Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 17, Defensive Magic

The afternoon class is still a magic practice class.

Since Ritas was forced to rest for a while, the magic practice class, which could not be taught by a substitute teacher, fell behind the originally planned course schedule.

After lunch break, the students returned to the magic training ground on time.

And by Ritas' side, there was only the maid An, who was pushing an empty wheelchair back.

".Where's Adeline?"

Until this moment, Ritas had no idea that pushing an empty wheelchair back and forth was a rather surreal sight.

"The young lady cannot miss the afternoon tea time, so I will take her place in the afternoon."

Ann replied with her usual deadpan expression.

"What does she think of her job?"

Ritas couldn't help but frown.

Could she even find a perfunctory excuse?

He was absent without permission, and let his followers take his place without even bothering to find an excuse. Ritas could only think that this was a provocation from Adeline.

Seeing that Ritas was showing displeasure, perhaps thinking that he had not replaced An well, he blinked a few times, sat on the wheelchair, and cast a look at Ritas, asking, "Is this okay?"

"That's not the question! Anyway, tell Adeline when you get back. I'll record this in the evaluation book for the tutor's assistant. It's her freedom to abandon her position without permission, and it's also my freedom to report her actions."

Ritas said after calming himself down.

Since she was a tutor's assistant introduced by Livis, Ritas didn't expect Adeline to help him much from the beginning. But even so, she couldn't even complete her job, which was beyond Ritas' bottom line.

"Professor Ritas, I need to state again that my maid costume is just a hobby. I am not a real maid, let alone your maid. Therefore, I am not obligated to follow your orders."

An stated in a tone that was almost flat.

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When Ritas heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he opened his mouth slightly and was speechless for a moment.

"It was just a joke, Professor Ritas. I will convey your words to the young lady."

After An finished speaking, he turned his head and looked straight ahead.

And after a long pause, Ritas finally managed to say, "Ms. An, you are not suitable for joking."

"Just call me An, Professor Ritas."

Ritas also had his share of difficult times.

During that period, whenever someone approached him, he would say, "All human troubles come from interpersonal relationships, so I don't need to socialize."

About six years later, Ritas suddenly felt that that might be the right period of his life.

Taking a deep breath, Ritas, who was so aroused by Adeline and her servant that he almost wanted to give up his post to have tea, pressed the switch of the metronome.

The course officially begins.

"In the practical class this morning, you have already tried to figure out how to gather magic particles to a minimum. In the afternoon, we will try to make those magic particles that cannot be seen with the naked eye materialize, that is, use magic."

As soon as Ritas spoke, most of the students showed excitement on their faces.

Ritas felt nostalgic for such an expression.

No matter which wizard it is, the day when he or she first learns magic is definitely the happiest day.

And afterwards, it cannot be said that there is no fun and happiness in practicing magic. It can only be said that along with those fun and happiness, there will be many negative emotions.

"Pick up your wand and concentrate. Follow the process you learned in the practical class this morning. Close your eyes and start imagining."

Ritas guided the students in a steady voice. At the same time, he used the Truth Peeping Mirror to check whether the students had successfully gathered the magic particles.

As expected, Miriam was the first to do it. Moreover, Miriam once again gathered a number of magic particles far exceeding that of an ordinary person.

Because he was worried that Miriam's gathering would affect other students, Ritas deliberately arranged his seat far away during the afternoon practical class.

Although Miriam easily demonstrated his extraordinary talent, Ritas believed that it would take time to observe and prepare whether he should be taught according to his aptitude or given special guidance.

A period of one month to one semester is more appropriate.

Similarly, as for Iris, who was at the opposite extreme from Miriam and had an extremely small amount of gathered magic particles, Ritas also thought that there was no need to rush to respond for the time being.

On the contrary, Ritas felt that Merci's current situation was the one that needed to be resolved in the shortest possible time.

Otherwise, once Mercy adapts to or remembers the struggle of gathering magic particles under restrictions, it will likely affect her future development.

"Next, when I shout 'disperse', you will disperse your concentrated energy and empty your mind. I recommend taking deep breaths. Then, when you gather the magic particles again, imagine an object that can protect you. Remember, it is an object, not a powerful person or beast."

Ritas continued to guide the students.

After repeatedly emphasizing the method of gathering magic particles and that they were about to cast defensive magic, he taught them the common spell that needed to be chanted when casting defensive magic.

"Uh, Breedo..."

"Uh, Breedo--" "Uh, Breedo--"

In the magic training ground, the sound of students from the Yew Fir School chanting spells echoed one after another.

The same spell, but everyone uses different rhythms and pronunciations.

What Ritas was doing was to correct their chanting in a serious manner.

"Cadet Miriam, your initial pronunciation is too loud. The first two syllables should be pronounced with a caressing sound."

"Student Grenville, you have been pronouncing 'eh' as 'lei'. If you are unable to pronounce the correct sound, you can stop and feel the changes in your tongue as you pronounce the word normally."

"Student Iris, your pronunciation is very standard. The problem of failure is not in the chanting. You can slow down the intervals between attempts. Concentration is the most important part of casting magic."

"Student Engel, don't prolong the ending of the spell."

"Student Sylvie, you should have noticed that you unconsciously raise your voice a lot when you chant."

"Student Mercy, are you okay?"

Mercy bit her tongue while chanting.

In addition to the six students, An was also shouting "uh, buri" nearby.

Sitting in a wheelchair, chanting at high speed without holding a wand, Ritas felt that this was more like performance art than assisting in teaching. Was this person imitating a broken magic tool or something?

Ritas's attention stayed on An for only a moment, and then he continued to "correct" while patrolling.

