Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1002

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Chapter 1002

 

‘Did I manage to fulfill my role as a senior, even if just a little?’

 

Lee Han felt a sense of pride.

 

Just as he had received help from Einroguard’s upperclassmen, the fact that he could pass on that same help to his underclassmen was more satisfying than he had expected.

 

Closing his eyes, Lee Han recalled the seniors who had helped him.

 

Senior Diret, and…

 

‘…Hmm. I can’t remember, but there must be more.’

 

He’d been so busy lately that he surely couldn’t remember their names. Lee Han decided to think of it that way.

 

“Then let’s see your exam.”

 

“Here it is.”

 

Professor Boladi placed a white sheet of paper on the table and pushed over an ink bottle and quill pen.

 

Lee Han tilted his head.

 

‘Are you telling me to fight with an ink bottle and quill pen?’

 

They looked a bit inadequate as weapons, but it wasn’t impossible. Lee Han quickly calculated.

 

‘I could make the ink inside shoot up and then complete a small water orb projectile. If I had learned gasification properties, I could have blocked vision. Is the quill pen transformation magic after all? Even if I transform it, it’s too small and light to become a threatening weapon. If I use telekinesis to use it like a throwing weapon… then the balance would be too focused on ranged attacks.’

 

While Lee Han was calculating the timing of when to attack with the ink bottle and quill pen, Professor Boladi spoke calmly.

 

“Sign it.”

 

“?”

 

He checked if there might be transparent writing on the white paper saying ‘I will not write a complaint letter against Einroguard even if I am seriously injured in this fight,’ but he felt no energy from the paper.

 

“What signature do you mean?”

 

“A signature that you took the final exam.”

 

“…Professor, you too?!”

 

Lee Han was shocked when he belatedly understood Professor Boladi’s meaning. He was so surprised he almost jumped.

 

He could understand Professor Garcia or Senior Diret. Given their kind souls, they could pass Lee Han for his sake.

 

But even that Professor Boladi was trying to just let him pass!

 

“Is it okay to pass like this?”

 

“Even if you beg, there’s no exam.”

 

Professor Boladi spoke in a firm voice, slightly raising the tip of his eyebrow.

 

No matter how optimistically he calculated, his current disciple needed to rest a bit more.

 

He himself would want much more difficult magical combat, but as a master, he couldn’t grant that.

 

“…That’s absolutely not what I meant… Ah, what does that matter. Anyway, thank you.”

 

Lee Han gave up trying to persuade him.

 

Even if he tried to persuade him now, Professor Boladi would think ‘My disciple is being shy and pretending otherwise.’

 

Rather, he was just grateful for the consideration of letting him pass an exam like this.

 

‘I might be mistaken, but Professor Bagrek has unexpectedly kind aspects.’

 

“Oh. Professor. I need to persuade creditors together with the Principal, do you have any advice?”

 

At Lee Han’s question, Professor Boladi fell into thought.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Then he fell into even deeper thought once more. Lee Han regretted asking.

 

“…I didn’t ask that seriously. It’s fine if you don’t give advice.”

 

“Wait.”

 

Professor Boladi made his impatient disciple wait, then fell into thought one last time.

 

Only after a long while (Lee Han, unable to bear the boredom, had taken out the baby basilisk to play) did the professor speak.

 

“Kidnapping influential people of the Empire isn’t easy. But it’s not impossible.”

 

“I asked about persuasion.”

 

Lee Han could immediately understand why the Skeleton Principal didn’t take Professor Boladi to meet the creditors.

 

* * *

 

Yukveltire finally went to find in person the bad friend who ignored paper birds.

 

“???”

 

Then she thrust a thick bundle of papers at the bewildered Diret. It was a petition densely filled with recent complaints.

 

Diret, accustomed to his friend’s eccentric behavior, responded calmly. Reading the petition, Diret tilted his head.

 

“Wait. A small world? You didn’t ask me about it.”

 

“…Did I not?”

 

Yukveltire hesitated.

 

The petition stated ‘Diret concealed the junior’s small world magic from Yukveltire herself,’ but strictly speaking, Yukveltire had never asked about it.

 

However, befitting Professor Verdus’s disciple, Yukveltire spoke shamelessly.

 

“Even if I didn’t ask, you should have told me.”

 

“No. You were called, weren’t you?”

 

“What?”

 

“You were called. Back then when we came out of the underground area, you were called. The junior asked about small worlds so I called you.”

 

-Yukveltire. The junior has something to ask about magic.

 

-You answer him. I have things to do.

 

-What are you so busy with? It’s just answering a question.

 

“…”

 

Come to think of it, she remembered ignoring their calls and watching from behind, wanting to secretly observe the small world magic.

 

Yukveltire retrieved the petition with a much more dejected face and tore out the part about concealing small world magic.

 

Diret spoke with a triumphant expression.

 

“That’s why I told you so many times to be good to the underclassmen.”

 

“Don’t make illogical leaps taking advantage of this opportunity. More importantly, where is the Wardanaz family junior?”

 

When the junior came to her, she was shocked by the misunderstanding that Diret had hidden the truth and missed it, but if he had actually cast a small world, she couldn’t help but check it.

 

Especially since Diret hadn’t hidden the truth and the two had sought Yukveltire’s own wisdom.

 

Yukveltire was very generous. Even more so when it came to magic.

 

Diret, who was reading the ‘Why Diret shouldn’t be angry at Yukveltire’ section of the petition, looked up.

 

“The junior? He’s probably not at school right now.”

 

“…What do you mean? There should still be a week left until vacation.”

 

Starting tomorrow, Einroguard students would go through a grueling final exam week and then have a boring and tedious summer vacation period.

 

Yukveltire looked at Diret with suspicious eyes, wondering if he was trying to deceive her.

