Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1218

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Chapter 1218

A crunching sound was heard. It was the sound of Huidore accurately striking the Evil Deity’s projection and crushing it to the depths of its soul.

However, the Evil Deity did not fall. Rather, the blood-red aura rising from it became even stronger.

-It has fallen!

Be careful, Osu’s Disciple!

Those who were fighting their respective projections in other places also noticed the anomaly.

The projections they were facing had all been destroyed at once.

The cornered Evil Deity was clearly squeezing out every last bit of remaining power from the bottom of the bottom, even at a loss.

Even though hastily reabsorbing projections this way would result in considerable losses.

The sky of the originally blood-stained domain returned to its original color, and the twisted areas regained their order.

The Evil Deity was even absorbing the power it had used to manage its domain.

‘So this is why it endured!’

Lee Han was grateful for his choice to delay the lightning spear.

The vision of the future had just shown him.

The sight of the Evil Deity charging forward like a wild boar, enduring even after being pierced by the lightning spear!

He had wondered how it endured, but it seemed to have scraped together everything remaining to the bottom and endured with that vitality.

■■■■■■…!

The Evil Deity no longer emitted thought waves in a format that mortals could understand.

It had thrown away the ego it once prided itself on and focused on primal power, growling.

Sarataan, sensing the threat, shouted.

-It’s charging! Thrust the lightning spear!

“Not yet. Wait a bit more.”

-It’s trying to cross space!

Sarataan felt that the Evil Deity’s power was trying to shake off the small world’s constraints and pierce through space.

A desperate enemy was truly terrifying. Despite being hit by Huidore, it persistently tried to approach.

However, instead of thrusting the lightning spear, this contractor gathered even more power. Until he could wear down the opponent and increase his own destructive power to kill it in one strike.

-This damn bastard!

Eventually, Sarataan gave up on persuasion and stepped forward himself.

Before being sealed, this Alder Tree Spirit had boasted a hardness that could not be scratched by any attack.

Now he had lost most of his true power, but some fragments remained, and one of them was the authority of stubbornness.

The power of an iron wall that could withstand any attack!

Instantly, dozens of branches sprouted in front of Lee Han’s staff, creating shield-shaped vines.

As the vines suppressed the approaching Evil Deity, a murderous roar returned. Sarataan’s anger also flared at that roar, and he shouted back.

-Just hurry up and die, you beast!

■■■■…

* * *

The Young Prince sighed.

The situation was not very good.

That Wood Spirit had overexerted itself too much in its weakened state and would not be able to withstand the Evil Deity’s charge.

To help his disciple at the crucial moment, the Young Prince had been waiting quietly, saving even the strength to speak a word.

To think he had to use that power for that evil spirit.

The Prince did not like that spirit. Not just Sarataan, but he did not particularly like evil beings.

Evil ones were too numerous and seemed tireless in their endless prosperity. Even when shown mercy, they showed no gratitude and rolled their eyes whenever an opportunity arose.

But now…

He could not deny the fact that this spirit was the loyal retainer who remained by his disciple’s side until the very end.

That spirit might be evil, but it was no coward. Unlike himself, who would disappear when the painting’s power weakened, it was a being that would continue to help his disciple.

Perhaps fate had sent this Young Prince here to teach such a lesson.

That there was no need to hate evil ones too emotionally just because they were evil.

The Young Prince raised his hand.

The first meeting had occurred like a miracle, and now the second meeting had come like this.

Then a third would not be impossible either.

“Be released!”

* * *

-!?

Sarataan was startled by the power that suddenly surged.

He knew that a considerable portion of his power was sealed in this staff’s core, but he had not expected it to return like this.

Had the resonance with his contractor torn away several layers of the seal and restored his power?

Though unpleasant to admit, he could not deny it. Considering what this contractor had experienced recently, it was even more so.

In any case, it was something to be grateful for. Sarataan roared against the Evil Deity and exerted even more power.

-Now, die!

It’s really dangerous now! Even if you can’t kill it, thrust it in!

Perkuntra shouted.

Now it was not a question of whether the lightning spear could cut the opponent’s throat, but whether the contractor’s body could endure.

This contractor, unleashed by the small world’s dynamis, was endlessly building up magic without limit.

Was this really okay?

Lee Han also knew the spirit’s concern. Certainly, the lightning spear was now in a state too powerful to control.

Of course, he had a countermeasure.

‘I can use dynamis one more time.’

Since he had initially mentioned three times, one remained.

Neither Perkuntra nor Mahuda nor anyone else had agreed to three times, but Lee Han had finished rationalizing it with Einroguard-style calculations.

Suddenly, Professor Boladi appeared behind Lee Han.

Lee Han was terrified that the professor, having read his thoughts, might knock him unconscious and send him to the rear, but fortunately, Professor Boladi had not teleported with such intentions.

Professor Boladi grasped the lightning spear with one hand. It was to help with control.

The massive magical power tried to burn the one who was not its master, but Professor Boladi calmly sacrificed one arm and commanded.

“Now.”

“Understood!”

The lightning spear, having regained control, writhed like a dragon and condensed its trajectory.

