Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 252 Dance Partner
"Is the treatment center something like a rest stop or save point for you?"

In the afternoon, amidst the complaints of the Bathing Goddess, Ritas, who looked much better after sleeping for half a day in the academy's treatment center, got out of bed.

"Sleep helps the body recover."

Ritas casually explained that his actions were not without logic, and picked up a letter from the small table beside his hospital bed.

This is a reply to the letter he left for Dr. Tree before he took a break.

As the most unique individual in Erles Academy, Doctor Tree remained as shy as ever and was unwilling to see anyone.

Ritas had thought of Sir Him's symptoms, so he wanted to ask him what terminal illness he had.

Even the highly skilled Dr. Tree couldn't accurately diagnose the patient's condition based solely on the description. Therefore, he simply listed a few possibilities and suggested that it would be best to bring the patient to his clinic for a definitive diagnosis.

"To the treatment center?"

While it's not like such an opportunity doesn't exist, doing it in this way feels somewhat inexplicable.

Knowing full well the destructive power of his curiosity, Ritas pondered for a moment and then temporarily set the matter aside.

Ritas's foot injury wasn't serious; at least the bone wasn't shattered or anything, so he's basically recovered by now.

However, just to be on the safe side, Ritas decided to use a cane for one more day.

As evening approached, Ritas returned to the empty classroom he had borrowed.

The place was much livelier than it was in the morning, thanks to the arrival of members from the new Magic Ball workshop.

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"How tragic!"

Just as the goddess of bathing lamented, looking at the seminar members lying haphazardly in various corners of the empty classroom, clutching their legs or feet, it's hard to imagine that this is a dance practice.

At this moment, the person practicing dance with Elise is a student from the Blue Tide Class named Shami Verisandre.

She is one of the initiators of the reorganization of the New Magic Ball Seminar and is currently the president of the seminar.

With fiery red hair and a tall stature, Shemi, a former member of the Magic Ball team competition, speaks in a somewhat masculine style and usually appears very dashing.

But under the shadow of Elise's enormous body, Shaymi looked trembling with fear.

Although it was somewhat better than in the morning, Elise, who had her arms outstretched around Shaymi, still looked as if she wanted to grab him and devour him.

At that moment, Elise had no time to be distracted, and neither did Shamy. So, even when Ritas came to the empty classroom, they didn't notice.

Amidst the still-lingering music, with a painful howl, Shaymi collapsed.

She was actually being very careful, and her athletic ability was also quite good. But unfortunately, Elise's "aggressive urges" were far stronger.

"Shaymi—!"

It's fortunate that Ritas, the pioneer, advised those who followed in the New Magic Ball Seminar to wear shoes with strong protective capabilities. Otherwise, the academy's treatment center would have been overflowing with people that day.

"cough"

Ritas coughed lightly, interrupting the farcical scene unfolding in the classroom where Elise was holding the dying Shemi, as if it were a scene of life and death.

"Professor! Uh... are you alright?"

Upon seeing Ritas's return, Elise's face lit up with joy, but as she looked at the cane he was leaning on, her expression turned to guilt.

Iris breathed a sigh of relief after Ritas explained that the cane was just for insurance.

"What should we do, Professor? At the current pace, it doesn't seem like we'll be able to make it in time for that grand event."

"Iris said with a worried expression."

Ritas glanced around the classroom, meeting the pleading looks from the other members of the new Magic Ball seminar. He realized this wasn't just a question of whether they'd make it to the banquet, but whether these members could even handle it.

"Let me think."

Ritas's mind raced through the images from before. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke again.
"I don't think the problem is with you that Elise's students can't master this kind of social dance."

"real or fake?"

Not only did the Goddess of Bath feel that Ritas's pampering of his students was becoming increasingly outrageous, but even Elise herself was stunned, seemingly unable to understand what Ritas was saying for a moment.

"This kind of social dance is very old-fashioned and hasn't changed much over time. This has led to the assumption that the man is taller, has wider shoulders, and has a larger stride than the woman. Moreover, the dance steps are designed based on these factors. In other words, given Elise's student's conditions, if you don't mind, choosing the man's dance steps will allow you to perform better."

Ritas suggested.

While the goddess of bathing was marveling at how "little Ritas could actually come up with a reason," Elise, who hadn't hesitated for long, readily accepted Ritas's proposal.

“I don’t mind, Professor.”

Generally speaking, whether a female student is treated as a male student or vice versa, it is something the student himself is unwilling to do.

Especially those with unusual physical conditions like Elise.

However, Elise doesn't seem to have this problem.

All I can say is that Elise, with her long, pinkish hair and gentle, downturned eyes, appears from afar to be a gentle and quiet young woman. Only when you get close, or when she's playing sports, will you involuntarily exclaim, "Hmm?" So, she hasn't suffered any losses or developed any psychological trauma in this regard.

"Then, it still comes down to the dance partner."

After Ritas glanced around the classroom, Shemi, who had been sitting up, lay back down peacefully when she saw Ritas's gaze fall on her.

Actually, Ritas didn't think Shami was a suitable dance partner for Elise. She was too short compared to Elise.

Previously, when Elise danced as a woman, it was always such a ferocious sight. Now that Elise has switched to the dominant male dance steps, it seems she really is going to "devour" her weak, helpless, and short dance partner.

Ritas felt that his height was just barely suitable.

He could accompany Elise during practice, but it certainly wouldn't be appropriate for the actual performance. And while changing partners at the last minute might not be a big deal for others, it would be a major problem for Elise.

Once the candidates are narrowed down to the trainees, where do you find tall male trainees willing to dress up as female characters in front of everyone?