 

“You’re not trying to deceive me again, are you. Like last time.”

 

“…That was three years ago…”

 

Diret spoke as if he couldn’t believe it.

 

That was when they were both second years.

 

Yukveltire had been holed up in her room so much, refusing food and drink while only researching magic (Professor Garcia was so concerned she asked Diret for help), that he couldn’t stand it and lied, saying ‘Yukveltire, this week is the marshmallow candy festival period, so you should participate with dignity.’

 

Kind upperclassmen created a festival atmosphere with fake marshmallows and fake candy, causing Yukveltire’s research progress to be delayed by about a week.

 

It was a heinous crime that Yukveltire would never have forgiven if she herself hadn’t been generous.

 

“You ate the melted marshmallows deliciously though…”

 

“What?”

 

“Nothing. Anyway, the junior really went outside school. He finished all his final exams and decided to help the Principal with work.”

 

“…”

 

Realizing her friend was telling the truth, Yukveltire’s complexion became a bit paler than usual.

 

“Don’t worry too much. It’s not dangerous work, just assisting with persuasion… Ah. You’re worried about your research right now, not the junior.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Diret spoke with mischievous satisfaction.

 

“Well, what can you do. You can’t get help during vacation. You should complain to the Principal.”

 

“That’s right. Thanks for the advice.”

 

The Blue Dragon Tower 5th year student, having quickly finished her calculations and decision, turned around sharply.

 

Seeing this, Diret had an ‘oh no’ moment.

 

“…Wait! Yukveltire! I don’t know what plan you’re scheming, but calm down first! It’s probably a bad idea! Come back!”

 

* * *

 

Statistically, it was the dawn of a new week when final exams began – the time when Einroguard students were most absorbed in their magic studies.

 

A single carriage quietly slipped out of the school.

 

“…”

 

The Skeleton Principal in human form was so focused that he didn’t even glance at Lee Han sitting across from him. Papers and stationery, sealing wax, quill pens and ink bottles floated frantically through the air, stirring up chaos inside the carriage.

 

“Principal.”

 

“…”

 

“Principal!!!”

 

“I’m listening. I’m listening.”

 

The Skeleton Principal answered with an attitude that suggested he wasn’t really listening at all. Meanwhile, he kept muttering the contents of his letters.

 

“That anger is quite understandable… Professor Verdus isn’t intentionally avoiding completing his works, he’s just too busy teaching his current disciples… I’ll sternly reprimand him, so please understand… Just wait a little longer for the gold coins I invested this time, and I’ll definitely…”

 

‘No way. Is it okay to lie so shamelessly like that?’

 

Lee Han was flustered.

 

Even when lying, shouldn’t there be some limits?

 

Professor Verdus being too busy with disciples to complete his works – it was such an easily exposed lie.

 

After about 30 minutes, the Skeleton Principal’s mind finally returned.

 

The Principal looked at Lee Han and nodded slightly.

 

“Did you finish all your final exams?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Personally, I wanted you to master more 5th Circle magic and strengthen your foundation before entering a proper small world… but since you’ve entered one anyway, well done.”

 

Magic like the small world Basilios was on a completely different level from ordinary small world magic.

 

While it was ancient magic, the biggest difference was that it was inheritance-type magic that dealt strictly with masters, qualifications, and conditions.

 

The difference became starkly apparent when compared to the small world Pentagrammaton that Diret had learned.

 

Pentagrammaton was a small world that any dark mage could learn by sealing five high-ranking demons, but Basilios could only be inherited by disciples of the projection.

 

Rather than such side paths, the Skeleton Principal had expected Lee Han to improve his overall magical abilities like other 5th year students before learning the small world magic currently popular in the Empire.

 

That would have been much more stable and versatile.

 

But what could be done now that things had turned out this way?

 

“You can finish learning the 5th Circle magic during the second semester.”

 

“…”

 

Lee Han was dumbfounded but agreed for now.

 

“I’ll work hard at it.”

 

“What’s this? I expected you to grumble.”

 

“I made a promise to my master, so I should at least do this much.”

 

“…Go sit on the coachman’s seat.”

 

The Skeleton Principal chased Lee Han to the coachman’s seat with an annoyed expression. The Death Knight driving the horses looked at the disciple with pity.

 

-You have my sympathy.

 

“You actually leave when I tell you to leave? Get back in here quickly.”

 

At the voice from inside the carriage, Lee Han returned. The Skeleton Principal grumbled.

 

“This kid acts like he’d rather die than do what I ask him to do…”

 

Outside, the Death Knights whispered among themselves.

 

So the Skeleton Principal banished the knights to the punishment room.

 

“What did they say that made you reverse-summon them?”

 

“They joked that if I ascended too, wouldn’t Parkjuenaz work just as reluctantly on what I assigned him.”

 

Lee Han was impressed by the Death Knights’ audacity.

 

It really wasn’t ordinary boldness.

 

“What? Do you want to make jokes too?”

 

The Skeleton Principal in human form sent a look that said ‘go ahead and try if you want to.’

 

Lee Han quickly changed the subject.

 

“What kind of people are the creditors you need to persuade?”

 

“…They fall into several categories.”

 

The Skeleton Principal let out a light sigh. You could feel his disgust just thinking about it.

 

“First, there are the bureaucrats. These bureaucrats took out the Empire’s gold to support me.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“The problem is that I threatened these people rather roughly.”

 

“Oh…”

 

“Next, there are the noble families. These families also provided support in every way possible.”

 

“Ah. Is it because they have several family bloodlines enrolled in Einroguard?”

 

“No. I threatened them roughly.”

 

“…”

 

Lee Han began to feel uneasy.

 

…Did he perhaps solve everything through threats?

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