Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1101

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Chapter 1101

“If a baby bagest tries to bite you, just let it bite you. There is poison in its teeth, but we can detoxify that later…”

Professor Bendozol, who had been imparting radical teachings to his students, hesitated.

His most enviable disciple at Einroguard was holding something.

What is it?

“…You! What are you holding?!”

-!

The baby bagest jumped down in surprise at the shout. Lee Han looked at Professor Bendozol as if he was absurd.

“Why are you shouting? The bagest got scared.”

“How did you already tame it?! You haven’t even fed it the potion yet!”

“…!”

Only then did Lee Han belatedly realize.

Come to think of it, when Giselle spoke to him, it wasn’t to pick a fight but to point out that he was already hugging the baby bagest?

“Why don’t you speak properly and make people misunderstand?”

Lee Han immediately scolded Giselle.

People should speak accurately and specifically, not use such vague body language like that.

“…”

Giselle, who had been quietly minding her own business and got scolded for no reason, looked at her friend as if he was crazy.

‘What the hell is wrong with this bastard?’

She wanted to explode in anger, but Professor Bendozol moved first.

When he approached to check on the baby bagest that had just jumped down, the monster made a low growling sound. It was an obvious threat.

“Damn it, it’s scared!”

“That’s because of you, Professor.”

“I know that too! It can’t be helped. Here.”

Professor Bendozol took out a thick horse whip and held it out to his disciple.

Lee Han looked at the professor with an expression that said ‘what am I supposed to do with this?’

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Take it and hit me!”

“What??”

At the sudden words, Lee Han wondered if his inner thoughts had been discovered.

Could this be some kind of trap investigation?

However, Professor Bendozol was serious. When his disciple talked nonsense, he shouted again with an irritated voice.

“That creature needs to see you, whom it likes, subdue me so it can feel safe and come out again!”

“Ah.”

Lee Han, who finally understood, took the whip. And swung it lightly.

“There.”

“…Do you think bagests are idiots like you guys? Do you think it would fall for something like that? Hit me properly!”

“But Professor, you might get hurt…”

“Hit me properly! I’m enduring it with magic anyway!”

“Fine. I understand.”

Professor Bendozol had forgotten that his opponent was a monster who could subdue even White Tiger Tower students with swordsmanship, someone who wouldn’t be physically outmatched even if thrown into any knight order.

When Lee Han infused mana, the whip vibrated even though he hadn’t swung it yet.

Crack!

“Gah!”

Professor Bendozol had toughened his skin and given his muscles elasticity to prepare for impact, but he involuntarily screamed at the blow that penetrated to his bones.

Lee Han didn’t stop and continued swinging the horse whip. When he swung the whip, it sounded like a blunt weapon hitting something.

“Ugh, gah, cough, gah!”

‘The Professor’s acting is quite something.’

Lee Han was impressed by the sight of Professor Bendozol rolling around.

Could his deep affection for monsters be breathing soul into his acting?

The baby bagest that had been hiding in fear slowly came out again and climbed into Lee Han’s arms.

“Professor! Look! It came out again feeling safe!”

“Good, good job.”

Professor Bendozol got up staggering. His whole body felt creaky.

He wanted to shout at his disciple ‘You crazy bastard, you’re disgustingly strong!’ but there was a dragon watching nearby.

When the professor’s eyes met Wuman’s, he forced himself to make a smiling face. It was to show that the lecture was proceeding perfectly.

‘Hmm. Professor Bendozol is an excellent mage, but at the same time quite an eccentric. I should keep my distance when dealing with him.’

Wuman thought to himself.

He knew there were no ordinary teachings at Einroguard, but wasn’t this too bizarre!

While the dragon was having thoughts that would have made the professor wail if he had heard them, Lee Han asked again.

“Is this one special?”

As soon as he finished speaking, another baby bagest escaped from the pen and clung to Lee Han.

Professor Bendozol pursed his lips with burning jealousy.

“Professor Bendozol. May Wuman say a word?”

Wuman carefully asked for permission.

It wouldn’t be good for an outsider to talk too much while a professor was teaching. No matter how eccentric, courtesy had to be maintained.

“By all means! What would you like to say?”

“Wuman thinks that perhaps this baby bagest approached like this because it was overwhelmed by pure mana.”

Being a dragon, Wuman was well aware of the phenomenon of certain monsters submitting or surrendering.

Pure mana often inspired awe.

“Certainly… that’s quite likely.”

-Why, why are you looking at me?

The baby basilisk felt Lee Han looking at it in his sleeve and asked back.

Surely the relationship between itself and Lee Han was a close parent-child bond regardless of mana?

“If Professor Bendozol brought baby bagests to teach that, he’s quite meticulous. If they were fully grown bagests, they would have tried rebellion instead of submission.”

“Thank, thank you!”

Professor Bendozol almost burst into tears.

To think that a lecture he thought was ruined could be revived like this.

“Then Professor Bendozol. Now would you show the students taming baby bagests with potions and magic?”

“…Yes! Yes!”

The professor looked around at the students gathered. Now that it had come to this, he was determined to make it succeed.

“Now. You bast…”

Professor Bendozol, who was about to threaten to beat them all up if they didn’t succeed, hesitated.

Come to think of it, if this dragon heard such words, he might dislike him.

“These… excellent… disciples… ugh. Wardanaz!”

Professor Bendozol finally called Lee Han.

Because he couldn’t think of any appropriate words to encourage the students.

* * *

Fortunately, the lecture ended successfully.

It was thanks to Professor Bendozol’s secret techniques and the hard work of one student who ran around throughout the lecture.

