Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 782

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Chapter 782

Of course, no matter how surprised Lee Han was, it couldn’t compare to how shocked Asan, who was beside him, felt.

Asan literally fell backward.

“Are you okay?!”

“Your brother? That person is?!”

To actually see a direct descendant of the Wardanaz Family, whom he had only heard about in rumors.

Asan felt both excited and fearful. He couldn’t even imagine what kind of person this would be.

“That’s right.”

“He looks like an ordinary human… even though he’s from the Wardanaz Family!”

“…”

Lee Han looked at his friend with a displeased expression.

‘This bastard. Then what did he think I was?’

“Didn’t the other guys tell you? There were some who met him during the break.”

“Ah, that… that’s right. That person is that person? Lord Arsil, right?”

Only then could Asan recover somewhat from the shock and recall his memories.

Starting with Gainando, several friends had visited the Wardanaz Family Estate during the last break.

“Yes. That’s right.”

“I heard various things, but there were so many absurd stories… saying demons roam around the territory, golems cause disturbances…”

“Hmm. Gainando does tend to exaggerate quite a bit.”

Lee Han subtly changed the subject.

If his friend believed it that way, he didn’t particularly want to correct him.

“Lord Arsil surely commands the spirits…”

“Right. He has the evil domination ability to make spirits do his bidding at will.”

“…No, no. I heard he’s someone who cherishes and loves spirits. And is loved by them too.”

“Well, it’s similar enough. Brother!”

While Asan looked at Lee Han as if he were absurd, Lee Han called out to Arsil.

Arsil, who was writing a book with spirits at the summit, turned his gaze and greeted them warmly. Then he shouted something.

Asan, who couldn’t understand the spirit language, tilted his head.

“What is he saying?”

“He says if we come up to the summit now, our entire bodies might be torn apart by the blade winds summoned by a crazy spirit, so we should wait a moment.”

“…”

* * *

Arsil asked other spirits to clear away the blade winds from the summit and welcomed his brother and friend.

Lee Han felt embarrassed by Arsil’s appearance as he clapped excitedly and chattered.

“No. Why make such a fuss over this… It’s nothing special, Brother.”

“He’s praising you for climbing all the way up here?”

In Asan’s mind, there was a 99% chance that was correct. There was nothing else to praise right now.

“He was worried I couldn’t make friends, but seeing me bring a friend like during the break and now makes him happy.”

“…”

Asan quietly closed his mouth. Lee Han pointed to his friend and explained the situation.

“This is Asan from the Dalcard Family, and today because of the lecture… Yes. Map making. No. What nonsense are you saying? How is this an easy lecture!”

When his conversing friend became indignant, Asan was flustered.

“Why, why are you like this, Wardanaz.”

“He says we got an easy topic! …It was originally something else?”

Arsil consoled his brother and kindly explained.

The previous summoning magic school lecture topic was definitely…

“…”

Lee Han’s face turned slightly pale. As his friend became quiet, Asan felt an eerie chill.

“…Difficulty is originally relative anyway. I understand.”

‘What was it?!’

Asan became afraid of what topic Lee Han had actually heard about.

While they were talking, other students began arriving one by one from below.

“Huh, huh?! Hello!”

Gainando was startled when he discovered Arsil.

“Who is that? Wait. If there’s an outsider here, isn’t that dangerous? Like the mage who kidnapped Wardanaz last time.”

“No! He’s Lee Han’s brother.”

“…Isn’t that still dangerous?”

Several friends whispered among themselves.

Even Lee Han, who was a relatively young direct descendant of the Wardanaz Family, was already like that, so they couldn’t even imagine what his much older brother would be like.

Gainando got angry at his friends’ whispering.

“What a wonderful person he is! He even gave me a gift.”

Indeed, the leather case that advised on mage cards, which Arsil had given as a gift, was a treasure that Gainando cherished greatly.

“Hello!”

“He says hello to you too. And asks if you’ve won many mage card games since then.”

“Luck, luck hasn’t been following me…”

“He asks how luck can be so bad for only one side when luck is equal for everyone.”

“Sometimes, sometimes bad luck can pile up.”

“How about giving up mage cards and studying?”

“But, but mage cards are… did he really say that?”

“No. That last part was just me.”

“…”

Gainando glared at Lee Han.

Seeing this, Arsil laughed and said.

“Brother. Telling him that luck will turn around someday is kind but probably won’t be helpful. Wouldn’t it be better to just quit mage cards?”

“…He can hear everything! Right. Lord Arsil. My undead summon was reverse-summoned, is there any way to appease its anger?”

“Even Brother can’t do that. Gainando. Just summon it again when it recovers. I’ll help intimidate it from the side.”

Lee Han showed a negative reaction to Gainando’s words.

Of course, he understood why he was acting like this since his summon had been reverse-summoned, but Arsil wasn’t an orthodox mage, just someone with a special constitution.

It wasn’t possible to call back a destroyed undead summon and resolve its complaints.

It would be better for Lee Han to help instead. With Lee Han’s abilities, threatening an undead to make a new contract wouldn’t be too difficult.

However, Arsil lightly patted Lee Han’s shoulder and said something.

“…Huh, it’s possible? How…? No, you’re saying a spirit can do that? It’s an undead though? If we borrow the power of a dark spirit you’re close with, negotiation with undead is also…? No, that’s impossible. Of course, it’s the spirit most likely to be friendly with undead, but such negotiations…”

“Lee Han. Didn’t he just say it’s possible?”

