Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1037

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Chapter 1037

 

“What do you mean basement?”

 

Professor Garcia asked with confusion.

 

‘Did he already connect the basement with spatial magic?’

 

It was magic that would be difficult to implement at Lee Han’s current level, but the disciple before him originally had an excellent talent for letting his guard down and advancing the curriculum on his own.

 

It wouldn’t be strange at all if he had secretly connected the subspace and basement without Professor Garcia knowing.

 

“Ah. About that.”

 

Lee Han denounced the mad mage Noenchenf with a voice full of dissatisfaction.

 

Because of his obsession with some strange magic, even completely unrelated junior mages were suffering like this.

 

Professor Garcia was surprised after hearing the explanation.

 

“So it wasn’t something Lee Han intended!”

 

“…Yes?”

 

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

 

When his disciple glared at him with suspicious eyes, Professor Garcia hastily changed the subject.

 

“Then Lee Han. Wouldn’t it be better to destroy the basement of the villa after all…”

 

“!”

 

Lee Han looked at Professor Garcia with disbelief.

 

How could Professor Garcia, not Professor Boladi, suggest such a violence-dependent solution?

 

-Well. My disciple. From what I can see, that ghost seems to be staying in the gap between dimensions.

 

The young prince in the painting showed a negative reaction to Professor Garcia’s solution.

 

Looking at Lee Han’s current state, it wasn’t easy to be bothersome by possessing his soul or cursing him.

 

Then the most likely method was wandering in the dimensional gaps and flowing out whenever Lee Han cast spatial magic.

 

Since spatial magic was fundamentally deeply connected to multiple dimensions, if it was a ghost wandering between dimensions, such a phenomenon was entirely possible.

 

“B-but Principal. Destroying the basement solved all problems in other mansions.”

 

-However, the owners of those mansions didn’t experience the same problem as my disciple here, did they?

 

The young prince calmly persuaded Professor Garcia.

 

Since the owners of other mansions weren’t chosen by the ghost, destroying just the basement solved all problems.

 

However, in Lee Han’s current case, the ghost was wandering in dimensional gaps and being pulled out.

 

Even destroying the basement would likely not solve the problem.

 

“But… Lee Han didn’t do anything, yet he could be chosen by a ghost… actually, that’s possible.”

 

“…”

 

Lee Han looked at Professor Garcia as if dumbfounded.

 

What?!

 

“Ah, no. Weren’t you going to deny it? Why are you suddenly convincing yourself…”

 

“He could be chosen.”

 

-That’s possible.

 

When even Professor Boladi and the young prince chimed in, Lee Han suddenly felt lonely.

 

Being alone among archmages, it was hard for an ordinary mage to keep up.

 

“Then Principal. What method would be good?”

 

-I think the basement is fine? Please hang me in the basement.

 

“…Yes? Uh, shouldn’t we solve this?”

 

-It’s not a problem that can be solved immediately. If it’s an unsolvable disaster, it’s not bad to use that power. Come on. Hurry up.

 

The young prince urged Lee Han.

 

Lee Han reluctantly stretched out his arm and hung the painting on the basement wall. The ghost’s bewildered voice echoed from inside the backpack.

 

-What… painting…

 

-Ah. So you’re that ghost. Nice to meet you. Would it be okay to borrow this place for a moment?

 

The ghost’s answer wasn’t really important.

 

The prince in the painting moved on his own. After grasping the spatial distortion in the basement, he seized control with his own power.

 

-My disciple. Can you hear me?

 

“Ah. Yes. I haven’t closed it yet.”

 

-While I’m here, you won’t need to worry too much about it.

 

Originally, this mage ghost’s plan was to implement a space with infinite possibilities in the basement.

 

When that plan failed and the space fell into uncontrollable chaos, it appeared throughout the Empire like this.

 

That spatial labyrinth was difficult for Lee Han to solve at his current level, but the phenomenon of being transported to the original basement existing within the labyrinth due to the ghost could be utilized separately.

