Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 514

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Chapter 514

‘How?!’

Angrago, who was sitting in front of the table, was so startled that he dropped his quill pen.

This bundle of paper artifact shared text between users, but it was impossible to know who was writing.

Angrago looked around his surroundings.

“If we switch to ironwood, the magic will be reduced somewhat, but the power will definitely improve.”

“This armor is too uncomfortable. Isn’t there a way to improve it?”

“Bear with it. You need at least this much to withstand magic attacks.”

“True. Considering that Wardanaz bastard, we might need to make it even thicker.”

The friends in the common room were sitting around arguing about whose sword was better, or trying to create new equipment to increase their combat power.

The fact that not a single person was studying was typical of the White Tiger Tower common room.

‘There might be a spy.’

Angrago left fake information on the paper to test Wardanaz.

-I’m not Angrago though?

-Right. You bastard who’s not Angrago. Tell anyone around you who’s planning to participate in the Saint Iactus Festival that I’ll break their legs. And for reference, I’ll break your legs too.

“…”

Angrago was shocked.

How on earth?

-I don’t know what you’re talking about. Wardanaz. I’m not Angrago, but I feel sorry for the innocent Angrago getting cursed at.

-Alpha. I can obviously tell who you are, so stop talking nonsense.

-You might as well just write ‘Alpha’ and start with that.

The two friends from Black Turtle Tower, Salko and Shailes, scolded Angrago.

-But Wardanaz. Why are you blocking the Saint Iactus Festival? I don’t understand.

“…”

Lee Han was at a loss for words at Salko’s question.

‘This crazy bastard.’

Why would he block it?

-Right. Wardanaz. I’m not Angrago, but I don’t understand blocking the Saint Iactus Festival. That’s like tyranny!

-Regardless of the respect you receive in our tower, if you block festival participation, there will be considerable complaints. Is there at least a reason?

Lee Han was about to curse but held back.

-I’m treating people who got injured participating in the festival.

“…”

“…”

Suddenly all the other friends became quiet.

“Junior. Let’s head out soon.”

“Yes?”

Lee Han put the bundle of papers in his pocket and turned his head.

The upperclassmen were packing potions and various equipment from chests, preparing to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“Hm? The festival site. The festival excitement is gradually rising, isn’t it? It’s more convenient to wait nearby when it gets like this.”

“…”

Lee Han firmly held back something that was about to slip out.

It wasn’t the upperclassmen’s fault.

It was the fault of the other students who were throwing stones at each other like crazy people.

‘But the festival excitement hasn’t risen yet?’

He couldn’t even imagine how things would unfold when the excitement actually rose here.

* * *

“It’s a stone giant!”

“Ram it into the fortress!”

“…”

Lee Han felt dizzy watching the upperclassmen conducting siege warfare on the plains.

In the short time it took to leave the infirmary and come down the stairs of the main building, the upperclassmen had built a fortress on the plains and created a giant to attack that fortress.

Crash!

The giant made of rock moved its massive body and rammed into the fortress.

The fortress, also made of stone, shook as if it would collapse at any moment, but quickly regained its balance.

Powerful magic maintained adhesion, keeping the stones in place.

“Fire! Stone giant, launch stones!”

“The fortress should start firing too!”

A surreal scene unfolded before his eyes where a massive giant and fortress fired stones at each other, destroying everything around them, but the healing magic upperclassmen paid no attention and set up tents and hung school banners.

Whoosh-

A half-shattered rock fragment flew toward the tent.

Since they were fighting so fiercely with each other, they probably didn’t even notice that stones were flying this way.

“I’ll handle it.”

“Right.”

The upperclassmen weren’t even surprised, being used to it. One stepped forward and waved his staff, causing tree vines to surge from the ground and catch the stone.

“Who was it?”

“That one. Blue Dragon Tower. Short-haired hooked nose.”

“Got him.”

The healing magic upperclassmen immediately set out for revenge.

The face of the student who had just accidentally thrown a stone this way turned pale blue, then he collapsed clutching his throat and gasping.

“Why is he suddenly like this?!”

“Ah, you stupid bastard! How could you attack the healing mages! Bring him over!”

The collapsed student’s comrades quickly came running, carrying their friend.

Thud!

“We’re sorry!”

“Just don’t kill him!”

The students who threw their friend, whose face had turned pale blue, onto the ground gave a light apology and ran off to participate in the festival again.

“Let’s leave him for a bit then release the airway blockage.”

“Got it.”

“…”

When the Wardanaz family junior who was watching from the side stood quietly, the healing magic upperclassmen realized their mistake.

Originally, showing force in these festival situations was half essential.

Otherwise, stupid bastards caught up in the festival excitement might even attack the healing mages.

But that was only the healing mages’ circumstances, and to a junior who didn’t know better, it could be a very shocking and terrifying scene.

Why on earth would healing mages, who had gathered for the noble purpose of treating people, launch a preemptive strike?

“Uh, junior. You see, this might look a bit strange…”

“Senior. I have a question.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“The magic you just used, couldn’t you use it on all the other students too? If you knock them all down, then the festival would…”

“…”

“…”

The upperclassmen momentarily felt themselves slightly swayed by their junior’s suggestion.

“N-no. That would be a waste of mana.”

“This is…”

Lee Han felt disappointed.

To think they couldn’t attack the people here because of mana.

He had never felt so regretful that his skills were insufficient to share mana with others.

“H-hey! Help us!”

“Damn it, my hand turned to stone!”

“Get this stone off me!”

As the injured adventurers began flooding in earnestly, there was no time for conversation.

Moreover, there were many more injured with incomparably complex wounds than before.

