Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1085

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Chapter 1085

“…Let’s just make the report.”

Diret, having given up, changed the subject.

Since the matter had been resolved well, it was time to deliver the good news to Bulserec, the owner of the manor.

When a servant ran off to deliver the news, Bulserec immediately came rushing out.

“Really! The demon has been dealt with!”

“Yes. You don’t need to worry anymore.”

“Thank you so much…”

Bang!

Bulserec, who had forgotten his dignity in his joy and was about to express his gratitude, was startled by the manor gate suddenly bursting open.

‘Could there be a demon we missed?!’

However, what entered wasn’t a demon. It was Yukveltire, breathing heavily.

“…”

“…”

Diret and Stedal Nago subtly averted their gazes. Yukveltire’s fingertips trembled.

“What, what’s going on?”

Cohorti, who couldn’t grasp the situation, asked in bewilderment.

Why did only Yukveltire come separately?

“Why did this mage come alone just now?”

“She probably got lost. Don’t mind it.”

At Diret’s words, Yukveltire’s fingertip trembling became even more severe. Stedal Nago also chimed in.

“The capital is chaotic, so it’s easy to get lost.”

“I see… I should have assigned a guide for you. I apologize.”

The Black Magic School students murmured at the unexpected conversation.

“Senior Yukveltire got lost?”

“I never knew that.”

Taking advantage of his friend being temporarily paralyzed in a state of rage, Diret moved quickly.

If he didn’t receive and distribute the payment now, he couldn’t even imagine how troublesome she would be later.

“Thank you for the payment. Here. I’ll distribute it now.”

“Huh? You could put it all in the school treasury. You practically did everything, Senior.”

“What are you talking about, Dirimpa. And you can’t do anything in the capital without money.”

“I don’t really have anything to spend money on though. If I just do magic in my room…”

“…”

“…”

Cohorti and the other students sent pitiful looks.

Their eyes conveyed that unlike Dirimpa, they needed gold coins.

“…I understand, so everyone hurry up and take your share.”

“Th-thank you!”

“Why are you thanking me so much. Here.”

Bulserec watched the mages’ conversation with a pleased expression.

Although it had happened due to his own mistake, seeing the Einroguard mages warmly sharing the compensation made his heart feel proud.

“I was worried because of the rumors about dark mages… but Einroguard’s dark mages are truly polite and sincere people!”

“…Wh-what are those people doing over there?”

At the voice heard from behind, Bulserec turned his head.

Raphadael, a distant relative of the family and a young prodigy, was looking into the manor with a shocked expression.

“Ah. Raphadael! You’re here! It’s nothing serious. Everything’s been resolved.”

“No… but… why… are those people…?”

Raphadael stammered.

In fact, the fact that Raphadael belonged to the Black Magic School wasn’t widely known within the family.

Only close family members knew, and since Raphadael didn’t particularly reveal that he was from the Black Magic School, other relatives didn’t really know which school he belonged to.

“Right. Since you’re also from Einroguard, you might have met these people before. Even if you’re from different schools, you’re from the same academy!”

‘That guy…’

‘He didn’t tell them.’

The Black Magic School seniors looked at their junior with understanding eyes.

If he belonged to a family that cared about appearances, it could be a bit embarrassing to reveal that he was from the Black Magic School. The seniors understood that feeling very well.

“Let’s help him out. He’s still our junior.”

“We should match our stories. But then, what school did he say he was from?”

While the seniors were whispering, Bulserec also asked as if he had suddenly remembered.

“Come to think of it, Raphadael. Which school did you say you were from?”

“Well…”

Raphadael blinked repeatedly at the flustering question.

It was such an unexpected situation that his mind went completely blank.

Was it okay to hide being from the Black Magic School? Wouldn’t the seniors be offended? What would happen if he revealed it? More importantly, why was that bastard Wardanaz there in that identity?

Unable to watch any longer, Cohorti spoke up.

“Our junior is from the Buyeo Magic School.”

…The problem was that Cohorti wasn’t the only one who spoke up.

“He’s from the Divination Magic School.”

“Transformation Magic School…”

The other seniors also came up with what they thought were decent school names to help their junior.

Thanks to this, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. It was a very awkward silence.

“…”

“…”

“N-no. Can you attend that many schools like that? Raphadael? What if you go crazy from that??”

‘That’s a bit harsh.’

Lee Han was inwardly indignant.

Raphadael looked at his seniors. Then he looked at his disguised friend.

A determined light sparkled in Raphadael’s eyes.

“…I’m actually from the Black Magic School!”

“What? You’re attending all those schools!?”

“N-no… just the Black Magic School…”

* * *

Fortunately, Bulserec didn’t feel ashamed or anything about the fact that the family prodigy was learning magic at the Black Magic School.

Rather, he was surprised that they were direct seniors and insisted on treating them properly.

“Wow. He’s such a good person.”

“Right. That’s great.”

“…”

Raphadael was sitting with his head hung low, embarrassed for no reason. Lee Han tried to comfort him.

“Lift your head, Raphadael. He’s a good relative.”

“Why are you acting like that in that state…”

“It’s a long story.”

“…”

Cohorti asked as if he couldn’t understand.

“We tried to package you as being from a good school, so why did you specifically reveal that you’re from the Black Magic School?”

“But why the Buyeo Magic School? If it were the Divination Magic School, that would have been acceptable too.”

“The Transformation Magic School would be better…”

“The Buyeo Magic School is better. Look at the income.”

“But the fact that it’s related to Professor Verdus comes as a tag.”

As the seniors began arguing over something really pointless, Raphadael hurriedly said.

