Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 586

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Chapter 586

No!

“Isn’t it?”

Despite the Skeleton Principal’s serious expression, Professor Paselette did not easily agree.

Just as students who attended Einroguard for a long time became seasoned, professors who taught at Einroguard for a long time also became seasoned.

One of the signs of this was not easily trusting the Principal’s words.

…I’m planning to look for new students while visiting the capital with that Wardanaz boy.

“Aha!”

Professor Paselette immediately understood the Skeleton Principal’s meaning.

With the mana that the Wardanaz family boy possessed, it would be sufficient to replace the mana drawn from Einroguard’s ley lines.

But…

“Is that really okay?”

There shouldn’t be any problem.

‘Isn’t that not the issue here?’

Of course, he understood that the Wardanaz family boy had so much mana that using him like this wouldn’t be a problem, but as the Empire’s greatest magic school, they should also care about how it looked from the outside.

Of course, don’t tell anyone about this.

“Principal…”

Professor Paselette looked at the Skeleton Principal, but it was of no use.

If he were someone who would waver because of a professor’s gaze, he couldn’t have become Einroguard’s principal in the first place.

Why are you staring? Do you have more to say?

“No. Please take good care of the new students.”

That’s what I should be saying to the new students.

The Skeleton Principal grumbled.

He already felt annoyance washing over him.

People commonly thought that all new students would come running on their own since the opportunity to be invited to the Empire’s glorious greatest magic school was rare, but in reality, there were quite a few new students who surprisingly didn’t want to come running.

Starting with students from great noble families of the Empire who wanted to learn from separate masters or magic towers, to students considering other magic schools.

Still, this was fine.

It wasn’t that the students had no interest in magic.

If he persuaded them gently through conversation, most would be convinced, thinking ‘Ah, Einroguard really is the best choice.’

The more troublesome cases were students who had no interest in magic, or more precisely, students in environments that hindered them from wanting to pursue magic.

-What? Sending a slave from our household to Einroguard? Does that even make sense?

-Ha! This guy is currently a member of the 【Three Mice】 guild. Do you know how much money he earns from begging? How could we send him to school?

In cases of students from backgrounds like slaves or criminals, those people didn’t want to let them go easily.

Then the Skeleton Principal’s words would gradually become rougher.

-Still, it’s a glorious thing, and we’ll pay compensation…

-I refuse. Pay ten times the amount.

-You newborn blood clot of a bastard, how dare you babble about negotiations in front of me, His Imperial Majesty’s Mage Commander and Guardian of the Magic Barrier? I’ll annihilate all the bloodlines of your pathetically short family lineage and grind your household into powder so that not even a pebble remains! Now. What will you pay for your family’s worth? Speak up!

After having conversations like this, he would get scolded by the Emperor and criticized by imperial officials…

Anyway, bringing new students was hard work.

Actually, part of the reason I want to take that Wardanaz boy is because of things like this.

“I see. You’re planning to have him assist when fighting criminals.”

Right… No! What are you talking about? Not criminals, I’m talking about when persuading the Empire’s citizens!

The Skeleton Principal, who had almost agreed without thinking, was bewildered.

What he expected from Wardanaz was his characteristic social skills.

Those social skills that allowed him to quickly become friendly not only with noble families but also with various social classes.

This was an ability that even Einroguard’s upperclassmen couldn’t easily imitate.

If he took such a Wardanaz with him, persuasion would become easier, and the Skeleton Principal himself might lose his temper less often – that was the reason, not to have him assist in fights.

If he wanted fighting assistance, he would take Professor Garcia!

“What? Not Professor Bagrek?”

Right. Professor Bagrek. Didn’t I say Professor Bagrek?

“You said Professor Garcia.”

You must have misheard. Professor Kraer. Are you the principal? Or am I the principal? Did the principal make a slip of the tongue, or did the professor mishear?

‘What a truly despicable archmage.’

Professor Paselette cursed the Skeleton Principal who changed his tone and appealed to authority whenever things became unfavorable.

But such arguments were always disadvantageous to those with lower positions. The professor suppressed his anger while thinking of this year’s divination magic school budget.

“Since you’re here, could you check this? It’s this year’s new student final exam.”

A new student final exam shouldn’t be much of a problem.

The Skeleton Principal was well aware of the dangers of divination magic.

When counting the number of upperclassmen whose condition deteriorated, it always ranked high.

But a new student exam wouldn’t be that dangerous. The Skeleton Principal looked at the strange accessories and talismans spread on the table and nodded.

Protective charms, I suppose.

Divination mages who most directly received the price for foreseeing the future.

Mages thoroughly researched methods to avoid that price.

Sharing the burden, having substitutes bear it, making the results of divination ambiguous to reduce the risk itself…

One of those methods was protective accessories like those.

Accessories closely connected to the future served as armor that showed the results of divination while taking the price in their place.

Such accessories had to be even more delicate and precise than other artifacts, because even the slightest error would cause the price of divination to flow directly to the mage.

Looks fine to me. Hmm…

“Then that’s fortunate.”

Ah. Should I tell that Wardanaz boy to make protective charms with this?

The Skeleton Principal, thinking of it, summoned bones from his subspace storage.

Professor Paselette frowned at the material that was clearly ominous and emanated powerful mana.

There was no reason to use such fierce materials for a 1st year final exam.

Don’t look at me like that. There’s a reason for everything.

“Principal. While I respect you, I too can send letters to His Imperial Majesty…”

‘What a despicable professor.’

The Skeleton Principal cursed Professor Paselette inwardly.

He needs to use this level. The intensity of divination magic is considerable.

“Is that… so? Couldn’t he just use weak divination magic…”

At Professor Paselette’s words, the professor’s other personalities who had been quietly listening began to object.

