Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1031

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Chapter 1031

 

“…I understand for now.”

 

Though bewildered and confused, an Archmage was indeed different in some way.

 

He quickly regained his composure.

 

He still couldn’t understand his youngest disciple who revealed grand ambitions without any ambition…

 

…but the Great Artist decided to accept things as they were for now.

 

“If you’re saying you’ll shoulder the most tragic and pitiful fate in the Empire and become a sacrificial mage to burn yourself, what can I say about it.”

 

“…”

 

Lee Han looked at the artist with a displeased expression.

 

Despite saying he understood, his attitude didn’t seem accepting at all.

 

“I think you’ve already said quite a lot…”

 

“However, you must keep in mind that disciples who challenged the same thing before you met miserable fates.”

 

The artist didn’t give up easily.

 

To simply say ‘yes, do your best’ at the other’s single word was too much, given all the things he had seen and experienced until now.

 

If the other’s resolve was firm, he could approach slowly like spring sunlight melting winter’s ice and snow.

 

“Let me guess why you came. Since you came with two professors… you probably came at the request of Petrograd mages who found me suspicious, right?”

 

“!”

 

Lee Han was surprised by the sudden change of topic.

 

Thinking that denying it in front of someone so confident would only irritate them unnecessarily, Lee Han readily admitted this as well.

 

“I won’t deny it.”

 

“It’s natural for them to be worried. Most of the Skeleton Principal’s former disciples bring turmoil and upheaval wherever they go.”

 

The Great Artist wasn’t angry at the Petrograd mages.

 

Why would he be angry when the other party wasn’t even the Skeleton Principal?

 

And since the Skeleton Principal’s former disciples all had somewhat unstable aspects, it was understandable that they were worried.

 

“But there’s no need to worry prematurely. I’ll leave anyway once I complete what I want. Rather, causing a commotion would be more dangerous.”

 

“A commotion?”

 

Lee Han wondered if the Skeleton Principal would hear about it and come flying over if a commotion was caused.

 

But the artist shook his head.

 

“Though I’ve clearly left the school, there are many who don’t think so. There’s no reason to reveal my identity and call enemies over, is there?”

 

The Great Artist was more concerned about other enemies than the Skeleton Principal.

 

Starting with mage criminals, the Skeleton Principal had many enemies, and these enemies wouldn’t find it very convincing even if the artist declared ‘I’m no longer a disciple!’

 

“I see. Wait, if that’s the case, don’t you need to worry about the Principal either?”

 

“That’s not the case.”

 

‘That’s not the case…’

 

Though he might not be as aggressive as other enemies, there was nothing good about letting the Skeleton Principal know he was here.

 

Even if the artist himself thought there were no remaining debts, there was no knowing whether that eccentric would think the same.

 

“I have no intention of causing a commotion or creating fights. So if you want me to leave Petrograd, there’s only one way.”

 

While speaking, the Great Artist pointed at Lee Han. Lee Han asked in a tense voice.

 

“A duel?”

 

“…Didn’t you hear me just say I have no intention of creating fights?”

 

“Ah. I’m sorry. It’s become a habit because of the professors.”

 

“You’re going to help with my work.”

 

“Me?”

 

Lee Han was puzzled.

 

Setting aside the difficulty of helping an Archmage’s work, above all…

 

“Wouldn’t the professors be better?”

 

“I don’t want to associate with those low-intelligence traitors for even a single second.”

 

“…Ah, yes.”

 

* * *

 

“Don’t worry too much. There was probably an error in the spatial movement.”

 

Dalseur consoled the two professors.

 

Especially in Professor Garcia’s case, since she cared for and worried about students so much, the shock would be greater.

 

However, in truth, there wasn’t much reason to worry greatly in the current situation.

 

Wasn’t this just an error in spatial magic that occurred without any particular magic interfering or enemies attacking?

 

At most, he probably emerged at another carriage entrance, so he was definitely somewhere within Petrograd territory.

 

“I’m not worried about Student Lee Han. Honestly, Student Lee Han would manage his part wherever he’s dropped.”