Grenville might be able to, but he doesn't seem like someone who can dance social dances like that. So, it would probably take much longer to teach Elise, let alone guide her.

However, if the scope is further narrowed down to aristocratic students who can dance, then presumably very few aristocratic students would be willing to lower themselves to do such a thing.

Ultimately, why are all the participants in this new Magic Ball workshop female?
After glancing around the classroom again, Ritas frowned. Male aristocratic students with no self-respect, whom he could freely persecute. Or, female students of similar build, preferably taller than himself.

Where can we find such demanding conditions?
Suddenly, Ritas's furrowed brows relaxed. Because he had indeed thought of a suitable candidate.

"Am I just imagining things? Does walking like that hurt your feet more?"

Later in the day.

As Ritas walked strangely through the special dormitory area, carrying a disc in one hand and leaning on a cane in the other, the goddess of bathing, who had been observing him for a long time, couldn't help but point it out.

It can only be said that Ritas's workplace injury is probably not serious.

Arriving at the mansion he had visited a few days earlier, Ritas rang the magic bell at the mansion's gate.

Soon, a series of chaotic sounds rang out in the mansion, followed by a series of hurried footsteps, and the main gate was slammed open.

A tall, somewhat disheveled-looking girl appeared at the entrance of the mansion.

The girl, who seemed quite flustered for some reason, visibly relaxed when she saw that the visitor was Ritas. Then, her right hand, which had been behind her back, naturally fell down, revealing a finger puppet on her little finger.

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So, does this person really intend to keep this hobby a secret?
Rather, it's a good thing that this level of secrecy didn't become common knowledge within the academy.

After a moment of silence, Ritas hardened his expression and spoke to the girl.
"Long time no see, student Langna."

As night fell, Ritas returned to the empty classroom for the third time.

This time, Langna accompanied him.

Langna has been having a very bad time lately.

It wasn't like this until a few months ago.

At that time, she was not only about to become a Grand Mage, but her status in her mysterious organization also suddenly began to rise steadily. At the upcoming academy exchange meeting, she was entrusted with the grand finale project related to mythical beasts, and even the famous "Tree Witch" expressed high hopes for her.

Countless attention and expectations are focused on her.
But even under these circumstances, one day she suddenly discovered that she could no longer use magic.

That felt like the sky was falling.

At first, she simply made excuses to avoid and decline all contact and appointments from the magical community and her organization. She believed that her condition would improve in a few days. She also saw no need to tell others about her problems, lest everything she currently possessed vanish overnight.

However, as time went by, she discovered that she simply couldn't use magic no matter what. She became indifferent to matters of fame and fortune.

Completely at a loss and having missed her chance to ask for help, she simply hid away, feeling helpless.

As she hid, she realized that her actions didn't seem to have the significant impact on those around her that she had imagined. Or perhaps, for the first time, she realized she seemed to have the right to be willful. But she didn't know how long her willfulness could last. She also didn't have much time to think about these things.

She even started to think that disappearing from the public eye without anyone noticing wouldn't be so bad.

However, Langna has recently started to panic again.

Because, while she might be able to fool the magical community and mysterious organizations, what if the Tree Witch messed up the academy exchange program she had arranged for herself?
Furthermore, if it were just a poor performance, there might still be room for maneuver. But if he skips the match altogether, who knows if the headmaster, who has supposedly become more lenient, will really not be angry?
As the official competition day approached, Langna became increasingly anxious.

Her nerves became exceptionally sensitive, and nothing she did could relieve the pressure she was under. Furthermore, she became sensitive to the slightest sounds, easily startled by the slightest disturbance.

Not to mention, once the magic bell rings, it sounds like a death knell.

To be honest, Langna didn't know how she ended up in an empty classroom after following Professor Ritas away from the mansion.

Looking back now, she probably thinks the reason she's become so neurotic is because she's locked herself away for too long. So, if there's a good reason, going out for a walk wouldn't be a bad idea.

As for dancing, her increased fame led to more frequent appearances at various banquets. Having received some training, she could handle anything except highly specialized dances.

But Langna was somewhat disappointed that the "Elise student" who was supposed to be her dance partner at the banquet was clearly a girl.

She tugged at her hair, which she had been growing for a long time but still looked like short hair, and sighed softly.

"Now is not the time to do these things."

With these thoughts in mind, Langna raised her head and looked around, hoping to see which petite and adorable junior she was, and wishing she could become her "knight".

Then she saw a shadow looming over her.

"Nice to meet you, Senior Langna."

".Huh?"

Looking at the girl in front of her, whose face she had to tilt her head up slightly to see clearly, Langna couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Why does Langna seem a little shy?"

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Soon after, seeing the two of them get to know each other briefly, explain the situation, and then start practicing, Ritas's anxiety gradually subsided.

As the goddess of bathing said, it seemed that something was wrong with Langna, who was inexplicably being hesitant and awkward.

But overall, what the two are doing now finally looks more like dancing than wrestling.

"It should be a good thing for Langna to be willing to help. After all, since she can't shine in the competition, she can make the most of the preferential treatment she has received at the academy by helping the winner of the competition in a different way."

"Don't say that to her personally."

"I'm not stupid."

Just as Ritas was making some rather sarcastic comments in the corner of the classroom, the scene that often occurred that day unfolded again in the "dance floor" in the center of the classroom.

Elise, whose limbs were still somewhat out of her control, once again accidentally let her foot stomp down with the force of thunder.

Realizing she had messed up again, Elise made a gesture of mourning for her fallen comrade.

But to everyone's surprise...

As a faint glow appeared at Langna's feet, a weak enhancement spell deflected Elise's attack.

(End of this chapter)