 

It might be called an uncontrollable curse, but if it could be controlled, wouldn’t it be a kind of subspace warehouse?

 

-There. Now my disciple can visit whenever he wants.

 

-No… then… the magic… when…

 

The ghost seemed to realize something was strange even in his state of lost reason.

 

Not solving the magic he asked to be solved, but using this basement as a warehouse?

 

-Shh. Be quiet.

 

The young prince folded up the ghost and locked him in a basement box.

 

From that merciless appearance, Lee Han could once again sense whose younger days this was.

 

* * *

 

After the knight disappeared, Bunaljo and the Einroguard students resumed work in another location.

 

When the work was roughly completed, Bunaljo praised them quite happily.

 

These Einroguard students all had more talent than expected.

 

“Hmm. Pretty good.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Priest. If it’s alright, how about trying to sell this painting? Nobles will visit on the weekend, so I’d like to propose it then.”

 

At Bunaljo’s suggestion to Tijiling, Gainando’s eyes lit up as he asked.

 

“What about me? How’s mine?”

 

“Ah. Gainando. Yours…”

 

Gainando felt his heart racing.

 

Already in his head, he seemed to hear the sound of shouting at the Empire’s noble auction house: ‘The work of noble Prince Gainando, 【My Cool Undead Summon Walking Out of the Poison Swamp】 has been sold for 1,800 Empire gold coins!’

 

‘If it sells like that, I’ll spend 1/3 on mage cards, 1/3 on snacks, 1/3 on a gift for Lee Han. With what’s left, I’ll buy gifts for friends.’

 

As Gainando was doing Einroguard-style calculations, Bunaljo’s words reached his ears.

 

“…I don’t think it’ll sell.”

 

“What!? Why!?! How come!??!”

 

Bunaljo showed a troubled expression for the first time today.

 

He didn’t want to hurt the budding young artist’s feelings.

 

“Well, you see. The nobles who come to buy artwork are conservative and traditional people…”

 

Most people who came to Petrograd to buy artwork preferred normally good pieces.

 

While Petrograd mages would exclaim ‘Finally, you’ve opened your eyes to a new realm!’ at extraordinarily creative and brilliant works, people would react like ‘Hang this in my mansion? I wouldn’t even want it in my stable.’

 

“The priest’s painting here naturally appeals to Prising cult members, and even non-members would feel pious.”

 

Befitting a priest, Tijiling’s painting conveyed piety and faith.

 

Of course, true to her Einroguard origins, the depiction of hungry people somewhat resembled Einroguard students, but no one would notice that.

 

“Isn’t my painting cool too!?”

 

“It’s cool, it’s cool, but I don’t think anyone would want to hang an evil undead summon on their wall… unless they’re a dark mage…”

 

Raphadael, who was listening nearby, looked disgusted.

 

“Even dark mages don’t hang up paintings like that. Do you think dark mages are lunatics?”

 

Dark mages also drank warm tea and enjoyed beautiful paintings at home; they didn’t drink poison and blood.

 

Yoner casually asked.

 

“Can’t we change the title and sell it? To 【Beautiful Moon Spirit Swimming in the Night Pond】…”

 

“How can you say such a thing!? Are, are you still an artist after that!?”

 

“I’m not an artist though.”

 

Yoner was about to hit his cousin but held back, remembering they were from different schools.

 

Despite picking up a brush for the first time today, he was acting like some master.

 

“Gainando. I understand your feelings.”

 

Bunaljo grabbed Gainando’s shoulder and consoled him.

 

“Even if those idiots from the Empire don’t recognize you, there’s no need to waver. Yes. I’ll recommend this painting to people who visit here.”

 

“Bu… Bunaljo!”

 

“It’s nothing. I’m sure there will be at least one person who recognizes the value of this painting.”

 

‘I doubt it.’

 

‘What kind of lunatic would buy that?’

 

‘Even Professor Mortum probably wouldn’t buy it.’

 

The Einroguard students all had similar thoughts but didn’t voice them.

