Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1036
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Chapter 1036
“There’s such a prince?”
While Lee Han was shocked, Professor Garcia beside him looked puzzled.
The outstanding Enchantment Mages of Petrograd knew how to temporarily breathe life into works using primitive magic. That was a fact Professor Garcia also knew.
However, if it had been in the artist senior’s quarters, the story would be different.
If it was a painting that senior would have hung up?
“Prince Amlatbilma perhaps?”
“Who is that?”
Lee Han tilted his head at Professor Garcia’s muttering.
Then the Red Knight answered instead.
“A prince from the old Seven Kingdoms era. He left behind several outstanding works.”
“Ah.”
“…You said you were from the Wardanaz Family, right? You’re from a great noble family, so why don’t you know?”
Knight Ram’s innocent question made Lee Han slightly hurt.
He knew the fake gold speculation incident that occurred during the Seven Kingdoms era from beginning to end in detail, but he really had no interest in famous artist princes.
“I do know about the fake gold speculation incident though.”
“Was there such an incident? No. Why would someone who knows that not know about Amlatbilma…”
“Student Lee Han is smart, that’s why. Anyway, Student Lee Han. So it’s not Prince Amlatbilma?”
Professor Garcia, unable to bear watching her disciple’s predicament, intervened.
However, the answer that came back was beyond imagination.
“Yes. It’s the Principal.”
“…”
Professor Garcia was so greatly shocked that she temporarily froze.
It was a reaction as if she had been hit by time magic.
“Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-who?”
“The Principal…”
“Don’t lie! Why would there be a painting of the Principal in senior’s room?”
“Well, it’s a long story…”
Lee Han summarized it briefly and simply.
It was such a plan that the senior would likely think of that Professor Garcia couldn’t help but nod unconsciously.
‘He would do that!’
By personality, he was definitely someone who would do such a thing.
…Of course, that didn’t mean it didn’t feel strange…
“So there was originally a moving painting?”
Breathing life into works also had stages.
Starting from simply moving to the level of speaking.
Hearing the knight’s words, it seemed kind, so that meant it was capable of speaking.
‘Even if it’s senior, that’s really amazing?’
Being able to speak even without the artist present meant some level of sustainability had been secured.
Even considering the Great Artist’s magic, it was truly an amazing result.
“No. There wasn’t.”
“What?”
“At least among the paintings I saw, I remember there being none… In the first place, senior’s purpose was to complete a perfect work, not some half-hearted painting.”
What the Great Artist wanted was a completely living and moving benevolent Archmage, not a kind Archmage who would speak from within a painting.
Naturally, there was no reason to waste energy completing such things.
“I see. Then there’s only one possibility.”
Professor Garcia said with a stern face.
“Which is?”
“The knight was mistaken.”
“…”
“…”
Lee Han looked at Professor Garcia, who was escaping reality, as if dumbfounded. Even Professor Boladi seemed a bit incredulous.
Knight Ram made a small grumbling sound.
“Even so, would I mistake something like that…”
* * *
-Disciple! It’s been a long time.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Professor Garcia, who entered the quarters, let out a shrill scream.
Ram asked in confusion.
“Why, why are you doing that?”
For that strong battle mage to scream like that.
Could it be a cursed painting?
“No. Einrogard’s Mages all tend to scream when they see that prince’s painting.”
‘Mages!’
The knight clicked his tongue inwardly.
The mages of the Empire’s magic schools were each famous for different eccentricities, but Einroguard was indeed the most peculiar among them.
“Quickly close the door and come in. Student Lee Han.”
“Huh. Can’t the knight hear?”
“Don’t embarrass the school… Quickly come in!”
Ram kindly went outside.
Inwardly, he thought things like ‘Could it be a prince that old Einrogard mages attacked despicably?’, but originally, mages’ affairs should be resolved by mages, shouldn’t they?
With only three remaining (four if including the painting), Professor Garcia could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
-Are you alright, disciple? You don’t look very well, so I’m worried.
“I’m fine.”
-Not you, but the disciple next to you.
The prince in the painting pointed to Professor Garcia.
“Ah. Professor Garcia will be fine soon too. She received too much information… But more than that, Master.”
-…
The prince pretended not to hear. Lee Han called again puzzledly.
“Master?”
-…Ah. Sorry. It’s such a pleasant word to hear… The fact that someone as lacking as me has such excellent disciples is something I never tire of hearing.
“Uaaahhh. Uaaaahhhhh.”
“Please calm down. Professor.”
Lee Han tried hard to calm Professor Garcia down.
Even though she was a professor who had experienced this once before, seeing her react like this showed how unexpected meeting him in reality was.
‘It is surprising.’
And this was indeed sufficiently surprising for Lee Han too.
Professor Garcia beside him was so shocked that he became calm instead, but the more he thought about it, the more amazing it was.
First, it was amazing that a painting capable of conversation persisted even when the Great Artist was away, and it was even more amazing that the other party was the Skeleton Principal Lee Han had met in the past dimension.
How was such a thing possible?
‘Artist senior definitely never visited that past dimension?’
“Master. May I ask you a few things?”
-Ask me anything. Disciple. Being able to help my disciples is my joy.
The young prince spoke shyly. Lee Han had to bite his tongue to avoid losing his mind.
