The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

While staying at Vivienda Magic Academy for a month, I had learned one amazing fact.

That the rice here is incredibly delicious.

Lunch time, I took three plates after arriving at Vivienda’s cafeteria.

I watched as the nobles hardly ate the food on their plate.

In terms of this world, I had the taste of a commoner while the nobles found the food here unsatisfactory.

A greasy whole roasted chicken, a medium well steak, and a cheesecake that when it enters my mouth, I become drunk on its savory taste.

The cafeteria was buffet-style and you could take as much food as you wanted, but not a single person beside me did so.

I usually stayed until very late, eating.

It’s because I take a lot.

Today as usual, when I went to fill my seventh plate, I saw a student who arrived late to eat.

Araceli Linecare.

She entered the school as the top student, but was unlucky to meet Fiolen who suppressed her in every way, and now even the professors have turned their backs on her.

She looked so weakened, and even her movements were sluggish, so I wondered if it was the same child from a month ago.

“Miss, the time is over now…”

“Ah…”

Araceli sighed softly at the chef’s words, picking up her plate.

She was the one who broke the mealtime regulation anyways, so there is no excuse.

She nodded helplessly, then turned around.

‘Well…’

I don’t have to mind her.

But somehow I felt a little sorry.

The child was a victim of the protagonist.

“Araceli.”

“…Hm?”

She turned her head when she heard me.

Then, I was slightly surprised.

Because hidden in her eyes was still a fighting spirit.

Well, how many people would become dull after a month?

Although much confidence was lost, Araceli is still Araceli.

A person of great talent who became a legendary mage.

“I accidentally took too much rice, so eat this.”

I handed over the plate in my hand.

It wasn’t exactly wrong.

I brought over ten plates when I was only going to eat seven.

“Ah…”

I don’t know if this will suit her taste, but it’s better than starving.

When she hesitated to accept the plate, I thought for a moment and spoke.

“The ‘Six Circuit Principles’ paper you wrote the other day was good. A little more polish and it’ll be really ‘pretty.’

It was a strange thing to say.

Was the word ‘pretty’ right for a paper?

Besides, the fact is, I don’t even know what the theory is about.

However.

< The Six Circuit Principles will be completed by the supporting character Araceli in three months. >

That’s why I said what I did.

“Th…ank you.”

“Yeah. You should eat well and study hard. Then, I’m going.”

I turned around and left the cafeteria.

For some reason, I wasn’t feeling very good.

The main topic I taught in my class was combat magic, and rather than teach theory, I had real demonstrations.

Why?

Because I don’t understand the theory.

And the students were human after all, so they preferred real demonstrations opposed to reading books.

For that reason, I was quite a popular professor.

I assume that’s why physical education teachers were the most popular in elementary school.

“Professor! Walebun finally did a mana shot!”

‘Crazy.’

Sometimes there were students who surprised me after my lectures because they used magic that looks like the embodiment of science.

Just like how my aether dispenser was made with science, but looks like the embodiment of magic.

But, is it okay spreading science to this world of magic?

< It’s not without problems, but it pales in comparison to the damage the protagonist has done to their world. >

It’s a relief if that’s the case.

Also, I was thinking about how to steal the magic and the problems that might occur if I’m caught.

I’m not going to come back here anyway.

I slowly turned to look at four students practicing magic on the side.

Fate or coincidence, Araceli, Gurim, Mazelon, and Fiolen are all enrolled in my class.

So these lectures have been the most tense for me.

Because I was trying to figure out Fiolen’s combat capability.

‘It’s impossible to shoot him.’

There’s already a massive Tier 4 magic circle on Fiolen’s heart.

Tier 4 and higher magic circles are called ‘Cast Magic’ and can be activated immediately.

In modern terms, it’s right to say he’s ‘loaded’ with magic.

Most mages tend to cast defensive magic that is casted immediately upon impact.

Since I’m not confident I can break through that defense with my gun, I should not mess with it for the time being.

If I fail to kill him, I will have to face a Level 70 mage.

And in addition to not being able to win, Fiolen had the adoration of the professors and schoolgirls, which is impossible for me to deal with by myself.

Come to think of it, Fiolen was still among the girls.

“That’s not how you use Circle Spiral Cut.”

“Oh my…!”

When fiolen grabbed a female student’s arm and pretended to be calm while giving her mana, her cheeks blushed.

Do they really like that guy?

I couldn’t understand it, but I didn’t say anything because it was the protagonist’s cliché.

I was imagining how those girls would kill me if they became hostile.

Fiolen has a personality that liked to show off, so if there were any students who had even a little trouble, he would run straight to them and teach them using knowledge from the future.

In fact, it’s not wrong to say that this is Fiolen’s class and not mine.

