Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 818

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Chapter 818

It might have been his imagination, but he felt like Diret was saying with his eyes, ‘You’re a 5th year getting treated by a junior? Just tell him to go die on his own.’

Yukveltire also seemed to be saying something with her eyes, but he wasn’t particularly interested so it didn’t come through clearly.

“Your arm is too severely… shattered.”

“That’s because the magic Junior showed was so powerful.”

Catten smiled contentedly even though one arm was twisted and mangled like the candy Gainando liked.

Lee Han was about to hit him but held back. If he struck, the other two seniors might think it was a signal and attack Catten.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It does hurt. But I’m used to pain. From training in the punishment room.”

‘Did he perhaps go to a different punishment room than me?’

At Catten’s words, Lee Han wondered inwardly.

Perhaps if you failed multiple times or became strong enough, you’d enter a higher difficulty punishment room.

Otherwise, there was no explaining how he could endure training that let him withstand having his arm shattered like this.

“May I ask about that magic?”

“Please be quiet. I need to concentrate.”

Lee Han pondered how he could heal this tattered arm with the healing magic and alchemy he had learned.

Unaware of his junior’s inner thoughts, Catten chattered excitedly about the magic he had shown earlier.

“Junior. Did you perhaps cast that magic with incantation abbreviation?”

“…I cast it without incantation. Hey, Jahan. Shut your mouth. The junior is concentrating.”

Unable to watch any longer, Diret made Catten shut up.

Of course, someone who would really shut up when told to couldn’t have made it to 5th year at Einroguard. Catten asked Diret as if pleased.

“Then Diret, it seems you could tell me.”

“…It’s 5th circle telekinesis magic. Satisfied? It’s magic specialized for incantationless instant casting.”

“Ooh…!”

Hearing about magic at the stage of completion through comprehensive understanding of a field rather than simple repetitive learning, incorporating the mage’s own goals and personality, Catten’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Don’t move!”

Lee Han got annoyed when Catten excitedly tried to take notes.

Unable to watch any longer, Diret sighed and advised.

“It might be better to just call a healing school mage. This has gone beyond compound fracture level.”

“I feel bad about calling healing school seniors for something like this…”

“That would be their school’s job though.”

Lee Han nodded at Yukveltire’s words.

Then he continued speaking as if he hadn’t heard.

“It must be hard work, so I feel sorry for them.”

“I said that would be their school’s job.”

“Yes, yes. That’s why I tried to solve it myself, but it’s indeed not easy.”

“…How about trying this?”

Yukveltire took out the stone mirror artifact she had used in the earlier battle.

Lee Han exclaimed in surprise.

“You want me to burn off the broken arm?”

“That would be a bit much.”

Catten shook his head awkwardly. Even so, losing an arm was a bit much.

“Yukveltire’s stone mirror wasn’t originally made for combat. Of course it can be used for combat, but it’s originally for exploration.”

Diret stepped in to explain for his friend.

He felt a faint sense of crisis that if left alone, his friend might grab the back of her neck and collapse someday.

“It can be used not only for the structure inside objects or artifacts but also on the human body. Commands are possible too. Help fix the arm.”

When Diret gave the command, the mirror-shaped artifact began drawing light while precisely reflecting the shattered arm.

“…Attach!”

Following those instructions one by one, Lee Han was amazed.

At first he was skeptical, but this stone mirror really seemed to know how to heal Catten’s arm.

The arm that was so shattered he couldn’t even guess where to start was gradually improving with each spell cast.

‘Did they even include divination magic? Like the Calendarium, how impressive.’

Impressed, Lee Han looked at Diret and said.

“This and the bronze golem from before, truly impressive.”

“Right?”

Diret felt pleased for no reason when his friend received praise.

Catten beside them also wiped under his nose smugly.

“That’s right. Yukveltire is excellent…”

“Why exactly are you feeling smug?”

“We’re the same year.”

Yukveltire, who had been listening silently, quietly spoke up.

“Artificial dimension magic is several times more advanced than this…”

“I’m not interested in that.”

“…”

Seeing his same-year friend’s fingertips trembling, Catten whispered to Diret.

“She seems angry.”

“She is angry.”

* * *

After about an hour of work was finished, Catten’s arm had recovered to some extent.

“For the rest, you should be fine if you consistently take healing potions for about a week.”

“Hey. You really made the junior work hard for this. If you have any conscience, you should know.”

Diret scolded Catten.

If it were an excellent healing mage like Professor Alcasis, they would have immediately visualized the complete recovery in their mind and cast powerful healing magic to cure it all at once, but the junior was, as you know, still a 2nd year student.

Therefore, he had no choice but to borrow the stone mirror’s power and treat it stitch by stitch with low-level healing magic. If it weren’t for the junior overflowing with mana, he would have collapsed long ago.

“I know. Hmm. Junior. Next time, for any request, if you call this Jahan family’s Catten, I will sincerely help you.”

“Senior…!”

Lee Han was slightly moved by his reliable appearance as he thumped his chest.

He thought that no matter what request it was, if he brought this cat beastman senior along, there would be nothing to fear.

“What ridiculous talk. Always being in the punishment room. When would you help?”

“Calculating probabilistically, it seems more likely that even if you wanted to help the Wardanaz family junior, you wouldn’t be able to.”

However, unlike Lee Han, Diret and Yukveltire weren’t fooled.

