Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 382

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Chapter 382

Click!

When he touched the wall behind the columns as the King of Ghouls had instructed, the sound of mechanisms moving echoed as a hidden space inside was revealed.

Seeing this, Lee Han suddenly became anxious.

‘Please don’t tell me it’s bones again?’

Come to think of it, the concept of treasure for undead might be a bit different.

Still, he’s a king, so at least a few gems would be nice…

“Junior!!!!”

Ogoldos, who had entered first, shouted with a voice full of joy. Lee Han asked excitedly.

“What’s there?”

“Bones! It’s bones!!! Bones!!!!”

“…”

Lee Han put on a serious expression for the first time in a while.

* * *

“Don’t you know what treasure is?”

Don’t you know what kind of item those bones are? How dare you be so shameless…

The King of Ghouls was furious at Lee Han’s attitude.

After kindly revealing the treasure he had hidden, to show such a shameless attitude.

“Those bones are treasure to a dark mage, but they’re not treasure to me.”

Nonsense! You’re clearly a dark mage…

Lee Han summoned lightning element and compressed it, then failed once again and threw it at the King of Ghouls.

Not satisfied with that, he also drew out Dawnstar.

“Look at this. Do I still look like a dark mage to you? Think back to when we fought before.”

…

To get what he wanted, Lee Han could argue endlessly.

And from the King of Ghouls’ perspective, he had no choice but to waver.

Thinking back to how Lee Han had fought before, he wasn’t a typical dark mage.

“If we want to trust each other! Shouldn’t you bring out something proper!”

Lee Han harshly scolded the wavering King of Ghouls. He looked like a professor scolding a student who hadn’t done their assignment properly.

Ogoldos looked at him like he was looking at a madman.

‘What the hell is he doing…!’

He had learned many ‘precautions when dealing with undead beings from other dimensions’ during dark magic lectures, but he had never seen anything like this.

…Wait. I’m thinking, so be quiet.

“You’re not trying to hide the treasure you have now, are you?”

Shut up and stay quiet. Do you think a king would remember every single treasure in the palace?

The King of Ghouls snapped, annoyed by the noisy interruption while he was trying to concentrate.

‘Doesn’t he remember them all?’

Lee Han was surprised.

If Lee Han were a king, he would have memorized the entire treasure list…

I’ve thought of one.

“As expected! I believed in you.”

But before that, swear on your honor.

Originally he would have wanted to bind him with a proper contract, but separated by the magic circle now, all they could trust were each other’s words.

That you won’t find fault anymore and will open the magic circle!

The King of Ghouls had no intention of keeping his own promise, yet didn’t think the other party would break theirs.

This was because he believed only he himself was wicked and vile.

However, a being more vile than the King of Ghouls was right in front of him.

“Of course. I swear it.”

…There’s another hidden storage on the opposite side.

‘Do undead have a habit of creating storage around themselves?’

To install several secret storages clustered together in the space with the throne.

He could really feel how much the king distrusted his subordinates.

“…?”

Lee Han, who had revealed the hidden storage as the King of Ghouls instructed, hesitated.

A massive door unlike anything he had seen before was guarding the storage.

The metal door with unique patterns engraved in relief was emitting strange mana, made of some unknown material.

Ogoldos beside him let out a groan.

“This is going to be difficult.”

Inexperienced people often imagined that exploring dungeons or ruins meant having a skilled technician (suspiciously friendly with thief guilds but definitely not a thief) skillfully pick locked doors and dismantle devices.

But most explorations didn’t go so smoothly.

Usually locked doors or devices were much sturdier than the skill of those trying to unlock them, and most of the time you had to turn back or find another way around.

“Hey. King of Ghouls! What’s the deal with this?”

I clearly told you. You just can’t open it. Originally that door can only be opened with my power imbued in it.

The King of Ghouls said, holding back his cunning from leaking out.

In reality, that storage door was made by some of the finest undead sculptors and blacksmiths in the realm following orders from the King of Ghouls.

A door made by gathering and mixing eight metals, feeding it the blood of thirteen races, then tempering it with flames from six dimensions.

Being a masterpiece completed during the kingdom’s golden age, it wasn’t a door that would open just because a few mages tried hard.

If you let me out, I’ll open that door for you.

“I see. Understood. I’ll try hard to open it.”

Didn’t you swear you wouldn’t find fault anymore and would open it!

“That’s for when I get the treasure in my hands.”

Lee Han ignored him.

He had no intention of keeping his promise even if he got it, so since he hadn’t even obtained it, he had no intention of even pretending to listen.

The King of Ghouls hurled curses from behind, but they didn’t reach Lee Han’s ears.

“Senior. Please step aside for a moment.”

Lee Han made Ogoldos step back, then poured out magic.

Boom boom boom boom bang!

Starting with water orb bullets and ending with arrows layered with enhancement magic.

Even though he poured out maximum firepower, the door didn’t have a single scratch.

“Wouldn’t it be better to give up on this and just wait?”

“Hmm. Can’t be helped… Wait a moment. Senior. Please look over here beside it.”

Lee Han pointed to the massive rock beside the door guarding the storage.

One water orb bullet that had just missed had left a small mark on the massive rock.

“Shall we try breaking through this way?”

“…Are you serious?!”

Ogoldos was dumbfounded.

While going through the door would lead straight out, if they tried to break through the rock beside it and go around, he couldn’t even guess how far they’d have to detour.

“We don’t have anything else to do anyway.”

“…That’s true, but…”

Seeing his junior trying to break through rock since he couldn’t break through the door, Ogoldos thought to himself.

‘He’d really be popular in the punishment room.’

If other students confined in the punishment room saw this, they’d drool and try to recruit such talent.

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“You call that an excuse!”