I don’t know whether these students will be grateful to him or feel annoyed after knowing the “truth”.

Ritas thought so in his heart.

Teaching students as a mentor, Ritas finally understood why the person who taught him magic at that time had such a complicated expression.

There is a big lie about magic in the entire magic world that cannot be known unless you reach a certain level. Moreover, it is a white lie.

That is, casting magic does not actually require chanting.

The essence of magic is the communication between the caster and magic particles. But magic particles, as an existence, simply cannot understand what humans are saying. Even if they use something as inexplicable as "magic particle language", to magic particles, it is no different from the howling of wild beasts. Of course, the premise of all this is that magic particles have "hearing".

Therefore, the way the caster communicates with magic particles is never through words, but at the level of soul and will.

So, what is the meaning of spells?
The answer is to use it as an opportunity and as a form of self-hypnosis.

Even if you tell new magic apprentices to communicate with magic particles with their souls and will, they will definitely not be able to do it. Moreover, it is very likely that they will not be able to do it for a long time or forever. Even if you ask those who can do it, how they did it, this is a question that they can't answer at all. At most, they can just say "it's based on my feeling".

But there is a carrier called "spell". Regardless of whether the carrier is really useful, it at least makes the abstract concept that was originally untouchable become concrete to a certain extent.

Spellcasters convey their wishes and needs through spells. Although magic particles cannot understand spells, they can feel the will attached to them and respond.

In addition, the stronger the will of the caster, the higher the success rate of the spell. However, human hearts are complicated, and the strength of this will is also uncontrollable.

At this time, if the caster has some spells that he thinks he is good at and pronounces perfectly, then his confidence in chanting will naturally become the fuel that makes his will stronger.

Sometimes, some mages would wonder, since most magic is done by magic particles, why when they overuse magic, their voices don't break down, but their brains become groggy and unable to think.

In response to this, the magic community created the concept of "magic power". However, most mages don't know what "magic power" actually refers to.

"If you are in real pain, I suggest you go to the medical room for treatment."

Recovering his somewhat scattered thoughts and trying his best to remain calm, Ritas continued his "guidance".

In the magic world full of talented people, Ritas was not the only one who felt that there were some problems with the current way of practicing magic. But no one could find a better way.

Perhaps in a few dozen or hundreds of years, or maybe in ten years, the magic world will launch a revolution around "magic chanting".

By then, the wizards of the new era will look at the wizards of today and think that they are in the "wilderness", just like the wizards of today look at the wizards of four hundred years ago who didn't even know what magic particles were.

"Professor! Did I succeed?"

Just as Ritas was patiently correcting Grenwell's accent, Miriam's excited voice came over.

Ritas looked over and saw that there was indeed a small translucent round shield in front of Miriam.

The small round shield was gray all over, somewhat similar to the type of magic particles that Miriam had gathered.

There are only two types of magic particles generally recognized by the magic community, namely elemental particles and non-elemental particles. As for the subdivision, almost every academic circle centered on each college has different ways of division.

According to the classification method of the Eris Academy circle, among the non-elemental particles, the gray-silver ones are called "enhanced particles" and the dark-brown ones are called "weakened particles."

About 70% of the particles summoned by Miriam can be considered enhanced particles.

"Very good, student Miriam. Don't forget this feeling. After you calm down, follow the process of dispersing magic particles and release the magic. Then, wait a few minutes and try again."

For a moment, the other students gave up on saying "Uh Bridu" and started to watch Miriam.

Following Ritas' instructions, Miriam remained still for a moment and then chanted again.

As the spell sounded more and more ridiculous, another translucent grey round shield floated in front of Miriam.

Ritas didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the shield Miriam used for the second time was more solid than the first time.

"Oh! It's a little small, but it's somehow handsome."

Grenville, who had always been hanging out with Miriam since the beginning of the school year, stepped forward and patted the small round shield with his hand and sighed.

From the sound, the small round shield is indeed solid, but the material is undoubtedly not metal but something between cloth and wood.

"Go away, break it again!"

Miriam drove Grenwell away in dissatisfaction, fearing that her masterpiece would be dirty.

"Even if it's the first time you use it, defensive magic won't collapse so easily. Therefore, defensive magic is always the most trustworthy magic."

Ritas narrated seriously.

Although he could see that Miriam and Grenville were just joking, Ritas didn't want Miriam to have the impression that his defensive magic was "fragile", even if it was just a chance.

"In that case, Professor Ritus, why don't you cast a few spells at my shield?"

Miriam said eagerly. After all, he was still a teenager, so he was able to use magic successfully in a short period of time after officially contacting magic, which made him somewhat inflated.

"can."

Ritas also wanted to try it out, so he pointed the practice wand in his hand at Miriam.

Miriam looked at the tip of the wand not far away. It was fine at first, but after looking at it for a while, she inevitably started to get nervous.

You know, the other end of the wand is what Grenville said, the professor's eyes.

Just as Miriam was getting more and more nervous and felt like she was about to sweat, Ritas temporarily put away his wand.

"No matter what the reason is, it looks terrible for the instructor to use magic to attack the students, doesn't it?"

Ritas, who suddenly recalled the scene of Engel being hit like a ball by magic from both sides, said hesitantly,
"How about I throw a stone at you?"

"Well, Professor, I think the scene of throwing rocks at students is inexcusably bad."

Sylvie, who was standing by, spoke rationally from an objective perspective.

Before we knew it, the classroom had become a "no man's land." Students no longer raised their hands before expressing their opinions.

"That's true."

Ritas nodded and pointed his wand at Miriam again.

After thinking for a while, Ritas "chanted" the basic water element magic and sprayed a column of water horizontally towards Miriam.

(End of this chapter)