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Chapter 248: That’s Not How You Do It…

Chapter 248: That’s Not How You Do It...

I successfully combined the elements of mid-level magic. The resulting spell was quite impressive.

The next day, after stopping by the workshop to shower Faye with affection—since I owed my success to the new staff—Iona’s slightly altered second semester classes began, just as she had mentioned.

“So, everyone, you’ve already been briefed by your homeroom professor, right? Starting today, we’ll be focusing on more practical content. If the first semester was about learning the classification and strategies for dealing with monsters, the second semester would involve creating combat scenarios based on that knowledge. Let’s see... It would be best to have someone with experience for this. Yandel?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s assume you’ve encountered a combat group consisting of two orc warriors and one orc shaman. The setting is a forest with sparse trees on flat terrain, and it’s midday. Both parties have spotted each other simultaneously, but they are about 30 meters apart. You have one companion, a vanguard at the level of an Aura Runner. How would you go about exterminating the enemy?”

“You can fire three Lightning Bolts in quick succession without incantation.”

Although the power would be slightly reduced, that was easily fixed by pouring in more mana. With Lightning Bolt, the orcs wouldn’t be able to react in time, making it an ideal approach.

“...Let’s add the assumption that you’re an ordinary lower-level magician.”

“Oh? So, you’re asking for a general strategy rather than what I would personally do?”

“Correct.”

“First... There are two patterns of behavior when orc warriors are out of weapon range. They will either throw something or charge forward with a downward strike. If they’re not in a desperate situation, they’ll most likely charge. In that case, you should dodge to the side rather than backward, which makes it easier to avoid. If the orc’s left foot is forward, it will swing its weapon horizontally, and if the right foot is forward...”

As I gave a detailed explanation of the orcs’ patterns and the strategy based on that, the Professor’s face grew increasingly blank.

However, before long, the Professor shook their head vigorously, cutting me off mid-sentence.

“Th-That’s enough! That’s more than sufficient. Please return to your seat.”

“Excuse me?”

I hadn’t even gotten to explaining how to exploit the shaman’s totem yet.

Feeling a bit regretful, I licked my lips and sat down. Only then did the Professor sigh in relief and continue the lesson.

“Yandel’s method is theoretically excellent. The problem is that real combat doesn’t always go as planned. Therefore, you should always leave room for flexibility in your strategy.”

“It’s not that difficult, though? For a small-scale skirmish like this, and given the skill level of Class A students, it’s entirely feasible. Of course, it would require practice.”

“Have you actually done it before?”

“Yes, in the Kingdom of Crasius.”

“Gasp...!”

The story of how Iona and I exterminated the archbishops of the Evil God cults, including Ayla, the Cardinal of Intolerance, was quite famous.

It was even known that I had fought my way through thousands of undead and hordes of fishermen to deliver blood to Iona.

Perhaps at a loss for words because I was directly involved, the Professor glanced over at me and continued speaking.

“Ahem. Yandel’s approach is indeed a good one. However, there is still an official model answer.”

“Oh?”

Up until now, the monsterology class had been about memorizing the characteristics and weaknesses of monsters.

As such, they gained stronger physical abilities than before the War of the Gods, but they also developed anger management issues.

There was also a shared disdain among greenskins for goblins, considering them a despicable race.

Moreover, orcs had a strong attachment to their lineage and tribe, to the point of introducing themselves as the son of so-and-so.

Calling an orc’s mother a goblin? They wouldn’t be able to stand it.

By the way, this was implemented in H&A, where using the “mimic goblin” gesture in front of an orc would make them charge at you like crazy.

It was originally a one-time gesture for a quest to infiltrate a goblin village, but who knew it would work as a taunt exclusively against greenskins?

As a result, there were quite a few players who accepted the infiltration quest but never completed it.

“...But it could trigger a berserk state. There’s no need to take such a risk, is there?”

“No, that’s even better. Just spam Grease, and they’ll naturally incapacitate themselves in a few minutes. Meanwhile, the vanguard can circle around and deal with the shaman.”

Berserk was a common ability granted by the Reckless Roar to its followers, greatly enhancing all physical abilities and defense at the cost of blurred reason. Once the effect would wear off, all stats would temporarily decrease.

If the user was highly skilled, they might maintain their sanity despite their aggressive behavior, but for an ordinary orc, it was impossible.

Furthermore, Grease was barely classified as a low-level spell, so it consumed far less mana and cast much faster compared to other offensive spells.

In the end, this approach would conserve both stamina and mana.

After hearing everything I said, the Professor mumbled in a slightly intimidated voice.

“But we can’t teach students such dangerous methods...”

“Don’t worry. It’s not dangerous if you kill them before they kill you.”

That was how a magician was supposed to fight.

Safety was important, but if you prioritized safety that much, you should have become a paladin.

As I nodded to myself, I noticed that the classroom had grown quiet. I glanced around discreetly.

Everyone was staring at me with pale faces, as if they were looking at something dangerous.

Why? Why were they looking at me like that?

Just as I was about to furrow my brow, Elisha, sitting beside me, sighed deeply and shook her head.

“Sigh... After all that, you still claimed you’re not a battle maniac to Professor Iona yesterday?”

“.......”

As I pressed my lips together, Carla, who was sitting across from me, reached under the desk and soothingly stroked my thigh.

“It’s okay, Master. You’re interested in more than just fighting, right? You’re also quite interested in women, aren’t you? That’s enough for me!”

You’re both too much.

Yandel Vischer.