Chapter 57: Corruption?
Though I felt a little bad for the tournament participants, some time had passed since the sudden deathmatch began.
“Huff... huff...”
“Ugh...”
“......”
As the smoke that had filled the arena gradually cleared, the outcome of the battle—which even I couldn’t properly follow—finally came into view.
‘...Well, at least three are still standing.’
The ones left standing after the chaos were Cecil, Adel, and the doppelgänger Robin—three in total.
Judging by that, the minimum requirement for placing in the Prodigy Selection Tournament had at least been met.
‘The other students... luckily, they’re only unconscious.’
In a chaotic free-for-all within pitch-black darkness, all I could really do was pour my effort into using white magic to protect the students.
‘Well, all they needed to do was fight, really.’
I’d practiced plenty of times on Alfred, who constantly suffered from osteoporosis, so I was pretty proficient in healing and protective spells.