“Ugh… Yes. Have you ever met the artist senior?”
-No. I have no relationship with that mage in the first place.
“What? Uh, that senior is also strictly speaking your disciple, Master…”
-No.
When Lee Han tried to explain the lineage and composition of the school, the prince firmly cut him off.
-That person is not my disciple. He denied it himself.
“…”
“…”
Lee Han and Professor Garcia exchanged glances.
So by any chance right now…
“Are you sulking???”
“Shh. Student Lee Han. Anyone can feel hurt.”
“…I, I see.”
Lee Han decided not to provoke the other person.
Though it was the Skeleton Principal from his benevolent prince days, he was still manifested by borrowing the power of the painting.
Not knowing how unstable he might be, there was nothing good about needlessly provoking him.
“Wait. Master. Then how did Senior Artist summon you?”
-That person didn’t summon me. My disciple.
The prince in the painting readily began explaining.
Originally, until yesterday, the prince hadn’t existed in this dimension. He was merely a simple painting.
However, while Lee Han was practicing music magic under the artist, the prince became aware that he had awakened.
“…What?!”
Lee Han was shocked to realize he was the culprit.
Professor Garcia and Professor Boladi looked at their disciple without saying anything.
The two professors might have been looking at him without any particular thoughts, but Lee Han strangely felt like he was hearing the hallucination ‘You did it again without knowing?’
‘But… it makes sense.’
There was no way the artist, who had never directly met the living Skeleton Principal in the past, could summon him like this directly.
There were only two mages present, so if it wasn’t the other person, Lee Han was the culprit.
“I didn’t particularly intend it, I was just practicing.”
-Well. My disciple. That’s something even I find difficult to guess the details of. But magic originally has mysteries where you can’t know everything. Perhaps the connection between us filled in the lacking magic.
“Student Lee Han. Your mouth is bleeding. Bite gently.”
“I’m sorry.”
Professor Garcia cast healing magic. It seemed the disciple had bitten his tongue too hard to regain his senses.
Having bitten his own tongue the same way, he could understand.
“Then did Senior Artist leave you behind to tell us this?”
-No. I just hid myself.
The prince was kind and benevolent, but not soft enough to explain his awakening and circumstances to a mage who wasn’t his disciple.
Right after awakening, he had hidden immediately, then revealed himself when the artist gathered his works and fled.
“…”
“It’s getting faint.”
“I’m fine. Professor. I’m perfectly alright.”
When Professor Boladi suddenly voiced his concern, Lee Han waved his hand as if he was fine.
However, the professor looked at his disciple with eyes that viewed a strange person.
“The painting is getting faint.”
“Ah!”
Embarrassed, Lee Han quickly turned his gaze.
Professor Boladi was right.
Because Lee Han and Professor Garcia were in shock, they hadn’t noticed, but the painting’s colors were gradually fading.
-It’s probably consuming mana to maintain its composition. My disciples. Don’t be too surprised.
The prince didn’t seem to mind much.
Just being able to meet and talk with his disciples again like this was sufficiently wonderful and grateful.
This mage’s dwelling had abundant residual mana, so by absorbing these manas he somehow maintained the painting’s form, but when all the mana was consumed, the time for farewell would probably come.
“I’ll lend you my mana!”
Lee Han hurriedly stepped forward.
With the painting getting faint now, he didn’t know how much time was left.
Approaching near the painting and strongly emanating mana, Lee Han asked.
“How is it?”
“It’s becoming clear again. Student Lee Han. But…”
“?”
“…Wouldn’t it be difficult if Student Lee Han has to keep periodically replenishing mana?”
Professor Garcia asked carefully.
Storing that large painting and periodically replenishing mana could somehow be managed.
Of course, it would have been impossible for other mages, but the disciple before his eyes originally had the peculiar habit of giving mana to others.
Even now, wasn’t the line from monsters to ores quite long?
However, if it was a painting of a living, moving young prince, the story was different.
Starting with Senior Artist, to the Skeleton Principal and the Imperial Mages.
He couldn’t predict how they would react if they knew the truth.
An object destined to be entangled in all sorts of troublesome problems if kept!
Just thinking about strangers he’d never seen coming and attacking saying ‘Hand over the young Skeleton Principal’ was already horrifying.
-My disciple. Don’t force yourself to maintain the painting. If there are meetings, there are partings.
The prince didn’t care at all and urged him to release the mana.
He didn’t want to make his disciple suffer just to stay a little longer.
Lee Han, who had been conflicted, finally made his decision.
“…Ugh. I’m fine. I can just put it in my backpack and carry it around!”
‘Oh no. I shouldn’t have asked.’
Professor Garcia regretted it belatedly.
He should have forcibly taken it away or hidden the truth and let it naturally dissipate, but the moment he asked the kind disciple, there was absolutely no way he would give up.
“Would it be alright to put it in the backpack?”
-My disciple. Even if you threw this painting into a bottomless swamp, inside this painting would always be peaceful. A backpack would be more than enough.
As Lee Han carefully tried to put the painting into his backpack, the prince spoke.
-My disciple.
“Yes?”
-This doesn’t look like inside a backpack, but like a basement.
“…?!”
The villa estate basement again?!
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