Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 515

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Chapter 515

“Yes. I understand.”

At Lee Han’s response, Cohorti looked at his junior as if he could die from how adorable he was.

Where else could you find such a considerate junior? There wouldn’t be such a junior in other schools or other academies.

“It’s not that I’m afraid of Diret… well, I am scared, but this is a bit… Sorry. I’ll repay you somehow.”

“Haha. Not at all. Isn’t this what I should naturally do as a junior?”

Lee Han answered without missing a beat.

While Cohorti was moved and sending sparkling glances, a student passed by them.

‘Who is that?’

There was only one reason to head toward the healing mages’ tent that Lee Han and Cohorti had just come from.

An injured person from the Crazy Festival.

But the student who just walked by looked perfectly fine. Moreover, his face was familiar.

‘Where have I seen him? I haven’t met that many upperclassmen.’

Lee Han soon realized the identity of the student who had passed by.

“Wasn’t the person who just passed by an upperclassman from the Enchantment Magic Academy?”

It was Anfargon, the enchantment magic senior who had prepared the midterm exam in place of Professor Verdus last time.

“Huh? That’s right. Why do you ask?”

“He looked fine on the outside, so I wondered why he was going to the healing mages’ tent.”

“Probably his internal organs are injured. His stomach or liver, or maybe his spleen turned to stone?”

“…”

Lee Han slowly backed away at the sight of his senior saying such horrible things without changing his expression.

Unaware of this, Cohorti chattered enthusiastically to win his junior’s favor.

“…That’s how I was able to steal the bones. Interesting, right?”

“Ah. Yes.”

“Right? I knew it would be interesting. Actually, bones are used not only in bone elemental magic but also in curses. Curse magic is one of the least researched areas in dark magic, but that makes it all the more fascinating… Speaking of internal organs earlier, do you know about parasites that eat hearts?”

“…”

* * *

True to Anfargon’s reputation as the most sociable among the Enchantment Magic Academy, the healing mages quickly recognized him when he arrived at the tent.

“Oh, you’re… um… enchantment magic… who was it?”

“Eh, you’re… um… enchantment magic… what’s your name?”

Anfargon spoke calmly without being surprised.

“Anfargon.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. I came to school to learn my magic, and you came to learn yours, not to memorize each other’s names. Aren’t we mages who focus on our own magic instead of wasting time on useless things?”

At Anfargon’s words, the healing mages sent looks of respect…

…instead, they sent lukewarm glances.

‘Who is this bastard putting on the same level as whom?’

‘Do we look the same as those guys from your academy?’

The healing magic academy students who participated in every menial task at school and the enchantment magic academy students who would be making artifacts in their workshops even if the school was destroyed were absolutely not the same.

“So, so… why did you come?”

“Did you perhaps injure your internal organs? You look fine though.”

“Isn’t there a junior from the Wardanaz family here? I heard there’s definitely a 1st year student.”

“…”

“…”

The healing magic students were dumbfounded.

If it had spread even to the enchantment magic academy guys who were notorious for being unsociable, then what on earth?

“Why are you looking for him?”

“I’d like to borrow his help if it’s alright.”

“You’re not here to borrow mana, are you?”

“What? Are you insulting me right now?”

Anfargon frowned and asked back.

Being unsociable was one thing, but Anfargon wasn’t stupid enough to just sit still when being insulted.

The healing magic students awkwardly apologized.

“Sorry.”

“We apologize. There was someone who came to borrow mana.”

‘What a ridiculous excuse.’

Anfargon inwardly despised them but didn’t point it out. It was a waste of time.

“I came because I wanted help making a composite artifact. But he doesn’t seem to be here.”

“Hmm. He just went out after being called by another upperclassman.”

“Really? I’m one step too late. Which academy?”

“Black Magic Academy.”

“Black magic…? Ah. Right. He was also taking dark magic. Why did they ask for help?”

Anfargon highly valued Lee Han’s artifact-related crafting abilities.

Even when making the same artifact, his ability to greatly enhance its performance and even omit several structures was something any artifact craftsman would covet.

In the case of composite artifacts that combine multiple artifacts to amplify their power, he would demonstrate even more powerful abilities.

This was possible due to the combination of natural intellect, sensitivity to mana, and even the amount of mana.

Anfargon was so impressed that he didn’t even tell others in his academy.

“…”

“…”

“?”

When the healing magic students looked at each other and remained silent, Anfargon was puzzled.

“It must be a secret that can’t be told. I understand.”

“Ah, no… um.”

“Th, that’s right. It’s a secret.”

* * *

When they actually arrived at the location where the artifact was, Cohorti suddenly felt regret.

His momentarily lost mind had returned.

‘No matter how urgent it is, is it really right to activate an artifact by borrowing a junior’s mana?’

“Senior. Is this it?”

“Huh? Yeah.”

“Should I inject mana here?”

“That’s right, but wai—”

Wooooooong!

The artifact that wouldn’t budge no matter how much mana was poured into it and various potions were used to assist began emitting light and sound.

Seeing this, Cohorti’s mind slipped away again and his instincts as a mage took over his brain.

“Yes! Just like that!! You’re doing great!”

“The artifact has an unusual shape.”

“Huh? Old artifacts are originally like this.”

The artifact was a wardrobe that reminded one of a closet for storing clothes.

It was such an everyday object that it seemed strange to call it an artifact related to dark magic.

“Using objects from daily life reduces the risk of theft or robbery, and causes fewer problems if something happens. The appearance doesn’t matter.”

“I see.”

Wooooooong-

Lee Han spoke while continuously filling it with mana without rest.

Compared to other magic, charging artifacts was so easy and simple it made him yawn.