 

At Professor Garcia’s words, the students behind were slightly taken aback.

 

Of course, they agreed too, but didn’t Professor Garcia usually worry a bit more…

 

…about them?

 

“Isn’t she worrying too little?”

 

“Honestly, it might be Wardanaz’s own doing…”

 

While the students murmured among themselves, Professor Garcia continued speaking.

 

“What I’m worried about now is the Principal’s former disciple. If we make contact rashly without Student Lee Han present, we might all be immediately kicked out.”

 

“You’re exaggerating too much. Still, he’s a fellow alumnus, isn’t he?”

 

Dalseur thought Professor Garcia was speaking with exaggeration.

 

No matter what, would that Great Artist not listen to a single word and kick out junior alumni?

 

However, Professor Garcia and Professor Boladi shook their heads with serious faces.

 

“…R-really??”

 

“Yes.”

 

Disciples who had defected from under the Skeleton Principal, whether pre-Einroguard or post-Einroguard disciples, didn’t particularly like the faculty.

 

They treated them as the Skeleton Principal’s minions, lackeys, spies, and so on.

 

And in fact, it wasn’t completely wrong either.

 

“We need to quickly find Student Lee Han and go around together. Otherwise, everyone except Student Lee Han might get kicked out.”

 

-Did he say Wardanaz Family? What a lucky guy. To have the opportunity for a private audience with such a Great Artist.

 

-The Artist must be trying to impart enlightenment. It’ll be a good opportunity for those barbarians from Einroguard.

 

“…”

 

“…Found him.”

 

The group breathed a sigh of relief for now.

 

Though it was curious how he had found his way there again, at least the urgent fire was extinguished.

 

Tap tap-

 

Professor Boladi lightly tapped Professor Garcia’s shoulder.

 

“What is it?”

 

“I think we should stop him.”

 

“?”

 

At the senior professor’s words, Garcia felt puzzled.

 

“Are you worried? But that person isn’t particularly dangerous.”

 

Having entered Petrograd and heard additional explanations from the students, Professor Garcia was almost certain about the other’s identity.

 

If she was right, he wasn’t someone who would do anything threatening. Rather, he would pity Einroguard students and help them if anything.

 

“Wardanaz might be persuaded.”

 

“…Uh…”

 

Professor Garcia was momentarily speechless at this unexpected point.

 

Until now, she had only thought about how to persuade the other party to leave Petrograd, but thinking about it, the other party could also persuade this side.

 

Especially if the professors weren’t nearby.

 

Wasn’t ‘that artist’ a senior who considered persuading Einroguard students to defect as his life’s mission and noble duty?

 

If Student Lee Han was persuaded and said ‘Farewell professors, I’m quitting Einroguard to find happiness in my life’ and left…

 

Alsicle, who had been listening nearby, widened his eyes and said.

 

“…Wait, wouldn’t that be good? It would be a happy thing for Wardanaz… Why, why are you looking at me like that, Voladi Bagrec.”

 

Alsicle cowered under Professor Boladi’s gaze and slipped behind Professor Garcia to hide.

 

Professor Garcia grabbed Alsicle with an annoyed expression and sent him back to his original spot.

 

* * *

 

“Petrogard is more boring than I thought.”

 

“Shh. Keep it down. You’ll show how uncultured you are.”

 

The White Tiger Tower students tried to hide their boredom with the Petrogard field trip.

 

Though they loved swords more than books, there was no need to go around advertising that fact.

 

“But look, even those Blue Dragon Tower guys are doing the same thing.”

 

-Agh! This is damn boring!

 

Gainando rolled back and forth on the grass, shouting.

 

Adenart kept as much distance as possible. She truly didn’t want to be thought of as being in the same group as Gainando.

 

“There were some decent paintings and sculptures to see.”

 

Yoner, who had gone around sightseeing with Nilia, said.

 

However, Gainando scoffed.

 

“I’d rather read a magazine one more time than look at that stuff.”