“I have something I’ve worked hard to learn until now, and I didn’t want to hide it.”

“…!”

“That guy…”

The upperclassmen sent slightly moved gazes.

When he first came in, he was stubbornly insisting he came to counter black magic, but now he was showing such affection for the school.

Cohorti thought to himself, not understanding.

‘Why does our school have such good relationships despite having no money compared to other schools?’

Stedal Nago was also moved and placed his hand on Raphadael’s shoulder.

“Excellent. Mage.”

“…Please stop…”

Raphadael swatted the hand away with clear displeasure and asked.

“More importantly, what brings you here?”

“I came to deal with a demon summoned at the manor. It’s been captured like this.”

“?!”

Raphadael was shocked by the unexpected words.

However, the surprise was only the beginning.

“But that demon came with an angel, so we had to negotiate with the angel, which is why Senior Yukveltire is here too…”

“?!!!”

“Mr. Nago helped us as well.”

“Mm.”

“…”

Raphadael stared at his disguised same-year friend with his mouth agape.

What the hell has this bastard been doing?

“You negotiated with an angel?!”

“Ah. Come to think of it, the Grall family has angel blood mixed in.”

Lee Han belatedly recalled his friend’s bloodline.

Wasn’t it said that angel blood was mixed in from their ancestors?

“Mr. Nago truly knows everything!”

Cohorti rubbed his palms together while flattering. At that unsightly display, Raphadael turned his head left and right, looking at both sides once each.

What the hell is this situation?

‘Wardanaz…! What are you really doing…!’

However, there wasn’t a single change in Lee Han’s—no, Stedal Nago’s—expression. Raphadael was thrilled by that cold expression.

Does one need this level of composure to be the year’s top student?!

“Do you have any advice regarding angels?”

“Advice is… well…”

Raphadael suppressed his urge to shout ‘Stop the disguise, you bastard!’ and focused on thinking.

What stories related to angels had been passed down in his family?

“…First of all, most celestials are close to being single-minded.”

“That seemed to be the case.”

“While there’s usually no occasion for contact, very rarely there are cases of contracts. Our family’s ancestor was such a case…”

Contracts with spirits, angels, and demons left traces large and small on the soul.

Depending on the depth of those traces, characteristics would manifest in descendants.

“In that regard, the most important thing would be the first impression.”

“First impression?”

“As I said, celestials are stubborn. If you want to contract with them, you need to properly persuade them at the first meeting. Otherwise, it would be quite difficult…”

“…What about the opposite?”

At Stedal Nago’s question, Raphadael hesitated.

He didn’t understand what was meant.

“The opposite?”

“I mean, if you don’t want to contract?”

“You’d need to clearly convince them at the first meeting that you’re unrelated to the angel’s purpose…?”

“What if that fails? What should you do when you meet next time?”

“…If that failed, wouldn’t it just be over? I think the angel would keep chasing until you contract.”

“…”

Lee Han, not getting the answer he wanted, became serious.

‘This bastard. He knows nothing at all.’

That inner thought seemed to be conveyed to Raphadael as well. Raphadael cried out in an aggrieved voice.

“No, even with spirits, once a contract fails, it’s practically impossible to contract with the same spirit again, so why do you expect such things only from angels…”

“Hey! Raphadael! What rudeness is this!”

When Cohorti pretended to scold him, Raphadael nearly went crazy.

No, this graduate really!

Unable to watch anymore, Diret stepped in to mediate.

“Everyone stop. More importantly, what brought you here?”

“Ah. I came to prepare items to bring in for the new semester. You said you’d give me some unused magical items…”

“Items to bring in? How are you planning to bring them in?”

The upperclassmen were puzzled.

Unless you were around 5th year level, you couldn’t speak so confidently about bringing items in for the new semester.

You could get caught smuggling and have everything confiscated at any time.

“Wardanaz agreed to bring them in for me.”

At Raphadael’s answer, the upperclassmen fell silent.

And they thought.

‘These 2nd years are really damn lucky!’

No matter how much they cherished their junior from the same school, seeing them live so happily thanks to one friend made an unidentifiable jealousy surge in their hearts.

Why didn’t we have such a friend in our time???

* * *

As the end of vacation gradually came into view, the 2nd year students each slowly prepared their luggage.

As always, no matter how much you prepared supplies to bring into Einroguard, it was never enough. Items you’d think ‘I should have brought this!’ kept appearing.

“??”

Eandurude and Alhidel couldn’t understand the upperclassmen’s behavior.

Surely outside supplies were prohibited from being brought in, so why were the upperclassmen preparing so calmly?

“Excuse me, I have a question.”

Alhidel, spotting Gainando passing by, spoke up.

Gainando was startled and sent a wary gaze. He was worried this sharp 1st year junior might ask a difficult magic question.

“Wh-what is it? Just so you know, I’m busy.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll ask briefly. Do you upperclassmen have a way to bring these items in?”

“Huh? Yeah. Lee Han agreed to bring them in for us. I heard he found a new smuggling method? He said there’s plenty of space.”

“Th-that’s… amazing. Is this a favor because you’re from the same tower?”

“No? He does it for guys from other towers too.”

“…I’m truly surprised. Indeed… Is this just for this time? For an expensive price?”

Alhidel threw out questions trying to somehow protect the world in his head.

However, Gainando, unaware of his desperate junior’s feelings, answered honestly.

“He did it last time too, you know? He just did the smuggling for free. He charges money for cooking, but smuggling is just…”

“…”

“…”

Gainando didn’t notice that the two juniors’ gazes were changing to jealousy and hatred.

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