He just needed to pour mana into it.

In fact, before Cohorti had even finished speaking, the ceremonial chair began glowing and stirring. It seemed like the closed door would open at any moment.

“Isn’t it done already?”

“Even so, it can’t be this fast… but it’s finished?!”

Cohorti was shocked.

He had hoped against hope, but he never thought it would actually be completed!

“Thank you so much, junior. I’ll definitely repay this favor! Oh, watch me summon!”

Cohorti chanted an incantation while opening the ceremonial chair’s cover.

As the stirring door opened, the light disappeared and a brief silence fell.

Then from within, accompanied by a chilling whistle sound, a ghost army began pouring out.

“It worked! It worked!! Do you see?!”

“Senior.”

“Want to try controlling them? Wait! I’ll teach you the commands…”

“Ah, that’s not it. I came out while treating patients, so I need to go back. Is it okay for me to leave now?”

“…Can’t you stay just a little longer? It’s not fully deployed yet, but if it deploys a bit more, surely…”

Cohorti felt pathetic but couldn’t bring himself to let Lee Han go, so he kept pleading.

* * *

“What? Are those dark magic guys crazy? How did they summon something of that level?”

“Do they have money rotting away? Damn. If I’d known they had that kind of money, I would have raided them.”

Einroguard’s students gathered in the area naturally noticed the disturbance.

The summoning of a dark magic artifact accompanied by intense mana waves.

They couldn’t figure out where that mana had been procured.

They wouldn’t have stupidly filled it with a mage’s mana, so they must have mobilized all sorts of expensive reagents…

But how did they obtain those?

With numerous summoned creatures behind him, Cohorti sat majestically. The students felt a thrill at the sight.

‘It’s not easy to feel thrilled by dark magic…’

‘Aren’t those guys overdoing it?’

‘Impressive. That’ll leave a strong impression.’

One might say that performing well at such festivals only left meaningless pride.

But that wasn’t true.

First, meaningless pride was quite important (especially for tower students)…

For students of various schools, it was an opportunity to promote their school and show other school students the superiority of their school’s magic.

That ghost army would have left a strong impression of the dark magic school.

‘Well, even if it left a strong impression, they won’t learn dark magic.’

‘They’ll probably just find it interesting.’

The students weren’t particularly concerned.

Even when dark magic performed well, there was no need to be wary of it.

Kuooooooo-

“?!”

“What’s that?”

However, schools other than dark magic were a different story.

When Anfargon, a third-year enchantment magic student, brought out a complex artifact reminiscent of a ballista, everyone was shocked.

How did he complete such a complex artifact in such a short time?

“What? Did everyone except me prepare to show off their magic at the festival? In the time it takes to throw stones…”

“How many did he combine? It looks like dozens?”

“Didn’t he make it beforehand and bring it out?”

“No. That’s impossible. Something of that level would need to be assembled on the spot… but how?”

Cohorti was also very surprised by the enchantment magic school’s result.

‘What? How did he make that?’

He had borrowed power that was almost like cheating, but hadn’t that opponent made it alone?

It seemed there was a genius in the enchantment magic school that even Cohorti didn’t know about.

‘…Hmph. It doesn’t matter. Our school has a genius no less than that guy.’

Cohorti decided not to envy other schools.

…Of course, that junior belonged to all schools, but that much was…

* * *

“It seems to be starting now.”

Lee Han, who had returned, sat in the tent with the healing magic students and watched the dimensional rift.

The atmosphere was ominous, but since the stone-throwing had stopped, there was actually less work to do.

‘Hmm. It would be nice if something got summoned whenever there are events like this in the future.’

Lee Han had very terrible thoughts while watching the dimensional rift.

Of course, the seniors would suffer, but that wasn’t Lee Han’s concern.

Just like when the frost giant appeared and when the spirit flood broke out, the seniors had done nothing to help.

-The heat of war awakens me.

“?”

Lee Han looked around at the sudden voice.

The healing magic seniors were biting into pastries made of honey and glutinous rice fried in oil while chattering about which side would be summoned.

‘What? Is it the principal?’

-The heat of war awakens me!

“!”

Lee Han finally realized the identity of the voice.

Surprisingly, the voice was flowing from within the Ten Thousand Demons Bracelet.

-The heat of war awakens me!! Give me a weapon. So that I may cut the throats of enemies and obtain blood!

Lee Han unconsciously looked at the seniors who had gathered to throw stones.

Could there have been a desire deep in Lee Han’s subconscious to cut down those seniors?

‘Surely not.’

-Give me a weapon… wait…

The voice seemed to have belatedly come to its senses.

The Ten Thousand Demons Bracelet was a place where demons defeated by the King of Ghouls were sealed.

It was natural for demons who had been sealed in such a place for a long time to experience confusion in their self-awareness and memories.

The demon who had come to its senses bombarded Lee Han with questions.

Where was this place, what kind of guy was this mage, how had he obtained the bracelet, and what war was about to break out.

“…It’s not a war, it’s a festival.”

-War is another name for festival!

“No, it’s just a festival…”

-Fresh blood and pain, screams call to me! Fear me. I am Anfursas!

Suddenly the bracelet blazed and carved a new pattern on Lee Han’s wrist.

It was a pattern that served as a passage for the demon Anfursas to move between inside and outside the bracelet.

Lee Han, who belatedly realized the identity of the pattern, was shocked and closed it.

If such patterns were left open, demons could jump out of the bracelet without permission.

But it was already too late.

Anfursas, who had escaped through the passage, occupied a corner of Lee Han’s body and held on, then began shouting loudly.

-I will not return inside until you give me a chance for battle!

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