The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over

45 – Signing up for leadership (1)

Zikel Van Petunia.

He was a professor of magic at Arden Academy and was famous on the continent as an authority on resistance magic.

On the other hand, Zikelle was one of the characters who died without much activity in the game, but I remember that her personality was not bad.

Although he was abrasive, he was equal to all the cadets, did not avoid questions, and did his best to teach them what needed to be taught. He was like the standard of an academy professor.

From what I remember, it was definitely like that.

“Carmel Cadet.”

The appearance of Zikelle that I met in person was very different from the one I knew.

“This is so pathetic. “The person who knows that…”

You asked about resistance magic, and I just answered correctly.

Zikel frowned as hard as he could, clicking his tongue and trailing off his words.

From the looks of it, it seemed like he was trying to mention something that happened yesterday but stopped.

I understand. The academic side wanted to quietly move on from yesterday’s events.

I also didn’t want the matter to escalate, so I tried to quietly move on and focus on class.

But.

“Carmel Cadet. “I heard you left the group yesterday… What on earth were you thinking?”

“Because I’m a commoner? Or did you get the senior position by chance? Or is it because the bedding in Felix’s coffin was so comfortable that it made me feel soft?”

“Yesterday, I heard that there were several cadets who lost consciousness due to crude mental magic. So that you can reflect. “The cadets who weren’t practicing resistance skills all the time were poor bastards who didn’t even deserve to attend the academy.”

Throughout her class, Zikelle continued to try to disparage me.

Is that all she said? Every time she spewed out harsh words, she even looked at me with eyes full of hostility.

It’s as if she wants other cadets to criticize me like she does.

Sure enough.

While several cadets were whispering, Rachel’s voice, as if filled with venom, could also be heard.

“It looks good. “You acted like you were unlucky yesterday.”

Was it because of the angry voice?

Or was it because of Zikel’s incomprehensible hostility that was being pointed at me?

‘Did I do something wrong?’

I had to take the time to think seriously about what happened after I entered the academy.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find it. I have never done anything that would make Zikel look hateful, or personally given him an opportunity to do so.

‘I’m sure you hate me.’

Even if I didn’t do anything to Jikel, it is an undeniable fact that Jikel has changed.

This is why the butterfly effect is scary. One small cause that I don’t know about is causing such a big change.

‘I don’t know why he does that.’

No matter what kind of character Zikel was in the original work,

No matter how good Hilda said about him.

He is showing hostility towards me now.

For me, I decided not to be swayed by the original story.

So, can you bear it? We’ll have to adjust accordingly.

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So.

“Professor. Aren’t those magic circles too inefficient? If you draw just three more strokes like this, your mana consumption will be reduced by three times.”

“Professor, wouldn’t it be better to engrave this magic circle to resist confusion magic than to engrave that magic circle? This way, you can block oblivion and sleep magic with similar mana.”

“Professor, that magic circle seems like too much magic to engrave in your mind or to wear around you at all times. “I don’t think we can even stop the magic that unfolded in the ‘Cave of Training’ yesterday.”

I began to raise objections to every aspect of Zikel’s class that was lacking.

Even by mobilizing the knowledge I learned from my teacher.

Then the reactions of the cadets who saw this were divided into two.

“Hibb.”

“Camel… In moderation….”

The first ones are those who look at me like I’m a monster, like Daisy who hiccups when she sees my face or Rose who tries to stop me.

Anyway, Daisy, she seems to be reacting too strongly. I think I need to have a chat with him.

“You’re unlucky… Why are you being so rude to the professor?”

“···It is empathy.”

The second are those who look down on me like Rachel and Fran.

I didn’t pay much attention to it. Anyway, kids like that will quiet down as soon as you give them a look.

“···Carmel Cadet. It looks like you’re dissatisfied with my class. Please come forward. “I’ll give you a chance to prove it.”

Jikelle must have recognized this atmosphere and called me to the center of the training ground.

“From now on, I will use mental magic on the cadet. If it’s as you said, we can all stop it. However, if that is not the case, I will deduct points. Do you agree with this?”

“What if I block it?”

When I asked Jikel who had taken out the wand, Jikel frowned and answered.

“That may not be possible, but I’ll give it special extra points.”

“I understand.”

I wasn’t very interested in the additional points, but I nodded quietly and did something I wouldn’t have to do if Jikel was a being with magic power.

I lightly deceived the scales. I raised my mana and infused it into the resistance magic circle engraved in my mind.

Jikelle, with a frown, raised his wand straight towards me.

Magic with a dark-green color emanates from the wand.

The nature of magic can be understood through the celestial eye.

Confusion, sleep, illusion, forgetfulness.

You were very determined.

-Surrr.

