Mightiest Melee Magician Chapter 102


Mightiest Melee Magician

Chapter 102: All-Powerful Sorcerer

Jakil, Mikel, Maltive.

It wasn’t just the three of them.

“…What’s that?”

“What’s all the fuss about?”

Most of the members of the 53 teams, who were taking lessons, swarmed in and formed a circle around Team 31.

Then, with expressions as if they had lost their souls, they observed the training situation of Team 31.

“What, what’s going on? How is he avoiding all the attacks even before the sword is swung?”

“Seems like he’s predicting the movements?”

“Ruin sparred with knights over the vacation, it looks like it’s true.”

“Wow! That’s amazing. He dodged it again!”

The situation they were watching.

Hanson was unleashing a ferocious attack, even more than expected, but Ruin easily dodged all of his moves.

The relentless offense and defense had already gone over a dozen exchanges.

Still, both individuals looked fresh-faced and enjoyably focused on training.

Watching this unique scene, Jakil Geryhill’s heart was writhing in discomfort.

‘That guy… He was this capable?’

The reputation of being the champion of the grand competition among the empire’s genius sorcerers was indeed a fact.

He knew he was more than a mere sorcerer… but to this extent, he was strong.

The same was true for Maltive Geghen.

‘Has something happened to Hanson, that guy…?’

Hanson before his eyes wasn’t the weak commoner he used to know.

Although he didn’t know what happened during the vacation, at the very least, he was displaying a growth rate leaps and bounds ahead.

Maltive, with an anxious look, quietly asked Jakil,

“Brother, shouldn’t we practice as well?”

Jakil Geryhill couldn’t bring himself to answer and inwardly screamed,

‘Yes! Practice! I want to do it too!’

However, the problem was the people who were only watching him.

He had boasted of his prowess, but to practice in this situation where everyone had seen Ruin’s movements?

It would mean setting himself up for a direct comparison.

At times like this, one should instead coolly brush it off.

“What practice… stop making a fuss over those mediocre skills. Let’s go drink some water instead.”

“Whoa! Amazing. You just called what you saw from Ruin ‘mediocre’ skills.”

“How strong must the senior be, I wonder?”

Even as he spoke, Jakil internally regretted it.

His mouth had run away with him.

Perhaps this habit of showing off was a sickness.

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Team 31.

It wasn’t just the students who were watching Ruin and Hanson’s sparring.

Though they couldn’t openly watch, the first people to notice Team 31’s growth were none other than the professors.

Heidel and Gultair Pirante.

Both were engaged in a serious conversation.

“…Ruin. That monstrous kid. He got stronger again.”

“Yes. He practiced ‘wooden sword sparring’ with knights from Ardel during the vacation, it seems.”

“Knights from Ardel? Who?”

“Well, I don’t know the name myself.”

Professor Heidel’s hometown was also Ardel, but since the age of ten, he had not visited there, and remembering the names of knights from a commoner boy’s perspective was a stretch.

With such a response indicating ignorance, Gultair Pirante’s eyes narrowed.

“Hmm. I’m very curious about what knight that might be? No matter how I look at it, he doesn’t seem to be just a simple knight…”

“Yes. From what I see, predicting and avoiding movements to such perfection seems difficult even for our trainee knights.”

“That’s true. No matter how skilled the knights are with their swords, they can’t predict every move. But the current Ruin…”

Gultair Pirante.

Even when he was teaching physical skills to Ruin Ardel just before the Grand Competition, he thought Ruin had a natural talent for movement but was still an unpolished gem.

However, only about three months had passed since the Grand Competition and vacation ended.

“…He’s showing movements that even regular trainee knights can’t do.”

In this short period, his view had completely changed.

Not an unpolished gem.

He was a completed work.

The sword-avoiding movements were not haphazard luck but read and predicted.

And the bad habits of making large movements that made moves readable were completely corrected.

Whoever taught him, it clearly wasn’t an awkwardly skilled knight.

‘Who could have taught him?’


Who indeed?

If it were a knight counted among the best within the Ledian Kingdom, Gultair would surely have known.

But he had never heard of such a knight existing in a tranquil manor like Ardel.

‘Maybe he met a recluse…’


There might be hidden talents unseen by the public, but Gultair shook his head.

Surely the likelihood of that was too low.

‘…Unless Sir Bolvar Peyton stayed in Ardel, that is.’

Bolvar Peyton.

A legendary lance knight who disappeared from the public eye at the prime of his youth and whose tales of heroism could now only be confirmed in the knightly annals.

Had he not retired and remained in the palace, the current commander of the Golden Knights would have been Bolvar Peyton, not Bengrass Geghen.

Even merely recalling the name ‘Bolvar’ was enough for Gultair to swell with overwhelming admiration.

