Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1071
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Chapter 1071
Lee Han pushed Professor Verdus forward with great displeasure.
Who was he trying to use as a scapegoat!
At that moment, Professor Boladi, Alsicle, Yukveltire, and even the Death Knights arrived belatedly.
“No way. This many guards?! …Well, I can understand that.”
Abalkaigen, who had been surprised, immediately understood.
After all, it was a job escorting Professor Verdus, so it was natural. If anything, this number of people seemed too few.
“Still, the people from Einroguard care for Professor Verdus. What amazing people.”
“I’m not an Einrogard mage.”
Alsicle revealed his identity with great displeasure.
Not only had he been mistaken for an Einrogard mage, but now he thought he cared for Professor Verdus?
“And I didn’t follow because of escort duty, but to see if he crawls around properly on all fours… no, I came because of magic.”
Only at the end did Alsicle come to his senses.
A Penerin Family mage couldn’t say he had followed to watch someone crawl around on all fours.
“I’m an Einrogard mage, but I don’t care for the professor.”
“Wait. Aren’t you the Imperial Princess?”
Abalkaigen recognized Yukveltire’s face.
As a mage of the Enchantment Magic School, there was no way he wouldn’t know Yukveltire. Wasn’t she the rising star of the Enchantment Magic School who was greatly anticipated as an Einrogard graduate?
…And she was also Professor Verdus’s top student!
“I don’t care for him either.”
Professor Boladi also stepped forward to clarify.
The Death Knights, who had suddenly become the last people to care for Professor Verdus, hastily explained.
-We’re also just following orders!
“…I was wrong. I didn’t know everyone disliked him this much.”
Abalkaigen reflected.
He hadn’t known that people from Einrogard would be so disgusted.
“But if you’ve been making him work since his first year… is he a fourth year? Why haven’t I heard of him?”
Turning his gaze to examine Lee Han again, Abalkaigen had doubts.
If he had accompanied to help with magic, he would be a fourth year, and if he had been helping Professor Verdus since his first year, his talent would be certain…
Was there such a student in Einrogard’s Enchantment Magic School?
“A little below that.”
“Below? Ah. You mean grade level? Third year?!”
“A little more below…”
“…”
Abalkaigen looked at the Einrogard people with eyes of shock and horror.
Some people like Professor Boladi and Yukveltire maintained indifferent attitudes, but Alsicle and the Death Knights had consciences and avoided his gaze.
“What are you people doing?!”
“Calm down, Abalkaigen.”
When Professor Verdus spoke from below as if it were someone else’s business, Abalkaigen shouted loudly.
“When you think about it, it’s because of you!”
“Calm down. What’s the point of getting angry at Professor Verdus?”
When Puyo intervened, Abalkaigen calmed his huffing breath.
“And that Wardanaz Family boy over there has excellent skills regardless of his grade level. He helped with my work last year too.”
-That’s right. It’s not that anyone forced him, but Student Wardanaz learned on his own.
‘Is that so?’
Lee Han wondered inwardly.
Honestly, it seemed like the Einrogard professors had definitely forced him a bit…
“You also assigned him work?!”
Abalkaigen seemed shocked in a different way.
Who would have thought that Puyo, whom he somewhat respected, would do the same thing as Professor Verdus?
“Ah, no. I’m different from Professor Verdus. I strictly gave him work appropriate for his level…”
“How long are you going to chatter? Let’s start the magic already.”
Professor Verdus, who was lying on all fours, spoke as if annoyed.
When Abalkaigen’s attention turned elsewhere, Puyo breathed a sigh of relief. His built-up reputation had almost been contaminated by Professor Verdus.
“Alright… wait. Did you say Wardanaz Family?!”
Abalkaigen, who realized belatedly, was surprised again.
Seeing this, Puyo tried to comfort him, saying that family wasn’t important.
“Wasn’t he a fifth year?!”
“…I don’t know what rumors you’ve heard.”
Professor Verdus got annoyed again at their conversation.
“Let’s just start the magic already!”
“Fine!”
Abalkaigen shouted back at Professor Verdus and then prepared his magic.
It seemed that Wardanaz Family disciple was qualified to attend this gathering.
Princess Yukveltire had proven her outstanding talent from before, so there was nothing more to say…
“But who’s that guy?”
“!”
At Professor Verdus pointing out his disciple, Abalkaigen stiffened.
He had been so busy talking about the unexpected guests that he hadn’t explained his own disciple.
“…This is my disciple Abalkarun. Say hello.”
“H-hello.”
The orc mage who had been standing awkwardly in the corner, unable to join the stormy conversation, spoke up shyly.
His frame was so large that first-time viewers might mistake him for a warrior, but this orc was a mage with such outstanding talent that his master cherished him greatly.
Abalkaigen’s affection for his disciple was very deep, having raised him directly since finding him abandoned and wrapped in swaddling clothes.
“Right. Got it.”
Professor Verdus nodded and then turned his gaze away. His attitude showed no interest.
Actually, given Professor Verdus’s personality, it was a natural reaction.
Unless he made a mistake when starting the magic, until then the teapot nearby and that orc mage were the same objects to the professor.
But that reaction touched Abalkaigen’s pride.
Originally, a hateful person is hateful no matter what they do.
“He’ll help with this magic.”
“Got it.”
“Aren’t you going to ask? What kind of mage he is?”
“Why should I ask?”
Professor Verdus asked as if he genuinely didn’t understand.
For Professor Verdus, who didn’t even ask questions of his own disciples, asking him to question someone else’s disciple was too much to ask.
