Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 783

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Chapter 783

Lee Han desperately tried to escape.

He wanted to receive the map and comfortably get through this semester’s summoning magic lectures, not increase the difficulty in his spare time.

‘If it’s an artifact that brother was looking for, it can’t possibly be a normal item.’

Arsil was a collector of the Wardanaz family.

If he were a collector from another family, he would collect peaceful and beautiful artworks while laughing heartily, but a collector from the Wardanaz family collected bizarre objects from other dimensions and enjoyed listening to their eerie sounds.

‘Even the gifts I received in the past were like that.’

The gifts Arsil used to give were absolutely terrible.

When I first received them, I wondered ‘Could this be some dark struggle within the Wardanaz family to keep the newly born sibling in check?’

But surprisingly, Arsil had no malicious intent whatsoever. He simply couldn’t guess what a sibling with such a large age gap would like.

Still, giving evil dimensional scalene polyhedrons or bizarre composite demons seemed like malice would have been better…

Fortunately, things had improved a lot recently.

This was thanks to Arsil, who had been continuously giving gifts to his sibling, realizing ‘Ah, evil dimensional scalene polyhedrons or bizarre composite demons might be a bit excessive as gifts for a sibling who hasn’t even lived a hundred years.’

But this wasn’t a gift Arsil had prepared, but an artifact he had been searching for.

He might get a glimpse of Arsil’s pure madness that he had forgotten about for a while.

“I’m really fine.”

Arsil firmly shook his head, then pointed to the scroll and said something.

Salko asked cautiously.

“What is he saying?”

“He says if we won’t look for the artifact, he’ll take the scroll. He says he can’t let us be deprived of a learning opportunity.”

“Wardanaz. Tell him we’re already learning enough! Getting maps from others is also a mage’s ability!”

“Brother isn’t from Einroguard, so such words won’t work on him…”

If he were a mage from Einroguard, he would say ‘Stealing and taking maps is also a form of learning, I acknowledge it,’ but Arsil wasn’t from Einroguard.

Outsiders didn’t understand Einroguard’s aesthetics.

As expected, Arsil spoke once more.

We believe that you, Lee Han, can become a more outstanding mage than Lord Gonadaltes.

“I think your faith is excessive…”

When he couldn’t even keep up with family brothers who had age differences measured in hundreds of years, how could he follow the Skeleton Principal who had age differences measured in thousands of years?

Lee Han pointed out reality, but Arsil ignored it and pointed to several places on the map again, telling him to definitely check them out.

“…Yes. I’ll try my best.”

Since Arsil had said this much, there was nothing Lee Han could do. The butterfly spirit beside him flapped its wings as if telling him to work hard.

‘Annoying little thing.’

Lee Han cursed the butterfly spirit inwardly.

Usually, the high-ranking spirit that stops you is more annoying than the brother who hits you.

Arsil smiled and encouraged Lee Han, then called his friends together. Then he began taking out gifts one by one from his old backpack.

“Gainando. You received one last time, so he’ll give you one next time.”

“That, that’s impossible…! Is it because I lost at the mage cards?!”

“I don’t think that’s it.”

While Lee Han lined up his friends and interpreted his brother’s words, Arsil was conversing with the spirits, pondering what gifts would suit them.

Then, as if there was a disagreement, he had a deep conversation with the butterfly spirit before calling Lee Han.

“Yes. Brother. Uh… that seems a bit dangerous. Won’t the dormitory be destroyed?”

Arsil let out a light sigh of relief, saying he was glad he asked his sibling. The butterfly spirit glared at Lee Han for interfering with its choice.

-That spirit is arrogant!

“I think so too. But it’s much older than you, so just think it to yourself.”

Lee Han soothed the baby basilisk and called his friends.

His friends, who approached hesitantly with fear and awe, carefully received the gifts Arsil had taken out.

“Th… thank you!”

