Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 448

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Chapter 448

‘This is trouble.’

Deep wrinkles formed on Lee Han’s brow.

The exam questions were more difficult than he had expected.

Actually, the content about 【Boltzmann’s Call】 was fine.

Few students knew as much about this festival as Lee Han did.

Having run around preparing the most, he had a perfect grasp of how everything had unfolded.

The problem was the points he needed to improve on himself.

What magic did you feel was lacking during this festival?

‘Honestly, is there even room for improvement here?’

He had truly done his best with the paper birds, controlled golems, and even showed unnecessary dark magic.

Lee Han seriously couldn’t think of how to improve his magic from here.

To improve further from here would require almost 4th or 5th year level skills, wouldn’t it?

But if he wrote honestly…

‘Hmm. No matter how I think about it, that doesn’t seem right.’

Although Professor Milay had told them to write sincerely, Lee Han wasn’t naive enough to believe everything a professor said.

No professor would look favorably on a student who wrote ‘I was so amazing that there are no more points to improve’ in their report.

‘I have to squeeze something out somehow!’

Lee Han desperately fell into thought.

Even if learning it at his current level was unrealistic, he had to find a goal that could somehow be packaged plausibly.

‘Strange. Why is Wardanaz acting like that?’

Salko, sitting behind him, was puzzled by Lee Han’s appearance.

If it were a student who had prepared for the festival carelessly, that would be one thing, but Lee Han was the student who had taken on the most work among all students.

To think that such a Lee Han would struggle so much with just one report like this.

‘Am I missing something?’

Salko carefully looked over his own report.

On the surface it seemed fine, but looking again, there seemed to be some parts that he had written too easily.

‘This won’t do. Let me rewrite it.’

Scratch scratch-

When Lee Han didn’t finish writing, the students sitting around him glanced around nervously and started rewriting.

At this sight, Professor Milay raised her eyebrows.

‘The festival report shouldn’t be that difficult, should it?’

What’s going on?

* * *

After the exam ended and the students left the lecture hall, Professor Milay immediately began checking.

Normally she would have done this after finishing other tasks, but today was a bit different.

The students had been particularly struggling, rewriting and writing anew.

Since even the honor students who showed talent in summoning magic had shown such behavior, even the strict Professor Milay couldn’t help but be curious.

“Hmm…”

Professor Milay slightly adjusted her monocle and focused her gaze on the reports.

During this Boltzmann’s Call festival, I learned that even within the same summoning magic, there exist countless branches and corresponding possibilities. The magic of senior mages who are walking the path of summoning magic ahead of me became signposts showing how I should fill in my lacking points…

‘Good.’

A smile played around Professor Milay’s lips.

It seemed they hadn’t just enjoyed the festival but had given it deep thought.

…Seeing Wardanaz’s magic, I realized that golems could be utilized in such ways. I also intend to try utilizing golems in that manner…

‘…No…’

Professor Milay muttered without realizing it.

Of course challenging oneself was good, but there were also challenges that anyone could see had no answer.

And research attempting to utilize golems for menial tasks seemed closer to the latter.

Professor Milay hoped this disciple would either realize on their own and back down, or gain their own enlightenment.

…Seeing Wardanaz’s magic, I realized. The double major in enchantment magic and dark magic made summoning magic even more powerful. I’m thinking of taking some enchantment magic and dark magic related lectures in my 2nd year…

‘This isn’t right either…’

Professor Milay felt a slight headache.

Of course, majoring in multiple schools might look glamorous on the surface, but it was a dangerous path that could cause a mage’s soul to collapse if handled wrongly.

The professor hoped this disciple would moderate appropriately.

Thud-

Except for some unexpected content, the overall level of the reports was quite high.

This was much more excellent than Professor Milay had expected.

‘It must be because the outstanding students learned from each other through mutual exchange.’

Professor Milay closed her eyes and felt pleased with the students’ achievements.

Although comparing different years wasn’t good behavior for a professor, it was hard to deny that this year’s first years were achieving some of the highest results among the first years Professor Milay had taught.

Students like Lee Han Wardanaz were certainly part of that reason.

Of course, the other students had done unnecessary work after getting scared seeing Lee Han worry, but Professor Milay couldn’t notice such circumstances.

Professor Milay opened Lee Han’s report. At the flawless content, Professor Milay’s eyes sparkled again with satisfaction.

Any mage versed in academics would know how pleasant it was to see such a report.

Not only recording the events that occurred during the festival with accurate times and locations, but also neatly organizing the festival’s introduction, the magic used and results, and considerations…

Thus, I realized that I am still lacking in many areas…

‘?’

Therefore, first and foremost, I intend to increase the number of undead I can summon and control. Of course, I can’t neglect quality while focusing on quantity, so I plan to maintain the strength of each individual. On the other hand, I will further improve the paper birds to increase their currently lacking durability… (omitted) by fusing transformation magic… (omitted) and also directly develop golems…

‘????’

Professor Milay’s composed face crumbled. Professor Milay blinked and reread it several times. But that didn’t change the content.

The professor’s face became serious.

‘Shouldn’t I… stop this?’

Professor Milay, who usually didn’t interfere with students’ choices and respected that they would learn something even from failure, found this report quite serious.

No matter how she thought about it, this wasn’t a goal for a current first year to pursue.

Professor Milay pondered whether she should call him separately for counseling, then finally made her decision.

‘No.’

If it were another student, she really would have called them for counseling, but Wardanaz was an exception.