Rather than simple fractures, there were patients who had stones stuck firmly to their bodies (someone must have cast transformation magic on the pebbles), or those who failed while casting magic and suffered backlash (there was even an upperclassman whose entire waist had turned to stone), showing in various ways what kind of side effects came from “failing at magic.”

Lee Han helped treat them with a disgusted expression.

Even if complex magical treatment was impossible, Lee Han could handle things after the upperclassmen finished emergency treatment.

That alone was a great help to them.

“Why did this bastard try to merge with an earth spirit!”

“Are there usually this many injuries like this?”

“The injuries do get more bizarre as you go up in grade levels.”

Fil shouted while pouring petrification antidote potion.

Paradoxically, the higher one’s magical skills became, the higher the probability of a mage getting seriously injured.

When magical skills were completely low, even failures wouldn’t produce enough power to cause harm, but from the moment they reached a certain level, even the slightest movement could kill oneself.

“To think magic would be learned for use in places like this! Don’t you think so?!”

“That’s right. They’re very bad people.”

At Fil and Lee Han’s conversation, a lying student groaned.

“To win… the festival… there’s no choice…”

“That upperclassman doesn’t seem to be in pain, should we stop giving him anesthetic potion?”

At Lee Han’s words, the healing magic upperclassmen looked at him as if he were precious.

Despite being only a 1st year student, he knew well how to handle patients.

Kururururung!

Lee Han was the first to turn his head at the mana fluctuation felt from the skies.

After that, some of the students present turned their heads, and after a little while, almost everyone turned their heads.

As mana clashed and collided with each other, cracks formed in space, and clusters of light reminiscent of white radiance appeared.

At the ominous foreboding that anyone could see, Lee Han asked.

“Is someone summoning that to throw stones too?”

“Uh… no.”

“That’s… a problem from using too much magic.”

The healing magic upperclassmen spoke with worry-filled voices.

Since magic was fundamentally an act of distorting the natural order, there was nothing good about many different magics being cast chaotically in one space.

Just like now, dimensional rifts were forming due to magical collisions.

“Cease combat! Cease combat!”

“Stop the festival for a moment and intercept whatever comes out first!”

“Stop throwing stones!”

“I was winning! This should be recognized as my victory!”

“Stop talking nonsense and stand by! If we accidentally miss this, everyone’s going to the punishment room!”

The students stopped the mana they had been using on stone giants and fortresses and gathered in small groups to stare at the dimensional rift.

If they accidentally summoned monsters from another dimension while enjoying the festival and let them escape, the aftermath was unimaginable.

Perhaps an unprecedented large-scale punishment room sentence would be issued…

“Is Wardanaz here?!”

When Cohorti from the Black Magic Academy came running, the healing magic upperclassmen were startled.

“What’s the matter, Senior Cohorti?”

“Cohorti. What is it? What’s going on?”

“Oh. I heard our academy’s junior was here…”

Cohorti, who had been looking around, was pleased when he made eye contact with Lee Han.

“You really were here!”

“How did you know?”

“Earlier, one of the juniors said there was a 1st year student at the healing mage tent here, but got cursed out for supposedly having pathological lying. I thought I’d check just in case.”

“…”

Lee Han felt slightly sorry that an unknown upperclassman had been cursed out.

“Wardanaz. Let me ask you a favor. Will you come with me for a moment? I need your help.”

“Wait. What do you mean by that?”

“Cohorti. What do you take a student from another academy for? Even if you’re friends, still.”

Basically, the sense of camaraderie among students from the same academy was quite strong.

Especially for academies like healing magic that were arduous and short-staffed.

As such, there was no way they would readily allow another academy to borrow their junior.

However, Cohorti had something to say too.

“He’s also from the Black Magic Academy.”

“…!”

“Ah!”

When the healing magic students showed surprise, Cohorti frowned.

“Hey. You guys…”

“Oh, no. We knew that.”

“We knew that, senior.”

The healing magic students, feeling sorry as they recalled the usual treatment the Black Magic Academy received, changed their words.

“If our junior is okay with it, we’re okay too. But why do you want to take him?”

“Uh…”

Cohorti hesitated, then muttered quietly.

“I want to borrow some mana…”

“What?”

“I want to borrow some mana…”

Snap!

All the healing magic students present turned serious and drew their staffs, pointing them at Cohorti.

* * *

Cohorti had to beg and persuade so desperately he nearly fell to his knees.

Of course, even that couldn’t stop them from looking at Cohorti with garbage-like gazes.

‘What a piece of trash. He’s not even a senior anymore from now on.’

‘No matter how much mana the junior has, still, calling a junior because you don’t have mana?’

‘To abuse the junior’s goodness. Black magic isn’t evil. That guy’s heart is what’s evil.’

“…Let’s go quickly.”

Cohorti suffered from the piercing gazes pouring from behind him.

If Lee Han hadn’t helped, he might have been buried there.

“Are you in that much of a hurry?”

“Looking at what’s being summoned now, it seems we need to prepare in advance if we want to stop it.”

The reason Cohorti tried to borrow even a 1st year junior’s hand, no, mana, was because the situation was that urgent.

Since something ominous seemed likely to pop out of the dimensional rift, they needed to prepare strongly.

“I have an ancient artifact I borrowed from a friend, and the undead in here is quite powerful. But the problem is I haven’t been charging it with mana regularly, so right now…”

“Should I do it?”

“…Yeah.”

Cohorti couldn’t meet Lee Han’s eyes, seemingly embarrassed. However, Lee Han didn’t mind much and said.

“I’ll go charge it. Don’t worry.”

“Junior…!!”

Cohorti looked at Lee Han with tears welling up.

How on earth did such a junior end up in the Dark Magic Department?

“Oh. Right. Um…”

“?”

“Could you keep today’s events secret from Diret?”

“…”

“If, if he finds out, I feel like I’ll become undead…”

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