Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 533

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Chapter 533

Even after classes ended and everyone was resting in anticipation of the upcoming weekend, Lee Han couldn’t rest.

There was simply too much to do.

He already had to write Professor Boladi’s assignments “On Wardanaz’s Water Orb Projectile and Its Basic Principles” and “On the Limitations of Water Orb Magic and Its Developmental Directions,” and now he had received an external assignment from Professor Alpen as well.

Normally he would have postponed it thinking ‘I’ll do the rest over the weekend,’ but this time he couldn’t do that.

If he wanted to go out to the Skeleton Principal’s villa with his friends as a group, even using the entire weekend wouldn’t be enough.

“Lord Wardanaz. Would you like to go fishing at the lake to honor Lord Agltakwa?”

“Sorry, Priest Sharucal. I have a book to write.”

The shark beastman priest left disappointedly, carrying his fishing rod.

“Lord Wardanaz. Would you like to go mushroom picking to honor Lord Pleming? I found a colony of honey bread mushrooms. We should hurry before others find them. …Of course, if others do find them, that would also be Lord Pleming’s will!”

“Sorry, Priest Siana. I have a report to write.”

Priest Siana left disappointedly, carrying her basket.

“Lord Wardanaz.”

“Sorry, Priest Tijiling. I have a professor to deal with… Ah. No. What am I saying. I have a problem to deal with.”

Lee Han quickly came to his senses and covered the surrounding doodles with paper. There was nothing good about showing Tijiling doodles like “101 Ways to Bury a Professor Alive.”

“Just now, clearly…”

“You must have seen wrong. Anyway, I’m too busy right now to go out.”

“I wasn’t planning to suggest going out…?”

Priest Tijiling tilted her head and offered snacks. It was sweetly baked corn bread and hot cocoa in a tin cup.

“Did the other priests perhaps suggest going out? Surely they wouldn’t have…”

“They did.”

“…There must have been a reason. If there was a reason, then it’s understandable.”

The demon hybrid priest elegantly changed the direction of the conversation. Lee Han was slightly impressed.

“Thank you so much. Oh, but isn’t this the corn bread I baked this morning?”

“Ah. Yes. There was a lot, so I baked it again.”

“Wait. This cocoa, don’t tell me it’s from the bags I gave everyone to drink when they were tired last time?”

“I didn’t think I particularly needed to drink something sweet, so I brewed it…?”

‘Gainando would be shocked if he heard this.’

To say a person doesn’t particularly need to drink something sweet.

It was a claim completely opposite to Gainando’s philosophy.

“If the priest eats first, then I’ll eat some too. No, I have my own food supplies to begin with. There are few people who have as many supplies as I do.”

Lee Han scolded Priest Tijiling in exasperation.

While it was good for a person to be frugal, carelessly skipping meals was not right behavior.

Priest Tijiling seemed to find it difficult to argue with Lee Han’s words, pursing her lips, when something caught her eye and she asked.

“Are you planning to eat that tart box you have out?”

“Hm? No. I’m going to sell that for money. I have plenty of other food, so why would I fill my stomach with something that expensive.”

“Then are you planning to eat that roll cake you have out?”

“That’s what I promised to give Gainando if he finishes all his assignments this week, so I’m going to take it to Gainando.”

“…Then isn’t that bread the only thing you can eat from what’s here?”

Priest Tijiling pointed to the hardened Einroguard basic rations and asked.

Lee Han was slightly flustered.

“No. I eat it with cheese and meat and lettuce as a sandwich.”

“Is that so? …Wait. I don’t see any.”

“…I usually eat it together. Today I’m just a bit busy…”

“…”

Priest Tijiling looked at him with eyes that said ‘And yet you lecture me.’

Lee Han gave up and opened his mouth.

“Let’s eat something together. Could you call the other priests? Since I’m preparing anyway, I should prepare for everyone.”

“Lord Wardanaz, you’re sometimes like our temple bishop.”

“Ah. Is the bishop perhaps wealthy?”

“No? He lives in poverty.”

Lee Han was disappointed.

‘Wait. Then what’s similar?’

* * *

Lee Han had a simple meal together with the priests who were in the dormitory common room.

“The sandwich seems too cold.”

“Isn’t this fine?”

“Hmm. Wait a moment. Today’s remaining ingredients…”

Lee Han threw rice, chicken, onions, garlic, and other ingredients into a pot with the priests from the dormitory common room, stir-fried them in oil, and made pilaf.

Priest Tijiling stared intently, perhaps remembering the cold, hardened bread Lee Han was going to eat earlier, but Lee Han pretended not to notice and ignored it.

‘When a person is busy, they can sometimes skip meals.’

Knock knock knock-

“!”

At the sound of someone knocking on the door, Lee Han immediately grabbed his staff and prepared for battle.

If Professor Boladi had seen this, he would have been moved to tears.

“…You just knocked on the door.”

“Right. And all attacks start like this. Who is it? Answer and immediately step back 5 meters.”

-I have come to deliver a gift from my master.

“10 meters back!”

When the Death Knight’s voice was heard, Lee Han’s voice became even sharper and fiercer.

The priests also sensed something was amiss and immediately put down their bowls and picked up their staffs.

“Priest Nigisor. That’s a spoon, not a staff.”

“Oops. Sorry. It was so delicious…”

Priest Nigisor sheepishly picked up his staff again.

Meanwhile, the door slowly opened. The Death Knight, who had stepped back as Lee Han instructed, spoke calmly.

-I understand your concerns, students, but truly there are no traps today.

“Sure there aren’t.”

Not only Lee Han but the priests also chuckled.

The Death Knight was slightly hurt by that reaction.

The Wardanaz family boy being twisted in personality was understandable since he was the master’s successor, but weren’t the priests being too much!