When Professor Garcia roared, Professor Mortum shrank back completely.

“If there are such ruins in a dangerous place, we should send the students outside first!”

“That… that’s a bit overprotective…”

The saying that it’s scary when someone who usually doesn’t get angry finally loses their temper perfectly applied to Professor Garcia.

Professor Mortum couldn’t meet Professor Garcia’s eyes and cowered.

“Besides, why did you bring a 1st year student into the undead dimension!”

“Well… that… since he even faced the Frost Giant King, I thought it would be fine.”

“…”

Even Professor Garcia, who had been angry, was momentarily speechless at this.

Thinking it was an opportunity, Professor Mortum quickly sent a plea for help to the Skeleton Principal.

“Lord Gonadaltes. Please help me. There’s nothing good about being overly protective of students. They must overcome hardships to become excellent mages…”

Since the Skeleton Principal was usually the type to force crises upon students, Professor Mortum expected him to take his side.

There’s no point in protecting students.

They must be thrown into crisis for their magical skills to improve.

Wasn’t this the usual theory the Skeleton Principal advocated?

However, the Skeleton Principal coldly refused.

Even so, there are limits. Taking a 1st year student into the undead dimension was a bit too much.

“!??!”

Professor Mortum looked at the Skeleton Principal with eyes full of betrayal.

He could understand Professor Garcia getting angry. She originally had a personality that cherished her disciples.

But the Skeleton Principal acting like this was very hypocritical.

“Isn’t this too much!”

What’s too much is you taking a 1st year student in there. Don’t you think? That’s why fewer and fewer students want to learn dark magic.

The Skeleton Principal coldly cut off Professor Mortum.

He was already in a situation where he had received a warning from the Empire’s Emperor. In such circumstances, Professor Mortum, who had caused trouble together instead of stopping it, couldn’t look good to him.

Rather than taking his side and getting scolded by the Emperor together, it was best to blame Professor Mortum.

‘Just you wait!’

Professor Mortum gritted his teeth at his respected master’s betrayal.

He was determined never to give him any useful undead even if he asked for them later.

So… is that all there is to the current situation? You’ve organized things more neatly than I thought.

The Skeleton Principal said while floating around and looking at the surroundings.

Actually, Professor Mortum had made the best choice.

When Lee Han and Ogoldos went missing inside the palace, he immediately evacuated the remaining disciples outside and then entered alone with undead to search.

If he had found them successfully like that, he would have heard “excellent work” from other professors, but unfortunately reality was different.

Because the palace was protected by such powerful magic, the search took an enormous amount of time.

When the school opening date arrived, Professor Mortum swallowed his tears and sent word to the Skeleton Principal, who then relayed it to other professors…

Thanks to that, the Einroguard professors ended up having this gathering in the village near the dimensional gate.

I was planning to get rid of any other adventurer bastards if they were around. To think the knight bastards have such competence. Was it perhaps you?

“No.”

Then I won’t praise you. Call the knights over. I should give them some praise.

“…”

To break through the defenses of the profound ruins inside the dimensional gate, it was best to minimize variables.

If there were adventurer bastards wandering around excitedly because a path to another dimension had opened, he had planned to capture and devour them all to drive them away, but the knights had already done it.

The Skeleton Principal was quite impressed.

The knights accepted the Skeleton Principal’s praise with the most respectful attitude possible.

While professors could joke around with the Skeleton Principal, knights absolutely could not.

If they did such a thing to Duke Gonadaltes, the Empire’s infamous Archmage, they could spend their lives as frogs trapped in cages.

“Thank you, Lord Gonadaltes!”

Yes. Continue doing so in the future.

“Um… but the adventurers keep strongly requesting to be released. What would be best to do?”

Keep them locked up. There’s nothing good about releasing those noisy adventurer bastards.

The Skeleton Principal said indifferently.

From now on, he needed to concentrate on breaking through the dimensional ruins, and he didn’t want to release the troublesome adventurer bastards.

How annoying would it be if they were released and then secretly entered again?

Professor Garcia asked cautiously.

“Won’t they protest?”

Let them try. If they want to die.

The Skeleton Principal ignored it as if he wouldn’t bother with such trivial matters anymore.

Rescuing his disciple was important, but how important could it be for some adventurer bastards to be locked up for a few more weeks?

They’d be well-fed anyway…

Of course, for the imprisoned anti-magic extremists, this was like a bolt from the blue.

-No! Why exactly can’t you release us! Is this how Imperial knights should behave!?

-According to Imperial law, I have the right to be protected! Call an administrator!

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One day.

“How much progress has been made?”

Found about half the rules.

“That’s fortunate.”

Professor Mortum answered with relief.

No matter how old one got, a master was always a reliable presence before his disciple.

Two days.

“How much progress has been made?”

There are some traps in the rules.

“Oh no…”

“That’s really unfortunate.”

…?

With Professor Garcia sitting beside him, the Skeleton Principal was about to say something but stopped.

Three days.

“How much progress has been made?”

I’ve stripped away the defensive magic and reinforced it so the palace won’t collapse… Wait. Why do you all keep increasing in number?

The Skeleton Principal was displeased with the growing number of professors in the village.

The semester had already started, but who was going to conduct the lectures?

“I just stopped by briefly after finishing mine.”

Professor Garcia is fine… but the other professors don’t seem that diligent. Do I really need to evaluate seriously? Professors who abandoned their lectures to come here should return immediately.

At the Skeleton Principal’s petty threat, the professors grumbled and got up from their seats.

However, there was someone who didn’t get up.

The Skeleton Principal looked at Professor Boladi and spoke as if dumbfounded.

…Professor Bagrek. Return quickly before I hang you upside down and chase you out.

“??”

Why are you acting bewildered? The one who should be bewildered is me!

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