Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 513

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Chapter 513

Lee Han looked at the Skeleton Principal, not understanding what he meant by throwing stones at each other.

Of course, the Skeleton Principal also looked back as if he didn’t understand Lee Han’s confusion either.

Which part of my explanation just now was difficult? You’re not even stupid.

“Uh, why do they throw stones at each other?”

Then why do they play chess, why do they play card games, and why do they play polo? Because it’s fun, obviously.

The Skeleton Principal looked at Lee Han pathetically and made clicking sounds.

Think about it. Don’t you have even one person you’d like to throw stones at?

Lee Han unconsciously looked at the Skeleton Principal at that question. The Skeleton Principal said coldly.

Why are you looking at me?

“I was just looking at you to answer the question, Principal.”

Anyway, throwing stones to vent the accumulated resentment from daily life isn’t particularly strange. Of course, you can’t say it’s dignified or intelligent… but even more stupid things happen in the Empire.

The Saint Iactus Festival proceeded roughly as follows.

Participants would gather, divide into teams, then throw stones at each other until the side left standing won.

‘What a crazy festival.’

Lee Han regretted scolding Gainando when he suggested having a detective festival.

Compared to this, a detective festival was an excellent festival.

“Wait. Principal. Even if we can’t help what people outside do, this is a hall of learning and the ivory tower of the Empire’s greatest intellects – surely such a festival doesn’t take place here?”

“It’s the most popular.”

It’s the most popular.

“…”

Lee Han felt strong contempt for the upperclassmen.

‘They say Einroguard’s curriculum is harsh, but there are clearly many gaps. Doing such useless things.’

“Principal. The upperclassmen seem to still have spare time, so how about increasing their curriculum like mine?”

I’m being serious, but do you know that you’re sometimes creepy?

Even in front of evil dragons or Imperial inspectors, he didn’t particularly feel chills, but this disciple’s madness sometimes made the Skeleton Principal shudder.

“Junior. I understand the joke…”

‘It’s not a joke though.’

“Only geniuses like you can endure such a process – normally they’d die.”

“Even if they die, it’s wor…”

“More importantly, there are students who’ll come injured from the festival.”

You can’t quit. Cheer up! You can do it!

The Skeleton Principal hypocritically encouraged the healing magic students.

This week’s festival could be called the nightmare of healing magic students.

Students injured from throwing stones at each other would come flooding in…

“Cheer up, seniors. You can do it!”

Lee Han also cheered tactfully.

Then Fil and Chil smiled weakly and thanked him.

“Thanks.”

“Still, it’s fortunate to have such a reliable junior joining us.”

“…?”

Lee Han felt a strange sense of unease from his senior’s words.

Joining us?

“I’m participating too?”

“Huh? Of course.”

“Will I be able to do it?”

“You’re already good at 【Low-Grade Fracture Healing】. That’s enough. You’ll need to learn a few more things, but once you learn those, you’ll be able to learn other spells too.”

Unlike other first-year students learning healing magic, Lee Han, who could already heal minor cuts and fractures, could be deployed as immediate full combat power.

The healing magic school, already suffering from manpower shortages, wouldn’t leave Lee Han alone.

While intuiting his tragic fate, Lee Han attempted slight resistance.

“But there’s Einroguard’s magic on the seniors so I can’t see them, right?”

Here, put on these glasses.

The Skeleton Principal lovingly placed emerald glasses on Lee Han’s face.

It was an artifact that allowed him to see through the powerful recognition-inhibiting magic cast on the seniors.

“…Thank you.”

Lee Han seriously considered participating in the Saint Iactus Festival to throw some stones and leave.

* * *

The Infirmary Demon, the Talking Book, fluttered and shouted to the healing magic school students.

“Make more anesthetic potions! We’ll need at least two more crates!”

The students diligently stacked up powerful anesthetic potions called 【Lagrinde’s Anesthetic Potion】.

Originally, such secret potion recipes weren’t easily shared, but Professor Alcasis had no particular reservations about teaching such things to his disciples.

Thanks to this, the students had to suffer more to make more difficult potions.

“Stack the regeneration potions over here! Hurry up! We need time to watch the Saint Iactus Festival too!”

The Talking Book glanced at the infirmary window.

Already, some students below were sporadically throwing stones at each other.

-Die, you blue worm bastards!

-The white wildcat bastards’ livers have swollen since they didn’t get hit. Attack!

For the Talking Book, who was of demon origin, such festivals could only be enjoyable.

Of course, the cleanup afterward was a bit annoying, but considering the fun, it was bearable.

The Blue Dragon Tower students summoned magic shields in the air to block, then sent the stones flying back with magic.

As if to prove that their years of study at Einroguard weren’t in vain, the stones that had been lying on the ground instantly floated into the air and flew like buckshot.

The White Tiger Tower students reacted a bit differently. Instead of creating barriers in the air for defense, they chose to strengthen their bodies and dodge directly.

As they instantly moved away from the range and avoided the attacks, the Talking Book fluttered its pages in delight.

“Yes, yes! Press the attack!”

Originally the festival was about throwing stones, but when excellent mages participated, ‘throwing stones’ came to have more diverse concepts.

When White Tiger Tower students kicked rocks and sent them flying at the enemy formation like catapult shots, one of the Blue Dragon Tower students quickly chanted a spell.

Then the flying rock turned to sand and scattered in the wind, disappearing.

“That spell already! The mana consumption must be severe… what will they do when real combat starts?”

As if answering that question, Black Turtle Tower students appeared from behind the White Tiger Tower students.

The Turtle Tower students, who had brought magical ballistas, began firing stones at the White Tiger Tower students’ backs.

-Were you bought off by the worm bastards?! You trash!

-Did you think we’d just let it slide after you raided our storage last time?