Of course, Fiolen only taught girls.

Only pretty girls at that.

In a way, he was a genius.

At the age of 17 he’s dealing with magic that even professors found difficult.

By combining knowledge from the future, he used magic as if he created them on the spot.

Fiolen excelled in magic, and was now naturally compared to Araceli.

Exclamations erupted when Araceli fired a white arrow from her fingertip 50 meters in front of her.

This is because it was aimed so quickly and accurately.

However, Fiolen soon produced three bigger arrows and fired it one after another.

Thus, the attention switched to him.

“I think Fiolen is even greater?”

“His arrows were more powerful. I can’t believe he shot three arrows at once.”

Araceli’s expression naturally darkened.

Normally I wouldn’t interfere, but I took a step forward.

To pity her?

To side with him?

No way.

The game of slowly observing was now over.

From now on, I intend to ‘build up’ to the hunt.

The first way to do that.

The image and confidence of Fiolen in other people’s eyes need to be destroyed.

“Fiolen. In a battle are you going to waste that much mana?”

“What?”

Fiolen’s eyes widened because he did expect me to single him out.

Then his expression returned to normal.

For a month he was wary of me, probably due to not having any memories of me before the regression.

Since he came from 20 years in the future, he couldn’t possibly remember every professor, so he thought I was a professor with no presence.

“You used 10 times as much mana to remove only one target. If it’s not flaunting your power, what is it? Are you going to flaunt your magic to the enemy in a real battle?

“I just practice to efficiently subdue any enemy I encounter. Although it was one target, I practiced as if it was 10.”

“Efficient. Do you really think your magic was efficient?”

I slowly pointed at the target.

“Yes. The destructive power is strong. However, how many seconds did it take to cast that magic?”

“…It took six seconds.”

It was fast enough.

However, in practice it was not.

“Six seconds is enough for a healthy adult to reach you from 50 meters away. What if it were a magician or knight? Would your neck still remain?”

“That…”

“Look at Araceli. From the magic casting to the hit on the target it took less than two seconds.”

Assistant Willis from the sidelines added, “Araceli is more efficient, not only with accuracy but also with the efficiency of mana consumption.”

I don’t know what that means, but it’s probably true.

“Battle isn’t a show. Don’t think the enemy will welcome your fancy, shallow magic.”

Everyone around me began to share my opinion.

“Indeed. I’m starting to feel embarrassed because I thought Fiolen’s magic was better.”

“You’re right. Combat…Well, it’s not like sitting in a small room, reading a book, and writing down magic theories.”

Somehow, I had the image of an outstanding Battle Mage, intentional or unintentionally, so I will make use of it.

Even if it is a false image.

Most of the professors here had no real combat experience, so thanks to that, I came up with roughly plausible terms.

Actually, I don’t really know magic that well, but there was nothing wrong with what I said.

While Araceli’s expression slightly became brighter, Fiolen’s expression gradually crumbled.

Bastard, you must be at least eight years older than me, but you can’t control your expression at all.

You can’t take a loss, can you?

“…Professor, can you prove what you said is correct?”

I knew it.

He’s worried about his pride being tarnished, and his harem garden.

“Yes. I fought on the battlefield for as much as 15 years.”

“The experience doesn’t matter. What matters is if you’re right.”

Everyone around me was going ‘Oh, no. I can’t believe you said that about the professor’s career.’

The reactions were immediate, but the protagonist didn’t have the time to respond because I was going to add the ‘carrot.’

“Since I’m a professor it would be unprofessional for me to dual you…So what about the Maelka Dungeon?”

Maelka Dungeon.

It was a kind of event where Vivienda’s students and professors teamed up to attack a dungeon together.

The competition between each magic department and school year was very fierce.

This is because if you do well in the Dungeon, you’ll become a national mage or be offered an apprenticeship in the mage tower.

In other words, Maelka Dungeon is a kind of auditioning stage for students with no connections.

Of course, Fiolen knew that the Maelka Dungeon was a big event, and must be aware of every ‘unexpected situation’ that will happen inside.

Because he was a regressor.

“The Maelka Dungeon?”

“Yes. Right, I’ll team up with Araceli who showed the better performance here.”

The corner of Fiolen’s mouth crept up.

Yeah, I thought as much.

I knew it well.

Maybe he couldn’t stand it.

He must be very excited at the thought of fighting me, who embarrassed him, and proudly winning.

This is a competition that you can never lose as a regressor.

Only a regressor would know what will happen in the Dungeon.

“Okay.”

Looking at Fiolen nodding confidently, I inwardly laughed.

Because.

[Protagonist Fiolen has begun to interfere with the chapter ‘Maelka Dungeon Hell Beasts (3).’]

[Changes detected in this chapter.]

The future that I saw was different.