Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1113

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Chapter 1113

“Student Lee Han is from the dark magic school…”

Professor Garcia answered with a reddened face on his behalf. When Professor Boladi opened his mouth to make a correction, Professor Garcia hastily stopped him.

“Professor. Please!”

Even without saying it, he could somehow guess what kind of correction Professor Boladi was trying to make.

It would probably be something like this:

-Student Lee Han does attend the dark magic school, but he also attends all the other schools… And if we’re being strict about it, isn’t he closer to us than to Professor Mortum?

…Actually, Professor Garcia had momentarily wanted to say the same thing when he first heard it.

But there was something in this world called consideration.

Professor Garcia didn’t want to launch additional attacks against a dark mage from Callarogard who seemed to have lived a difficult life already.

“As expected!”

“What?! He’s really a dark mage?!”

“Why would such a talent…?! …Oh, no. Jute. Sorry. Don’t glare at me like that.”

The comrades apologized to their friend’s resentful gaze.

Actually, it was somewhat unfair for them.

Since they were originally far from magic, they had no reason to say things like ‘Why would such a talent become a dark mage?’

Unless you were a mage, it was hard to know the subtle position that the dark magic school occupied within the Empire’s magic schools.

They knew for only one reason.

Because Jute had been constantly chattering about it from beside them.

With him saying things like ‘Good talents don’t want to come to the dark magic school’ ‘This is why dark mages suffer’ ‘Sob sob, I shouldn’t have gone to Callarogard, I’m lonely’, naturally they came to think ‘Ah, so good talents don’t go to the dark magic school’!

Lee Han, who had been listening to the adventurer party’s conversation, asked with slight puzzlement.

“But how did you know that I belong to the dark magic school?”

Having built up quite a reputation, it wouldn’t be strange to meet people in the Empire who knew him.

But asking ‘Aren’t you from the dark magic school?’ upon seeing him was a bit unusual.

Usually rumors didn’t spread in that way.

It would spread as there being an excellent Einroguard graduate mage, or that the Wardanaz family’s mage was outstanding, right?

“We heard from Professor Mortum at the dark mages’ conference.”

“…”

Professor Garcia’s expression wavered.

For some reason, he could guess how Professor Mortum had bragged about it.

And Professor Garcia’s guess was correct.

-Cough. This new undead fusion magic is quite interesting.

-Hehe. Of course it is. Do you know how much our magic tower invested in this magic? We might soon surpass even Einroguard’s dark magic school.

-…Cough, actually a new student entered Einroguard’s dark magic school. You might not know about that side.

And it wasn’t just once.

-Did you see our guild’s activities in this separatist riot? Hahaha!

-…Cough, actually a new student entered Einroguard’s dark magic school…

-Oh, no. We didn’t even provoke you, so why are you…

Professor Mortum, who didn’t have much to brag about, kept swinging the only sword he possessed.

The other dark mages found it dirty and petty, but they couldn’t help it. That sword was truly sharp and powerful.

‘Hmm. This is the first time I’ve wanted to withdraw from Einroguard’s dark magic school.’

Lee Han thought to himself.

Even when the dark magic school had no money and he had to fill the school’s treasury together with senior Diret, he never thought of withdrawing, but hearing what Professor Mortum had done outside made him very ashamed.

Why did the professor do the bragging, but the shame was Lee Han’s share?

While Lee Han was suffering, Jute, who had been organizing his thoughts, hesitated.

He hadn’t been conscious of it, but another thought had occurred to him.

“…Wait! Then… then, could it be that the reason the Cone Tower’s mages are doing this… isn’t to invite the professors, but to invite this dark magic school student here?!”

“That’s… um… uh… ah… yes… that’s right.”

Professor Garcia, who had been trying to somehow defend the Cone Tower’s honor, fumbled and finally admitted it.

How could he turn the conversation around here?

At those words, not only the other adventurers but even the knights were greatly surprised.

“No, they go this far for one student? Are magic towers originally like this?”

“This old knight doesn’t know much about mages’ affairs, but isn’t this a bit excessive… You should respect the individual mage’s will and persuade them, not bewitch them like this, shouldn’t you?”

At the perfectly reasonable words, Professor Garcia felt shame on their behalf.

Just as Lee Han felt shame instead of Professor Mortum, Professor Garcia also felt shame on behalf of the Cone Tower mages.

“That, that’s… it’s not usually like that. This time is a bit of an exception. Please understand the Cone Tower’s mages.”

Iliane, Jute’s comrade who had been listening, expressed respect with an admiring voice.

“That mage is truly remarkable. In a way, they’re trying to take away his own disciple, but instead of stopping it, he’s actually sending him off.”

“I’m not sending him off.”

Professor Garcia became serious immediately for the first time today. His fierce momentum was enough to startle even the battle-hardened adventurers and knights into straightening their postures.

“S-sorry.”

“Oh, no… I’m sorry. What have I done…!”

Professor Garcia deeply reflected.

What kind of disgraceful behavior was this over one muttered comment from the other person?

Actually, if you traced back the disgraceful behavior of the Cone Tower mages, the Skeleton Principal’s evil deception was at its root.

Having been deceived for two generations, how resentful must the Cone Tower mages be?

Regardless, Jute was moved to the point of tears welling up.

“A dark magic school student receiving such treatment!!”

“…”

“…Hey, Jute. That…”

The orc warrior Iliane was about to say ‘I understand your feelings, but getting so deeply immersed in another dark mage’s achievements for vicarious satisfaction doesn’t seem mentally healthy’, but stopped.

Because his friend was being moved too intensely.

‘Let’s just leave him be.’

‘Right. When else would Jute be this happy?’

Lee Han felt very awkward at the atmosphere flowing differently than expected.

