Rebirth of the Ruined Noble

Tap. Tap tap.

Instructor Lloyd took the chalk and wrote the words 'Studies on Dark Arts and Curses' on the board beside the magic projector.

When he wrote the last word, 'Curses', the chalk broke and flew away from the force he applied giving a kind pressure to his movements.

Nevertheless, he picked up a new chalk as if used to it.

"Since everyone is new to this domain, Let us set aside the syllabus for a movement and start with the basic question. Why should we learn the dark arts and curses?"

This Instructor seemed to have the power of pulling the crowd's attention towards himself from the first word. All the students craned their necks and focused to not miss a single word from him.

It was also my first time seeing Instructor Llyod teach as I never chose any subjects that he handled in my past life, so I too was deeply engrossed and interested in the class.

"Can anyone define what dark arts is?"

In the seat right in front of mine, a girl with glasses raised her hand.

"I'm , Sistina Amy sir! Dark arts are the type of magic that weakens the opponent while maintaining your own strength!"

"Excellent, Amy."

The girl's face lit up with Instructor Lloyd's praise.

"However, there would be some students who wouldn't really get it by saying it's simply weakening the other person. Alright. Let's say there are two knights here at the same skill level."

Instructor Lloyd hand signed the girl to sit with a smile and moved the chalk in his hand, holding it up like a sword while he picked up another chalk in other hand.

"The two knights clash their swords and begin to fight fiercely. They consume each other's stamina, waiting for the other to make mistakes or reveal weak points."

He wrote Exhaust on the blackboard while simultaneously explaining.

"Let's say that they exchanged about twenty blows, but they wouldn't fall down. At that time, the knight facing the other knight screams and looks at the opponent with killing intent. The knight on the other side flinched and has a petrified expression on his face."

The Instructor wrote Pressure on the blackboard.

"Finally, the sword of first knight cuts through the opponent's shoulder. The opponent bleeds and begins to shake his movements. Little by little, he's seizing the chance of victory!"

Once again, Instructor Llyod wrote Bleeding on the blackboard.

As he explained the battle between the two knights using chalks, more and more words were written on the blackboard.

All those words were a kind of dark arts and curse magic.

The students were sitting at the edge of their seat and sweating from their hands as Instructor's voice reached a climax.

"And finally, the knight cuts off the head of his opponent!"

Instructor Llyod lowered his arm, holding the chalk and broke the other chalk in half.

There was a moment of silence in the lecture room.

Everyone was that much involved in his teaching.

Even I found it weirdly interesting.

Instructor Lloyd Frontera, who looked around the students without saying a word, smiled and wrote the word 'Doom' on the blackboard.

-Whoaa!!!!

Exclamations broke loose everywhere.I think you should take a look at

"Do you understand now? Even the most primitive and barbaric battles of human beings, simply clashing with weapons, is the series of steps of weakening the opponent to lead to victory."

Instructor Llyod picked up a new piece of chalk.

"Now, we'll look at the fight of the magician who know how to effectively use dark arts and curses."

He scribbled two persons on a blackboard and pointed at one of them.

"How will the one who know dark arts would defeat this opponent?"

He started to draw a circle from one using curses and drew circles around all the curse magic words he had written down previously and then dragged him to the edge of the blackboard to touch the other person.

"Doom! He won.", He said.

"Ah...!"

He smiled at the reaction of the students and started explaining what happened.

"The dark arts have a simple and light structure among many types magics and can be deployed quickly. It's efficient enough to completely shake up an opponent with a little effort."

Instructor Llyod winked at the male student sitting in the front row. He then swung his arm, completed the <Paralyse> curse within a matter of seconds, and fired it at him.

"Huff!"

Just like that, the male student sprawled in his seat. He rolled his eyes as if he couldn't move. Instructor walked slowly towards him.

"This is…"

Then he pulled out the training sword from the male student's bag and pretended to hit him on the neck.

"…how the dark art's users fight."

Woooooooooh!

Thrilled students jumped up from their seats and cheered.

Instructor Llyod smiled and bowed his head in response, releasing the curse on the student.

"I don't know which major you'll choose for the next year, but I boldly expect that at least 70% of freshmen will take my class in the 2nd semester."

Every student of the Freljord academy who manages to pass the 1st year would be required to chose one subject to major while studying compulsory subjects simultaneously.

Professor Llyod handled the higher and deep studies of Dark magic, so he was in fact advertising his course at the movement.

"Dark arts are a highly compatible study that don't require much talent to learn. While taking advantage of your skills, calmly place a curse into your opponent whenever you have a chance. That'll be the most effective way to secure the victory."

He walked back to the platform.

"Then let's talk a little bit about something you guys might find interesting."

And then, under the 'Studies on Dark arts and Curses' written on the blackboard, he began to write new words.

"I personally believe that studies on dark arts are the core of modern combat system. The reason is…"

He wrote 'Survival' on the blackboard.

"Because it's the most effective means of dealing with another being."

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