The Extra's Harem In Dead End Game

In my hand was a real sword, not the wooden one I had been holding before.

This was the start of full-scale training.

It meant I had truly mastered the first form of the Empire's 8th form, and now, I would finally gain swordsmanship skills that I could use.

The skills that Max had previously learned were so low that he could almost be considered as having no skills at all.

As Turk had said on the first day, it would be better to seal away the existing swordsmanship forever.

"Ahem, then as I said, I will start increasing the training level from today. You could say that the full-scale acquisition of the Imperial Type 8 starts now," Turk said solemnly.

Of course, I already knew it very well because I trained so much in the game.

"Okay," I replied, nodding out of courtesy.

If you match the rhythm, the person teaching will also become enthusiastic.

"Then I will demonstrate the first method first," Turk said, speaking with weight.

"Slash down."

A herbivore name that is a million years removed from any sense of weight.

There would probably be quite a few students who give up here, thinking, 'Oh, no matter how much I think about it, this isn't it.'

Of course, I am different from those students. To be honest, I admit that the name of the herbivore is very, very shabby.

But it's pretty useful.

It is true that it is only a stepping stone to following the characteristics of a basic master, but it also has its own value in the sense that it is a skill that can be used without burden, like a normal attack.

Everyone knows that skills with strong power are good. But you can't fight with those alone because such skills bring about a physical burden.

And most skills have skill delay. It means that even if you want to fire indiscriminately, you can't. That's why leveling is essential.

However, the Imperial Type 8 can be used like a normal attack but with a little more power added to it. In addition, it is solid with few gaps.

So it has its own value.

"Put the pressure down!" Turk performed a 1-step downward strike.

It wasn't flashy, but you could tell right away that it was spotless and clean.

That was the sword of a man who had seen the end of the basics. I got goosebumps when I saw it with my own eyes.

"Then, first, try to get into position," he instructed.

I took up the sword.

* * *

Lecture, training, training, review, sleep.

Lecture, training, training, review, sleep.

A day that repeats itself like a tornado.

I have completely adjusted my daily rhythm to a regular one to normalize the biological rhythm that has been ruined by a lazy and debaucherous lifestyle.

Max's gang tried to make peace by offering to have a drink and resolve what had happened back then, but I ignored them.

I couldn't waste my time on those guys. The time given to me is never enough.

I need to get good grades in the second semester right away. In order to get a good evaluation in my studies as well as in my practical training, I had to become stronger to some extent.

Of course, there were results. I learned three of the eight imperial styles.

In archery, if I shoot ten arrows, I can hit the target with three or four shots.

Thanks to such development, the grades of 'Swordsmanship E-, Archery F+' were raised one level each to 'Swordsmanship E, Archery E-'. Not only that, but strength, agility, and stamina, which were all 'E-', also got 'E'.

Although it was possible to rise quickly because it was a low grade, it would not have been possible without great effort.

But there was a problem. On the other side… magic.

The magic was too difficult.

"This is a big deal," I muttered, clicking my tongue. If things continue like this, magic will definitely fail. If that happens, the goal of class promotion will be out of reach.

"This is tricky."

I know what the problem is. It's because the foundation is empty. It's incredibly difficult to build new knowledge without a foundation.

Feeling frustrated, I even asked for help from Hiresia, with whom I had a connection, but she was surprisingly useless.

She was good at teaching archery, but her magic lessons were a mess.

'Why doesn't this work? Do it like this, like this! Then it will work.' …

How could that be possible? I realized anew that just because you are excellent doesn't necessarily mean you are a good teacher.

"… I need to find a true teacher."

Whenever I played, I always used the sword as my main weapon, and magic was only used as a secondary weapon, so I didn't know much about it.

But let's think about it.

'The professors will be overwhelmed.'

The magic professors at the Academy are basically busy with their own research.

Although it is okay to ask questions after class, it is impossible to receive basic instruction in person.

'Then...'

A few faces came to my mind.

First of all, Elaine of Fire and Ice.

Turk's only daughter and a genius magician who is considered one of the best in the Academy. We're in the same grade, so we have some connection, but the problem is that the our relationship is the worst.

There is absolutely no hope.

Then, Regina, the Knight of the Snow Wind?

I know that although she is a master of the sword, she has always excelled in magic.

But since she's my fiancée, if I go in with an iron plate on my face, it might be possible.

But... I confidently tell her to just wait and see if I'm qualified, and then ask her to teach me the basics of magic?

It's a move that won't even make I shave, and my evaluation will hit rock bottom.

'No, no.' I shook my head.

Well, other than that... there is no one.

This is not a joke; this is real.

That's the kind of guy Max was. There is no answer, there is no answer… No, wait.

I squinted my eyes as a thought suddenly occurred to me. There was one.

The master of magic.

That too, in the same class.

Blood Witch Riviera. Chapter 7: The boss and executive of the most evil organization, 'Red Rain,' but ironically, she is the one who was being robbed by Max's gang.

It's clear that she'll be a very dangerous enemy in the future, but that's not what's important now. She is a master of magic.

"If I can even steal money, why can't I learn magic?" I nodded my head repeatedly, as it made logical sense.

Anything that can be exploited can be exploited, even if it's by the enemy. How good is that?

I made a decision very quickly. "Let's go and get new teacher."

* * *

**Why?**

Riviera obediently stayed behind when I told her to stay after it was over.

... Isn't this woman actually a good person?

No, no, that can't be true. How many of my colleagues and I died because of this woman?

I shook off the nonsense and told her, "I have something to say."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Are you good at magic?"

Since she disguised her identity, she should say no. But now I know.

This woman is 4th dimensional. It seemed obvious that she would answer without much thought.

"I'm good," she said, as always, just giving an immediate answer.

I smiled inwardly in conversion. "I had a feeling that would be the case. Well then."

"..."

"Teach me some magic."

"?

Her eyes widened in question. Of course. I would do the same thing.

"Teach me some magic," I said again. Only then did she understand and shook her head.

"No way."

"Why?"

"The magic of our family."

It seemed like she was talking about blood magic.

It was ridiculous.

On the disguised subject, she is telling me that she knows how to use some special magic.

It's so awkward, it's too awkward.

But she looks very calm as if she doesn't know what the problem is. For a moment, I seriously wondered if Red Rain was actually an organization suffering from a serious manpower shortage.

... Otherwise, why would they let a woman like this infiltrate the academy undercover?

"No, not that." I corrected it.

"Then?"

"Elemental magic."

Riviera's eyes became thoughtful for a moment. Then she quickly shook her head again.

"No way."

"Why again?"

"You're not capable."

"..."

No, this bitch? The sudden assault of facts hit me hard in the heart. I had nothing to say.

Because it's true. I cleared my throat once and spoke again.

"Other than that."

"Then what?"

"Elemental Magic Basics."

Suddenly, she had this "Where am I, who am I?" look on her face.

It looked like her pride had been severely hurt. After some time had passed, she reluctantly opened her mouth.

"That kind of thing."

"Huh."

"I taught myself."

"It's difficult."

"It's Easy."

"It's difficult for me."

"..."

She kept her mouth shut. I put pressure on her by mentioning my fake identity.

"You guys need to keep your house and business running smoothly, right?"

It's very effective pressure for her, who pursues a perfect (?) disguise in her own way. Finally, she opened her mouth as if she had no choice.

"It's Possible...to teach you" It seems like she really hates it.

I barely managed to hold back my laughter.

"Really? Well then, that's good."

"..."

"I look forward to working with you in the future, teacher."