Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1191

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Chapter 1191

While the two were conversing, screams could be heard again from inside.

-Aaahhh!

“Shouldn’t we go in?”

“Why?”

“Well, if the professor is being attacked… Oh wait. I’m sorry.”

Sigunteng realized he had said something stupid and deeply reflected on it.

If Professor Verdus was being attacked, they should leisurely have a cup of tea outside, watch the birds fly by, and contemplate what magic is and what life is, rather than rushing in.

As expected, Anfargon was a year older senior and very wise.

-This is ridiculous!

“It doesn’t sound like he’s being attacked.”

“Damn it.”

Sigunteng felt betrayed.

He had trusted in his junior’s violence, but it really wasn’t an assignment to attack Professor Verdus. Somehow he felt wronged.

-Grrrgh…

“This is… the sound made when magic gets blocked.”

‘Will I become like that when I’m a fourth year?’

Sigunteng suddenly felt sad seeing Anfargon figure out the professor’s mood just from hearing the groaning sounds.

He really didn’t want to become like that.

“If it’s the sound made when magic gets blocked, isn’t that strange? Magic wouldn’t suddenly get blocked.”

“True. There are usually warning signs.”

Anfargon nodded in agreement.

Professor Verdus did sometimes fall into madness because of magic, but there were usually precursor symptoms.

He would mainly mutter questions to students like ‘What do you think of this magic?’ or ‘Why won’t this work?’

But there was nothing like that this time?

“Could it be because of the assignment that junior submitted?”

“It wouldn’t be easy to drive a professor mad… even if it is Wardanaz…”

Anfargon fell into thought.

Both the crazy junior and the crazy professor were formidable individuals.

But if he had to choose, Professor Verdus would be the crazier one, so could he really be driven to that state by just one assignment?

“Don’t you want to go check?”

“Are you insane? If you want to go in there, call the mercenaries. I absolutely won’t go in.”

Anfargon was disappointed by Sigunteng’s fierce refusal.

A stupid junior would have been fooled into going in…

Bang!

“?!”

At the sudden sound, both turned around in surprise.

Yukveltire, who had shown herself after a long time, was staring intently at the two.

“What’s the matter, senior? For reference, I’m busy too.”

“Same here. Don’t even think about giving us work.”

“I have no intention of giving work to you incompetent underclassmen, so stop with the useless talk.”

At the cold, merciless voice, Sigunteng got emotional and protested.

“That mistake I made back then was because it wasn’t my major, so I made a mistake…”

“Calm down. I’m not talking about you. I’m pointing out the mistake I made.”

Anfargon stopped Sigunteng from making excuses. Yukveltire kindly explained.

“I was talking to both of you.”

“…”

“…”

Any student of the Divination Magic Guild had experienced being semi-forcibly commanded by Yukveltire to undertake high-difficulty tasks.

When they entered the guild as underclassmen, they would follow senior’s orders without much thought.

And most students were bound to make at least one mistake in those tasks.

How could they not make mistakes when suddenly assigned high-difficulty work as second years?

The only one who didn’t make mistakes there was that crazy class representative Wor Mo.

“So what brings you here?”

“Did any of you touch 【Yukveltire’s Spear】?”

“…”

“…”

Both were shocked but answered while managing their expressions.

“No.”

“Why would we touch it?”

“Hmm.”

Yukveltire fell into thought. Sigunteng cautiously asked.

“Did the item… disappear?”

“No.”

“Huh? Then…”

“It’s tilted about 3 degrees from the original angle. It’s strange.”

“…”

Sigunteng almost screamed.

What kind of crazy person was this?

She even remembered the angles at which artifacts were placed.

“You must be mistaken.”

“Sorry, but I don’t make mistakes. Junior. It’s different from you confusing acceleration and amplification properties.”

‘Damn it.’

Sigunteng cursed inwardly.

Probably when Sigunteng died in the distant future, Yukveltire would come to the funeral and recite this kind of eulogy.

-To the junior who confused acceleration and amplification properties and destroyed one of my artifacts…

Whoosh!

At that moment, the spatial distortion sealing Professor Verdus’s work space was released.

Professor Verdus, with the saddest and most miserable face in the Empire, trudged out from inside.

“…I really hate to ask this question, but what happened?”

“Do any of you know how to use the magic called 【Eye of Ahrak】?”

Professor Verdus immediately threw out a random question. The students were all bewildered.

“I’ve never heard the name before… Is it dark magic? If it’s Ahrak…”

“Then what about 【Living Moving Wall】?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you guys even know!”

Professor Verdus stamped his feet as if frustrated.

He was completely different from the professor who usually passed things off indifferently with ‘Of course you wouldn’t know’ or ‘That’s typical of you’ when students didn’t know something.

Instead of getting angry, the disciples sent suspicious glances.

Could it be?

“Professor, do you not know either?”

“…”

Professor Verdus hung his head low.

In fact, it wasn’t shameful at all for a mage of the Divination Magic Guild to not know how to cast high-difficulty dark magic they’d never seen before.

The other party hadn’t explained it in detail, and all they had were brief descriptions from other blueprints.

But Professor Verdus, who was only satisfied when he knew everything he wanted, was dejected.

Just how was this magic supposed to be cast?

“I’m disappointed, Professor. You emphasize magical ability so much to us, yet you don’t know.”