But that won’t work for me.

All the magic fired from Zikel’s wand was dispelled and scattered in the air before it reached me.

“Wow…!”

“You’re dispelling all of that??”

“Are you crazy?”

Then we see the children’s surprised reaction and Zikelle’s wide-eyed expression.

“Not completely.”

In the meantime, Fran’s voice is heard. What are you talking about? I threw it all away.

“···He wasn’t just a mouthy guy.”

Look at that. Jikel, who used magic on me, also has an angry expression on his face and is sheathing the sword he drew.

“Camel Cadet showed other cadets innovative magic circles and exemplary resistance techniques.”

Jikelle turned away from me, looked at the cadets, and began speaking in a harsh tone.

“For this, I will give 2 additional points to Camel Cadet.”

Then, the atmosphere at the training ground starts to become noticeably agitated.

It was worth it. Not only did one cadet block the professor’s magic, but he also received 2 extra points.

‘Wait.’

I was returning to my seat, satisfied.

Something suddenly occurred to me, and I stopped in place.

Then he turned his head violently. To check Zikel’s waist.

“···.”

Sure enough. What was attached to his waist was not a wand, but a sword sheath. Even though it was clearly the wand that Zikelle took from me in the first place.

‘I was the victim?’

It was a question.

The level of magic performed by Zikelle was not high. Also, it was completely blocked.

As proof, all of Zikel’s magic has dispersed into the air, and no matter how much I look around, I can’t see the magic circle that is exerting influence on me anywhere.

“···.”

I sat down and looked at Professor Zikel, who was teaching the class again.

As Hilda advised, although he had a terrible personality, he was a professor from whom there was clearly something to learn.

****

After all, humans are animals that must continue to develop.

People who try to settle for the present are bound to end up buried in reality.

That’s why I decided to pay more attention to my own development rather than disintegrating myself because I fell under Zikel’s magic.

I plan to visit Zikel separately sometime soon and ask him. What did I miss and how should I respond?

To be honest, I felt glad. This was my first time coming here and thinking that I could learn something more.

“Carmel, where are you going?”

After class, I was about to head somewhere when Rose caught me and asked.

“Go first, Rose. “I have somewhere to stop by.”

“Okay… No, Camel.”

“Huh?”

“Tell me honestly. “Who else are you going to hunt?”

Rose’s question left her speechless. There are times when he is unnecessarily sharp, like he is now.

“I’m a fan of someone…”

“Do you think I don’t know how much I’ve lived with you? That facial expression is the facial expression you make when you hit someone. Especially those eyes.”

Was it like that? Without a mirror, I rubbed my eyes out of embarrassment and asked Rose back.

“When did we live together?”

“Sheesh. “It doesn’t work.”

“And I’m not going to beat anyone. “I’m going to apply.”

“Reception? I don’t think so, but no matter how I look at it, it looks like someone is trying to beat me up.”

At this point, I became curious. What kind of expression am I making that makes me so obvious?

Anyway, I told Rose the truth to ease her worries.

“I’m not going to beat anyone. “I could hit someone, but I probably won’t do that.”

“Isn’t that what a fan is?”

“No. “My goal is to take over, not to crush anyone.”

“···Let’s ask. “What are you saying you’re going to file?”

“Leadership Department.”

“Ugh, okay. Instead, tomorrow with me… huh?”

“Go first. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After saying that, I quickly turned around and started heading towards the leadership club room.

To report poor leadership.

No, to be precise, to have an in-depth conversation with Jane, who is from the same family as Seiji.

****

“Daisy, where are you going?”

When I got up from my seat, Faline asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“Let’s go first today. “Feline.”

“No, it’s because I’m worried. “The kid who was hiccuping throughout class is now looking like a warrior who is willing to give up his life to save the world.”

What do you think of my expression?

With doubts, I took out a mirror and started looking at my face.

“Huh…”

After a while, I had to nod my head in agreement with Feline’s words.

When I saw myself reflected in the mirror, I looked just as determined.

“What is a hero…?”

“Oh, sorry, Daisy.”

When I trailed off, Faline was embarrassed and apologized to me.

It was such a funny metaphor. It was also the trope I hated the most.

Because, as I inherited the blood of Bluemont, I had the damn fate of having to follow the hero in exchange for being able to use excellent subspace magic.

I didn’t like that. Even though our family was recognized by the empire and given the honorable title of duke, we were still called a family of porters.

It was only natural that I disliked beings called heroes.

“But where are you going?”

“There is someone I want to talk to.”

“Who? “Where are you?”

“Oops!”

After Faline’s question brought me back to my senses, I went straight outside and started looking for someone.

Camel.

There was something I really wanted to ask that scary man.