"That young man has great determination, but I don't think he can beat his opponent," said Viscount Demian.
"Yes, great determination," Dylan scoffed in his mind, then said to his father,
"It's a shame he'll lose. He's a kind person, and he was the first friend I made when I arrived at the academy."
"If he's so brave and determined, you've made a great friend," added Anelia to encourage her son, because it would soon be Dylan's turn.
...
In the combat arena, Evon breathed heavily as he watched his opponent.
The wizard pointed his mid-level staff at Evon.
Evon saw the stone bullets and ice icicles that were still forming, and tried to run with all his might while infusing his sword with mana.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Evon cast a magic slash that destroyed some of the spells that were forming, but then a stone bullet hit him in the stomach, causing him to vomit, and an ice shard lodged in his shoulder. He then fell unconscious to the ground and had to be picked up by academy employees who took him to the coliseum clinic.
Dylan would have laughed if he had been alone, but he held back his excitement.
"He did pretty well," Dylan murmured, and his parents agreed.
After Evon's fight, Dylan said goodbye to his parents and headed to the waiting room, as there was only one fight left before it was his turn. No one was too surprised by how badly Evon was injured for two reasons. First, because the conflict between the different kingdoms had forced the powerful nobles to remain vigilant and cultivate their powers so that they could serve as a shield to protect the kingdom of Acadis and the powerful royal family. second, the Celestial Academy had an excellent clinic with excellent healing potions and magicians with great mastery of healing and regenerative magic.
...
Dylan waited lying on the sofa in the dressing room prepared for participants whose turn to fight was approaching.
His head rested on the lap of a pretty student with long black hair, pale white skin, and dark blue eyes that looked like a great abyss. She was a beauty, her growing body already showing signs of the exquisite curves she would have in the future.
"Dylan, do you really want us to fake a battle?" asked Miriam Selforiant, the beautiful blue-eyed student.
"Yes, otherwise it would be boring and my parents might get suspicious. You can never be too discreet," said Dylan as he read a book on intermediate magic that he had requested from the library.
...
Minutes later, the teacher in charge announced the match between Dylan and Miriam.
Dylan entered the combat arena and greeted the audience with grace and elegance.
The audience was captivated by the charisma of the handsome student.
When the professor announced the start of the combat,
Dylan used a wand to create rudimentary stone bullets that were shattered by magical daggers created with cutting magic.
Dylan ran around the battle arena, sometimes rolling on the ground, other times creating magical barriers as the daggers continued to approach.
Until, minutes later, he stopped and waved his magic wand, not caring that four daggers had struck his body, causing three spears of earth to emerge, piercing Miriam's legs and the arm with which she held her magic wand.
...
Anelia paled and let out a cry of anxiety when she saw her wounded son bleeding for the first time.
"My little one. It's my fault for being weak," Anelia lamented and wiped her tears with a handkerchief offered by her husband.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine; he didn't even use his elemental affinity, he relied on the power of the magic wand to crudely manipulate the earth element; he probably doesn't want other opponents to see his tactics. He's quite a clever boy," Viscount Demian explained to his wife.
...
Dylan waved to the audience once more before leaving the stage, then walked down a hallway and headed to the coliseum clinic.
After walking for a few minutes, he arrived at a room dominated by the color white. He sat down on one of several white stretchers and waited for a beautiful sorceress, who was also a professor at the academy, to heal his wounds using healing magic.
Shortly after, Dylan put on a new uniform and returned to the stands where his mother ran towards him and gave him a big hug.
"I'm fine, Mother. You remember that my father told me there was a clinic where they treated the wounded, so I kept that in mind." Honestly, I was more concerned about the injuries suffered by the young lady I fought. Dylan said to his mother in a calm and warm tone.
"You have such a pure heart, my beloved Dylan." Anelia kissed her son on the forehead, then the two walked over and sat down near Demian.
...
Alger Cremore vs. Osval Desceruat
Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly; he hadn't been able to see Alger's fights because they always took place before his own.
"So that's the antagonist. He only resembles the physical features described in the novel, but of course, without the gloomy style and some scars, he doesn't seem to be doing so badly as to become the antagonist. It's strange that he's part of the Academy. I hope you don't cause me any trouble, or I'll have to eliminate you," Dylan thought.
...
A handsome young man with wavy black hair, neither long nor short, red and gray eyes, white skin, and a calm expression entered the combat arena wielding a beautifully crafted silver sword. He was Alger Cremore.
His opponent was a muscular young man, 1.80 meters tall and of average appearance, who held a heavy black iron spear in his hands.
...
-Begin!
Bang!
The audience fell silent at the sight of such genius.
The spear propelled by Osval's strength was easily deflected and redirected toward the ground by Alger's technique, strength, and burgeoning aura, who ultimately guided the blade of his sword to Osval's neck.
-Winner: Alger Cremore!
...
At that moment, Dylan felt the urge to shoot a magic drop at Alger to make his head explode.
Dylan felt as if he had witnessed the skill of his nemesis and disliked it greatly, although he hid it very well.