“He says it’s an amulet that reduces enemy approach and warns of danger first when traveling through dimensions. But you need to let it absorb enough moonlight every full moon.”

“What about this…?”

“That’s a weight reduction insignia. If you attach it to your backpack, the weight decreases. But if you trust it too much and pack too much, the insignia might break…”

The students who received gifts one by one were surprised by how normal and useful the gifts were compared to their expectations.

They had worried because he was from the Wardanaz family, but he was much kinder and gentler than expected.

“Wardanaz. Sorry. I thought he was a scary person.”

“He is intimidating though. He commands spirits at will.”

“True. But someone so loved by spirits can’t be a bad person.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“?!”

While Lee Han grumbled, Adenart, who was standing at the end of the line, received her gift.

Seeing Arsil give her a bowl that increases the amount of liquid inside once a day, Lee Han nodded.

“You chose well. Imperial family members have big appetites, so such artifacts suit them well.”

?

Arsil and the butterfly spirit tilted their heads in confusion.

He had given it because she was an excellent alchemist, so it was an alchemy-related item…?

* * *

Professor Milay, who had been checking the time with a pocket watch in one hand, stood up and waved her staff.

Then the dimensional magic circles in the lecture hall all activated at once and began calling the students back.

Pop!

Just like deep-sea fishermen who tie ropes around their waists before going in, mages entering other dimensions also used such safety devices.

Professor Milay raised her eyebrows slightly, curious about the students’ reactions.

What expressions would they return with?

Having taught students at Einroguard for quite a long time, Professor Milay could roughly predict the students’ reactions.

First, there were students who showed half-dazed reactions.

This was a sight often seen in grades that couldn’t cooperate with each other and were poorly prepared.

‘It’s not necessarily all bad.’

Summoning mages who had a harsh experience once would become much more cautious afterward. If it was to give such a lesson, it wasn’t bad.

Also, there were students who returned having performed quite well from the start.

This was a sight often seen in grades where luck followed them or preparations fell into place well.

But even so, when she explained the remaining areas of the map and told them they had to work on it throughout the semester, they would often become greatly discouraged.

It couldn’t be helped.

Magic wasn’t something that ended with momentary flashes of inspiration and wit, but was completed through steady investigation and practice.

‘It seems like it’ll be the latter.’

Professor Milay evaluated this year’s students highly.

Not only did they cooperate well with each other, but they were also well-prepared, so there was a high possibility they would endure quite well even if dropped into an unfamiliar dimension.

“…?!”

However, the students’ expressions looked troubled and complicated.

At that sight, Professor Milay’s upright posture wavered slightly.

“Everyone worked hard. How was the exploration?”

“It was difficult, but we had quite good results.”

“We all gathered together and made a camp.”

“…!”

Professor Milay was surprised again by the students’ report.

This was an achievement high enough to be counted on one hand. To progress this far on the first day.

“…Well done. You all did better than I expected? But why the expressions?”

“We discovered frost giants who came looking for artifacts.”

“Sigh… How do we deal with those guys…”

Seeing the students sighing and discussing how to steal the frost giants’ artifacts, Professor Milay’s eyes trembled.

She hadn’t known this year’s students would be so enterprising and bold!

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As a short cat beastkin student walked over with confident strides, Gainando, who had been lying on the lawn of the 7th floor student village looking through his mage card deck, tilted his head in confusion.

‘Who is that? A senior?’

“Good day, junior.”

The cat beastkin senior greeted him with even better etiquette than Gainando, who was from the Imperial Family. Seeing him speak politely while removing his hat, Gainando hurriedly tried to return the greeting.

“Uh… well… may the spirit of sleep welcome you!”

“That sounds more like an evening greeting…? More importantly, do you know where Lee Han of the Wardanaz Family is?”

“!”

An alarm bell rang in Gainando’s head as he desperately tried to recall proper etiquette.

A senior looking for Lee Han.