 

Meanwhile, Lee Han, the professors, and the red-haired knight walked out from the opposite side.

 

Bunaljo was startled and tried to flee, but the Einroguard students gestured that it was okay.

 

“No. That’s fine.”

 

“What do you mean it’s fine?! That’s the knight who went berserk earlier!”

 

“There’s a professor behind him.”

 

“Ah.”

 

Bunaljo breathed a sigh of relief.

 

Seeing Professor Garcia standing behind the knight was certainly reassuring.

 

“Truly reliable. Did you say that person’s name was Professor Garcia Kim?”

 

“Huh? No. I was talking about Professor Bagrek next to him. Professor Garcia can’t even kill a bug.”

 

“…Are you mocking me?!”

 

While they were chattering, Lee Han’s group arrived.

 

The knight of the Garihi family, Ram, apologized honestly.

 

“I’m sorry. I temporarily lost my reason and caused trouble.”

 

“!”

 

The Einroguard students whispered at the knight’s attitude, which was quite different from what they expected.

 

“Maybe Professor Garcia used his fists too?”

 

“Maybe…”

 

They had expected Professor Boladi to subdue him, but for his attitude to change like that, they wondered if Professor Garcia had to step in as well.

 

“Hmph. Even so, causing such a disturbance in the sacred territory of a magic school. And you still call yourself a knight?”

 

Bunaljo didn’t let it slide easily.

 

An outsider, and a knight at that, coming and causing trouble. This wasn’t something he could easily overlook as a Petrogard student.

 

The Einroguard friends who had become somewhat close also expressed their agreement.

 

“That’s right. For a knight, not even a mage, to cause trouble here…”

 

“This knight requested a portrait of the deceased, but the Petrogard mage broke his promise and ran away, so he came looking for him.”

 

Lee Han quickly explained before his friends fell into an irreversible situation.

 

His friends immediately changed their attitude.

 

“How could a person do such a thing?”

 

“Bunaljo! I’m disappointed!”

 

“Professor Verdus would do such a thing… but are you on the same level as Professor Verdus?!”

 

“Ah, no… Strictly speaking, he’s not a Petrogard mage…”

 

Cornered, Bunaljo frantically made excuses.

 

He had no idea the Great Artist had such circumstances.

 

“…I’m sorry. I was rude without knowing such things…”

 

“No. I was wrong. Causing trouble to mages who must take responsibility for the Empire’s future. Was there any damage to the artwork? If so, I’ll compensate you.”

 

“It’s, it’s fine. It’s perfectly intact! Would you perhaps like to take one?”

 

Ram smiled brightly and said.

 

“When it’s completed, I’ll purchase it at fair price.”

 

After finishing his words, the knight looked at Gainando’s painting once more with interest.

 

“It’s still an intense painting when I look at it again.”

 

“…Gasp. Are you perhaps interested? Really?”

 

Gainando was ready to sell it for even a single gold coin. The market price had dropped considerably in the meantime.

 

“No. It’s fine. I think the servants would be scared.”

 

“…If you hang it in the stables at least…”

 

“I think the horses would be scared too.”

 

“At the main gate…”

 

“Stop it, you fool.”

 

His friends, unable to watch anymore, dragged Gainando away.

 

Lee Han slightly regretted not just insisting to the end that he was a Baldrogard student.

 

“Still, it’s fortunate that the knight seems to have calmed down. I still had many things to ask the artist.”

 

“…Huh?”

 

Lee Han paused at Bunaljo’s words.

 

Did he still not know that the Great Artist had fled?

 

Flustered, Lee Han looked at Professor Garcia and whispered.

 

“Do you think he’ll come back?”

 

“No… He got all the inspiration he needed from you, Lee Han, so he probably went somewhere else…”

 

That’s right!

 

Lee Han nodded in understanding.

 

‘I must keep the reason for his disappearance absolutely secret.’

 

He didn’t want to be listed alongside Professor Verdus on the Petrogard students’ list of hated mages.

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