They knew well this friend who would spend even more time in the punishment room once the semester began in earnest.

Catten also seemed flustered by this sharp criticism and stammered.

“Th-this semester I’m going to try hard not to go in…”

“If you were the type to do that, you wouldn’t have gone in long ago.”

“I remember you declaring you wouldn’t go in last year, and the year before that too. Is there any guarantee this year will be different?”

Diret and Yukveltire mercilessly denounced Catten. Catten became dejected and his ears drooped.

Unable to watch any longer, Lee Han stepped in.

“This year might be a bit different.”

“Right… right. This year the Wardanaz family junior here is also helping with my magic.”

“Are you proudly saying that now? You conscienceless trash.”

“Is it okay to steal the junior’s time like that?”

“…”

Diret, who had been denouncing together, momentarily looked at his friend.

…That’s not something you should say, is it?

Perhaps noticing the gaze, Yukveltire tilted her head.

“??”

“It’s nothing. Just look ahead.”

“Of course… I am taking up Junior’s time… but I’m also teaching swordsmanship… and now that I’ve awakened aura, it will be even more helpful…”

“That’s right. It will be helpful.”

“You think so too, Junior?”

Diret glared disapprovingly at the White Tiger Tower friend who was hiding behind his junior and beaming with joy.

Even after Catten promised to teach swordsmanship next time and disappeared, Diret continued glaring.

“Senior. He’s gone.”

“I was glaring in case he came back to spout nonsense. Junior. I heard you even awakened aura, and it’s not my place to say this, but… don’t forget that having too many talents can actually be troublesome.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“Of course you are. It’s really nothing new at this point. Let’s just move this duke barrel.”

“Wood barrel?”

“Huh? Ah. Wood barrel. Your Grace Duke. …Whatever it is. Let’s move it! Hurry!”

Fortunately, there were no new attacks this time. The three hurriedly moved the wood barrel to the underground workshop of the Dark Tower.

Diret cleared his throat and waved his staff. The toad demon then spat out the wood barrel.

“Now. I’m going to turn His Grace Duke back to normal, and as for who will do the talking…”

One was sociable but still a 2nd year, and one was a 5th year but was Yukveltire.

Diret quickly gave up and made his decision.

“I’ll do the talking. Even though we got permission, we did kidnap and bring him here, so let’s show some courtesy. Got it?”

“…”

Lee Han looked around the underground workshop of the Dark Tower.

Prison bars that used to confine undead, blood-stained handcuffs and chains, restraining tools for subduing demons…

‘I think we’re already too far from courtesy…’

It was certainly a place where they could avoid the eyes of other students trying to steal the duke again.

Though it was too scary even for allies.

“Senior Yukveltire. Still, he is His Grace Duke, so isn’t it a bit much to bring him to a place like this?”

Lee Han asked another senior, not wanting to add to Diret’s worries unnecessarily.

Yukveltire answered immediately.

“There’s nothing dangerous here, so why?”

“Haha. Indeed, that’s true.”

‘I shouldn’t have asked.’

From that one answer, Lee Han immediately realized he had asked the wrong person.

Pop!

With the spell, the wood barrel returned to Duke Ikalderen.

Duke Ikalderen was still shuddering, as if the memory of the dark and sticky interior of the toad demon’s belly hadn’t faded.

“Your Grace Duke…”

“You crazy mages! All you mages should be wiped out! Now I understand why anti-magic extremists exist!”

“…”

Diret became embarrassed.

Honestly, it was hard to argue against that.

“I apologize for the rudeness committed by our students. But we had unavoidable circumstances.”

“No magic school in the Empire would be as rude and evil as you lot!”

“Your Grace Duke. About the sponsorship funds…”

“Sponsorship funds!? You’re talking about sponsorship funds…”

“Senior. Should we just call the Death Knights?”

Lee Han, unable to watch any longer, intervened.

It was another student who had transformed him into a wood barrel, yet he was taking out his anger on the innocent Diret.

Even if he was a duke, wasn’t this too much?

“What did Senior do wrong for you to act like this?”

“Well, strictly speaking, I did confine him in a demon’s belly…”

“We got permission for all of this. If you keep acting like this, I think calling the Death Knights is the right thing to do.”

“…”

The duke looked at Lee Han with eyes filled with shock, horror, dismay, and despair, trembling all over.

The threat of calling the Death Knights pierced through the duke’s heart more sharply than anything else.

“You… you… you’re the Wardanaz Family Boy.”

“…Yes. That’s right.”

“I, I thought so… you were hiding your true intentions and suspecting me all along…!”

“That wasn’t the case.”

Lee Han tried to make excuses.

His encounters with Duke Ikalderen outside the school were nothing but coincidence.

And hadn’t they both enjoyed themselves in their own way?

Of course, the duke had acted a bit eccentric, but it seemed like both Lee Han and the duke had gotten what they wanted…

“You expect me to believe that a disciple of the Principal visited me without any ulterior motive? Th-this talk is probably you deceiving me right now too. Isn’t that right?”

“No…”

Duke Ikalderen flinched with an expression as if he had realized something, then firmly shut his mouth.

He looked firmly convinced that no matter what he said, Lee Han would just toy with him.

When the other person wouldn’t listen no matter what he said, Lee Han pondered and then made up his mind.

“Your Grace Duke.”

“…?”

“Just hand over the gold coins.”

“Al-alright…!”

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