Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1177

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Chapter 1177

However, none of the Descendants of Ahrak could step forward and say, ‘I’m the right person for this job!’

They all knew they were weak when it came to persuasive rhetoric.

This was the problem when a group had no new members.

When the same tiresome bunch just rotted together, there was no one to send for such occasions.

“I’ll go and try to persuade him.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Ninth.”

“You stay inside. Just keep staying in these catacombs.”

“If you go out, we’ll kill you.”

The ninth Descendant of Ahrak was bewildered by his fellow comrades’ blade-sharp reactions.

“…Why, why! I’m the only one here who can persuade another young person!”

“You call that persuasion. If what you did was persuasion, then what I did wasn’t grave robbing but deferred payment shopping.”

I think it would be better for Ninth to exercise restraint, even though we received special privileges from the Emperor. Unless you want those privileges revoked.”

“Fine.”

A moment of silence lingered.

Then the other descendants spoke.

“Did that bastard just go outside?”

“He definitely went out.”

“…Contact Second and Third and tell them to stop him. Just make sure he doesn’t cause trouble.”

* * *

“Cough, cough.”

Professor Mortum coughed repeatedly as the cold wind blew. The dark magic school students gave him suspicious looks.

“Are you pretending to be sick again?”

“It’s quite possible. I’m sure last time too…”

“What…! Cough, these wicked disciples.”

When his disciples suspected him, Professor Mortum acted aggrieved.

Of course, Professor Mortum had pulled various tricks to pass off troublesome tasks.

-Cough, suddenly the old wound from Ahrak’s red poison…

-Oh my. We’ll take care of cleaning up the corpses!

-Cough, this time the curse I received during the mold plague…

-…Oh my. Then we’ll handle checking the expiration dates of the poisons in storage.

-Cough, cough.

-Sigh. We’ll do it. What else is there? Grading?

-This time I was just coughing!

But these tricks stopped working after just 1 or 2 years in the dark magic school.

Unless they had a personality like Diret, everyone had no choice but to look at him with cold eyes, no matter if he was their master.

Ogoldos was the same.

“Professor. I’ll say this for the good of the school. Please tone down the fake illnesses…”

“Cough, I told you it’s not! Stop being suspicious. I took on and handled work last time too, why don’t you think about that?”

“That was because His Majesty forced you to do it.”

“I said no. I was originally going to take it on myself. Cough. A letter has arrived.”

Professor Mortum quickly changed the subject as his disciples’ gazes grew fiercer and the atmosphere seemed to flow toward denouncing accumulated grievances.

He wasn’t a professor for nothing.

“Did you prepare the letter in advance too?”

“It’s from Professor Garcia!”

Professor Mortum shouted loudly enough for all his disciples to hear and quickly unfolded the letter.

He felt he needed to quickly read the letter’s contents to avoid these wicked disciples’ misunderstandings.

To Professor Mortum

Dark mages from the ‘Descendants of Ahrak,’ ‘Oondorgu’s Legion,’ and ‘Obsidian Tower’ are currently at the Moradi family castle trying to invite student Lee Han. I thought you should know.

Garcia Kim

“!??”

Professor Mortum momentarily lost strength in his legs and staggered. Seeing this, his disciples scolded him again.

“Professor. If you’re going to be like that, just go inside and rest.”

“Why are you really acting like this?”

“These… these foolish brats…”

Another letter flew to the staggering Professor Mortum.

To Professor Mortum

I’m sending this additionally because I left something out. It would be better for Student Diret to come rather than you, Professor. The dark mages seem to hold a lot of resentment toward you.

Garcia Kim

“???”

Professor Mortum was bewildered once again by the letter’s contents.

If earlier he was bewildered by the betrayal of evil and vile dark mages, this time he was bewildered because he truly didn’t understand.

Meanwhile, his disciples, filled with curiosity, came over and read the letter.

“Wardanaz got scouted!?”

“Actually, it would be strange if he didn’t. If only Professor had gone easy on the fake illnesses…”

“…Cough, that’s not what’s important. The fact that these dark mages hold resentment. That’s what’s important.”

Professor Mortum couldn’t understand.

Why on earth would those old dark mages hold resentment toward him?

“Professor. Perhaps…”

“Cough. If you bring up fake illness, I’ll turn you into a ghoul.”

“…No, that’s not it. Haha.”

The dark magic school student who was about to bring up fake illness again awkwardly retreated.

Ogoldos asked with confusion.

“Could it be because we’ve become a bit wealthy recently?”

“…”

“…”

“…Ogoldos. I don’t think that’s it.”

The students were shocked by the absurd statement.

Of course, Einroguard’s dark magic school’s economic situation had improved a bit, but it was definitely not to the degree of receiving jealousy.

They would receive sympathy if anything…

“Was it because we presented dark magic too well? But the Descendants of Ahrak also presented good dark magic well…”

“Are they envious that we live outside the cemetery?”

“That’s not it. Those people prefer living inside cemeteries. I don’t understand.”

Professor Mortum pondered briefly then shrugged his shoulders.

Dark mages were naturally all eccentric.

Moreover, these dark mages usually lived in seclusion among themselves, making their eccentricity even more severe.

“Cough, there’s probably some misunderstanding. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“That definitely seems to be the case.”

This time the disciples also defended Professor Mortum.

Of course, while the Einroguard dark magic school professor often faked illness and deceived his disciples, he wasn’t someone who would go around rudely picking fights.

He would go around coughing and earning sympathy if anything!

“You should hurry and go stop them.”