He was certain this couldn’t be anything good.

“Lee An of the Uardanaz Family? I’ve never heard of him.”

“Lee Han of the Wardanaz Family, junior.”

“I’ve never heard of the Wardanaz Family or Lee Han either.”

“You’ve never heard of the Wardanaz Family?”

“Yes.”

“Junior… you haven’t been cursed with memory loss, have you?”

The cat beastkin senior waved the wide-brimmed fedora he was holding and cast a worried look.

If someone from the Empire who had even enrolled in Einroguard couldn’t remember the name of the Wardanaz Family itself, there was a high possibility something was wrong with his head.

Gainando also realized his mistake belatedly.

‘Oh no. I should have said I knew the family.’

“…I get cursed with memory loss often… because I’m from the dark magic school…”

“Ah. So that’s what it was. I envy your talent, junior.”

“I’m from the dark magic school though?”

“I don’t have a school.”

“What?”

While Gainando was puzzling over what he had just heard, a White Tiger Tower 2nd year student passed by.

Catten called out to his junior.

“J-Jahan senior!!!”

“Junior, do you happen to know where Lee Han of the Wardanaz Family is?”

“That Gainando over there is friends with that guy!”

“…”

As Catten stared at him, Gainando said tearfully.

“…The memory loss curse just lifted.”

“That’s good. Tell me.”

Gainando slumped his shoulders and led Catten to where Lee Han was.

Lee Han, who had been smoking food with seniors from the cooking club in his spare time, fortunately didn’t scream or run away when he saw Catten. Gainando breathed a sigh of relief.

“Ah. Senior. Please come over here. Would you like a choriban?”

This dish, completed by putting juicy meat between soft bread, was food sold at city stalls or street vendors outside, but inside Einroguard it was food that only royalty and nobles could eat.

“I’m fine, junior.”

“Wardanaz. Jahan senior can survive on just dew!”

“It’s not quite that much… it’s to give hardship and stimulation to the body. Junior. Hmm. I think it would be good if you tried it once too?”

‘Is this a new kind of bullying?’

Lee Han was flustered by Catten’s suggestion to fast and eat only dew when he had gone through the trouble of smuggling food.

The White Tiger Tower student nearby glared at Lee Han as if he was dying of envy.

“Wardanaz. Grr…! Just wait and see. I’ll definitely get recognized by Jahan senior within this year too!”

“Aren’t you misunderstanding something?”

The White Tiger Tower students thought Lee Han had been chosen by Catten because of swordsmanship, but actually Lee Han had been chosen for his magic teaching ability.

“You’re saying within this year is impossible? Then next year… no, even if not me, Moradina Choi will definitely get recognized within this year! For sure!”

Lee Han, who had been trying to clear up his friend’s misunderstanding, paused.

“Does Moradina Durgyu also want to learn under Catten senior?”

“That’s right.”

“Oh… well, Catten senior’s teachings are truly amazing and refreshing. It’s a shame that only I can receive these teachings.”

“That much is…”

Catten senior, who was nearby, coughed awkwardly as if embarrassed by his junior’s praise.

“I wish Moradina Durgyu could learn too if possible. Would that be alright, senior?”

“Hmm. Junior. As you know, I have a lot to learn myself, so I can’t spend much time teaching. Teaching swordsmen of different levels…”

“Those two are at a similar level to me! You can just teach them the same way you teach me!”

“Is that so? If that’s the case…”

“He says it’s possible! Why don’t you quickly go call Moradi and Durgyu? If you’re late, senior might change his mind!”

“R-right!”

The White Tiger Tower student who had been listening to the conversation nodded, then turned around and ran off in a hurry. Then he suddenly stopped.

Lee Han, who had been smiling contentedly, thought ‘Oh no.’

‘Did he figure it out?’

“Wardanaz.”

“…What is it?”

“Thank you. For asking on behalf of my friends.”

“…Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Haha.”

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