For All the Mages to Enjoy

It was like tossing out an empty can.

Looking at Amures, who had fallen to the ground and was writhing in struggle, then at Moran's side, which had suffered no losses at all.

Kayneth had already made his decision.

"Professor Kayneth, I haven't lost! I haven't lost! I will never lose to someone with such inferior bloodline!"

Amures roared as he endured the pain and got back to his feet.

Moran had beaten him into a literal pig's head.

His face was so bruised and swollen that his eyes were nearly invisible. From the narrow slits between his eyelids, flames of hatred endlessly spilled forth.

That was right, it had to be that way!

As long as he used Magecraft, he would not lose!

His opponent was merely the legitimate son of a lesser branch with inferior blood. How could he compare to someone as naturally gifted as him?!

"If I use Magecraft! Trash like him! Could never possibly stand against me!"

Amures seemed to have gone mad.

Magecraft rapidly gathered in his already fractured palm.

In an instant, a blazing fireball like a heat haze condensed into existence, its temperature hot enough to melt steel spreading outward.

"Amures! Are you insane?! Magecraft isn't allowed in this match!" Waver said in panic.

"What does it have to do with you?! I just need to prove that people with inferior bloodlines like you—!"

Amures did not listen to Waver at all.

His hatred-twisted gaze stared fixedly at Moran. All he could think of was tearing that proud face to pieces.

The desire for revenge seeped into his bones like poison.

He wanted to use his talent and Magecraft to intimidate Moran, to shatter the confidence and composure Moran had maintained from the beginning.

He wanted to drag the victor down into the muddy swamp.

Yet he could not even accomplish this revenge.

Moran watched the blazing fireball Amures had gathered, his expression remaining completely relaxed.

Not even a trace of tension or worry could be seen.

He's still looking down on me at this point?!

His shame-fueled rage was the final straw that crushed his reason.

"Bastard! Die!"

Amures shouted and hurled the fireball.

The entire sequence happened far too quickly.

Most of the students had no time to react, and could only stare dumbfoundedly at this farce.

"Boil, my blood. (Fer.mei.sanguis)"

At the same moment the fireball was thrown.

A murmured chant reached everyone's ears.

In a flash, a silver torrent muddy enough to burst through a dam rushed onto the field, positioning itself between Moran and Amures.

The fireball was tightly enveloped the instant it touched it.

Its scorching heat was swallowed and buried.

A droplet-like liquid appeared, successfully preventing this farce from escalating any further.

Faced with this situation.

Amures fell into a daze.

Then the cold, judgment-like voice rang out, pouring cold water over his furious flames and extinguishing them completely.

"Amures, are you treating the rules I established as though they do not exist? Magecraft is not permitted in this self-defense class based on academic exchange, yet you violated the rules I set."

Kayneth's gaze was incomparably cold.

The overflowing silver liquid flowed back to his side, condensing once more into a sheep-sized droplet of liquid.

Volumen Hydrargyrum.

It was one of Kayneth's Mystic Codes.

Everyone present had heard of it.

"I, I... no... I...!"

"Enough. In the end, it was my judgment that was wrong. I am disappointed. Compared to foolish students who defy me in class, I despise uncouth brutes who do not even observe the most basic etiquette of a Magus even more. What future could a Magus who does not even follow the rules possibly have?!"

Kayneth sighed before speaking sternly.

He had no sympathy for those who broke the rules.

"Professor Kayneth! Please give me one more chance!"

"No, Amures. You were the one who cast aside the dignity and honor you possessed. Accordingly, you must be prepared to bear the consequences. Everything in this world is bound by rules; without rules, there can be no order.

Amures, my El-Melloi classroom has no need for people who do not follow the rules. This is the consequence of violating them."

Kayneth said coldly, his hands clasped behind his back.

He had no intention whatsoever of shielding Amures.

He did not even give Amures a chance to plead his case.

Upon hearing such a cruel verdict, Amures seemed as though he had been cast from heaven into hell.

Not a trace of color remained on his face.

Kayneth loathed those who trampled upon a Magus's etiquette.

Amures had stepped right onto that landmine.

In some sense, he deserved this punishment. No one sympathized with Amures.

Although Moran was challenging conventional wisdom.

His actions had not violated any rules.

Moran had reasonably overturned the common sense Kayneth had always believed in. Amures could not be compared to him at all.

The former was a new-era Magus who challenged the unknown and shattered conservatism.

The latter was merely a rule-breaking brute.

Common sense could not possibly remain unchanged forever.

In Kayneth's eyes, Amures, who had not even realized the enormous gap between them, was so pathetic that it left him speechless.

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As Volumen Hydrargyrum dissolved before him.

Moran released the fingernail he had been pressing with his index finger.

If Kayneth had not stepped in just now, he would most likely have flung out his blood and put on a live demonstration of magical beast summoning.

If that had happened, then the scene would truly have been exciting.

That was also why Moran had nothing to fear.

To some extent, he was a walking magical beast production factory. He could even create fantasies from the Age of Gods.

A mere little fireball was nothing to fear.

Amures sat down heavily on the ground, his face ashen.

Kayneth had passed judgment on him.

Obviously, the victor of this match had already been decided.

"So... does that mean we won?"

Waver awkwardly scratched his cheek with his index finger.

He only found it utterly unbelievable.

A battle he had believed they were certain to lose from the very beginning had actually been won in such an absurd way.

"Whether we won or not, that still depends on Professor Kayneth's judgment, doesn't it? What do you say, Professor Kayneth?"

Moran spoke in a cheerful tone.

He even deliberately raised his voice so that everyone around could hear.

As though he was afraid someone might miss it.

Quite a few people instinctively glanced over, unable to suppress their curiosity as they waited to see Kayneth's reaction.

Kayneth, who had never tasted defeat until now.

Had now been defeated.

No one knew what kind of uproar this would cause at the Clock Tower once word spread, nor did they know what attitude this genius would take.

"This academic contest goes to Waver and Moran.

Student Moran, I have seen here the proof you spoke of—that one's innate nature does not determine everything."

"Professor Kayneth, besides announcing my victory, there is more you need to announce, isn't there? Such as your defeat!"

"Hmph, you..."

The corner of Kayneth's mouth twitched.

As he looked at Moran's almost overflowing grin of delight.

A sense of displeasure, as though he had fallen into a trap, arose within him. Yet he could not go back on his previous promise.

His pride and arrogance would not permit it.

As a noble, he had to be responsible for his words and actions.

Just as Kayneth was thinking this.

Moran's next action made his vision go dark.

"Come on, everyone has a first time. I definitely can't miss the honor of making Professor Kayneth, who has never lost before, personally admit defeat! Hey! Did any of you bring something that can record audio?"

Moran raised a hand and called out to the people around him.

Waver felt somewhat uneasy.

Though this was Kayneth's first defeat at someone else's hands, he was still the renowned Lord El-Melloi.

Was making such a loud declaration really appropriate...?

Waver truly could not bring himself to play around like Moran, but having boarded the same pirate ship, there was nothing he could do.

"Student Moran... I have a camera... It should be able to record video...!"

"Oh, oh! This will do in a pinch too! Thanks!"

Moran borrowed a high-tech camera from Camus.

Camus, who had spoken to Moran, was blushing furiously, completely unaware that she was aiding and abetting evil.

Girls in love never noticed such things.

"Student Moran, is this really necessary? I am your teacher, after all... Shouldn't you show some respect for your teacher?"

Kayneth tried hard to calm his emotions.

This guy was asking for a beating. He was far too smug.