“Cough. There’s no need to be so hasty. Surely Wardanaz wouldn’t go to another dark magic guild.”

“You should hurry and go stop them.”

“…”

Professor Mortum felt slightly hurt by his students’ cold reaction.

At times like this, what would it hurt to say, even as empty words, ‘No, Wardanaz respects you Professor, so he won’t go elsewhere’?

“Fine. Fine. I need to go call Diret.”

“I’ll go get him. He should be in the dormitory tower…”

“Cough. No. He’s in the library.”

“Huh? Why?”

“…There’s a newly discovered dark magic, and I want to compare how similar its structure is to existing magic structures.”

“Did Senior Direte add even more new topics?!”

The students were shocked.

No matter how much Senior Diret was a madman who chose the 5th year path, to add another research topic on top of that.

Professor Mortum answered while suppressing his embarrassment.

“Ahem. That’s dark magic I discovered.”

“…”

“…”

The students present momentarily thought.

Wardanaz might really go to another dark magic faction!

* * *

What are you all doing?

The Demon Hag asked as if bewildered.

At Lee Han’s lodging, unpleasant dark mages reeking of corpses (some were actually corpses) had gathered in a crowd and were absorbed in magic with their noses practically buried in the table.

“Ah. I’m sorry. We were in the middle of discussing magic.”

Lee Han apologized politely.

When 【Eye of Ahrak】 was semi-forcibly taken away, these Descendants of Ahrak became thoroughly enraged.

Of course, it wasn’t even taken away but closer to them giving it away on their own, but truth didn’t matter to eccentric dark mages.

-You guys bring out some magic too!

-Krrrk (Why should we)?

-Ha. Don’t tell me you’re scared? Afraid he’ll learn it faster than the Eye of Ahrak? Well, your magic is simple after all.

-Krrk (How dare you say such things)?!

The other dark mages immediately fell for the provocation. They instantly began selecting the most difficult and challenging magic from those invested in this masterpiece.

-I’m not interested in that magic…

-Krrrk (Learn it)!

-Not interested? Even better! Hurry up and learn it!

-I said I’m not interested…

The dark mages with rolled-back eyes didn’t listen to Lee Han’s words and frantically demanded he quickly learn the magic.

Eventually Lee Han gave up and began practicing the dark magic developed by Oondorgu’s Legion, 【Living Moving Wall】.

And he succeeded in learning it.

-…Hahaha! Hahahaha! Look! He learned it faster than the Eye of Ahrak!

-Krrk (This structure itself is easy and the guy learned Gonadaltes’ magic)…

-Shut up! Anyway, he learned it faster than the Eye of Ahrak, so your magic is simple! Now. You’re next!

-What nonsense are you spouting? I agreed to contribute money from my own pocket, but I won’t use Obsidian Tower’s magic as betting material like this.

-Krrk (Are you scared)?

-Hmph. Even if you say that, I won’t do it.

-Fine. That kind of persuasion won’t work on someone like that. Listen well, young one. If you don’t participate properly, we and Oondorgu’s Legion will join forces and go around telling all mages that Obsidian Tower’s magic is terrible. We’ll have to go report to His Imperial Majesty too. Ask if such people can be given tower authority.

-…Don’t lie.

The Obsidian Tower mage ignored the other’s threat.

No matter what, they wouldn’t really do such a thing.

Would those lazy ones really travel around the entire Empire spreading word about ‘why Obsidian Tower’s magic is terrible’ for such a trivial reason?

Even in front of the Emperor and officials?

-Look into my eyes. Do I look like I’m bluffing?

-Krrk (I’ll definitely do it).

-…These damn old fools!

Eventually even the Obsidian Tower mage ended up participating in this bet.

The Demon Hag listened to the explanation and sent a contempt-filled gaze.

‘I thought they were idiots, but they’re more idiotic than I thought.’

“By the way, this person crawling on all fours…”

Probably made a bet. Not curious.

The Demon Hag answered coldly.

Mages originally crawled on all fours from time to time.

Either because their backs degenerated from long magical research or because they lost a bet, and she wasn’t particularly curious about either.

“So, how did the negotiation go?”

Right, I was going to talk about that. This worked out well! Congratulations, young boy. You’re lucky.

The Demon Hag giggled and congratulated Lee Han.

Certainly, the mage before her eyes seemed to have powerful luck following him.

Something that could be called divine fortune, or fate.

Otherwise, that Worshipper of Evil Gods wouldn’t have had his power stolen and be dancing in the palm of his hand just for being entangled for such a simple reason.

“It went well?!”

Yes. When we find those Seinguiros fellows, we can make the two clash. Isn’t it already delightful to imagine them fighting and tearing at each other?

“Not quite to that extent.”

What a boring fellow. Now that you’re getting what you want, you’ve already become cold toward this grandmother.

“That’s not it. Should I brew some tea?”

…That’s a novel suggestion? More than that, call those dark mages over. Those youngsters are being incredibly arrogant.

The Demon Hag was someone who valued etiquette.

She absolutely could not tolerate the dark mages ignoring her when she appeared.

“I’m sorry. They’re not usually like this, but right now they’re looking for difficult dark magic to win the bet… Actually, they’re people who usually respect you, Demon Hag.”

What can’t mouths say.

“It’s not empty words, they really came here because they had questions for you, Demon Hag. They were looking for that stone tablet…”

!

The Demon Hag made a mischievous expression at those words.

A very wicked revenge had occurred to her.

Then there’s no need to call them. Tell them after this grandmother leaves.

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