Chapter 55

Elton and Heather watched the battle from afar and saw perfectly well with the help of several spells of divination magic how everyone fought. Elton was generally pleased with the students' battle, he would not say that it was especially good, but he did not dare to call it bad either, since everyone accepted "death" with dignity. Even those who were initially horrified by this.

"Now I'm sure it's worth my time to train them." He said as he watched the last student leave for the academy.

Heather turned her head with a questioning look on her face and decided to clarify.

"Professor Elton, did you ever think that it might not be worth it? They are the children of high nobility and each has a [Rare] class."

Elton nodded and decided to clear things up.

"That's the thing Heather. I was a commoner who entered the academy as the most third-rate The Magician's Apprentice [Uncommon] and I learned everything there. Especially how the children of nobles do not value small things and rely on artifacts instead of developing mastery in magic. And in general, arrogance often ruined many, since over time their development slowed down and they could not admit it." He said looking into the distance.

"Were there really no people who relied solely on skill?"

"No, everyone had several artifacts which they relied on instead of developing magic beyond its normal limits.. Of course, I don't argue that they were good at their specialty magic, but they were monotonous and relied on artifacts in every unforeseen situation. That's why most of them are now dead, they didn't learn how to solve most things with their magic and died when the artifact was unsuitable, or failed. And that's not to mention their arrogance. Tch! It's so sad, those who showed great promise died because of such trifles!" Elton said with a little regret.

"I don't understand, as far as I know, everyone in my class is alive."

"It's because of the war with the Undead Eminence, most of those who couldn't adapt to fighting against surprise attacks and tricks are dead, and that's not even counting the countless hordes of undead."

"I read about it, but was it really that serious?"

"Yes, very, very much so. For example, the entire main branch of the Ghost Blade clan was killed, in addition to the current head of the clan and his brother. And as you know, he is [Mage Killer] [Epic].

"That doesn't mean much to me, I haven't seen any members of the Undead Eminence and the Ghost Blade Clan in action."

Elton smiled widely and placed his hand on her shoulder to properly convey the message of what he had said.

"That's good. The undead themselves aren't particularly strong, but their members rely on the most vile magic besides that. And those who see the Ghost Blade Clan in battle are usually dead afterward. Their clan isn't called ghosts for nothing, because once you see them alive, you're dead."

Heather only nodded slowly in response. Elton clicked his tongue because she didn't believe him.

"Oh, kids these days. They can't take anything at face value. Let's fly, we should finish all our business in the forest and return to the academy."

"As you say, Professor Elton."

Elton cast a flight spell for both of them and gave control of one spell to Heather, having put enough mana into it before. They took off and immediately went to the orc shaman. It took them only a few minutes of flying to find her. She was kneeling in front of her daughter's corpse and crying loudly. There was no one near her, as the sacrificial magic had driven everyone mad.

She paid no attention to them, so Elton decided that he should do something. He cast several [Mind Magic] spells to calm her down and convey the entire messages of the conversation perfectly, while probing her mind to find all the necessary information.

The orc calmed down and rose from her knees to look at them with more hatred, but she did not cast any spells. Elton nodded and began to talk, looking down at her.

"Hortensia, your magic was completely unnecessary. And all for the sake of killing them as quickly as possible?"

Hortensia growled loudly in her own language, but decided to answer clearly.

"Yes, they killed my children and my daughter! They should be dead!"

"You should have left, of course I myself didn't realize that they would have enough strength to kill your husband and daughter, but you yourself are to blame for this."

Hortensia growled even more furiously and raised her hand to cast a spell, but nothing happened. Her rage subsided and she decided to ask.

"How do you know all this?"

"I'm a [Great Arcane Mage] with the [Mind Magic] [Epic] skill, you can't possibly have any secrets from me." He said with a hint of smugness and tried to direct her mind to what she thought was a secret.

This answer made Hortensia even more angry and she decided that the conversation was over. Despite the great inequality of forces, she created a sacrificial spell.

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Elton and Heather simply watched this, drawing different conclusions for themselves. Elton was surprised by the specificity of [Karmic Magic] in this spell, and Heather looked at Hortense's soul and saw how it began to blacken.

"Professor Elton, she turns herself and all those like her into a living curse of rage, using the power of the spirits."

"I see Heather, although not so well, I know the "Soul Gaze", but I only need to look at the karmic threads near her to understand all this" After watching her for some time, continuing to dig into her mind. Elton decided that this was enough and in a second he wove a level 4 spell "Mind Destruction".

He extended his hand and a transparent wave of mana expanded from him, flying towards Hortense. Her Aura had already begun to take on red and black colors, but when the spell reached her, the aura began to dissipate and Hortense simply fell to the ground and died instantly.

"Okay, there really is a Witches' Sabbath here. As far as I understand, they were their pets. Eh, and at first I thought they were especially smart and religious orcs. I couldn't find out what kind of witches they were, but it's worth reporting."