“No. Brother has some misunderstanding. Wait.”

“He said it’s possible! He said it’s possible!!”

After Gainando kept whining, he finally got permission.

Arsil called over a familiar dark spirit, checked the contract pattern carved on Gainando’s hand, and sent contact to that dimension.

“…”

Lee Han watched Arsil converse with the spirit with an anxious and restless expression.

‘This is impossible. To think that friendship with spirits can accomplish even something like that.’

Theoretically, dark spirits were different from ordinary spirits, being entities belonging to negative energy, so they were relatively intimate with undead.

But even so, to have that spirit appease an undead’s anger and reconcile them.

If even that was possible, Lee Han’s world might collapse.

“…Lee Han. You’re not hoping it won’t work right now, are you…?”

“What are you talking about, Gainando.”

Lee Han felt a pang of guilt. The Imperial Family’s intuition was especially sharp at times like this.

Pop!

In an instant, Gainando’s contract marking glowed red hot. It meant that the scattered and broken power had returned and reconnected.

More than anyone else, Gainando himself could feel the result most quickly and certainly. Gainando shouted in a voice ready to die from joy.

“Thank you!!!”

“…”

“Lee Han? What are you saying?”

“It went well.”

“No…! You spoke for a really long time!”

“Fine. Fine. He asked the dark spirit to restore the revenant’s broken body, procured materials too, and in exchange restored the broken contract and made it forget its grudge. Damn. How does it even make sense that you can make a spirit do all that?”

Gainando pretended not to hear the last part. The gift he had received from Arsil was too great to join in his friend’s anger.

‘Sorry, Lee Han.’

“Wardanaz. Rather than that, ask about something else.”

Salko, who had been reading the mood, carefully made a request.

Gainando actively talking to Arsil was unusual; the other students were currently keeping their distance while fidgeting nervously.

That’s how terrifying the name of being a direct descendant of the Wardanaz family was.

“What are you curious about?”

“…First, why you’re here…”

“Ah. Right.”

Lee Han nodded at Salko’s words.

Come to think of it, he had been so surprised by meeting Arsil here that he had missed something important.

“What business brings you here, brother? This doesn’t seem like such an important dimension.”

If Professor Milay was giving it as an assignment to 2nd year students, it wasn’t really such a dangerous dimension.

Of course, the 2nd year students might say ‘not dangerous? Then what was that thing we met earlier?’, but as mentioned, difficulty was originally relative.

Even if it was dangerous for 2nd year students, it might not be dangerous for a direct descendant of the Wardanaz family.

Flap!

Arsil opened the book he had written and explained. The book contained a map of the current dimension along with several analyses.

-No frost giant relics. Confirmation complete.

-Needs more confirmation, but possibility slim.

-No frost giant relics. Confirmation complete.

-…

‘??’

Arsil was surprisingly searching for relics in this dimension. And not ordinary relics, but relics that had flowed out from the frost giant dimension.

“Are there frost giant relics here? Ah. You’re not certain yet? You’re going to look around other dimensions too?”

The second son of the Wardanaz family nodded and pointed to a small spirit sitting on his left shoulder.

The butterfly-shaped spirit was so well-behaved and gentle that it wasn’t emitting any aura at all, but Lee Han was startled when he faced that spirit.

‘…It’s strong!’

For a moment, a presence so strong that it made his whole body break out in goosebumps briefly swept past. It was a spirit that was hiding its power almost perfectly.

‘And it’s not running away at all even after seeing me.’

He thought it might be a spirit at least on the level of Perkuntra.

Arsil gently poked the butterfly spirit, then said he would visit other dimensions with this spirit’s help.

“I see…”

“Wardanaz. May I ask your brother one more thing?”

Salko raised his hand with a intimidated face. Arsil gestured for him to speak comfortably, but Salko absolutely wouldn’t relax his tension.

“He’s telling you to ask.”

“Um, it seems like you’re looking for frost giant relics… right? It must be right? From what I remember, frost giants appeared here.”

“That’s right. I encountered them.”

“Then those relics, aren’t they relics the frost giants are looking for?”

Arsil smiled as if he understood and explained. Lee Han relayed it as is.

“The frost giants also obtained the relics by stealing them, so it doesn’t matter if brother steals them too.”

“…”

“…”

The students fell quiet.

Among them, some friends showed slight admiration, thinking ‘That’s logical?’

Arsil closed the book and copied the map inside to make a scroll. Then he gifted it to Lee Han.

“…Brother!”

Lee Han was deeply moved for the first time in a while.

This kind of gift was much more touching than bringing evil dimensional polyhedrons or strange composite demons as presents.

“Thank you. Thanks to this, I’ll be able to spend this semester comfortably, free from the professor’s torment…”

Tap tap-

Arsil unrolled the scroll and pointed to several places on the dimensional map. Those places were marked ‘Needs more confirmation but possibility slim.’

These were locations where Arsil hadn’t personally confirmed whether relics existed or not.

“…Huh, you want me to go check? And if there happens to be something, I can use it well? Ah, no. Why don’t you check, brother? It’s the treasure you were looking for. …You say you can just find other relics? Wouldn’t it be better to just secure this one…”

‘Something seems to be getting twisted.’

‘100% agree.’

Salko and Asan exchanged glances.

As Einroguard students, they could very strongly feel an ominous feeling creeping up.

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