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Mental magic.
Whether your mana affinity is high or low.
Whether you're skilled at controlling magic or not.
It's an equally difficult discipline for everyone.
The incredibly complex manifestation mechanism and endless transformations and expansions are enough to make most magicians give up on mental magic.
Most of the magicians who graduated from Elton Academy and made a name for themselves on the continent gave up on mental magic classes in their first year.
'Even the freshmen swordsmanship brats must know this.'
Libre, sensing that they would definitely continue to cause trouble, cast mental magic on one of the group while talking to Werner Dyke.
Anyone who has even a little understanding of mental magic would not imagine this was possible before seeing it with their own eyes.
No, they might have scolded him for bluffing without knowing anything about mental magic.
Analyzing brainwaves, matching them with mana wavelengths, causing drift, and sending electrical signals through the pishiector's brain.
This is not the kind of magic that can be done while having a conversation.
You have to concentrate your mind, recall numerous calculation formulas, input various on-site variables, and recalculate.
'Success!'
Libre did the difficult thing.
'Even Professor Liliana Rachel would have been surprised if she had seen it!'
He succeeded in casting mental magic while having a conversation, even while being threatened by the fearsome swordsmanship students.
Of course, the fact that they are fearsome is Libre's personal opinion.
He can't shoot wind element magic as quickly as Ratiana Karin, nor can he use swordsmanship together like Davian.
Running into such thugs without his friends is a disaster for Libre, whether the other party is a senior or junior.
'Okay, now I need to drive the wedge in.'
Libre manipulated the pishiector's brainwaves to make him speak again.
"I. won't. let. you. off. easy. I'll. make. you. all. puppets..."
At that moment.
The pishiector's brainwaves and the mana wavelengths emitted by Libre were perfectly synchronized.
"Get lost before I turn you into puppets and use you for life."
Now he doesn't twitch or stammer.
His eyes have also returned and he looks at each of his friends.
Some of them are startled and step back.
'Heh heh. Yeah. It's surprising.'
Eventually, some of the gang tapped Werner on the back.
"Hey, hey. Werner. Let's stop here for today. Okay? He's still our senior."
"Y-yeah. I think we've made it clear enough that we shouldn't underestimate the freshmen. Okay?"
In the meantime.
The friend under Libre's mental magic began to dance.
"Ugh..."
One of the guys at the back slumped down.
A bizarre scene.
A friend who was laughing and eating lunch with them until today is dancing in the middle of the road with a blank expression.
Even while dancing, his eyes continue to look at each of his friends.
As if telling them to leave quickly if they don't want to end up like him.
"U-ugh! I'm leaving!"
Eventually, one of them started running back the way Libre had come.
The dancing friend opened his mouth again.
This time, he sings as he speaks, adding rhythm and beat to the dance.
"I've almost figured out all of your brainwaves. Soon I'll turn all of you into puppets at the same time."
Eventually, even Werner Dyke took a step back.
It was a step that was taken unconsciously.
No matter how much he's from a prestigious swordsmanship family and a genius swordsman, he's still just a 17-year-old kid.
"Five Sends. If you don't leave by then, you'll all become puppets of the great Senior Libre Specula. Hahahaha."
Another one runs away.
He's afraid of Werner Dyke's vengeance, but it's better than becoming that senior's puppet here.
Another one turns his back and runs.
"Tch."
Werner Dyke opened his mouth.
"Okay, let's stop here for today. Next time, keep your eyes open, Senior."
He doesn't completely back down until the end, perhaps because he's conscious of the gang behind him.
To play the leader with such a gang, it's most important not to lose momentum at any moment.
The dancing friend's mouth opened again.
"Okay, goodbye juniors... Ugh!"
The dancing guy's right ankle stepped on a pebble and twisted.
At the same time, his left foot caught on his right foot again and he fell straight down.
Bang!
Originally, with a swordsman's athletic ability, he would not have fallen or would have avoided injury by putting his hand on the ground.
But now he is being controlled by Libre.
He fell headfirst without defense and hit his head on the ground.
At the same time, the connection with mental magic was severed.
"Huh? Uh..."
Ash was put in the finished rice.
Libre's eyes shook for a moment.
And.
The predator Werner Dyke did not miss the scene of the herbivore in front of him being flustered.
The predator ordered the hyenas following him.
"Now's the time! Attack!"
The fear of becoming a puppet turned into madness in an instant.
The hyenas rushed in without thinking, thinking that if they didn't knock down the third-year senior in front of them right now, they would be next.
Thud! Thwack!
A ruthless beating and kicking began.
"W-wait! Ugh!"
Libre, who curled up, shouted, but the hyenas who had already lost their minds couldn't hear him.
After a long period of violence.
"Hey, get out of the way."
The predator steps forward.
"Hold this bastard up."
The hyenas grab the herbivore's armpits and lift him up.