Toward the brow of the Evil Deity emerging from the swamp of various magics, the lightning spear charged. The mages present felt as if time had stopped for a moment.

And the lightning spear struck the Evil Deity directly.

Professor Boladi instinctively sensed victory. The blazing white light colored and vibrated the air as if it would burn everything.

Normally, he should have maintained concentration.

He needed to observe the enemy and strike additional vital points if it seemed likely to survive.

However, Professor Boladi suddenly felt the past flash through his mind. It was an unstoppable reverie.

* * *

“The western vampire families in the fortress were completely annihilated. They said they wouldn’t surrender to the Emperor’s bastard, so I let them be.”

“…”

“I searched the fortress and found your family’s remains. Tell the knights I said they did well later. I’ll prepare the funeral.”

“…”

“You seem to resent me.”

The Skeleton Principal in human form said while looking at his disciple lying on the sickbed.

To be precise, it was a form that seemed to fuse a sickbed and a prison.

On one side were potions to restore the mage who had become exhausted and worn out from long assassinations, and on the other side were restraints to prevent this mage from escaping.

“Yes.”

“I resent you too, so we’re even. Resent me diligently from there. I’ll resent you while moving around freely. Come to think of it, we’re not even. Let’s say I won.”

Voladi Bagrec seemed to think for a moment as if choosing his words, then asked.

“Why is that?”

“Hm?”

“Why do you resent me?”

Voladi Bagrec had sufficient reason to resent the Skeleton Principal.

He had interfered with his revenge several times, and because of that, he couldn’t even participate in the fortress subjugation battle.

However, it didn’t make logical sense for the Skeleton Principal to resent Voladi Bagrec.

For the one who interfered to resent the one who was interfered with.

“Most of my disciples were shameless, but you’re truly extreme. Who was it that rescued you from being trapped in that fortress’s underground prison? Anyone listening would think you escaped on your own!”

The Skeleton Principal reproached his disciple as if utterly exasperated.

Fine, let’s say rampaging like a madman and raising the enemies’ vigilance to the maximum was acceptable.

Then you should have taken a brief rest and made the opponent let their guard down, but instead you immediately went in saying there were many to kill in the fortress?

Because of that, the Skeleton Principal had to agonize over the rescue operation before the subjugation.

He couldn’t tell what this bastard had learned at Einroguard or from the Skeleton Principal himself. He wanted to deny being his teacher if anyone asked.

“I never asked to be…”

“‘I never asked to be rescued.’ Yes, that’s what you were going to say!”

The Skeleton Principal raised both hands and mocked his disciple. Voladi Bagrec, caught trying to say exactly that, hesitated.

“Don’t say such trite things. You’re neither the first nor will you be the last disciple like this. Those bastards who get angry asking why you saved them after rescuing them from drowning! Why do you ask questions when you won’t understand the answer even if you hear it?”

“You still haven’t answered the question.”

“I don’t want to answer. When you later take in a disciple as shameless as yourself, ask yourself. There’s only one thing I’ll tell you now.”

“What…”

“Once you’re fully healed, straight to the punishment room!”

* * *

With those final words, the Skeleton Principal threw the peeled fruit at his disciple’s face and left.

After that, no charges or investigations regarding what happened in the Western Region came to Professor Boladi.

Even though Professor Boladi had violated imperial law just as much as the Western vampire families.

Though he didn’t say it, Professor Boladi guessed that the Skeleton Principal had pulled some strings.

Knights from the Western Region would often visit Einroguard only to be chased away naked.

When knight captains came to protest and were also chased away naked several more times, even the most demanding imperial officials stopped asking the professor any questions about the Western rebellion.

Despite events that seemed unforgettable, time passed.

After leaving the punishment room, Professor Boladi finished several papers on magical combat and wandered the Empire. It was to perfect his own magic.

During this time, he received an unexpected proposal from the Skeleton Principal. A proposal to return to Einroguard.

Kirmin welcomed his old friend joyfully, but Professor Boladi always had one unresolved question.

Why had the Skeleton Principal invited someone like him to be a professor?

There were many excellent combat mages in the Empire. Among them, there was no one who couldn’t teach better than himself.

But the Skeleton Principal said nothing.

Even if he failed to teach a single student each year, it was simply overlooked. Professor Verdus would grumble about why only that guy got favoritism.

He didn’t ask then, but now he thought he understood a little. He also thought he understood why the Skeleton Principal had said it was resentful.

“Wardanaz.”

Professor Boladi looked at his disciple.

Though covered in blood with not a single uninjured spot, his eyes were triumphant and a trace of a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.

Professor Boladi suddenly felt deep regret toward the Skeleton Principal.

Why are some things impossible to truly understand until you experience them yourself?

“Thank you.”

“…It was nothing, Professor.”

Lee Han said with a grin. Professor Boladi nodded slightly.

“And…”

“?”

After pondering, Professor Boladi finally made his decision.

In a way, it was like spitting in his own face, but he felt this was something he absolutely had to say.

“Once you’re fully healed, straight to the punishment room.”

“…”

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