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“Come at me more seriously. Why aren’t you using the magic tool in your hand?”
“This isn’t something to be used against a living person. It’s a charm.”

When Hom fought Ignis, she had to activate her ability in a way that fit within the confines of this relatively small circular arena, which limited its power. But now, that wasn’t the case. I had assumed Hom was planning to use Blitzraid as her trump card, so her hesitation surprised me.

Now that I think about it, she had never actually tried using Blitzraid with the Hiraishin. She must’ve been reluctant to use it against Estea, who wasn’t even wearing any armor. If someone like Ms. Matilda, who could use powerful healing magic, were present, it would be a different story.

“It doesn’t matter. Use it.”

Estea swung her blade as if to demonstrate its power.

“First Blade—Gale Break, Swift Wind.”

The moment Estea unleashed her wind blade, a second surge of powerful wind assailed Hom. She tried to defend herself with her reinforced gauntlets, but her body was effortlessly blown away.

“…Do you still not understand?”

Estea didn’t follow up with an attack. Instead, she stared at Hom coldly.

“The difference in our abilities is obvious. I am confident that I can surpass even your trump card. A weaker opponent worrying about me is nothing but arrogance as a warrior.”
“I understand. I’ll do as you say.”

Hom nodded and retrieved the Hiraishin, ready to use it at any moment.

“I’m glad you’re finally taking this seriously. But I’m not kind enough to just stand here and wait for you.”

Estea smiled as she spoke, then declared in a dignified voice:

“Second Blade—Whirlwind Wheel.”

She swung her blade in a spinning motion, creating a vortex of wind around her. In an instant, the wind expanded into a tornado, lifting small stones and dust into the air as it accelerated.

“Hey, this is bad! Get back!”

Some students who couldn’t deploy magical barriers sensed the danger and retreated to the rear. Meanwhile, the magic students moved to the front, reinforcing the defensive barriers like the one Lili-Lulu had deployed.

“Come at me from anywhere you like.”

Amidst the raging storm, Estea unleashed blades of wind, beckoning Hom to attack. The violent winds—it was as if the tempest from that stormy night had materialized before our eyes. If one had to sum up Estea’s swordsmanship in a single word, hurricane would be the most fitting. The wind blades she conjured devoured everything in their path, slicing through all—she was truly a tyrant of the storm.

Yet, her strikes were never wild or reckless. Each blow was a calculated response, the optimal move for the situation at hand. No matter how boldly Hom charged in, a razor-sharp attack would always emerge from the turbulent winds, striking with absolute precision.

“Is something like this even possible…?”

Vannabelle’s stunned whisper rang oddly clear. Before the overwhelming power of the student council president—considered one of the most outstanding students—Hom couldn’t even land a blow. Estea’s battle sense was unparalleled, a gift that could only be described as innate talent. How could anyone hope to triumph over a storm that attacked with such perfect order?

Hom was being driven to the edge of the battle stage, struggling just to maintain distance from Estea.

“All you’re doing is running away!”
“Just give up already!”

The crowd, frustrated by Estea’s one-sided assault, began to jeer. But Hom had yet to abandon the fight. If closing the distance only led to immediate retaliation, what about attacking from afar? Or even—what if she struck from above?

At the heart of Estea’s storm, there was a vacant space—an eye in the cyclone. If Hom could use Blitzraid to dive into that opening, she might still have a chance.

“Come on, you’re out of options. But don’t worry—I won’t consider it a loss even if you fall off the stage.”

Estea spun faster, slashing at Hom with her wind blades. But then, as if realizing the same thing I had, Hom lifted her gaze toward the top of the whirlwind and shouted:

“Armament Transmutation!”

She conjured a mass of stone in midair and shattered it with a powerful kick. The debris, now transformed into a barrage of stone shards, shot toward Estea like bullets, raining down upon her.

“Oh? That’s an interesting idea!”

The violent winds surrounding Estea dissipated.

“Third Blade—Flying Swallow.”

With the incantation, the wind blades expanded, launching forth in tandem with Estea’s slash. The cutting gusts shattered Hom’s stone projectiles one after another, forcing her to evade and land beneath the battle stage.

“Too bad—it won’t work on me.”
“…Strong.”

Estea excelled in both offense and defense, showing not a single opening.