Actually, he should have revealed the fact about attending all schools earlier, but couldn’t, which seemed to be the problem.

“Um… well… can we deal with this artifact now?”

“Ah! Please do!”

Lee Han called Apazrakon, who had been standing around awkwardly.

This angel, who had taken an awkward physical form as a lump of flesh, had been waiting blankly and turned his head at Lee Han’s call.

“Apazrakon. Do you have any advice on how to deal with the spirit trapped inside this?”

If it had originally been a sword made by an angel, he would have immediately stabbed it into the artifact to deal damage and then proceeded with the conversation, but now that it was revealed the sword’s creator was a different race, that strategy was blocked.

Might this angel have a different strategy?

“There is.”

“Oh. What is it?”

“Form an encirclement with the mages and knights here, then open the artifact and draw the spirit inside out.”

“And then?”

“Surround and attack it.”

“…”

Lee Han stared at the angel in bewilderment. Even Jute, who had been sobbing with emotion, stared at the angel with the same incredulous expression.

What kind of strategy was that??

Even a five-year-old could come up with the ‘surround and beat up’ strategy.

However, Apazrakon was confident. He had given the best advice he could with all his effort.

“…It’s not wrong though…”

Lee Han looked at the reliable forces beside him.

Professor Boladi, Professor Garcia…

“L-Lee Han. You’re not calculating me as part of your forces right now, are you?”

Professor Garcia was slightly flustered.

Despite his build, Professor Garcia wasn’t very confident in fighting. Support maybe, but not fighting.

“Oh. Of course. I didn’t include you.”

“Phew. Thank you.”

“You didn’t include him?”

Apazrakon asked as if finding it strange.

From an angel’s common sense, it was odd not to include a mage with that level of strength in their forces.

Lee Han sent a look telling him to be quiet. Apazrakon became even more confused.

The actions of mortals sometimes made angels too confused.

Was this confusion the path to enlightenment?

“Professor Bagrek. What do you think about resolving this through force?”

‘Oh no. Did I ask the wrong person?’

Lee Han felt slightly regretful after asking.

I should have asked someone less belligerent…

“It wouldn’t be bad.”

Professor Boladi readily agreed.

It wasn’t because Professor Boladi was a blood-crazed murderer, but because it was truly a situation worth trying.

Since they were inside the Daylily Magic Tower, there were plenty of spaces to weaken and confine spirits.

If they mobilized knights and adventurers to create an encirclement, even a king-class spirit could be sufficiently subdued.

“Then just in case, I’ll inform the mages of the Daylily Magic Tower as well.”

“Wait. Student Lee Han.”

“?”

When Lee Han tried to call the mages who were conducting bizarre rest rituals at the lake, Professor Garcia quickly stopped him.

She was slightly worried that her disciple might not return after running the errand.

“Could someone other than Student Lee Han go?”

“…Professor…”

“What. Why?”

* * *

Among spirits, fire spirits were often said to be particularly violent and fierce. Considering the inherent nature of fire itself, this wasn’t entirely wrong.

Among them, there was one especially belligerent spirit who wandered between realms causing various fights.

Despite possessing not only personal might but also cunning, becoming a source of trouble for countless spirits, this spirit never stopped.

As it continued to cause fights and burn territories, the spirit eventually earned this title.

Fire Heaven General Zvagni!

Sarataan, the Serene Tree Spirit contracted with Lee Han, was quite violent himself, but comparing the two, the scale of damage was overwhelmingly different.

Sarataan was belligerent, but at least he didn’t pick fights with spirits who hadn’t clashed with him.

When enraged, he would smash everything around, but once his anger subsided, he wouldn’t cause more trouble.

However, this Fire Heaven General acted as if he had condensed the violent nature of ‘fire’ itself.

He attacked spirits he hadn’t even clashed with, and whether angry or not, he burned everything around him. Unlike the sealed Sarataan, this Fire Heaven General had so many enemies that if caught in the Spirit Realm, he would have been annihilated immediately.

Hmm?

Zvagni showed a curious reaction when the artifact confining him was suddenly released.

Another spirit might have wondered about the current situation or felt curiosity, but Zvagni prepared something else instead.

A surprise attack.

If the opponent died, that was good, and if they didn’t die, there was nothing to lose.

The spirit’s tongues flickered and transformed into spears that shot out. The power felt was from a being of a different dimension than the flame spears handled by ordinary flame mages.

However, the situation didn’t unfold as Zvagni wanted. As the spears cut through the air, Zvagni shook off the artifact’s chains and laughed.

What, had those mage bastards opened it to finish me off?

“Which spirit is it?”

The mages holding ancient books on spirits immediately shouted.

“Let me check… Fire Heaven General! It’s the Fire Heaven General!”

“Fire Heaven General?!”

At the title of a much bigger figure than expected, the mages in the back also stirred.

I suppose they’re surprised I’m weaker than expected? Well, after being beaten by a dragon and struck by an evil deity, it would be stranger if my power was intact! If you want, I could give you some time. Then I could show you my original power.

“Never let your guard down.”

Tower Master Eulangdam immediately issued a warning.

Though its power was greatly weakened, they must never be careless with such a spirit. It was difficult to predict what it might do.

Other spirits might have chosen submission or compromise, but Zvagni had no such thing.

Zvagni smiled like a benevolent grandfather. However, threatening flames flickered where his eyes should be.

Whether he was defeated here and reverse-summoned to the Spirit Realm, or annihilated, it didn’t matter. Zvagni planned to burn as many prey as possible until then.

…Wait. What are you?

Zvagni, who was about to attack, spoke to Lee Han in a bewildered voice.

What kind of mage was that bastard to be covered with so many spirits and even commanding a star?

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