Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 577

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Chapter 577

“Wardanaz.”

Students attending enchantment magic class spotted Lee Han and approached him.

The students were carrying large chests in their hands.

“How about this?”

“I told you before, but this should be enough now…”

“No way. Wardanaz. You never know what might be needed!”

Professor Verdus had already told the students how the final exam would be conducted.

Creating the best performing artifact possible on the spot using discarded materials.

That was the theme of this final exam.

The problem was that this sounded like complete nonsense to ordinary students.

-We can barely manage with proper materials, what’s this about discarded materials? Are they insane?

-Isn’t Professor Verdus doing this because he’s too stingy to provide materials?

‘It seems quite possible to make something even with discarded materials.’

Actually, Lee Han’s thoughts differed slightly from his friends’, but he figured he’d get cursed at if he said so, so he joined in cursing Professor Verdus.

-Professor Verdus must have embezzled them!

-Ah, no. Wardanaz. I didn’t think that far.

-Is that so?

Einroguard students believed that when professors gave unreasonable assignments, responding accordingly was justified self-defense.

Naturally, the students fought back fair and square against this final exam too.

By pre-filling the storage for discarded materials with proper materials!

Thanks to their shopping spree outside, such countermeasures became possible.

But even after filling the storage with quite a lot of materials, the students didn’t stop.

Due to anxiety about the exam, they kept trying to add more materials.

“I think we could stop adding more now. That’s bluestone, right? Three boxes should be plenty.”

“But, but what if it all gets ruined while making something?”

“How would you ruin all three boxes…? And there’s spectral ink in the discarded materials too. I checked and it was fine. Don’t worry.”

“Still, it might get damaged in the meantime. We need to add more.”

‘Enchantment magic isn’t an exam to be this nervous about.’

Lee Han thought to himself.

Unlike other lecture exams, the enchantment magic exam was surprisingly safe.

Not because Professor Verdus was kind and loved students, but because he wasn’t particularly interested.

While other passionate lecture professors made exam content more dangerous the more they cared for students, Professor Verdus’s lack of interest made his exams relatively safe.

“Alright. I get it. Just take it to the storage. You guys. You know this is a loss, right? If you can’t use it all during the exam, it’s waste.”

Lee Han spoke out of pity for his friends who were wasting the supplies they’d worked so hard to bring in.

They weren’t just attending school this year and leaving – how much trouble would they have to go through to get those materials next year?

But his friends paid no heed to Lee Han’s words and dragged the chests away.

‘Blue Dragon Tower kids seem way too wasteful.’

Clicking his tongue, Lee Han thought to himself.

Students from other towers wouldn’t be swayed by baseless fears and would act more calculatingly.

Thud-

“…”

“…”

In front of the storage, Lee Han encountered Salko.

Black Turtle Tower students were stacking chests inside and spoke with awkward expressions.

“The, the quantity seemed a bit lacking.”

“You could build a castle with that much.”

Lee Han shook his head and was about to turn around.

“…”

“…”

This time White Tiger Tower students appeared carrying chests.

“There was something we left behind last time…?”

“Hey. Be quiet. Making excuses makes it more embarrassing.”

“Shut up. Just go inside, you wasteful bastards.”

“It’s, it’s not waste.”

* * *

The Skeleton Principal looked out at the snowy courtyard with a heart as soft as down feathers.

The Death Knights watched their master’s appearance with satisfaction.

Usually their master became very sharp and fierce when year-end approached.

Inspectors from the Empire would always nitpick over the most trivial things, making their master uncomfortable.

-Wait a moment. Lord Gonadaltes. These students clearly received 383 Imperial gold coins in support, but 382 Imperial gold coins doesn’t match the calculations. Where did it go? You didn’t use it for other magical experiments, did you?

-Let’s just overlook such trivial matters! Students can make mistakes!

-How is 382 out of 383 coins trivial!

But this year was different.

The heartwarming incidents that occurred outside school had melted the inspector’s cold icy heart.

Thanks to this, the inspector used his authority to declare this inspection passed, the Skeleton Principal was satisfied, and the Death Knights could feel content.

How wonderful would it be if every year could be like this?

-How about releasing wanted criminals with bounties in the city next year and having students catch them?

-Hmm. The students would probably just use that opportunity to escape to the city.

While the Death Knights were conversing, suddenly the door burst open.

Bang!

What’s the matter?

The Skeleton Principal looked reproachfully at the Death Knight who kicked the door open.

Just when he was enjoying peace of soul, what was this?

-Big… big trouble.

!

The Skeleton Principal’s gaze changed.

If the Death Knights who served devotedly under the principal said it was big trouble, it really wasn’t ordinary.

What… could it be those enchantment school bastards caused an accident? That’s why I clearly told them to go make it in the desert. Do they know what kind of building that old school building is to blow it up! It’s quite an expensive building!

-No. The enchantment school students didn’t blow anything up.

Then? Don’t tell me the outing club bastards made a hole in the castle walls? They’ve been pounding on the walls constantly lately…

-All the outing club students have been locked in the punishment room.

Then what’s the big trouble? The fatso locked in the punishment room?

-That…

The Death Knight didn’t dare look at the Skeleton Principal and bowed his head as if afraid.

Then he squeezed his eyes shut and spoke.

