The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy
chapter-113-2

As I was catching my breath, Samuel’s voice rang out.

[Not bad. I didn’t expect you to succeed so quickly, but at this rate, you’ll be able to improve your Mana Manipulation skills within a week.]

“I don’t feel like anything has changed, though.”

It was gratifying to have completed the first stage.

But my body didn’t feel any different.

Only a tingling pain was making my entire body ache.

Should I be happy about this success…?

As I made an ambiguous expression, Samuel clicked his tongue.

[Tsk, try it.]

“What do you mean?”

[I’m telling you to try using Mana Manipulation.]

Samuel’s sudden words.

I had only completed the first stage, so what had changed?

But there was no reason for Samuel to lie to me.

So, I decided to try using Mana Manipulation.

I slowly closed my eyes and began to draw up my mana.

And when I opened my eyes…

“........”

I couldn’t help but tremble in bewilderment.

It was because there was a clear difference from before.

No.

Perhaps it was too small of a change to call it ‘clear’.

However, for someone at my level of skill, it was a huge change.

“……This is.”

I felt something within my mana.

It was a ‘vein’.

Originally, when I used mana, I would use the entire lump to activate my traits.

But now, I could feel the ‘texture’ of the mana contained within that lump.

By repeatedly releasing and reabsorbing a large amount of mana at once, my senses had become much sharper.

Why did this happen?

Shouldn’t I have become less sensitive to the flow of mana as I became accustomed to the pain?

This was an incomprehensible phenomenon.

So, I sent a look at Samuel, demanding an explanation, and Samuel, letting out a sigh, opened his mouth.

[Your question isn’t wrong. Repeating this process would normally make you less sensitive to the flow of mana. How could you possibly feel the subtle flow when you’re releasing so much mana at once?]

“That’s right.”

I nodded obediently.

It didn’t make sense that I would be able to feel the veins of mana just by repeating this kind of training.

And then,

Samuel continued.

[…However, as much as I hate to admit it, your talent is special.]

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

Sudden praise directed at me.

I blinked.

This guy, praising me?

Samuel, with a hint of annoyance in his voice, began to speak at my question.

[Just listen for now. Normally, when you release all your mana at once, the circuits related to mana throughout your body would be destroyed. That’s why this training method is so difficult. You can’t activate your powers if your circuits aren’t strong.]

“But the circuits in my body aren’t destroyed. They’re perfectly fine.”

[…That’s what I mean when I say your talent is special. No matter how much mana you release, your circuits don’t get destroyed. They only get damaged. And even that recovers with a little bit of treatment. And as they recover, your circuits become even more sensitive.]

“Ah, I understand.”

I couldn’t help but burst out in agreement at Samuel’s simple explanation.

Even I, who had no expert knowledge of mana, could understand his explanation.

To put it simply,

“Because my circuits are sensitive to damage, they’ve become able to read even the veins of mana?”

[Precisely.]

This is unbelievable.

Samuel really did create this Mana Manipulation training method for me.

This meant that it was also true that I could improve my Mana Manipulation by one level if I trained for another week…

…I never would have dreamed that it was true.

Scratch. Scratch.

As I scratched the back of my neck, feeling awkward, Samuel spoke.

[Ha, I went through all the trouble of explaining the training method to you, and all I get is suspicion. It’s so unfair.]

Samuel’s voice sounded like he was demanding an apology from me.

So, I lowered my head and blushed.

And then, I carefully opened my mouth.

“S-So…”

[I can’t hear you very well. If you’re going to apologize, say it louder. Don’t half-demons these days know how to do that?]

Samuel sighed.

In the end, I had no choice but to shout.

“You crazy bastard, you didn’t give me any reason to trust you in the first place! This is entirely your fault!”

…And then, I had to put in a lot of effort to appease Samuel.

* * *

Meanwhile, at the instructor’s office.

Something was spinning rapidly.

It was…

“Come on, come on, choose! Choose wisely! Vote for your class president!”

Idea was spinning a roulette wheel with an excited expression, and the first-year instructors were clutching gold coins in their hands.

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