She was convinced that if it was Wardanaz, he must have made such plans because he was confident he could do it.

Professor Milay had no intention of becoming a tactless master who would unnecessarily interfere with a disciple of genius talent.

‘I should just tell the other professors.’

Although Professor Milay was strict and rarely expressed emotions, that didn’t mean she didn’t love her disciples.

If the other professors knew about Wardanaz’s goals, they would surely all help him secretly.

* * *

“Phew.”

Lee Han let out a sigh of relief.

Professor Milay, whom he had encountered in the corridor, had briefly told him it was a perfect score.

‘It was worth setting my goals higher.’

At first, while writing the report, he had wondered ‘Is it okay to set the goals this high?’ but once he started writing, it seemed doable.

After all, just because Lee Han wrote the report didn’t mean he had to actually accomplish everything in it.

Professor Milay wasn’t the Skeleton Principal, so she wouldn’t go back in time and deduct points for not keeping promises.

“Are you Wardanaz?”

“…?!”

Lee Han was startled.

It wasn’t because the other person was walking on water. Professor Milay had walked on water the same way earlier.

What surprised Lee Han was that the other person was his senior.

‘What? Looks like a third year? Is it okay for a third year to show themselves in front of a first year? Is this the Skeleton Principal’s trap?’

“Tall height. Sculptured handsome face. Enormous mana capacity…”

Along with his words, the senior took out a small monocle and peered through Lee Han.

Crash!

The monocle immediately shattered. The senior nodded without surprise.

“Seems right. Aren’t you Wardanaz?”

“That’s correct. What business do you have with me?”

“I’m Anfargon. I’ve been assigned to handle this enchantment magic exam in place of Professor Verdus. Please take care of me.”

“…Ah!”

Lee Han displayed the remarkable feat of understanding the situation from just those few words.

So right now…

‘In the end, the Skeleton Principal imprisoned Professor Verdus!’

Considering what Professor Verdus had done in the past, there was no way the Skeleton Principal would look upon it favorably.

No matter what the professor might argue, there was a very high possibility he had been thrown into the punishment room as a sign of reflection.

Even if the Principal showed consideration for the midterm exam period, Professor Verdus wouldn’t care in the slightest, so likewise the Skeleton Principal wouldn’t care either.

Thanks to that, now Professor Verdus’s disciple had to prepare the exam in his place.

“…?”

Having finished his analysis, Lee Han tilted his head.

“But why did you come to me?”

“Because I need to prepare with you.”

“…Excuse me?”

Lee Han doubted his ears.

There were many unreasonable things at Einroguard.

Like raising a basilisk and making you face it directly, or taking exams together with second years…

But being told to prepare an exam was something even more unreasonable.

“Why would I do that…? Who decided this?”

“The Principal and Professor Verdus.”

“Then what will I take my exam on?”

“You already have a perfect score.”

Anfargon took out a letter and handed it to Lee Han.

Get me out of here!!!!!

-Verdus

“…???”

“Look at the back, not the front.”

Lee Han flipped the letter over.

Due to Professor Verdus’s circumstances, you, Anfargon, will prepare the first year exam. If you prepare half-heartedly because you find it bothersome, I’ll cancel the experiment I approved last time. To prevent the nonsense of preparing carelessly and then insisting you did your best, I’m assigning you one first year student to prepare with. He’s someone who would get a perfect score without even taking the exam, so don’t worry about that. Of course, you won’t care as much as Professor Verdus would.

-Osyu Gonadaltes

“…No, no. This is too much.”

“Too much?”

Anfargon didn’t get angry or argue with his junior.

He just asked back as if he wanted to quickly understand the current situation.

“Yes. No matter how hard I try, I don’t yet have the ability to create an exam that can properly assess my friends’ skills.”

“I’m the one making the exam.”

Anfargon looked at Lee Han as if asking what he was talking about.

“You’re just in a supporting role.”

“…Ah!”

Lee Han let out an exclamation.

Come to think of it, no matter what, Einroguard wasn’t so messed up as to ask a first year to create exam problems.

‘If I just help and get a perfect score, it’s a very profitable deal.’

Lee Han’s expression quickly brightened. The talented first year junior looked at Anfargon and said.

“I’ll do my best to help you.”

“Thanks.”

However, Anfargon was already thinking that Lee Han was a somewhat strange junior.

* * *

Once he came to his senses, Lee Han realized this situation was a better opportunity than he had thought.

There weren’t many chances to talk with seniors at Einroguard.

“Senior. May I ask you a few things?”

“Sure.”

“Are you learning under Professor Verdus?”

“Yeah.”

“Does the professor teach well?”

“No.”

Anfargon answered immediately without any hesitation.

Lee Han was slightly impressed.

‘As expected, like professor, like disciple.’

If Professor Verdus’s disciple had said ‘he teaches well,’ Lee Han would have been more surprised.

“Then how are you learning enchantment magic, senior?”

“Through books, practice, and experiments. The professor is pretty useless. Magic is something you learn on your own anyway.”

By saying the professor was useless, Anfargon earned Lee Han’s favor.

Though he himself didn’t realize it.

“It must be troublesome for you to suddenly be assigned exam preparation.”

“It’s not troublesome. I just want to finish quickly and prepare for my own experiments.”

“But where exactly is Professor Verdus imprisoned?”

“How would I know? I’m not interested.”

“…”

Lee Han smiled.

If nothing else, the atmosphere among Professor Verdus’s disciples seemed really nice.

‘This atmosphere of mutual disinterest. It’s the best.’

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