Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 959

Chapter 959

'Are these... tears?'

Carnela felt hot liquid flowing down her cheeks.

Of course, they weren't tears of worry about her junior being surrounded, but tears of joy.

The collapsed enemy formation was wide open!

"Go in! Go in!"

"Hormasi. To the left! I'll help the junior... Hey!"

Carnela ignored whatever the senior was saying and urged her puppy on. The three-headed beast of hell ran across the field, breathing sulfurous breath.

Now wasn't the time to rescue the junior from inside the encirclement and bring him out.

With the opponent in confusion, it was time to hit harder.

"Senior!"

Surprisingly, despite being surrounded in the middle of enemy territory, the junior remarkably noticed Carnela's movement.

His quick response almost felt as if he had entrusted everything to the griffin and was just looking around, ready to react.

But that was nonsense.

The performance the griffin had just shown was a frenzied charge that only a true rider could demonstrate.

Such majesty couldn't be shown unless the hearts of the master and mount were truly in sync.

'The junior... is a much better player than I thought!'

Carnela had to admit it.

Perhaps, just perhaps...

...that junior might be a slightly better ball game player than Carnela!

To notice Carnela coming even in the midst of such rampaging.

Swoosh-!

Yi-Han accurately hit and sent the ball flying. Carnela received it and charged towards the goal.

-Wooooooah!-

"Well done, junior! This Hormasi is far more than I expected!"

"Niffirg did everything!"

"There's no need to be so modest! I get it!"

"No, really, Niffirg charged on his own!"

  *

"Wardanaz! Wardanaz! Wardanaz!"

Anglago shouted, waving a flag hastily made from his cloak. Several people cheering for the Einroguard ball game club had already gathered nearby.

Originally, in such stadiums, crazy people tended to gather together and cultured, normal imperial citizens gathered together, so they naturally separated over time.

"Hahaha! I like this young fellow!"

The drunk spectators really took a liking to Anglago.

"Why don't you lead us in some jeering! Make it stylish!"

"!"

Anglago stopped waving his flag and hesitated.

To lead these strangers he just met in jeering at the Granden City ball game club.

Could he really do it?

"Come on!"

"A-alright. Bul... Bulpard, Bulpard. You're too weak. Losing meals, losing beds, a player to be kicked out, Bulpard."

"As a song?!"

"Ho, the lyrics are catchy and stick well. Let's sing together!"

As people's reactions were enthusiastic, Anglago inwardly sighed in relief.

'Thank you, Dargard!'

Anglago, who had plagiarized his friend's song, sang even louder. At the surprisingly annoying song, people cheering for the Granden City ball game club jeered unpleasantly.

"Alpha!"

"Th-that song belongs to all of Einroguard!"

At Salko's call, Anglago unconsciously blurted out an excuse first.

However, that wasn't why Salko had called him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ah... No. Why did you call?"

"Those bastards keep jeering at Wardanaz, isn't there any way to stop them?"

Anglago, who was waving the flag, was slightly flustered.

"Weren't you not interested in ball games?"

"I'm not interested in the game, I just want to ensure it proceeds fairly. Alpha. I told you I'm not interested in the game."

"..."

Anglago's eyes narrowed.

For some reason, it felt like his friend was lying.

"There's no way to stop jeering..."

"Hahaha! Young friends! Smart and clever, but there's still something you don't know! There is a way to stop it!"

The drunk spectators laughed loudly and shouted.

Anglago asked curiously.

"Really? How do you stop jeering?"

"It's easy! Everyone follow me!"

Spectators who had bet silver coins on the Granden City ball game club's defeat, those who had originally cheered for the Einroguard ball game club, and even just drunk spectators mixed together and moved en masse.

As they moved, the spectators started to discreetly grab handfuls of mud.

'...Surely not...'

Anglago, who wasn't drunk, felt chills down his spine.

No way?!

"Tu-Tutanta. This..."

"Hey, you bastards! If you're so weak, just shut up and watch! What are you interfering for!"

Splat!

The crowd that had rushed over started throwing mud at the opposing spectators.

Anglago screamed.

"This is illegal under imperial law!!"

"Hahaha! There's no such thing! You throw too!"

-You bastards! Have you gone mad from losing every time!-

Few people would stay still when mud was flying at them. People who were already in a bad mood from being miserably pushed back by a weak opponent immediately reacted.

"Tutanta! Tutanta! We need to get out of here!! They were crazy... Hey!!"

Anglago was horrified to see Salko in the distance.

Salko was creating mud with magic, distributing it to fellow spectators, and shouting.

"Let's take down those cowardly bastards! Let's take down those cowardly bastards!"

'...You said you weren't interested in the game, you bastard!!!'

It was to the point where it would have been better when he was indifferent to the game. Anglago made a tearful expression.

  *

"Senior. The stands seem noisy."

"They're always noisy. Focus."

"It seems like they're fighting."

"They always fight. Focus."

"It looks like mud monsters have been summoned."

"They're always summoned. Focus."

"..."

Yi-Han looked at Carnela as if he were looking at Professor Verduus.