 

“Are you bored?”

 

“!”

 

Gainando opened his eyes in surprise at the sight of a Petrogard student approaching him.

 

Looking closely, it was the Petrogard student he had met on the way here, the one he had mistaken for a corpse.

 

“You, you’re…”

 

“I’m Bunaljo.”

 

“Ga, Gainando. I’m Imperial Family of the Empire.”

 

Adenart looked around and quickly pulled her cloak over her head.

 

She was worried that Gainando might say something like ‘She’s Imperial Family too.’

 

“I see. Gainando.”

 

“You were playing outside the whole time. Why did you come back?”

 

“Why are you angry?”

 

“I’m not angry!”

 

Bunaljo couldn’t understand why the Einroguard students were getting angry.

 

There were strange magic school students in the world who got angry just watching others have fun.

 

“What a strange fellow. I came back because I got everything I wanted.”

 

After finishing his words, Bunaljo rummaged around and pulled out his equipment.

 

Chisels and awls, hammers and saws – various magical items for sculpting took shape with a clatter.

 

The Einroguard students who had been idling around with nothing to do also gathered one by one, perhaps out of boredom.

 

What kind of enchantment magic would Petrogard show, worthy of its reputation?

 

“Your Highness. How is that sculpture?”

 

“It’s excellent. However, it seems too rough…”

 

Bunaljo heard this and replied.

 

“This is my taste.”

 

“Still, isn’t it too rough?”

 

The Petrogard student shrugged and focused on his work again.

 

The wyvern statue, much rougher and more fierce-looking than its original form, quickly took on its imposing appearance.

 

“…Wait. Did you just see that? Nilia?”

 

“Huh? Huh? I wasn’t dozing off.”

 

At her friend’s question, Nilia answered frantically. Yoner pointed at the wings and asked.

 

“Look at those wings.”

 

“Wings? Uh… wyvern wings don’t look like that. That’s inefficient. Haven’t you seen a wyvern?”

 

“…Th, this looks cooler.”

 

Bunaljo, who hadn’t shown any emotion all day, stammered.

 

However, Yoner didn’t care. That wasn’t what was important right now.

 

“Didn’t those wings move?”

 

“How could they move when no magic has been cast yet?”

 

The other friends nearby looked puzzled.

 

Right now, that Petrogard student had only been sculpting and hadn’t cast any magic yet. A wyvern that was just a lump of stone couldn’t move.

 

“It can move.”

 

Bunaljo answered as if annoyed.

 

“What?”

 

“I said it can move. Sometimes when inspiration is abundant, works become magic itself without using magic.”

 

‘…Primitive magic!?’

 

Gainando grumbled as if to say ‘don’t lie,’ but a few perceptive students realized what the other person was talking about and were shocked.

 

A form of magic that operated differently from current Imperial magic.

 

Yoner thought to himself.

 

‘That’s impossible. For a statue of that level to move, you’d need to layer enchantment magic with transformation magic several times…’

 

There were reasons why primitive magic wasn’t incorporated into Imperial magic.

 

Since its power was weak, inconsistent, or unstable, there was no particular reason to use it.

 

“Today is pretty good. You guys should be able to see it too.”

 

“What can we see… Gasp!”

 

All the Einroguard students stood up from their seats.

 

The half-completed wyvern statue was slowly flapping its wings and moving.

 

Bunaljo said with pride.

 

“Real magic should be able to summon magic that the mage himself can’t use or even think of. Like this.”

 

Bunaljo himself didn’t know how to implement magic that would make a wyvern statue come alive and move.

 

However, sometimes, when inspiration and luck followed, he would accidentally implement such magic.

 

The wyvern statue slowly turned back to stone. Bunaljo tapped the statue and said.

 

“I’m only at this level, but there are more amazing mages. They implement much more powerful and difficult magic. Especially that artist who came this time is beyond imagination.”

 

“Beyond imagination?”

 

“He’s trying to breathe eternal life into his works.”

 

“…Sh, shouldn’t we call Wardanaz?”

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