"This bastard. What? Puppet?"
Thwack!
The predator's ruthless violence began.
Davian asked, startled.
"What? Libre submitted a leave of absence?"
Bellum, who had rushed over, said, barely catching his breath.
"Yeah. I heard he submitted it through the family's butler? Libre has returned to the Specula family."
"Why all of a sudden?"
"I don't know either."
It was the first news of Libre, who hadn't been seen for days.
He said he had submitted a leave of absence and returned to his hometown.
"Davian!"
This time, Nubes ran over.
"Look at this. I think it's a letter that was delivered to our room this morning."
Libre's signature was written on the outside of the letter.
Bellum, who was looking in from the side, said.
"This is definitely Libre's handwriting! Libre is the only one among us who can write so beautifully."
Davian snatched the letter that Nubes was holding and opened the envelope.
[Hello, everyone.
I'm down in my hometown right now.
Actually, I've been under a lot of stress lately.
All of my friends are talented people who are the center of attention at the academy, and I've been thinking that being among them is nothing more than a nuisance.
I don't want to be a nuisance to you.
I'm going to take a semester off and think about things.
Don't worry about me and take care of yourselves.
From Libre, the leader of the Gray Bear Exploration Team.
P.S.: Don't bother coming to visit or anything, and just manage your grades well.]
"What... is this? Why all of a sudden, Libre?"
Latia and Karin had also approached by then.
Latia's hand, taking Libre's letter to read, trembled slightly.
"Something must have happened."
This time, Bonita ran over and read Libre's letter.
"There's something going on. Has Libre ever told us that he's a nuisance?"
Bellum replied.
"No. He didn't even say that when he actually caused trouble."
"But what does this mean? He's taking a leave of absence because he's afraid he'll be a nuisance to us."
"It doesn't make sense."
"That can't be."
Davian, who had been pondering for a moment, opened his mouth.
"I'll go to the Magic Department Head and ask him to hold the leave of absence. I'll have to go see Libre."
"I'll go with you!"
"We'll go too!"
Davian shook his head.
"Something must have happened, but it doesn't seem like it would be good to go in a group. I'll go alone. I'll definitely bring Libre back, so don't worry."
Bonita grabbed Davian's arm.
"Be sure to bring him back, Davian. You know what a leave of absence means at our academy, right?"
Davian nodded.
Elton Academy has a leave of absence system.
Anyone can submit a leave of absence if they are unable to attend the academy due to unavoidable circumstances.
But.
Elton Academy doesn't have a system like grade retention.
Even if you submit a leave of absence, you must complete the semester with your classmates and advance to the next grade.
If Libre takes a semester off as stated in the letter.
It means that his name will be on the list of students subject to expulsion at the same time as the end-of-semester evaluation.
Respecting freedom, but all responsibility lies with the individual.
This is the educational philosophy of Elton Academy.
"You're saying you want me to hold Libre's leave of absence application?"
"Yes. I'll go and bring him back."
Sirims Andrian, the Dean of the Magic Department, stroked his long beard.
"The leave of absence was submitted by Libre himself. It's not an issue that you or I can arbitrarily decide to hold or not."
"It wouldn't have been his own will."
"Then?"
"Something must have happened. You saw Libre's achievements during last year's final exam. You also know how seriously he's researching mental magic with Professor Liliana Rachel right now. Unlike before, the current Libre would never submit a leave of absence knowing he would be expelled."
"Hmm... Not his own will. Then what is it? There's a leave of absence here with Libre's handwritten signature."
"There must have been unavoidable circumstances. He wants to attend the academy so much, but he might make this choice because he's afraid he'll be a nuisance to his friends. That's just a momentary foolish misconception and can't be said to be his own complete will."
Sirims Andrian looked into Davian's eyes.
"You really care about Libre Specula, Davian Naone."
"He's my friend."
"Things that are clearly stated in the school rules cannot be erased in the name of friendship."
"Please give me two days. I'll prove that this leave of absence was not Libre's own complete will. There must be unavoidable circumstances."
After a moment of silence.
"So be it. Libre's leave of absence will be formally accepted in three days."
"Thank you, Dean of the Magic Department."
The center of the Campus Plains.
The Specula family's castle.
Even though it was just the third son's academy friend who visited.
The family head, Moldin Specula, stepped forward himself.
"Welcome, Davian Naone."
Davian is not only the third son's friend.
He is also the center of the Davian Alliance, which the Specula family has formally decided to participate in.
"Hello."
"You must have come because of Libre, right?"
"Yes, Family Head. Can I meet Libre?"
Moldin Specula shook his head.
"I'm sorry. He asked me not to guide anyone from the academy to him."
"How is Libre? Is he okay?"
"Davian."
"Yes, Family Head."
"I can trust you, right? You can revive my son."
"What do you mean? Is Libre hurt somewhere?"
"Actually..."
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