How to Live Comfortably as an Abandoned Prince

Chapter 235 : Chapter 235

‘As expected, Radel participated from the Black Falcon Dormitory.’The 3rd-year representative player, Pasion Tetry, nodded while looking at the 1st-year representative team.

As he expected, Radel came out for the Transmutation Magic match.

Seeing that Leon, who was also from the Integrated Major, participated together, Pasion was secretly impressed.

Because he knew what kind of relationship Radel had with his twin brother, Leon.

It must have been difficult for them to participate as the same team.

‘He is a more interesting junior the more I see him.’

Furthermore, Pasion marveled once again at the material Radel's team chose.

Just a single sheet of paper.

Wasn't it a bold choice for a 1st-year?

Pasion smirked watching Radel returning with the paper without hesitation along with the 1st-year who came with him.

And far away, he saw the 2nd-year Zirco Lev grinding his teeth toward Radel.

He was a junior who constantly strived to gain Professor Thomas’s favor.

For him, the existence of Radel, who appeared suddenly, would be hard to endure.

Since he must have heard rumors from the beginning of the semester about the 1st-year whom Professor Thomas showed enough interest in to offer a major first.

But in Pasion's view, Radel didn't seem to be particularly wary of Zirco.

Rather, he seemed to have good feelings toward Zirco as a direct senior, but didn't seem to feel any other emotions at all.

Without knowing that such an appearance of Radel was fueling Zirco's jealousy even more.

‘It will be an interesting match.’

Pasion intuitively felt that this match would be enjoyable.

* * *

“You're saying we will make a boat with this?”

“Isn't there too much difference from other teams?”

Despite Leon and Armandy’s concerns, Radel didn't bat an eye.

“Yeah. Just wait a moment.”

Then he folded the large paper he brought and started making a paper boat.

In his opinion, this method was the best.

Transmutation Magic would unravel if concentration dropped.

Seniors who were more skilled in Transmutation Magic than them could maintain the boat's form for a long time even if they cast magic on different materials, but it wasn't an easy task for 1st-years.

Transmutation Magic required stronger concentration the longer it lasted.

To prevent the Transmutation Magic from unraveling while crossing the lake, the simpler the better.

If they gathered sturdy materials to make a boat or mixed various materials like other teams, it was obvious that the boat would dismantle on the water if concentration dropped.

But what if the material was a single piece of paper?

Even if the magic unraveled for a moment, they could buy time to cast the magic again.

‘Don’t tell me?’

Seeing Radel folding the boat, Leon also realized his intention.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was a guy who used his head well.

When Radel almost finished the paper boat, Leon silently started casting Transmutation Magic.

At this point, Armandy also had no choice but to realize Radel’s intention.

‘You could have just explained that there was a reason like this!’

Anyway, the 8th Prince was like a sly snake.

The four 1st-year representatives became one mind and cast Transmutation Magic on the paper boat.

Not long after, the paper boat turned into a plausible real boat.

“Good, let’s go now. Everyone is ready, right?”

“Yes, Prince.”

“Hmph. Even if you don't say it, we are going to depart anyway.”

Although there was a slight conflict of opinion, the 1st-year representative team floated the completed boat on the lake and grabbed the oars.

And from then on, the checks from other teams began in earnest.

* * *

There was no problem until floating the boat on the lake.

The real incident happened on the lake.

“Ugh!”

Armandy, who was rowing, screamed.

Suddenly, his arms became heavy like rocks.

At Armandy’s scream as he almost let go of the oar, Radel asked.

“What's wrong, Almond?”

“That is... my arms became heavy, so I looked and the oar had changed.”

It was ordinary wood until a moment ago, but it had turned into steel instead of wood before he knew it.

It was certain that another team had used Transmutation Magic to change it.

“Didn't they say magic isn't allowed except when making the boat?”

“Such dirty...! We must tell the referee immediately!”

Edward and Armandy said indignantly.

However, Radel only shrugged his shoulders.

“Still, we can't stop the match in the middle. There is no proof of who did it either.”

Usually, in matches like this, all sorts of tricks happened under the surface.

It was something expected to some extent.

Moreover, there was something Radel had prepared in case something similar happened.

It was none other than a friend good at magic.

Radel asked Armandy with a calm expression.

“Almond, you can undo that, right?”

“Ha...”

A sigh of disbelief flowed out of Armandy’s mouth for a moment.

Why did ominous premonitions never miss the mark?

‘I didn't want to come out to the match because of this!’

Armandy, discovering himself becoming a magic slave again, tightly closed his eyes.

“Don’t tell me, you can't do it?”

Seeing Armandy’s reaction, Radel asked shamelessly.

Looking at Radel who was perfectly calm, the words that he couldn't do it didn't come out.

“...No. I can do it.”

From then on, Armandy faced the Transmutation Magic indiscriminately thrown by the seniors.

“Change!”

Even if Edward’s oar changed like a feather, or Radel’s oar became limp, they returned without fail with one shot of Armandy’s magic.

Radel could row diligently trusting his friend who was good at magic.

As Armandy’s active role began, teams that were shocked emerged.

They were the seniors who targeted the 1st-years.

“Wait! Did you cast the magic properly?”

“Why are those guys so fine?”

“Zirco! Try casting it one more time!”

The 2nd-years who secretly cast magic on the 1st-years’ boat shouted at each other in bewilderment.

This was something outside their expectations.

