Chapter 27

Chapter 27

“Pathetic…”

Deculein halted the class with his scornful remarks. The classroom fell silent momentarily under the Head Professor’s raw disappointment. Deep sighs soon followed. The debutante wizards felt their dreams deflate as they hit a wall. Deculein’s magic was immovable. His [Psychokinesis] was like a heavily defended, impregnable fortress that simply commanded a response like ‘How can [Psychokinesis] be like this?’ out of those trying to siege it.

Based on their universal knowledge, [Psychokinesis] was easy to learn and familiarize oneself with. Still, if they didn’t have the aptitude for it, the output would be weak. It certainly wasn’t a branch of magic that could be considered minor. Hence, his [Psychokinesis] itself was already a masterpiece. That begged the questions, ‘What in the world is Deculein’s other magic?’ and ‘How pure is his mana?’

Using such justifications, those in a lower caliber than the Head Professor didn’t fall to their sense of shame even if they were looked down on and treated like filth. The sullen silence ended in three minutes.

“Ah, that sucked.”

“If I knew how to do that, I wouldn’t be a debutante.”

“Does he like toying with us?”

“How did he get all those mana stones, though? He would need to use a huge sum of money for those.”

“He’s known to throw money away. I mean, he did spend two hundred million Elnes at the auction house. In a single day.”

“Two hundred million?!”

Such backtalk excitedly filled the classroom.

“Waaah…I’m dying. By the way, how did you do it, Ifi? I thought I was going to die.”

Julia asked Epherene upon recovering from her loss of consciousness. Epherene glanced at her and simply shook her head.

“…I’m not sure either. I can’t explain it.”

Still, when she did it, she felt like she might die from joy. To exaggerate a bit, she felt a similar sense of accomplishment to when she passed the tower’s entrance examination. The target was Deculein’s magic, which was why she tried as hard as if her life depended on it for those thirty minutes.

“Just tell me how it felt.”

“Lie I puss a trin wid ma barrhends.”

“Are you trying to say it’s like you pushed a train with your bare hands?”

Epherene nodded. Deculein’s magic was almost like a Roahawk boar. Just like the beast’s very distinct taste that couldn’t be compared with any other pig’s, his magic was leagues apart from the other professors in the tower.