Even the bombing in the middle. He told us to prepare a proper performance with our friends again this year."
Bellum, who likes to take the lead, finally couldn't help but clap his hands.
"Then we have no choice but to prepare together?"
Liber said.
"Bellum, you don't look like you have no choice but to do it? You look like you're having fun?"
"Haha, does it show? But. What about you, chatterbox? Don't you want to do it?"
Liber grinned.
"Good. Haha! The Gray Bear Expedition is back! No, we should call it the Great White Shark Performance Preparation Team now?"
Bonita shook her head.
"Can you please stop putting those names on us? Are we some kind of circus troupe?"
"Anyway. The head of the Swordsmanship Department has ordered us to prepare a performance again! Carin will be with us this time... Then eight people!"
Davian asked with an expression of resignation.
"So. What do you guys want to do?"
Bellum shouted.
"Group dance?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Sorry."
Nubes asked.
"Strength show?"
"You do it."
"Sorry."
"Davian's glass craft?"
"Ugh."
"Sorry."
"Luna's show of breaking her own wrist and putting it back together?"
"Kyaak!"
"Sorry."
"A one-on-seven battle between Davian and us?"
"We'd still lose."
"That's why it's fun."
"Why would friends fight each other?"
"I guess not."
Then.
Carin opened her mouth.
"How about applied magic? It's amazing and cool."
Latia nodded.
"It would be impressive."
Liber asked.
"Applied magic? Professor Camilla Lucia's applied magic? I wanted to take that class... If I had known that the 4-element magic class was like that, I would have majored in 4-element magic."
Bellum asked.
"What do we do if we perform with that?"
It was about Bonita, Bellum, and Nubes, who are in the Swordsmanship Department.
Carin replied nonchalantly.
"Test subjects."
"What's that?"
"We shoot. You get hit."
Bonita jumped up.
"I'm not doing it."
Latia looked up at Bonita.
"How about blocking it coolly?"
Bonita, who was staring down at Latia, sat down again.
"If it's like that. I'll cooperate."
Latia turned to look at Davian.
"What do you think of Carin's idea? Davian. I'm in favor of it."
'Applied magic...'
Not a bad idea.
Carin has her uses.
"Okay. Let's prepare with that."
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