-You raided the worm bastards too!

-They paid compensation. Die!

“Excellent, excellent!”

“Um…”

“I told you to make potions?”

When called from behind, the Talking Book turned around annoyed.

However, it wasn’t the healing magic school students behind him.

“You? Did you come to talk about Gonadaltes again?”

The Talking Book recognized Lee Han and was pleased.

Wasn’t this the student who came to the infirmary last time and had a pleasant conversation badmouthing the Skeleton Principal together?

Seeing him come here fine, he must have come to badmouth the Skeleton Principal again.

“That wouldn’t be bad either… but today I came to work.”

“To work?”

The Talking Book was puzzled.

It was a bit awkward for a demon to say this, but healing magic was more dangerous when an inexperienced mage did it carelessly.

In other words, if they brought first-year students due to lack of manpower, it could make things even more troublesome.

“No matter how desperate you are…”

When the Talking Book looked at Fil and Chil, the two hurriedly shouted.

“That’s not it!”

“He can really pull his weight!”

“I doubt it?”

The Talking Book asked with a rather stubborn attitude.

“Really, being generous, can you heal puncture wounds?”

Stab and cut wounds were among the most common injuries at festivals like this.

“Yes.”

“Really? What about fracture healing?”

Broken or sprained bones were also among the most common injuries at festivals like this.

It was more difficult than puncture wounds, but this much…

“I can do that too.”

“Really??”

The Talking Book was truly surprised.

At this level, he might really be a valuable asset.

“What about 【Lesser Vitality Bestowal】 or 【Pain Anesthesia】 magic?”

Fil and Chil hesitated.

They weren’t confident whether their junior knew how to do those.

“I don’t know how.”

When Lee Han answered instead, the two felt disappointed.

“Oh no…!”

“If only we had a little more time…!”

‘Huh? Am I getting kicked out?’

Lee Han was puzzled by the strangely flowing atmosphere.

If he was going to be told he wasn’t qualified and sent away, he should act as disappointed as possible…

“Well, if you already know how to heal puncture wounds and fractures, you’ll quickly learn vitality bestowal and pain anesthesia magic. I’ll teach you.”

“…”

Lee Han hid his dejected expression and followed behind the Talking Book.

And he succeeded at 【Lesser Vitality Bestowal】 and 【Pain Anesthesia】 on the first try.

* * *

“Ugh, those bastards cowardly cast illusions on stones to hit us…!”

“I told you we shouldn’t hold this kind of festival!”

“B-but we can’t just not do it.”

Fil, Chil, and the healing magic students helping them scolded the students who came to the infirmary while treating them.

When they were close friends, slightly sharper criticism was exchanged.

“Ahhh! Anesthesia! Where’s the anesthesia?!”

“We’re out of potions, so bear with it.”

“What about that one over there?!”

“That’s a different potion.”

“You’re doing this on purpose… Ahhh!”

‘Oh.’

Lee Han’s eyes lit up as he helped from the side.

He had thought the healing magic school was a school that only suffered losses, but it had unexpected advantages.

If there was someone who wouldn’t listen…

“Junior. The bone!”

“Yes.”

Lee Han waved his staff and chanted the incantation.

Thanks to the other upperclassmen finishing all the surrounding work, he just needed to use mana to set the bone.

When the bone was set and the pain disappeared, the injured upperclassman who had been lying still stared intently at Lee Han.

“…”

“?”

And suddenly began having a fit.

“No!! No!!!”

“??”

“I can’t go to the punishment room now! The magic wore off! Hey! Fil! What are you doing! Help me!”

“…We got permission from the Principal.”

“…”

The upperclassman who had been having a fit suddenly stopped and lay back down with an awkward expression.

“R… Really?”

“Yes.”

“Stop talking to him. You’ll go to the punishment room.”

Fil warned his friend.

No matter how much permission they had received, it wouldn’t be good if the upperclassman kept talking.

“It’ll be fine.”

“Really?”

Actually, Lee Han didn’t know whether it would be fine or not, but since he was treating the upperclassmen anyway, he planned to pick up whatever he could.

Of course, the situation wasn’t favorable.

“Damn! These crazy dark mage bastards…! Using undead for ambushes??”

“…”

“Those transformation magic users should all be locked up in the punishment room! These cowardly bastards disguised themselves as our tower and snuck in…!”

“…”

The injured cursed other towers and other schools in various ways.

And every time they saw Lee Han, they were startled and had fits.

“No! Magic! Cast magic on me!”

“If you end up going to the punishment room, Chil, you’re going too!”

“…”

Lee Han silently anesthetized pain, treated wounds, and bestowed vitality. When he had spare time, he made potions together with the upperclassmen.

The healing magic upperclassmen who had been moving alongside him looked at Lee Han with bloodshot eyes.

“Junior.”

“You’re… too good for us.”

“That’s not true, Senior.”

Instead, Lee Han cursed the Skeleton Principal inwardly.

‘What’s this?’

He had been feeling a flow of mana from inside his clothes.

He looked at the basilisk, but the basilisk was sleeping soundly while tied to his body.

The culprit soon revealed itself. It was the paper bundle artifact they had divided from the Tower of Trials.

When he unfolded the paper, someone had already written quite a bit.

-Anyone participating in this Saint Evictor’s Festival?

-Wardanaz, you’re participating too, right?

-Hey Wardanaz, you’re not ignoring this, are you? What did I do wrong?

-Ah right, you were always busy

-But Wardanaz, you’d participate, right? Think you’ll participate? Want to bet something?

-You’re not scared, are you?

The handwriting was all the same, so it seemed like one person had written it. Lee Han picked up a quill pen nearby and wrote a reply.

-Angrago. If there’s anyone around participating in the Saint Evictor’s Festival, tell them I’ll break their legs.

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