“Nya-ha~ Even my Magic Eyes are having trouble keeping up with this…”

Farah seemed to be struggling to figure out how Hom could fight back. Her murmur carried a wry smile, as if admitting defeat.

Breaking the brief silence, the noble dormitory’s bell rang—a likely pre-curfew warning. Estea’s expression shifted at the sound, perhaps mindful of the time.

“I’ll finish this before lights out.”

Her smile vanished. With her blade at the ready, she locked eyes with Hom.

“Fourth Blade—Azure Dragon Dance.”

Estea kicked off the ground and swung her sword. Hom dodged the first wind blade, but from her blind spot, Estea unleashed a flurry of strikes.

“It’s like she’s dancing…”

Alfe’s words were spot on. Estea wove around Hom, slashing relentlessly. It was as if she was toying with her, dancing through the fight.

Though Hom skillfully dodged and defended, the relentless barrage of wind blades overwhelmed her. Her transmuted gauntlets couldn’t regenerate fast enough.

“Armament Transmutation!”

Seemingly abandoning the idea of restoring her battered gauntlets, Hom shouted. What formed instead was a wall surrounding her on all sides.

At that moment, I saw it—lightning flashed.

“Blitzraid!!”

Feigning a defensive stance behind the wall, Hom had actually transmuted the rails and activated Blitzraid.

From inside the enclosure, two steel rails surged upward, crackling with electricity. Hom, now wrapped in coursing lightning, launched herself with explosive force.

“Armament Transmutation!”

Ascending straight up, Hom conjured a foothold midair and kicked off it with full force, diving straight toward Estea.

The Wind Flow enchantment inscribed into the soles of the special boots I had given her activated, further accelerating her descent.

“Haaaaaaah!!”

But Estea, as if she had foreseen it all, calmly incanted:

“Fifth Blade—Sky-Shattering Gale.”
“!?!”

A violent wind erupted behind Estea, propelling her into the air. She met Hom’s plummeting attack head-on, weaving through the turbulence with uncanny precision. As they passed each other, she lashed out—her blade slicing through the air like a fierce tempest, striking Hom’s torso.

“Hom!!!”

A gust howled through the battlefield, and Hom’s body was tossed away like a fallen leaf. She was flung from the stage, landing beyond its edge. Silence fell over the crowd, as if the entire world had been doused in stillness.

“…This is my victory¹.”

Estea’s voice sounded eerily distant. Everything felt surreal, as if the moment had detached from reality. I could do nothing but watch in helpless horror. My fingers, my legs—every part of me felt ice-cold, frozen in place.

What had happened to Hom?

“Don’t worry, I held back.”

Estea smiled at my stricken face, casually flicking her ponytail over her shoulder.

“…Melua, I’ll leave the rest to you.”
“Got it! Time for my healing magic to shine!”

Responding to Estea’s call with her usual cheer, Melua rushed to Hom’s side and began assessing her condition.

“Ugh…”

Hearing Hom’s faint voice, the spell of paralysis that had bound me broke, and reality snapped back into focus.

“Hom!” The moment I could move again, I dashed toward her.

“…Mas…ter…” Barely conscious, Hom managed to rasp out my name in a fragile whisper.

“I’m right here.” I grasped Hom’s battered hand, pressing it gently against my cheek. I had never seen her this wounded before. I had created her to fight, yet now, seeing her like this, I found myself wishing I never had.

“Don’t worry, I’ll patch her up in no time.” Even in the face of Hom’s condition, Melua remained unfazed. She must have immense confidence in her magic. Could I expect healing on the level of Ms. Matilda?

“When it comes to healing magic, I’m actually better than Ms. Matilda.” Noticing my worry, Melua flashed a proud grin, her twin Pure Eyes gleaming as if to prove her words. “But first, let’s get her to sleep for a bit.”

While casting her healing magic, Melua deftly layered another incantation.

“O dream-weaving spirits, manifest before me. Guide this soul into slumber, and grant them tranquil rest—REM.”

Even as she drifted into unconsciousness, Hom’s face remained twisted in pain. I could do nothing but hold onto her hand, unable to ease her suffering.

1. Robinxen: Okay it make sense but also I feel like this doesn’t make sense? I know Glass was just a research nerd in his past life so his combat technique knowledge was probably rock bottom but is modern magic that infinitely superior to whatever he put in Hom?

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