-Master Iwunrade has returned.

…

Mage Iwunrade, an Einroguard graduate who had come escorting the inspector this time.

Iwunrade himself wasn’t some evil or dangerous person.

However, the fact that Iwunrade, who should have left nicely with the inspector, had returned like this was very, very ominous.

Why?

-That is… I don’t really know either… He said he must see you and speak with you…

The furniture around the Skeleton Principal began vibrating and then started shaking upside down.

Fearing the expensive furniture would be smashed if left alone, the Death Knights urgently shouted.

-Master. It could be other business!

-That’s right. It might just be a pure courtesy visit…

How very likely.

The Skeleton Principal regained his composure.

Not because his anger had subsided, but because smashing furniture would only result in his own loss.

Tell him to come in. Let’s hear exactly why he’s come back again.

Before long, Iwunrade entered through the door like a criminal.

Iwunrade was even more submissive than the Death Knight from earlier, as if he was about to press his forehead to the ground.

Raise your head, Your Excellency Iwunrade.

“Could… could you perhaps address me more casually, Principal?”

Feeling threatened for his life, Iwunrade desperately tried to bring up memories from their school days.

What! I cannot be rude to someone visiting as an imperial official.

“But… but I learned as a student under you, Principal, so more casually…”

Be quiet. Just get to the point quickly. What is it? Another inspection? Or has a special inspection been decided? Or perhaps the budget or funding has been reduced?

“None of those, Principal.”

At Iwunrade’s words, the Skeleton Principal’s gaze softened slightly.

Then? Did you just come back because you missed your school days?

“That’s not it either… Well… His Imperial Majesty wishes to have a private audience with you, Principal. After the semester ends.”

Why? What did I do?

The Skeleton Principal was furious at the situation of being summoned again at the end of the second semester after already being called at the end of the first.

Thinking that the imperial official might end up buried in the deepest part of the punishment room, the Death Knights hastily made excuses.

-It could be a reward, a reward!

-That’s right!

‘Ugh.’

At the Death Knights’ words, Iwunrade cried inwardly.

It was the same excuse he had made during the first semester, only to be thoroughly cursed at for talking nonsense.

Talking about rewards. Do you know how many times I’ve received rewards while running Einroguard?

“I… I don’t really know.”

Fewer times than you were class valedictorian!

“Then… uh… I was never valedictorian though…”

Right. You know well.

The Skeleton Principal felt a throbbing headache coming on.

What crazy student secretly caused trouble this time?

“Well… Principal.”

Is there more? Stop dragging it out and say it all at once! If you drag it out one more time, I’ll throw you in the punishment room!

Iwunrade held back tears and spoke.

“He said to bring student Lee Han of Wardanaz Family along… really… I didn’t misspeak.”

…

-…

At such an unexpected statement, both the Skeleton Principal and Death Knights fell silent.

Iwunrade glanced out the window.

Jumping out this window might be better than going to the deepest part of some forgotten punishment room.

Hmm.

Instead of getting angry, the Skeleton Principal fell into deep contemplation.

Have a seat.

“Yes, yes sir.”

What do you think His Imperial Majesty is thinking?

The Skeleton Principal gestured to hear the thoughts of the Death Knights and Iwunrade present.

-Perhaps he wants to see Lord Wardanaz once? Even from my perspective, Lord Wardanaz possesses exceptional talent that stands out among Einroguard students.

I see. Then that’s not bad.

At least it seemed much better than news like graduates turning some forest into a demon realm, or current students going out on a commission and illegally destroying some mercenary group.

The Emperor had shown interest in Wardanaz during the first semester too, so wanting to see him directly was quite possible.

-Master, I think it’s somewhat dangerous. Right after His Majesty said that at the end of first semester, Wardanaz went and caught the King of Ghouls again.

That should be taken into consideration!

The Skeleton Principal felt genuinely wronged.

How was he supposed to stop him from arbitrarily joining hands with adventurers and running off to catch the King of Ghouls while he was talking with the Emperor?!

-Besides that, there was also the Sea Serpent incident in the second semester…

-Now that you mention it, that makes sense. His Majesty may have called him after hearing good stories, but when they meet and he hears the details, the blame might fall on Master.

Is there such injustice in this world? Good people always suffer losses.

The Skeleton Principal lamented.

But the Death Knights’ opinions were valid.

Think of reasons why we can’t bring him. Usually during winter break, students return to their families. How about that?

Iwunrade answered cautiously.

“He could meet His Imperial Majesty first before going, so that probably won’t work.”

…I was planning to have him help search for new students after this semester ends, how about that?

“Uh… wouldn’t that be more counterproductive in the current situation?”

The Skeleton Principal glared at Iwunrade. Iwunrade hung his head low.

“Um, Principal. There’s one thing I forgot to mention…”

Even after I told you to say everything earlier? Now I understand why you could never be valedictorian.

“…His Majesty said to tell you ‘don’t make strange excuses, just bring him’… in a postscript… I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Iwunrade ran toward the window. The Skeleton Principal sighed and grabbed Iwunrade.

Fine. What can we do about what’s already happened? It’s not your fault.

-But isn’t it somewhat his fault?

“Please…!”

-No, he should speak properly…

Iwunrade really hated the Death Knights.

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