When they were 1st-years, they couldn't prepare for the seniors' magic and had to give up the match first.

Traditionally, wasn't that the role of a 1st-year?

Being defeated in vain by seniors due to lack of experience or skill.

But those 1st-years were strangely fine.

They just steadfastly cut through the current and moved forward.

“Become heavy!”

“Flow down!”

Even after continuing to throw prepared magic, there was no reaction, so the 2nd-years slowly sensed something strange.

“Are you sure you did it properly?”

“Something is strange?”

“There is no time to focus on magic now! We have to row faster!”

However, other than magic, the only thing they could do was row.

In this match, the team that crossed the lake and returned quickly won.

They had forgotten the fact that there was something more important than casting magic on or interfering with other boats.

“Put away the staffs and grab the oars!”

“At this rate, we will be caught up!”

And at the same time, Radel was also thinking similarly to the seniors.

‘The time has come.’

Anyway, it was hard to resolve the match just by defending.

Radel decided to take out the second weapon prepared for times like this.

“Leon. Can you cast magic on the 2nd-year seniors’ boat over there?”

Leon, who was rowing silently, had a cold expression.

As expected of a guy with extraordinary cunning, he seemed to have no intention of playing the match fairly.

Leon said to Radel in a stiff voice.

“Are you telling me to do such a cowardly act now? It is unbefitting of royalty.”

Then Radel muttered quietly.

“Hmm, was it the Tower of Combat? It reminds me of when someone attacked me...”

It was true.

Something like cowardly wasn't for Leon, who secretly attacked Radel in the Tower of Combat, to say.

Realizing that fact, Leon’s expression hardened.

“They attacked first over there, but if you really think it's cowardly, you don't have to do it. I just have to row harder.”

Radel started rowing harder as if he could win regardless of Leon’s magic.

Looking at that somehow made Leon pissed off.

Leon quietly took out his staff.

* * *

“Ugh! Why is the boat like this?”

The 2nd-years faced another difficulty.

Suddenly, water leaked in from the bottom of the boat.

It was definitely a bottom plate made by casting Transmutation Magic on sturdy wooden planks.

But now it had turned like a soft sponge.

As the lake water entering through the bottom soaked the 2nd-years’ clothes, everyone panicked and ran about in confusion.

Zirco shouted urgently.

“Focus! We just have to cast the magic again!”

At Zirco’s words, the 2nd-years hurriedly came to their senses.

That was right. If the Transmutation Magic unraveled, they just had to cast the magic again.

“Right. Let's focus!”

“We can just cast the magic again!”

The 2nd-years put down the oars for a moment and grabbed their staffs.

However, time didn't wait for them.

As soon as they barely turned the bottom back to hard wood, it changed again.

This time, it became a net full of holes.

“Aaaack!”

“The boat is sinking!”

Water started seeping through the holes in the net, and not long after, the boat sank before the 2nd-years could do anything.

SPLASH!

Floating on the lake, the 2nd-years burst into rage watching the sinking boat.

“Who on earth did this!”

“I won't leave you alone!”

At the sight of the 2nd-years trembling with anger, Leon secretly put the staff into his bosom.

And quickly grabbed the oar.

“Heave-ho, heave-ho!”

Radel checked the sinking of the 2nd-years’ boat and shouted the chant louder.

They had to row hard taking advantage of this gap.

There were still 3rd and 4th-year boats remaining ahead.

They were opponents they had to beat unconditionally, although it was hard, to avoid Professor Marianne’s anger.

The 1st-years’ boat advanced at tremendous speed.

Especially Radel’s performance was dazzling.

The seniors were overwhelmed by Radel’s stamina, who sat at the very back rowing without getting tired.

“It makes no sense! Why doesn't that 1st-year get tired?”

“I don't know, it's scary!”

“Wasn't this a Magic Academy? Why is that guy alone not like a magician!”

No matter that physical training classes were mandatory at the Academy, magicians were magicians.

It was rare to find someone who could surpass the stamina of Radel, who woke up every dawn to train.

Even Pasion was surprised seeing Radel passing the 3rd-year boat like an arrow.

He was curious about what method he would use, but to think he would win with pure stamina.

“Amazing...?”

As Pasion muttered, other 3rd-years clamored.

“What's amazing! Just row quickly!”

“Wake up! Are we going to lose at this rate?”

Eventually, the championship trophy came into Radel’s arms.

“The winning team of this Transmutation Magic Rowing Match is... Black Falcon Dormitory.”

For the first time, the Black Falcon Dormitory grabbed 1st place in the sports festival.

With this, they would be able to avoid Professor Marianne’s cold punishment.

Radel felt his mind at ease as a grade representative.

And he greeted the team members who worked hard with him.

“Everyone worked hard. If the four of us hadn't combined our strength, we couldn't have won.”

Edward rejoicing, Leon with no change in expression but corners of mouth twitching, etc.

The faces of the team members entered Radel’s eyes.

Radel looked back at Armandy last and said.

“Thanks to you, we were able to block the seniors, Armandy. As expected, you were cool.”

Armandy, whose heart softened a little thanks to taking 1st place, avoided Radel’s eyes and cleared his throat.

Actually winning by combining strength didn't feel too bad.

“Ahem, well. It is nothing much.”

Then, as if waiting for it, Radel grinned and said this.

“Then now that the match is over, we should go back to the stall, right?”

It was the moment Armandy’s vision turned pitch black.