"Konechno Professor Elton."

Elton took one last look at Hortensia's corpse. And began to create a spell that would kill every orc and goblin in this forest for many kilometers. Even for a Great Mage, this was a difficult task considering how much mana he poured into the spell. A blue three-dimensional model of the spell formed in front of him, adjusting it as he saw fit and pouring more mana into it, he activated it.

The spell flared and expanded so that a light blue light spread from it at great speed throughout the forest. Elton said nothing more, but simply flew to the next place. Heather also decided to remain silent and went after him.

A few minutes later they landed at the troll's cave. Elton didn't spy on him, but cast a spell that carried sound through the walls and spoke.

"Troll, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Elton and Heather had only been waiting for a few minutes when a troll came out to them, holding a huge stone axe. With him was his pet [Great Shadow Panther] Mreu. He didn't look friendly at all, but Elton wasn't going to kill him.

"It's okay, I came to thank you on behalf of the students and perhaps on my own too." She said, raising her hands in the universal gesture.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Green asked, lowering the axe slightly.

"Your speech has improved a lot... The children lost to the orcs and went to the academy."

The troll growled slightly and answered.

"FOOL ORCS, I FEEL SOMETHING DISGUSTING HAPPENED, BUT YOU GOT RID OF IT. IT'S A PITY THE CHILDREN AND NATURE'S BELOVED ONE ARE NO LONGER HERE."

"Yes, actually thank you for everything , this is my gift." Elton said and released the prepared spell.

A blue light burst out from his hand and hit Green and Mreu's heads, knocking them unconscious.

"Professor Elton, I thought you weren't going to kill them?!" Heather spoke up with a little fear.

"Who do you think I am?! He may be a monster, but he is quite kind, I appreciate that. This spell should give them many new memories of various techniques and other useful knowledge. It's just that their minds are weak to understand all this without consequences."

"I thought that the Troll would be able to give you at least some visible competition along with the panther?"

"Perhaps, if I had to protect the children and you from a surprise attack. But he is no match for me and he knew it very well."

Heather looked at him again, uncomprehendingly, to which Elton thought again that this generation does not respect the opinion of their elders. And especially the opinion of the Mage of Reason.

"Who are you all like?"

"It's not that I don't understand that you're telling the truth, Master Elton, it's just that we've always been taught to be very suspicious of Mind Mages."

"Okay, it's time to go back to the academy." Elton said to which Heather nodded with even more joy and anticipation.

Elton took a dodecahedron out of his pocket and sent spatial coordinates. A few seconds later, a portal formed in the same place and they calmly entered it.

***

Dylan woke up with a start and immediately reached out to touch his chest. After confirming that it was intact, he relived the unpleasant memory and the pain of being crushed. Swallowing, he turned his attention to his surroundings. He was in a normal room, lying in bed, next to a window with a pleasant view of the garden.

Dylan got out of bed and He looked at himself, he was dressed in the academy uniform, but not his personal one, but a simpler one. He went to the table on which there was a note and an unknown runic device. On the sheet of paper, in neat handwriting, it was written that he was physically completely healthy, but if he felt morally killed, he should press the red rune on the metal plate. Then it was written that tomorrow morning he would start classes and he should rest.

After reading this, Dylan put the note on the table and took the chair that stood next to it. He moved it and sat on it to calmly think about everything that happened, watching the garden.

"Damn, dying is such a pain. But I got revenge on that bitch, it felt good."

Stopping talking to himself, he thought about his classmates, although he didn't like most of them, he still hoped that they would endure all the mental hardships well. He certainly didn't feed himself with the hope that they were alive.

Dylan caught himself thinking that he really should worry about them and smiled slightly. Shaking his head with a slight smile, he revealed his status and threw all his free stats into mana regeneration.

"Damn, this is really strong. Soon I will be able to kill orcs without any problems, even without techniques. But I guess this won't count as an indicator now."

Next, he opened the list of possible skills and searched for something very specific. In the midst of the battle against the orc shaman, he realized one painfully obvious thing. He had the [Arcane Will Magic] skill and the [Arcane Will Aura] skill, these skills worked perfectly together. One helped him better cast all spells and pour will into them, while the other increased his control over the mana and will in the aura. But was that really the limit? Although only gifted Mages and Great Mages could manipulate will, he had learned to do so even before he chose his class. Why hadn't he thought to look for the [Will Manipulation] skill? He was just a fool, he had never manipulated will outside of spells before and he didn't know how difficult it was or if it did anything at all. But in the battle against the orc, Dylan coated the sword with Will and felt like he had actually become better? He couldn't describe it, but the sword in his hands instantly became one with him. Previously, he had only felt this feeling when he had made a contract with the Nascent Spirit. And it was great, his swordsmanship grew by several levels at once.

Having found what he now considered so necessary, he quickly took up this skill.

Congratulations, you have acquired the skill [Will Manipulation] [Common] Lvl 1.