Yet, he shook his head to dismiss even this hypothesis.

‘It would have been nice, but why would he be in Ardel?’

It was simply too far-fetched a tale.

So who could it be?

It left him with no choice but to ask Ruin directly.

After observing Ruin’s movements for quite some time, Gultair decisively spoke.

“That movement… he was certainly trained using a wooden sword. I’m curious to hand him a sword just for a moment.”

“Are you saying he didn’t just learn from a match against a knight, but mastered swordsmanship as well?”

“Yes. If it’s alright with you, professor, I would like to verify it myself… May I?”

“If Ruin agrees, I don’t mind.”

“Thank you.”

Gultair of Pirante.

A 6-star knight, second only to none in the kingdom.

Before his match with Ruin, he felt an unexpectedly perplexing sensation.

‘…Could it be, I’m nervous?’

Why was he feeling this tension over a match with a mere 16-year-old boy?

Perhaps because he wasn’t just a knight, but also a ‘sorcerer’.

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“Heh, hek… Ruin… let’s, let’s take a quick break.”

“Shall we?”

A fatigued Hanson slumped to the ground, and Jason brought him some water.

“Ruin. You want some water, too?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Look at this stoic one. Aren’t you tired at all?”

Well, it’s more like I’m just starting to warm up than getting tired.

He had trained hard regularly, but recalling the three days and nights of continuous sparring with Sir Bolvar made this seem less than a warm-up exercise.

Then, a very familiar voice reached him from among the students.

“If you’re not tired yet, could you spare me some time?”

“…Sir Gultair?”

Sir Gultair.

He approached me with a somewhat playful face.

“Ruin. I’d like to spar a little.”

“Spar…? With me?”

“Yes. I want to check something with you.”


While it was common for professors and students to spar during classes—

This time, the situation was a little different.

Sir Gultair was not holding a single wooden sword, but two.

Whirling! Click!

Sir Gultair tossed one of the wooden swords lightly to me, and I caught it.

“From what I can see, you also learned swordsmanship along with a mysterious knight from Ardel during the vacation, didn’t you?”

“Um, yes.”

“Then, face me with that sword.”

Not a sorcerer’s duel, but a knight against a knight.

What’s this sudden turn of events?

I smiled as if to say don’t joke around.

“Come on, how am I supposed to win against Sir Gultair? I’m not even a knight. Plus, I only learned for a week.”

“I didn’t say win.”

“Then what?”

“Teach these students here. There’s no one who can grasp both the sorcerer’s and knight’s perspective as well as you do.”

“But, commander!”

No one can match me.

Although such a statement could upset the trainee knights around, Sir Gultair said it without hesitation.

“Show me. Show me the skill you learned in a week.”

Looking around, hundreds of eyes were focused only on me.

‘Ruin learned swordsmanship?’

‘He’s been taught for just a week and is better than the trainee knights here now?’

‘Ah, come on…’

Curiosity and skepticism.

Jealousy and hostility exuded by the trainee knights.

They seemed to be saying to me.

‘Ha! What can you show with so little training… Let’s see how good you are.’

…This is troublesome.

It seems Sir Gultair wants me to be disliked by all the trainee knights.

But on the other hand, it’s also a great opportunity.

Among the hundreds of watching eyes were Jakil Geryhill and Maltive Geghen.

“Alright. Let’s do it.”

Hmm. Holding this wooden sword…

Does it remind me of Sir Bolvar’s swordsmanship lessons?

I raised the wooden sword vertically.

It was closer to a defensive stance than an offensive one, but Sir Gultair chuckled at my posture.

“Good form.”

U | W

As soon as he finished speaking, Sir Gultair Pirante charged at me.

A lightning-fast movement.

Closing in a distance of over ten paces in the blink of an eye, Sir Gultair’s swordsmanship was devilishly swift and strong…


I blocked Sir Gultair’s wooden sword by the skin of my teeth.

“…The teaching, commander’s sword is blocked…”

Some of the trainee knights widened their eyes.

But it’s too soon to be surprised.

I used my strength to push back the encroaching Sir Gultair and lunged for an opening with my sword.

Sir Gultair deflected it lightly and attempted a diagonal slash.


“Did he just dodge? The commander’s sword?”

I twisted my body slightly out of the way and evaded the slash.

The wooden sword grazed my left shoulder by a mere hair’s breadth, but it wasn’t a valid hit.

Sir Gultair asked, surprised more than he had anticipated.

“Who did you learn swordsmanship from?”

Who taught me swordsmanship?

From our Ardel’s tiger.

Really, he never let go until he was on the verge of collapsing.

But instead of answering, I merely smiled playfully and tried another thrust.

I was amazed at myself.

I could see it.

I could see the sword of a 6-star knight.


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