“That’s right! Take this opportunity to quit being a professor!”

The students knew that much too, but they didn’t care and poured out criticism.

If not now, there would be no other time to curse Professor Verdus.

Cursing when you could was exactly the Divination Magic School’s way.

“It’s because there’s not enough time.”

“You said that excuses about lacking time are only made by incompetent mages.”

“If I could just get a few dark magic books from the library…”

“You also said that excuses about magic books are only made by worthless mages! Haha!”

“…J-just you wait!”

Professor Verdus, thoroughly defeated by his past self, went back into his workshop.

He was determined to recreate this magic by any means necessary.

At his retreating figure, the Divination Magic School students smiled broadly. Even Yukveltire showed a faint smile.

“Oh, he left this behind.”

Sigunteng casually picked up the underclassman’s assignment that Professor Verdus had dropped.

Well, if he was a professor, he would have memorized it at first glance, so there was no need to carry it around…

“…”

Sigunteng’s expression became very serious. Curious, Anpagondo also peeked over from behind.

“Hmm…”

Anpagondo’s expression changed to match his underclassman’s exactly.

Both were confused, having no idea what kind of dark magic this was.

Professor Verdus seemed to have grasped the effects, but they couldn’t even understand the effects properly…

‘Were Imperial characters always this difficult? Is this even written in Imperial script?’

“Senior. Could you please read this?”

When the two handed over the blueprint, Yukveltire took it and quietly read through it.

The underclassmen looked at their senior with expectant eyes. This unfriendly senior would surely give them a proper explanation.

“I’ve finished reading. Anyway, if neither of you touched anything, let’s get going.”

“N-no…”

The two were flustered as their senior quickly left.

She just left like that?

“She’s really cold. Isn’t she even curious about this?”

“I’ve felt this way before, but that senior has no human heart. Sometimes she’s even more ruthless than Professor Verdus.”

While the two underclassmen grumbled, Yukveltire quietly walked away and sent a paper bird to her friend.

The reply came back immediately.

How would I know how to cast the Eye of Ahrak!? Ask the Descendants of Ahrak!

“…”

A slight hint of disappointment flickered across Yukveltire’s expression.

Then another paper bird flew over.

“!”

She hurriedly caught and unfolded it to find the following message:

And Yukveltire’s spear is something I borrowed temporarily, so don’t bully the underclassmen!

“…”

* * *

While the Divination Magic School upperclassmen were in shock, the professors were experiencing similar shock.

Professor Thunderstep apologized with a sorry face.

“Sorry about this, Professor Yoner. I should have stopped him.”

No answer came from Professor Yonramo.

The sight of his disciple transformed into a dragon was too shocking.

Professor Garcia, who had come to watch after hearing rumors, was also speechless, not expecting him to actually transform into a dragon.

“Even so, I never thought he’d really turn into a dragon…”

“But where is Professor Verdus?”

“Who knows?”

“Hmph. At least I don’t have to see him showing off. That’s fortunate.”

Professor Thunderstep grumbled.

If Professor Verdus had been here, how annoyingly would he have acted about being right?

Thinking about it that way, it was rather fortunate he wasn’t here.

“He transformed into a dragon?!”

Somehow word had spread, and other professors who had no relation to this began appearing one by one.

Professor Milay and Professor Kirmin were one thing, but when even Professor Alcasis from the Healing Magic School, who was usually hard to see even among professors, appeared, everyone was surprised.

“Professor! We didn’t expect you to come!”

“If he can transform into a dragon, I need to assess this in advance.”

“…”

…

Not only Professor Garcia but even Lee Han, transformed into a dragon, made a sour expression.

How harshly was she planning to work him later that she came to check personally like this?

Still, the atmosphere among the gathered professors was quite good. Professor Yonramo was also quite satisfied once he recovered from the shock.

“Transforming into a dragon is indeed remarkable.”

“R-right, right. It’s because you taught him so well, Professor.”

Professor Garcia quickly flattered him. Though not to that extent, the other professors also held it in high regard.

How could there be no credit to the professor when his disciple could use such excellent magic?

“Now that this is possible, it should have considerable impact on summoning magic too. The dragon clans from other dimensions are exclusive, but if he knows how to transform, they might also…”

“Won’t he become more distant from ordinary spirits?”

“Isn’t that natural, Professor Garcia? Why do you ask such a question?”

“Ha, haha. It’s nothing.”

“Everyone, if student Wardanaz, who can transform into a dragon, supports this Jorzic, wouldn’t His Majesty be more likely to grant permission for the position of Einroguard’s principal?”

“…”

“…”

“R-right, right! We’ll support you, Professor Benmalppa!”

“We support you too, Professor Benmalppa!”

“Thank you, thank you, everyone!”

While the professors’ conversation continued, the last professor arrived.

It was Professor Bendozol.

“…Waaah!”

Professor Bendozol burst into loud wails as soon as he saw Lee Han transformed into a dragon. The professors slowly backed away.

Professor Thunderstep muttered ‘Who called that guy?’ while grimacing.

Professor Jorzic approached Professor Bendozol, who was prostrated on the ground, with a moved expression.

“I’m moved too, Professor Bendozol. By the disciple’s achievement…”

“Get lost!!”

“!?”

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