Mightiest Melee Magician Chapter 97


Mightiest Melee Magician

The Full-Fledged Mage: Episode 97

Most of the classes in the second semester were related to ‘practical experience,’

and our esteemed alumni return as ‘temporary teaching assistants’ to observe the classes.

They can pass down various know-hows to their juniors with vivid stories and practical advice from their active service,

which is a great system—no doubt about that.

However, it all depends on what kind of person the senior is.

“Envying the powerful and displaying inferiority towards the rich has been happening since history began. The ‘Gerihill’ family has been known as a lineage of great mages since the dawn of the Ledian Kingdom, and have always been perched above the rest. We’re well-accustomed to these matters. Nothing new at this point. What do you think runs through the mind of people like us when we see outliers like Ruin Ardell?”

“What are you thinking?”

“I view them as pitiful. They seem to be begging for attention to be shared with them. But, will anything change with such pleadings? Not a chance.”

“The outcome is predetermined. A little attention now doesn’t mean that the world will change according to Ruin’s will. The Gerihill lineage has always been the closest to the kingdom’s court of magicians, and it will continue to be so in the future. Plus, Ruin Ardell is thoroughly a ‘lone figure.’ We, however, are one large ‘group.’ How about it? Don’t you also want to walk along with ‘Gerihill’?”

Jack Gerihill.

I don’t know much about what kind of a mage or student he was,

but it was easy to guess why he had come to represent Gerihill at the academy.

“…May I join, even if my grades aren’t that good?”

“What does grades have to do with it? It’s the person that matters more.”


“Of course.”

“Wow! What about me? Can I really work together with Gerihill?”

Jack Gerihill enticed the students with his candid rhetoric.

The target was mostly students with not-so-good grades, and his skill in luring them was exceptional.

No matter how much you prop up ‘Ruin Ardell,’ do you think they’d give you the time of day after graduation? But, ‘Gerihill’ is different.

This way of speaking was effective, and the atmosphere in the academy, which had been centered around me, began to change from the ground up.

“What did I say? In the end, it would turn out this way.”

“…Mikel, I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine. I’m thirsty; bring me some water.”

That’s why, around Mikel Gerihill, usually seen walking alone, students began to gather little by little.

With firm support from his lineage, Mikel regained his shamelessness and arrogance.

The structure at the academy naturally split into two factions.

“Did you hear Jack senior’s words? ‘Working for Gerihill’ means we can be successful too. If you’ve decided to become a magician, at the very least, shouldn’t you become a court magician?”

“Court magician? You’ll just be used and thrown away like a tool. Considering your grades, avoiding being at the bottom of the school, to talk about success? Court magician? Do you think Gerihill is genuinely interested in you? They’re just trying to sow discord among us…”

“Then? If you just trust Ruin, will he take care of your future?”

“Who asked to be friends to shoulder my future? It’s because I like it.”

“Such a friend. There are only a few months left until graduation. After all, aren’t we all competitors? With this kind of sentimental talk, you’ll be sucking your thumb after graduation with no one calling for you.”

“Better to suck my thumb. Don’t you have any self-respect? At least, I won’t go under the likes of Mikel Gerihill, who’s deceived us with his cheating for over five years.”

‘Gerihill’ and me.

Although I had not intended to encourage factions, the academy’s atmosphere ended up changing like this.

Though I received staunch support from the top 30 students who joined the grand competition with me,

most of the lower-ranking students, who had never received accolades for good grades or effort, were leaning towards ‘Gerihill.’

“What will you do?”


“Jack senior… or rather, those Gerihill kids keep cursing you. Will you just keep watching?”

“I can’t just go and hit them for no reason.”

“That may be true, but… Ugh! That Jack Gerihill bastard. Coming here as a ‘special lecture professor’ and acting like he’s better; it really gets on my nerves.”

Observing the changing academy, I felt one emotion: how childish.

The childish act of Gerihill coming out with such tactics,

and my increasing indignation in response to those provocations.

All the students engaged in creating factions and exchanging heated words seemed childish.

Apparently, at 16, I’m still a kid after all.


It might be a bit childish,

but a kid has his own ways of dealing with things.

“Wait a little. An opportunity will come.”

I was waiting for the day I could flatten their noses,

believing that the opportunity would definitely come.

And that opportunity…

came from a place I least expected.

The dean called for me.

For a perfectly official reason.

As a student representative, I had the right to know the overall schedule of the academy.