She was very similar in saying only what she wanted to say.

'Well, that's not important right now.'

Whether a war broke out in the stands or not, the field was already at war.

Though the score difference was overwhelming in their favor, the Einroguard students still maintained cautious expressions. They had started to feel the opponent's true strength.

'They should give up with this much difference...'

The players of the Granden City ball game club were truly amazing.

Despite the griffin rampaging and trampling them throughout the first half, they didn't give up and started to endure.

When a mount collapsed, they replaced it with a new mount, when a player fell, they replaced them with a new player.

Usually, when such replacements proceed, they should waver, but there was still tenacity in their eyes.

"Why are they doing this? Is it so bad for us to win once?"

"What happened for them to become so strong??"

Unable to imagine that the players had gone mad because they lost to Einroguard 1st year juniors last year, the students talked bewilderedly.

Perse licked his parched lips and took out a water bottle to wet his throat.

After running throughout the first half, he felt like all the moisture had been drained from his body. The monsters they were riding must have been even more exhausted.

"Wardanaz. How's the griffin?"

Grrrr...

Though Niffirg made a sound as if he was fine, Yi-Han could feel he was very tired.

It might be difficult to run until the second half.

"He seems tired."

"Wardanaz must be tired too, it might be better to change players and defend."

At Perse's words, one beast and one person jumped up.

The beast was the griffin and the person was Carnela.

Grrrr!

"Are you crazy, senior?! How can we defend without our best striker?!"

"We can't force him out if he's exhausted."

"He's not tired! He's not tired, right?! Look at these eyes!"

The griffin sent a slightly satisfied look at Carnela's support.

It seemed the opponent was the only mage here who took the griffin's side among these mages.

However, the master coldly shook his head.

"Niffirg is tired."

"N-no! Junior!"

Carnela performed the most despicable act a senior could do.

She threw herself onto the dirt ground and rolled, grabbing the junior's ankle. The other students averted their gaze as if they had seen something they shouldn't.

"Please! Just hold out for the second half!!!"

Even the griffin, who had been satisfied until just now, was disgusted. Yi-Han felt similarly.

'She's a senior. She's a senior...'

Trying to subtly pull his foot away (Carnela didn't let go with a ball game player's tenacity), Yi-Han opened his mouth.

"Senior. We won't necessarily lose just because we take Niffirg out."

"We will! Can't you see? Does this Hormasi seem to be forcing things?"

The dark elf senior sprang up her long body and spoke with blazing eyes.

"Yes..."

"If we just defend with the paper-thin Einroguard players without attacking, the score we've built up will quickly be caught up, junior. Please trust me. If we lose this game too, I might have to change my affiliation to Baldurguard out of shame!"

"No... I'm going to attack."

"...?"

Carnela, who had been shouting fiercely, hesitated.

"Didn't you say you're taking out the griffin?"

"Yes. But I asked the unicorn if it was okay in case of this situation. It said it was fine. So I'm planning to ride the unicorn in the second half."

"..."

"..."

The seniors were shocked.

They knew Yi-Han was taking care of a unicorn, but to think he had become close enough to ride it in a ball game.

Perse nodded after a quick calculation.

"Everyone. Just one more thing."

"What is it, Perse?"

"This is absolutely secret from Professor Bentozol."

"...Of course!"

The members nodded.

If Professor Bentozol heard about this, he might really collapse from a heart attack.

  *

-What kind of bastard is that!-

The game ended with the screams of people who had bet big money on the Granden City ball game club.

Though not as destructive as the crazy griffin, the unicorn was also an unfairly good mount. As it dashed across the field with consecutive teleports, the Granden City players couldn't chase as much as they wanted.

"W-we won!"

Anglago, who had been inadvertently caught up in the fight and was suppressing the enemy spectators, burst into cheers at the trumpet sound signaling the end of the game.

"Wardanaz! Wardanaz!"

"Tutanta! The game's over! Stop and let's get out of here!"

"Wardanaz! Wardanaz!"

Despite Anglago's shouts, Salko didn't stop throwing mud at the enemy spectators along with his newly made friends.

As Anglago looked around wondering how to stop him, he belatedly realized that the spectators above were looking this way with disgust.

Upon checking, he saw that a large empty space had been created around their section of the stadium.

Other people had created distance with disgust.

'...I-I was in the middle of crazy people!'

Anglago, who had only been thinking about fighting, belatedly realized his situation.

To cultured and sane spectators, Anglago must look just like those drunk madmen!

'How did I...!'

Cursing his friend, Anglago decided he needed to get out as quickly as possible.

If he got caught by the guards and ended up in Granden City's temporary prison, he might overtake the prince and rise to the top of the Einroguard 2nd year idiot rankings.

"...Student Anglago?"

At the familiar voice of a professor, Anglago felt the hair all over his body stand on end.

Forgetting that he was in disguise, Anglago unconsciously answered.

"P-Professor Garcia...!"

"...What on earth are you doing?"

Anglago looked back. Salko had climbed onto a temporary palanquin made by others and was rapid-firing mud bombs.

There was only one thing Anglago could say.

"...Watching ball game..."