Wuman deducted points in some areas (the professor’s eccentric personality and overworking one disciple too much), but still outwardly praised the professor greatly before leaving.

“…Come here.”

After the dragon left, Professor Bendozol called Lee Han.

Lee Han, who had been playing with friends while hugging baby bagests, made an openly reluctant expression.

“Pretend you didn’t hear him. Wardanaz.”

“Pretend to chat with us. That guy wants to retaliate because the inspector left.”

“Hey. Wardanaz. Didn’t you hit too hard earlier? There was a sound like bones breaking.”

Several White Tiger Tower students expressed bewilderment at Lee Han’s earlier strike.

No matter how they thought about it, it was too destructive for a practice match.

“But that’s what the Professor told me to do?”

“But still, the noise was too…”

“Don’t talk nonsense. The professor was defending with magic too. There wouldn’t have been any damage at all.”

“Is that so?”

The friends tilted their heads but accepted it for now.

In the field of magic, Wardanaz had much more accurate insight.

‘Well, someone who actually hit him would know better.’

“Hey! Come over here!”

Professor Bendozol was fuming and eventually walked over himself. Lee Han pretended to be startled and answered.

“Professor! I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you at all.”

“Do you think I’m some idiot like Professor Verdus? Just take this.”

The professor forcibly pressed a rolled-up paper into Lee Han’s hand.

Lee Han didn’t open it immediately and sent a wary look.

“What is it? Just so you know, if it’s a curse scroll, it won’t work on me even if I open it.”

“…”

Professor Bendozol suppressed his urge to hit him once with a riding crop and took the paper back.

Then he opened it himself and handed it over. Surprisingly, there was a commission written inside.

“It’s a commission sent to me from Canis Minor Ranch.”

Einroguard students regarded Professor Bendozol as a half-mad savage (which was somewhat true), but outside, Professor Bendozol was treated as an expert on all kinds of animals and monsters.

Of course, he didn’t care about such treatment at all and ignored most commissions.

If it were a commission to save injured and sick wild monsters, he would rush over without taking a single coin, but how many such commissions could there be?

Most commissions were from the Empire’s breeders saying things like ‘I’m raising something and would like advice.’ And with Professor Bendozol’s personality, there was no way he’d look favorably on others raising animals.

“This commission… even your upperclassmen coveted this commission. Go in my place and complete it.”

Canis Minor Ranch was famous enough in the Empire that even Ka Mo, a student from White Tiger Tower, had coveted this commission.

Even if they didn’t do anything related to mounts, just visiting, looking around, and encountering the animals there would give them much to gain.

‘Tsk. Now that I’m actually handing it over, I’m quite displeased.’

Professor Bendozol felt slightly regretful.

Of course, he originally had no intention of going himself, but entrusting it to a student was a different story.

Even if that student was exceptionally talented, how could he give away the opportunity to meet all kinds of rare animals from the Empire?

It was absolutely unacceptable, even if it made his stomach hurt.

That was Professor Bendozol’s usual attitude, yet here he was changing it.

And to the most enviable student among them all…

“Wow. Thank you, Professor.”

“…Is that all?”

Professor Bendozol was flustered by the lukewarm reaction.

He hadn’t expected tears or overwhelming emotion like some close master-disciple relationship, but he thought there would be more surprise.

“Actually, I do have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“I have many commissions right now, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll definitely complete this commission…”

“…Get out of my sight!!!”

* * *

‘Was that really worth getting so angry about?’

Lee Han shook his head at Professor Bendozol’s rude attitude he had just witnessed in class and walked on.

What could he do about already having many commissions? That wasn’t Lee Han’s fault.

‘Maybe that’s why the dragons don’t like him.’

Having such cruel thoughts sharp as a dagger, Lee Han arrived at the lecture hall.

It was basement level 1, Professor Boladi’s lecture hall, which he could now reach with his eyes closed.

“?”

Lee Han was puzzled as he opened the door and entered.

Usually, the lecture hall was always transformed in various ways to torment, no, train Lee Han.

But today the lecture hall was very…

‘Normal?’

It looked like an ordinary lecture hall with desks and chairs.

Lee Han wondered if there might be an ambush, trap, or perhaps a mimic that Professor Boladi had raised in the form of a desk, so he heightened his senses.

“Sit down.”

Professor Boladi gestured to his disciple. Lee Han slowly sat down without removing his suspicious, wary, and doubtful gaze.

‘Is this perhaps a trap that activates when I sit?’

“I heard you’ve received several commissions this semester. It will be difficult to match the schedule.”

“Ah, yes.”

Basically, commissions weren’t all things that could be finished quickly and briefly. This was especially true for Lee Han, who had received many invitations.

If someone had some flexibility in their class schedule, they could manage their free time well to handle them, but Lee Han was a student whose schedule gaps were fewer than the blank spaces on his usual answer sheets.

“I was planning to catch up on missed lectures separately later, like last semester.”

Professor Boladi nodded. Then he said.

“I’ll conduct the 【Understanding and Application of Intermediate Combat Magic】 lectures intermittently without setting aside separate time.”

“…Professor!”

Lee Han was startled.

He never thought Professor Boladi would show such thoughtful consideration.

“Wait. Did someone order you to do this by any chance?”

“I received a request from Professor Garcia.”

“Ah.”

Learning the truth, Lee Han immediately understood. He was a bit disappointed, but still quite moved.

To think that Professor Boladi would give up his lecture time and yield his free time…

‘Wait. Does that mean I have to listen to lectures while going out on commissions?’

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