And the dean also had the right to hear about the academy climate through the student representative’s word.


“Come in, take a seat. What would you like to drink?”

“Bill Herb, please.”

“I thought so, and have it already prepared.”

When I sat on the couch, the dean poured hot water into a pre-prepared teacup and handed it to me.

“I’ve firmly grasped your tea preferences now.”

“Is that so?”

“Isn’t Bill Herb one of the sweetest teas? With your taste for Coco Vanilla and Bill Herb… it’s definitely like that of a young child, heh heh.”

The dean smiled, enjoying our conversation, and took a sip of his tea.

Then, he shifted the atmosphere slightly and asked,

“So, how’s life at the academy these days?”

A typical question. It seemed like the most harmless start to a conversation, but I realized there was underlying intent in that question.

“It’s the same.”

“The same, you say… Is it really?”

“Though a muddy loach has been stirring up the water, it’s nothing too bothersome.”

“…I see. I know who you’re talking about.”

The dean put down his teacup and sighed softly.

“Gerihill… Not that I like them either, but it was inevitable since all the mages in the kingdom are associated with them. The academy is no exception.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“But unlike last year, this year we’ve arranged lessons that do not directly affect the ‘grades.’ Yet it seems a little noisy inside and outside the academy?”

“It’s because of me. Seemingly, lots hold a grudge against me.”

“How can that be your fault? It’s because of those malicious people who can’t be satisfied unless everything goes their way.”

“What kind of student was Jack Gerihill, senior?”

At my question, the dean took a sip from his teacup with a complicated expression.

“A typical person from Gerihill.”

Typical person of Gerihill.

What exactly does that mean?

Though I don’t know, I suppose he’s even worse than Mikel Gerihill.

“Smart, eloquent, and very popular. Outwardly, he seemed to have smooth interpersonal relationships and good grades. But that’s all a facade. Within, there lies a giant serpent—greedy for power and deep in ambition. He never fails to grab what he wants. As a result, he became the kingdom’s youngest top-ranking wizard in just three years.”

On the surface, they seem fine, but inside, they’re completely rotten.

They’re the type who will do whatever it takes to get what they want.

This is Gerihill.

With this, they are indeed worth a good beating.

The question is when and under what pretext…

There seemed to be a unique idea from the dean regarding this issue.

“That was enough of that talk… I called you here today regarding the next special class.”

“Special class?”

“Weren’t there plans to invite the swordsmanship students to the academy for sparring practice?”


The dean smiled playfully, then spoke.

“What if we implicate the graduates to be in the same teams as the students during the class?”

“With graduates, too?”

“As a kind of joint class. Of course, there wouldn’t be much for the graduates to learn at this level, but could it not be valuable to directly share their various experiences and know-how through hands-on involvement?”

Taking a ‘class’ as a ‘student’ along with the ‘special lecture professors’…

Does that mean there could be an official opportunity for me to confront Jack Gerihill?

“What do you think as the student representative? Ho ho… Well, if you dislike it, I won’t force it.”

The dean looked at me playfully, but I could completely sense the hidden intention.

He was expecting something.

He expected me to flatten the nose of that famed Gerihill family heir.

Only the dean could exact such fair and just revenge.

“…Do you think he will accept?”

“I already asked the representative of the graduates.”

“What did he say?”

“He said he would think about it. But he was generally negative, wondering how a graduate could attend the same class as the lower students.”

That would be expected.

There’s nothing to gain from sticking your neck out.

If it goes poorly, a regrettable precedent could be set.

However, the dean took it a step further.

“So, I was thinking, how about you ask him directly?”


“A beloved junior passionately requests to learn from his senior’s wisdom—how could a senior refuse such a plea?”

For the first time, I thought of the dean as a ‘fearsome person’ in many ways.

Ruined Ardell’s ‘request’ would sound like a ‘challenge’ to senior Jack Gerihill.

Out of embarrassment from backing down from a junior, there’s no way he could refuse.

Especially if there are many people around, he might even provoke me further.

An ingeniously calculated plan that he couldn’t refuse.

“How about it? Will you do it?”

Perhaps, the dean deliberately drew the Gerihill family to the academy.

Knowing that he had high hopes for me.

It’s my duty as his disciple to meet those expectations.

I gulped down the now cold Bill Herb and said,

“Yes. I’ll go and ‘ask.’ Where is Jack Gerihill senior now?”


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