It’s getting harder and harder to be a villain these days

The words just now were said by Vickery.

"Alette Moore."

"Yes."

“The idea for this paper was yours?”

Vickery asked.

Alette nodded without hesitation.

"Yes."

Vickrey stared at Alette quietly, his eyes as heavy and cold as lead.

"I ask again, is this your own idea? Have you never sought help or reference from others?"

"Absolutely not, I'm sure."

Alette replied confidently.

Until now, she thought that Vickery was praising herself.

Vickery nodded.

"Do you want to hear my review?"

"It's my pleasure."

"……very good."

Vickery's unusually cold tone sent a chill down Sophie's spine, but...

In her heart, Alette didn't care, and even laughed at the other party.

'Weikeli, no matter how much you praise me, I will not join your army. I know that you are eager for manpower with only one assistant, but you should not have any wishful thinking about making me your slave...'

"Then let me ask a few questions first."

Vickery looked at her paper.

"Elet, your paper mentioned that elemental magic will change with natural factors, and you wrote a formula for constant magic effects."

With that said, Weekly released a magical structure.

An irregular magical structure, the shape of the magic circle is almost close to an oval, and it is compressed by some kind of 'natural factors'.

"Then, may I ask, under what circumstances is the magic I am casting now distorted? As a reminder, this magic circle is 12.7% damaged."

"Ah? This..."

"What? This number is unfamiliar to you? Don't you understand what I'm talking about?"

"..."

"Okay, even if you don't know, you have to point out the damage to this magical structure."

12.7%, this number represents a specific casting environment and the location where it may be damaged.

For Alette, this is a fatal question, but for Vickrey, the questioning has just begun.

"Don't you know this? Maybe I should ask more simply, the magic of 'Guardian of Fire'..."

Weekley's questions are one after another, and they are all related to the core.

If you are not the owner of the paper, it is impossible to answer it.

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One week before the midterm exam.

While helping Judy review her paper, Alette accidentally saw the

Sophie's paper on the club table.

She was in a deep slump with the paper she was writing, so she helped Judy from the beginning just to gain inspiration.

But Judy's paper had no reference value, so Alette took a peek at Sophie's paper while Judy was in the bathroom.

At that moment, a shocking thought spread in her mind.

It's a pity that this kind of thinking belongs to civilians...

This should be a paper that will be remembered by the world.

So Eilet finally decided to take Sophie's idea as her own.

but……

"Perhaps I should have asked when you used Fire Protection..."

Vickrey released the 'Guardian of Fire' that Alette had demonstrated. After seeing it only once, his flames were more intense than the opponent's.

"Are you sure that this magic will not be distorted in any environment such as the bottom of the sea or an oxygen-deprived highland?"

"……Yes, that's right."

Only then did Alette come back to her senses and replied.

Although she didn't have enough time to fully understand this paper, she still had the basic knowledge.

"So, which part of this magic plays a 'protective' role? Please use the magic formula to explain it specifically."

Vickery asked, pointing to the magical core of the Guardian of Fire.

"Uh...this..."

Alette was speechless for a moment.

Vickery just stared at her silently.

For a moment, the whole place was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

"..."

But he never got an answer from Alette.

After a while, Vickery said in a deep voice.

“I could generate hundreds of questions from this paper.”

"You can't even answer a single question, does this paper belong to you?"

His voice was filled with contempt.

Alette gritted her teeth in embarrassment and was about to retort loudly, but Vickery blocked her mouth with just one sentence.

"And most importantly, you will go down a path of no return and waste your own talents."

"...!"

Vickery grabbed the paper with one hand.

"Next time, use your own power to meet me."

Huh~ the flames ignited instantly, and the thick stack of papers quickly turned into a ball of ashes and scattered in the air.

There was quite a commotion in the audience, and even Olivia's eyes widened.

"..."

Alette said nothing.

Just like sighing, he smiled slightly and walked out of the podium with difficulty.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

"Professor Weekly is crazy. Who can answer such a difficult question?"

Judy whispered indignantly.

"..."

Sophie also had similar thoughts, but in her heart... there was something unexplainable...

Chapter 94 Fox-like eyes

"Next one, next wizard."

The host who read the manuscript stuttered a little.

At this time, there were still 22 wizards in the audience who were going to attend the hearing.

"Everyone, be quiet. The next wizard is Solda Macca."

Solda was so frightened that his face turned pale and he stepped onto the podium tremblingly. If possible, he would like to come again next time...

"I, I am, Solda... My thesis is..."

The wizard Thorda briefly explained his thesis, and Weekly listened briefly and only asked about the core idea of ​​the thesis.

"Well, the reason why I set this magic to the manipulation type is..."

Although he stumbled over his answer, Solda managed to answer the question.

Vickery nodded with satisfaction,

"This is enough."

Solda, who had just seen Eret's paper burned at close range, lowered her head with great joy.

"Thank you professor!"

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Once the hearing was over, Weekley returned to his office.

"Dong dong."

With a knock on the door, Kitty walked in, holding a pile of documents in her hands and a strange light in her eyes.

"Professor, I did a strict screening this time."

"filter?"

"Well, these are wizards who want to join the professor's service,"

"...Put it down and go back. I'll take a look later."

"Yes!"

Kitty put the papers on the table and left.

Vickery read it carefully.

"Mel... Groan..."

They were all mediocre people, not a single one was famous, they were all 'ghost talents' that he didn't want and couldn't even stay in the academy.

"Is this a recycling bin?"

Just as Vickrey threw the list on the table.

"Buzzing."

The crystal ball in his arms vibrated.

Vickery took it out, and after injecting magic power, a voice came over.

"Are you there?"

"Say things directly."

Ruisa was silent for a long time, seemingly still hesitating.

"what……"

After a quick breath, a dry voice came over.

"It's time to leave, we don't have time."

"I see."

Vickery immediately took out the map. He had been studying the route Alice and the others were going to take for a long time.

"Can you follow my route?

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