The following morning, Calca arrived early to the classroom as usual. This time, Damien was nowhere to be seen; she was the only one there.
She spread out her books to begin her routine preview. To an outsider, she appeared no different than usual, but only Calca knew what she had endured the previous night. She never expected that the person who would "decapitate her offline" would be Surshana. Although he seemed to be in a poor state himself—the soul-fires in his eye sockets having vanished, leaving him looking like a member of the walking dead—it hadn't stopped him from taking her out with a single swing.
Calca theorized that Surshana's appearance was likely triggered by her frequent "wool-fleeing" from Brilliant-Angel-Mao~Miao, activating some kind of defense mechanism. This meant that future entries into that space might be met with interference. Paradoxically, this made Calca a bit excited: If I can fleece the Wind God, why can't I become a "favored one" of the Dark God as well?
While being beheaded by a scythe was agonizing, after her cooldowns refreshed at 1:00 AM, Calca had treated herself to a combo of [Light Heal] and [Sleep]. Upon waking up, aside from a slight red mark on her neck, she was largely unaffected. Since the price was bearable, securing benefits became her top priority.
Surshana's condition suggested he was in much better shape than Brilliant-Angel-Mao~Miao; there would surely be more "wool" to harvest from him. Furthermore, Surshana was a professional magic caster, unlike Brilliant-Angel-Mao~Miao, who was a Paladin with "amateur" spell slots. A max-level undead mage like Surshana likely possessed a passive skill similar to Ainz's [Dark Wisdom], meaning his upper limit for known spells was incredibly high.
According to the Slane Theocracy, the Gods of Light and Darkness were the strongest among the Six Great Gods. If she could harvest knowledge from Surshana, she might obtain top-tier techniques like [Silent Magic].
Calca quietly put her books away. According to the revised curriculum, tomorrow—Friday—consisted of only three hours of magic training followed by the weekend. She planned to use the break to speak with her eldest brother, Caspond, about the matter of knights.
Previously, she hadn't been in a rush to acquire a Guardian Knight because the palace was heavily guarded. However, Surshana's appearance made her realize she needed to learn martial arts. The primary condition for "fleeing wool" was making physical contact with the target; if she didn't have sufficient combat skills, she wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of the Dark God's robes.
She needed an intensely loyal person to instruct her—ideally, a whole squad of knights.
At that moment, Calca looked at the magic circle being demonstrated by the priest on the podium. Those magic runes, which previously looked like mere patterns, now took on a distinct flavor in her eyes. It was like a modern person looking at traditional characters; though she couldn't recognize every single one, she could intuit the general meaning.
The runes she could now understand were all present in the magic circle for [Mist Bank]. It seemed that yesterday's "splitting headache" style of forced learning had yielded results far beyond her expectations.
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