Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1181

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Chapter 1181

Lee Han sent his friends ahead first, then picked up the box containing cloth that scattered pitch-black darkness.

Since he went out several times more than other students, he couldn’t help but be conscious of the professors’ attention. He had to give gifts when he could.

“But what kind of cloth is this? It seems like a composite material…”

“Right? It doesn’t look like something sold in the market. Did he bring it out to use something made by students at Einroguard? There are few places other than the Dark Magic School that make this kind of darkness cloth.”

Diret also seemed puzzled, having the same thought.

The Enchantment School often applied such magic to cloth, but the darkness element was quite a heterogeneous element among the elements.

If it wasn’t the Dark Magic School, why would there be many who would bother dealing with an element that not many handled?

‘Is it cloth that former graduates made and left abandoned?’

“It doesn’t seem like something made by former graduates though.”

“Why?”

When his junior naturally denied the thought he had just conceived, Diret asked back in surprise.

“If the graduates had made it, they would have definitely used it. The Dark Magic School environment wasn’t generous enough to leave things they made abandoned.”

“…We, we could sometimes leave things abandoned too, why…”

Diret protested, but his voice unconsciously grew smaller.

Honestly, when the seniors were around, the environment was more harsh if anything, and didn’t seem like it would be better.

‘These immature brats!’

Ninth almost shouted while in box form without realizing it.

Dark mages who should be leading Einroguard’s Dark Magic School were acting so spiritlessly.

He wanted to scold them loudly right away.

A dark mage should be able to slap someone’s cheek if their shoulders bumped while passing by, and confidently take out corpses from that person’s family grave.

Anyway, he couldn’t understand why all the young ones these days were so timid and weak.

‘Don’t worry. I will soon impart my teachings.’

Ninth prepared to reveal his true nature the moment he was left alone with the Wardanaz Family brat.

He didn’t know he would end up inside Einroguard, but a great dark mage skillfully utilized coincidence as well.

“But junior. Don’t you think about using this cloth yourself? You’d have many places to use cloth like this.”

Ninth nodded his non-existent head at those words and felt pleased.

Who had made this cloth? It was himself.

Such a reaction was natural in a way.

“That would be the case, but since I went outside and came back, it would be a bit awkward to visit the Professor empty-handed.”

“Indeed… What? What bullshit is that?”

Diret was about to let it pass but suddenly reacted intensely. Lee Han cast a bewildered look at his respected senior’s profanity.

“Did I make some mistake?”

“Mistake? Other than you entering the Dark Magic School? No. But why are you being conscious of the Professor? Hand it over. Giving it to the Professor is canceled.”

Realizing his junior was trying to give a gift with such an absurd mindset, Diret snatched the box.

Lee Han panicked and snatched it back, saying.

“No, it’s not just for that reason. I also don’t have any immediate use for it.”

Diret snatched it again.

“Then you can think about it now.”

Lee Han quickly re-seized the box using the mana operation that knights used. Then he said.

“I’ll ask for it later if I need it. The Professor just said he needed cloth like this.”

“That’s a lie. …Hey. Only use magic! That’s cheating!”

When his junior cheated by dodging in the knights’ way, Diret got angry.

Ninth, who had been shaking back and forth, cursed both of them inwardly.

‘Dark mages fighting over such beggar-like reasons.’

Fortunately, the fight soon ended. Diret ultimately lost to his junior’s stubbornness.

“Don’t give everything to the Professor and keep your share for yourself.”

“…”

Lee Han thought to himself, ‘Shouldn’t you follow that rule first, Senior?’

“You just thought ‘Senior should take care of yourself first,’ didn’t you.”

“?!!!”

“…I’m telling you to do well because I couldn’t do it!”

Diret wielded his privilege as a senior.

Namely, unreasonableness toward his junior. Lee Han grumbled inwardly.

He was definitely planning to pay it back the same way to the next juniors.

“Professor. We’re here…”

“Cough, welcome.”

“…”

“…”

Lee Han and Diret, who opened the door to the first floor of the Dark Hall, were speechless at the luxuriously prepared interior of the tower.

The sight of lights turned on everywhere like a festival and all kinds of food piled high on tables was truly surreal.

Of course, if you looked closely, you could tell it was the usual Dark Hall.

The lighting was candles lit inside skulls that usually rolled around, and judging by the blackish color of the round table piled with food, it was originally a table where various poisons were precariously stacked.

“By any chance, Senior Diret, did you say you were transferring to another school?”

Lee Han asked, not understanding.

What money did Professor Mortum have to make such preparations?

And that question ultimately made Diret explode.

“…It’s you! You! You! Junior, you! I’m a 5th year, why would I transfer to another school! Where is there anyone who goes to another school after becoming a 5th year!!”

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

Diret, who came to his senses belatedly, hesitated.

He was the one who did something embarrassing in the Northern Region, yet he was getting angry at his junior.

“But Senior.”

“…What?”

“Even if another school is impossible, you could go to another dark magic organization.”

“…”

“Cough. Wardanaz. Diret has a sense of responsibility to carry on Einroguard’s Dark Magic School, so he won’t do that.”

“Come on. If the conditions are good, he’d go. I heard the Obsidian Tower has that much money.”

Lee Han answered without batting an eye.

Good Dark Magic School students had a habit of wanting to help others escape even if they couldn’t escape themselves.

Worried that he might lose current talent while trying to protect future talent, Professor Mortum quickly intervened.

“Cough! Our school doesn’t differ that much anymore!”