-If you find it hard to believe, please check for yourselves.

“I was planning to do that anyway.”

Lee Han sent Sharkan and sent Gonadaltes to scout the surroundings.

Not stopping there, he created water orbs and shot them near the Death Knight, and even launched various attack spells.

The Death Knight couldn’t make facial expressions, but showed melancholy emotions through his eyes as he brushed off ice fragments that had splattered on his bones.

-Are you finished checking?

“I haven’t finished checking everything yet, but I understand for now. So, what brings you here?”

-Didn’t I tell you… I came to deliver a gift.

The Death Knight shook the large wooden crate he was carrying.

-It’s a gift from my master.

“Ah.”

The moment Lee Han saw that crate, a lightning-like realization struck him.

‘That wicked bastard.’

The trap Professor Garcia had mentioned had already arrived.

One of the many traps the Skeleton Principal used to torment students before final exams.

It was a snack box with an undead warrior hidden inside.

“Thank you.”

-Then may I give it to you?

“Yes. Of course.”

When Lee Han agreed, the Death Knight slowly approached.

As the Death Knight stopped right in front of him, Lee Han quickly sprang into action.

He drew Dawn Star and sliced the wooden crate in half.

Slash!

-…?!!!

“Ha! Did you think I would fall for it!”

The contents spilled out from between the crate that had been split perfectly in half.

What had been waiting on the Principal’s orders wasn’t an evil undead warrior… but clothes.

“???”

-???

Looking at the coat cut in half, Lee Han realized why the Skeleton Principal had sent such a gift.

This weekend, the Skeleton Principal had to go out with the Empire’s bard, Ifadur, and Lee Han.

Taking out a famous person from the Empire, he naturally couldn’t dress him carelessly.

The cloaks and coats that students wore around Einroguard were practically no different from rags…

“…To think you’d try to make me wear such clothes. Tell him I absolutely cannot accept this!”

-I, I understand.

The Death Knight returned with strange admiration.

As expected of someone’s disciple, he absolutely wouldn’t yield even before such a terrifying master.

* * *

What a sharp little brat. He has an amazing eye for expensive clothes too.

Saturday morning.

Having completed his transformation into human form, the Skeleton Principal grumbled inside the carriage.

Lee Han thought quietly to himself.

‘Lord Ifadur. Please come quickly.’

Until the bard arrived, it seemed the Skeleton Principal would continue complaining.

“Originally, since I’m from a great noble family, I can’t wear clothes that don’t match my dignity.”

You wore them fine at Einroguard, didn’t you?

“That was because I had no choice in that situation.”

During vacation you didn’t particularly dress up either…

“I couldn’t dress luxuriously by myself when staying with friends.”

That sounds like a lie. You just wanted to find fault, didn’t you?

The Skeleton Principal continued grumbling endlessly, still bitter about buying clothes more expensive than originally planned.

Since he was going out with Ifadur, he couldn’t scold his disciple even when he whined for expensive clothes.

He suspected this disciple had deliberately exploited that to extort expensive clothes he didn’t even have an interest in.

“Sorry for being late.”

Ifadur walked over from the distance. The Skeleton Principal personally opened the door and spoke using his vocal cords for the first time in a while.

“Not at all, Sir. We arrived early, so don’t worry about it. Now, where shall we go?”

“If it’s alright with you, I’d be grateful if you could take me to Philone Village… I’d like to meet all the people skilled in singing in this area.”

The old turtle beastman answered in a slow but determined voice.

The Skeleton Principal gestured as if to say not to worry. Then the carriage door closed and it quickly rushed forward.

The inside of the Principal’s carriage was spacious enough for dozens more new students from the tower to enter. Ifadur couldn’t help but marvel at the sight.

“May I look around a bit?”

“By all means. Feel free to look around. Show him around.”

While the Death Knight guided Ifadur, Lee Han and the Skeleton Principal sat silently in their seats, looking outside the carriage.

“How much progress have you made with music magic?”

Lee Han spoke up, partly to break the silence.

Originally, it was the role of someone in Lee Han’s position to create a lively atmosphere in such situations.

The Skeleton Principal pretended not to hear and looked outside the carriage.

“Principal? Music magic…”

“Hey! Look outside. Butterflies in this season! How beautiful is this cycle of life!”

“…Don’t you want to talk about music magic?”

At Lee Han’s words, the Skeleton Principal let out an irritated sigh.

“Yes. I don’t want to. This is why primitive magic is… can something that changes every time you measure it be called magic? When everything from one to ten changes depending on trivial moods?”

“But divine magic is also magic.”

There were already magics that included unstable elements like emotions.

Divine magic immediately fell into that category.

Its effects were quite inconsistent depending on the priests’ faith or condition.

The Skeleton Principal spoke in strong agreement with Lee Han’s words.

“Exactly. That’s why divine magic isn’t magic. I’m pleased that you know something!”

“…It’s not that divine magic isn’t magic…”

Lee Han was dumbfounded by the Skeleton Principal who understood him completely wrong despite his clear explanation.

“I can clearly see the future. Probably some of those good singers will be able to use something like magic. But if you record that and tell students to try copying it, it’ll be worthless again. Primitive magic has meaning for mages who can use it, but as an academic subject it’s practically a failure. No wonder the transmission gets cut off…”

While the Skeleton Principal grumbled on and on, Lee Han organized the things he needed to do in his head and turned his gaze outside.

“?”

In the distance, friends rapidly moving away were frantically waving their hands.

‘Are they seeing me off?’

Lee Han, who had been wondering why they were seeing him off so desperately, realized belatedly.

“…Ah.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

Come to think of it, they had planned to raid the Skeleton Principal’s villa together this weekend.

‘…I’ll have to go next week…’

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