The Strongest Prophet Who Had Trained 100 Heroes is Admired By His Apprentices Around The World Even

where the auditorium collapsed and turned into a pile of debris, Yurica was loudly

"If you are injured, please gather in the square near the school gate. There's a shelter! And if you have any idea where people are buried, ask the school staff to report it! 」

Those who heard her voice and fled from other school buildings today, or who came out of the rubble on their own, tremble and move.

The sound of the battle taking place on the other side sounded, his feet stopping frightened from time to time, but every time, Magic University officials supported him to make his way to the square.

Staff evacuation guidance is perfect.

And there's also a collection of information on people who are buried, and we can already save some of them.

... According to the roster brought by the staff, forty people were gathered in the auditorium...

The auditorium is strewn with magic barriers, and the number is unmistakable, as signatures to the roster are required in order to enter and exit.

Now, thirty-seven people had been able to save them from the rubble.

...... thanks to the magic and material that softens when you touch people......

Trying to touch the rubble returns a dull touch.

A membrane of light, close to the cushion, covers the rubble.

I guess this is the magical effect Mel hung at the time of construction.

Just because that's not why the weight of the debris is disappearing.

Magic doesn't protect us all that much.

If the debris strikes directly, the impact will come, and if it strikes directly in the head, you will pass out.

Buried, it's tough to get out on your own. Therefore,

"Sound or speak up if you are conscious! 」

Yurica speaks out as she walks toward the rubble mountain in search of the three remaining.

But no reply.

You have to look for it yourself.

... With all this mess, even if you feel signs, I don't know...!

Even if you magically detect signs, you don't have the precision to discern only those who are individually buried among the many creatures around you.

Even for officials, there is no such magical user of the hero class.

... and three more. Where are you......!

I can't hear the children buried.

Maybe he's unconscious, maybe he's injured, and he can't speak up.

... What can I do...

With his teeth biting, Yurica moves the rubble away.

We don't have a choice to leave the students behind.

But if we spend too much time like this, our mentors are in danger.

... That Warcraft and the Dean are incompatible...!

I have to go help him quickly. I have to tell him that I have a situation where I don't have to defeat him or run away. Yet I don't have enough power of my own.

I thought I was able to graduate from school and create the best company in the city and grow a little bit.

... What a pitiful situation...!

I've even come to tears in a fuzzy situation.

But I don't have time to cry.

Because all the staff around them are full of their own business, and they cannot save the children under the rubble if they do not move. Therefore, I cannot save my mentor.

So, on your knees, I won't stop you from retreating the rubble. However,

"Somebody, give me a hand, give me a hand......! 」

It spilled out of my mouth.

He uttered a voice that was neither weak nor aspirational. It was then.

- Do you need help?

I heard that voice.

"Huh...? 」

Looking back, there was this familiar man with a cane on his shoulder - Eisen.