“…”
“Now, now. Everyone calm down.”
Puyo hurriedly stepped in, worried that Abalkaigen might spread Professor Bur Mo’s personal information to the Empire’s bounty hunters and assassins.
“Since it’s come to this, let’s briefly introduce each other’s disciples before starting.”
“Why?”
Professor Verdus openly showed his reluctance.
He wished they would quickly exchange magic and go their separate ways, so what was this about introducing disciples he had no interest in?
Puyo sent a pleading look to the professor’s disciples for help.
Lee Han pondered and then sent a pleading look to Professor Boladi for help.
“Follow me for a moment.”
“Why?”
Professor Boladi ignored the question and dragged Professor Verdus upstairs.
Lee Han could feel mana waves spreading from the second floor. It was soundproofing magic to block sound.
A moment later.
“Introduce your disciples…”
Professor Verdus returned looking even more dejected. Puyo stared at Lee Han with shocked eyes.
She had asked him to persuade the professor as his disciple!
‘I’m sorry. I’m not confident in that.’
Lee Han was unashamed.
It had been impossible to persuade Professor Verdus with words.
“Abalkarun. Show us what you’ve done recently.”
“H-here it is.”
The orc mage bashfully took out a mirror of peculiar form.
The frame was adorned with ancient-style golden decorations, and the mirror’s surface was made of bronze that spread new magical patterns from within whenever light touched it.
Yukveltire trembled at the artifact that was clearly superior to the one she had made.
“H-h-h-how did…”
“Senior. That’s an ancient relic. He didn’t make it directly but repaired it, right…”
“Ah.”
Yukveltire immediately came back to her senses.
Alsicle, who had been listening nearby, asked with an expression of incomprehension.
“Anyone can see it’s an ancient relic… did you think he made that directly?”
“…”
Having been around monster-like mages so much lately, the boundaries of common sense had slightly crumbled.
Yukveltire’s fingertips trembled from the humiliation.
“Abalkarun repaired it.”
“Remarkable. Repairing an ancient relic like this isn’t easy.”
Puyo was honestly impressed. She could see why Abalkaigen cherished his disciple so much.
The Empire’s current magical system was considerably different from ancient magical systems. It was a form that had been built up and changed over a long time.
Because of this, the difficulty increased when Empire mages restored ancient relics. It was often hard to even guess what some of the damaged magic was.
Therefore, mages specializing in ancient relics needed excellent magical abilities to substitute with Empire magic when necessary, extensive historical knowledge to find and restore needed magic from ancient texts, and the connections and stomach to go begging to archmages who knew the magic of those times.
“Is this Abalkain’s bronze mirror? I knew you had acquired it, but I didn’t expect you to complete it so quickly.”
“Thank you for the praise.”
“Engraving Abalkain’s diffraction magic at such a high level isn’t something just anyone can do. You should be proud. Professor Verdus. What about your disciple?”
After Abalkaigen’s disciple introduction ended, Puyo called Professor Verdus.
Professor Verdus’s voice came from under the table.
“Go on. Introduce yourselves.”
“…No, no. You should introduce them… Why are you telling the disciples to introduce themselves directly? Don’t you know what your disciples have been doing lately?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
“…”
-…
The inside of the dilapidated building became quiet with contempt. Abalkaigen felt his wariness toward Professor Verdus’s disciples disappear and sympathy rise instead.
He had been worried they might be superior to his own disciple, but hearing what was just said, such worries no longer mattered.
“…Take out what you’ve done recently.”
At the sight of the wood spirit half-blood mage speaking in an exhausted voice, Lee Han glanced at his staff.
‘Is this too sloppy?’
Of course, making this staff was sufficiently remarkable, but considering how much help he had received starting from the spirit, he wondered if it was okay to bring this out.
“Senior. Don’t you have anything good?”
“?”
Yukveltire, who was about to take out the adamantite plate, sent a look of incomprehension at her junior’s question.
If asked about recent work, naturally she should talk about this achievement of fusing and engraving dimensional rods with refraction – what else would she talk about?
“Ah. You were going to talk about this? I thought of something else since we received too much help from Master… No. Let’s talk about this!”
Lee Han, who had been speaking, saw his senior’s fingertips trembling again and thought ‘oh no.’
Come to think of it, that mage called Abalkarun would have also done magic while receiving help from his master, so there was no need to be strictly particular about it.
“No need. I’ll take out something I didn’t receive help for, so wait a moment.”
“Ah. Why are you really doing this.”
Yukveltire stubbornly checked the list of artifacts she had recently made.
Seeing the two seemed to be arguing, Abalkaigen asked out of curiosity.
“What are you talking about?”
“Senior is embarrassed about her recent work and won’t take it out.”
“A mage shouldn’t hide their work. Professor Verdus. Didn’t you even teach that?”
“I didn’t teach it.”
“…I’m the crazy one for asking. Anyway, take it out.”
Lee Han snatched the adamantite plate from his senior’s hands. And placed it on the table.
Abalkaigen’s face turned pale upon witnessing the essence of magic.
“Im… Impossible! You two did this together!?”
“Right? You think it’s impossible too, don’t you?”
Professor Verdus’s voice came from under the table, sounding delighted. Even while shocked, Abalkaigen asked in incomprehension.
“Wh-why is he acting like that?”
“Ah. You can ignore him. The professor said he’d crawl around on all fours if we completed it.”
For a moment, Abalkaigen almost said ‘I could crawl on all fours too if my disciple completed this’ but came to his senses.
His disciple was still right there.
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