“Come on. What nonsense… If that made sense, there wouldn’t be much difference in wealth between Gainando’s family and a beggar.”

‘You said you wanted to make a good impression on the Professor…’

Diret thought to himself.

For someone who even brought a gift to make a good impression on the Professor, he was being too bold.

But Professor Mortum, who had many shortcomings, praised Lee Han instead of getting angry no matter what he said.

“Cough, your joke skills have improved like your dark magic skills.”

“It’s not a jok…”

“What’s this?”

“Ah. I brought what was left over from using it outside this time. I thought you might need it, Professor.”

“Indeed. Cough, I’ll take it to the underground storage.”

When Professor Mortum personally carried the box, Diret was impressed.

Seeing someone who had only coughed whenever he needed to exert strength in his lifetime act like this, he could definitely feel the sincerity.

“Such hypocrisy…”

“Junior. Never be fooled.”

Of course, the juniors weren’t. Diret reflected slightly.

Having worked under Professor Mortum for so long, he had come to give high evaluations based on just one small action.

Creak-

Pretending not to hear his disciples’ harsh criticism, Professor Mortum quickly entered the underground storage.

Demon Orlagh welcomed the professor warmly.

“Oh. Mage sir. Was everyone satisfied with the meal? What did the young master say?”

Lee Han didn’t know it, but it was this very demon who had prepared tonight’s banquet.

Surprisingly, he had gone to Inspector Wuman to obtain ingredients (the reason that it was hospitality for Lee Han was a major factor in his success) and had diligently cooked, even personally lighting the oven fire.

It certainly wasn’t because he found the dark mages of this magic tower endearing—it was because of Lee Han.

If he could gain recognition from the favored son of the Wardanaz Family, he could prepare such banquets thousands of times over.

“Cough. Huh? Right. He praised your skills.”

Professor Mortum gave a vague response.

True to being a professor of the Dark Magic School, this mage had no conscience whatsoever.

Normally he wouldn’t have been fooled, but Orlagh, blinded by greed, was overjoyed.

“R-really! Specifically, how?!”

“He said he wanted to take you with him as his personal chef. Cough. But that’s not what’s important. I have an important mission for you.”

“What is it?”

“This chest has been transformed by a very evil dark mage, and you must absolutely prevent it from making contact with Wardanaz.”

“!”

-!

Ninth was shocked at being discovered and tried to return to his original form.

However, the transformation wouldn’t break, as Professor Mortum had cast magic at some point.

‘This… this little bastard!’

“An, an assassin?!”

“Cough, assassin? …Right! Assassin! You can think of it as an assassin.”

“Understood! I’ll absolutely prevent anyone from making contact!”

Orlagh promised to mobilize all his demonic powers to perfectly confine this evil assassin.

Ninth could only curse as he was dragged away, chest and all.

This was exactly what the ruthless world of dark mages was like. Once you let your guard down, you could never recover.

* * *

After returning and finishing the ledger organization and checking the knights’ maps, Lee Han immediately began preparing for midterm exams.

What he had declared to Professor Garcia was by no means empty words. He planned to finish everything necessary before the midterm exam period and then set out on the search with the knights.

“Hmm…”

At the sight of Lee Han placing the course list on the table and pondering which order to study in advance, the Blue Dragon Tower students passed by quietly, not even daring to breathe.

Just looking at that course list seemed like it would corrupt their minds with madness.

“There are quite a lot.”

“…”

“…”

Yoner’s eyebrows twitched as he studied nearby.

Gainando gestured ‘Shouldn’t we tell him to come to his senses?’ but Yoner shook his head.

He wanted to say something, but this was still his friend’s usual behavior.

“I’m not sure if I can finish all this and still go out.”

“…”

“…”

Adenart wrote on paper ‘Shouldn’t we stop him?’ Gainando clicked his tongue as if exasperated.

‘What kind of…!’

Just as Adenart was about to make a sound, getting angry at her rude junior, Lee Han stood up from his seat.

The Blue Dragon Tower students all lowered their heads in unison and pretended to read their books.

Fortunately, Lee Han headed to his private room upstairs, muttering to himself instead of looking at his friends. He seemed quite focused indeed.

“Phew…”

-Gainando. Don’t hold your book upside down.

“…”

Gainando made a disgusted expression at the voice coming from upstairs.

Sometimes, even though he was his friend, there were times when he was scary.

* * *

“Master.”

-Ah. It’s been a while. My disciple.

The Young Prince, who had been reading a book in the painting, welcomed Lee Han warmly.

“If it’s alright with you, may I ask you a few things about magic…”

-My disciple. Rather than you bothering me by asking about trivial matters, your polite and distant attitude saddens me more. Please feel free to ask me anything. I wouldn’t mind even if you asked what to have for lunch today.

While neither the Skeleton Principal nor the Insane Doppelganger were kind to pointless questions, the Young Prince was so kind that he had something that made questioners suffocate.

He gave the pressure that you absolutely must not bother such a person with useless questions.

-Are you perhaps here to ask about those architectural blueprints?

“Huh? Oh.”

Lee Han looked at the thick book that the senior dark mages had forced on him. It was so thick that it was practically like a book.

“This is trash they forced on me. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Lee Han threw the book into a corner. He wanted to ask about lectures, not listen to the dark mages’ useless magic.

-It seems like quite decent magic though. You’re not hiding it because you’re embarrassed, are you?

“Absolutely not.”

-If that’s the case.

The Young Prince moved the book into the painting with a single gesture. He planned to read it later and evaluate it.

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