-If, if we do it that way, we’ll have fewer disciples than the dark magic school…

-Geniuses have their own extraordinary paths!!

Getting annoyed by the pestering from both inside and outside, Professor Paselette sighed and said.

“Still, he should choose for himself. He probably doesn’t want to make it more difficult just for himself.”

I asked him, and he said he wanted to make it more difficult. Satisfied?

“Is that so?”

-What did I tell you…

Professor Paselette briefly suppressed his other personality, then nodded.

If he agreed to it himself…

“I understand.”

Kehehehe.

“Did you just laugh?”

Professor Kraer. Your hearing seems to be getting worse lately.

* * *

Coming out of his private room, Lee Han realized that sleep was more important than he had thought.

“Maybe… I became strange because I wasn’t getting enough sleep.”

“…”

Priest Tiziling looked at Lee Han with a gaze of shock, as if seeing the most reckless person in the world.

You call that a horse?

“I just needed to get perfect scores, so I don’t know why you were so stubborn. Haha.”

“…”

Priest Tiziling said nothing and poured tea into the teacup in front of Lee Han.

“But the transformation magic exam is… mmph. Mmmph.”

Priest Tiziling said nothing and shoved chocolate into Lee Han’s mouth. Lee Han chewed and drank his tea.

“How is the transformation magic exam going… mmmph.”

Priest Tiziling said nothing and…

“Ah. Lord Wardanaz. You’re awake. Let’s go together!”

Priest Siana, who had been planning with other students in the area next to the lounge on how to tackle the 3rd floor Jade Forest lecture hall, was delighted to see Lee Han get up.

He was always reliable backup for this kind of work.

“Mmph mmmph.”

“I’m glad you’re coming with us… Ah. Why is Tiziling…?”

“It’s nothing.”

Priest Tiziling, who was about to glare, let out a light sigh and said.

“Do… do you all really need to tackle the lecture hall before the exam like this?”

Priest Tiziling wondered if they really needed to so actively resolve the lecture hall’s anomalies right before the exam.

Couldn’t they wait a bit longer and see how the situation developed?

Especially if it was someone who was taking exams from all the other schools, couldn’t they leave it to other people??

“What if it’s just a coincidence, or the professor made a mistake?”

“Come on. It’s probably the professor’s trap.”

“That’s right. It must be the professor’s trap.”

“I also think it’s the professor’s trap…”

“!?”

Tiziling was flustered by the reaction shown by the Phoenix Tower students, not students from other towers.

She had expected priests to respect professors and respond with ‘Well, the professor might have made a mistake’?

As if influenced by someone, the priests very actively suspected the professor.

“No. How strange.”

Lee Han also seemed to notice this and was surprised. Tiziling stared at Lee Han with wide eyes.

“Did you notice?”

“Yeah. This must be… the professors’ misdeeds have gone too far.”

“…”

“Even these pure priests suspect the professors. How much must they have been deceived to be like this.”

“…”

“Right? Priest Tiziling?”

“…Yes…”

Tiziling gave up and let out a sigh.

Actually, the priests changing like this wasn’t entirely bad.

Originally, this vast freshman lounge would have been filled with quiet silence, but ever since Lee Han arrived, it had been bustling with everyone talking to each other (some fighting over faith).

“Now. Let’s go defeat the professor’s conspiracy!”

“Waaaah!”

“In the name of Lord Flameng!”

“In the name of Lord Agltakwa!”

* * *

The Warehouse Keeper with his eyes covered by bandages couldn’t see ahead, but he was an object of terror to Einroguard students.

The sound of footsteps heard when secretly raiding the kitchen and warehouse in the middle of the night.

Once caught by those footsteps, escape was nearly impossible.

That terrifying Warehouse Keeper was now standing in front of the Jade Forest lecture hall with a very displeased expression.

The Bijanamu Spirit, who served as the Forest Keeper for the Skeleton Principal’s forest, apologized very apologetically.

-I… made a mistake…

From the Forest Keeper’s perspective, managing the Skeleton Principal’s forests located within Einroguard’s main building, the area in front of the Jade Forest lecture hall turning into a jungle was an unfortunate accident.

It was a mistake of dropping seeds while bringing in several plant species that the Skeleton Principal had ordered from outside.

Seeds dropped in other areas were recovered before problems arose, but several areas eventually became jungles…

And this place was one of them.

The Warehouse Keeper, whose patrol route was ruined, showed a very displeased expression and signaled to solve it quickly.

The Forest Keeper apologized and apologized until he could barely send the Warehouse Keeper away.

-What’s wrong… with a jungle…

After the Warehouse Keeper left, the Bijanamu Spirit grumbled inaudibly.

Of course, one might get a little lost, but wasn’t it much more beautiful than the ordinary main building corridors?

As the Bijanamu Spirit was pondering how to clear this jungle, the sound of new footsteps reached his ears.

They were first-year students.

‘Must send them back…’

The Forest Keeper, who was about to set up trees in front to send the new students back, belatedly recognized Lee Han’s face.

He was definitely the master’s disciple that other warehouse keepers and spire keepers often talked about.

-Did you come… to help…?

The students were startled by the sudden appearance of the Bijanamu Spirit.

Lee Han helped up the priests who had tried to hide behind him and fallen over, then carefully asked.

“May I ask your name…?”

-I am… the Forest Keeper… But… did you come to help…?

Lee Han quickly turned his mind.

What was the most appropriate answer when caught trespassing illegally?

“Yes!”

-As expected…! I’ve heard about you often…!

“…?”

Lee Han felt slightly ominous when the other person seemed to know him.

Why did he feel like he had made a mistake?

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