Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 882

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Chapter 882

-Wardanaz. Drink this. Anger disappears.

The kind giants handed over giant liquor contained in a large gourd to calm Lee Han down first.

This liquor made by fermenting Mountain Destroyer milk was strong and fiery, able to soothe anger with just one sip.

Whoosh!

“…If I’m not mistaken, it seems to be on fire?”

-Correct! That makes it more fiery!

Though he didn’t drink the liquor, hearing the giants’ absurd drinking habits made his anger subside a little. Lee Han gathered himself and turned around.

“Thank you all for worrying about me.”

-That mage is suspicious.

“Giants! This Intarendals would never harm Master’s disciple…”

“That person is a little at fault too.”

“?!”

Intarendals was shocked by Lee Han’s sudden words.

What had he done wrong?

-Let’s throw him off the cliff! Let’s throw him off the cliff!

“It’s not that serious. Instead, you don’t need to get angry.”

-Wardanaz, generous! Too kind!

The giants pretended to pat Lee Han’s back (they knew what would happen if they actually patted him from last time) and praised him.

‘Right. There’s no need to despair already. Prophecies aren’t absolute.’

Lee Han steeled his resolve.

Prophecies weren’t absolute. Rather, the attitude of being blindly swayed by prophecies could be even more dangerous.

And Intarendals was just a mage too. His interpretation could easily be wrong.

For example, the wandering star Arna might have had its orbit twisted and laws changed in the meantime, becoming a star that helps Einroguard’s good students…

‘Even I think that sounds like complete nonsense.’

Learning magic raised intelligence, making it difficult to deceive even oneself.

“Lee Han of Wardanaz Family. You must persuade the giants.”

Despite being falsely accused by Lee Han, Intarendals didn’t point it out.

At some point, he must have failed to properly serve Master’s disciple, which led to such words. He had to reflect on himself.

“Understood. Let’s persuade them together…”

-Wardanaz. Sheep gave birth to babies! Let’s go see!

-Wardanaz. Got new pot. Come see!

-I spoke first!

-Sheep giving birth is natural! Pot is much more important!

Crash bang!

When the giants started grabbing each other’s collars and fighting, Lee Han quickly stopped them.

“I’ll go to both! Both!”

Watching Lee Han’s retreating figure as he left with the giants after stopping the fight, Intarendals muttered in a belated panicked voice.

“Wait, what about the persuasion…?”

* * *

Behind Intarendals, who was lonely guarding the carts by himself at the giants’ camp while waiting for Lee Han, a low and rough voice was heard.

-This is an unusual customer. To think you’ve lived longer than this old man?

‘Yaca!’

Intarendals saw the Yaca Old Man and gave a light greeting.

“Greetings. I am Chief Attendant Intarendals, who came to conduct negotiations under Gonadaltes’ orders.”

-Gonadaltes…? Ah. Is that so. Please treat me comfortably.

“I came under Master’s orders, so I cannot do that.”

-Then I’ll also observe courtesy.

The Yaca Old Man guessed that his counterpart was a servant of the Insane Doppelganger, not the Skeleton Principal.

Among the Skeleton Principal’s servants, there was no resurrected chief attendant like this one.

-But why are you here alone…?

“Well, you see.”

Intarendals explained the situation like a complaint.

He had prepared for negotiations with the giants to be long and difficult, but he hadn’t expected to be kept waiting like this.

When they should be negotiating earnestly right now, just waiting around naturally brought complaints.

-Ah. The giants quite like the Wardanaz Family Boy. Since it’s been a while since he visited, they’ll have much to talk about.

“Were giants such a sociable race?”

-Not really. It’s just that the Wardanaz Family Boy is special, isn’t he.

Intarendals nodded at the Yaca Old Man’s words.

Certainly, as Gonadaltes’ disciple, Lee Han had to be an extraordinary person.

…Though he didn’t expect that extraordinariness to show in being friendly with giants…

“Anyway, I need to negotiate but I don’t know when he’ll return.”

-Negotiate?

“Didn’t I tell you? We need guards to protect the mountain workshop…”

-Ah. It’s not that I didn’t understand your meaning.

The Yaca Old Man put down the A-frame carrier and basket he was carrying and said.

-The giants will just agree if Wardanaz asks them.

“Haha. You’re good at jokes! …Wait. That wasn’t a joke, was it?”

-No.

“That’s… impossible.”

Intarendals showed a negative reaction.

Of course, he knew from seeing directly that Lee Han was friendly with the giants, but public and private matters should originally be kept separate.

Giants weren’t a generous enough race to take on work without any compensation just because they were friendly.

-It’s true though. When he returns, please check…

Before he could finish speaking, the giants finished their last visit and returned to the camp with Lee Han.

-Isn’t our statue magnificent!

“Yes… it’s really magnificent…”

-We made one on the eastern peak too! Let’s go see that one!

“…Let’s see that next time. Originally, masterpieces shouldn’t be viewed all at once. The emotion weakens…”

-As expected, Wardanaz! Smart!

The giants seemed to have taken up sculpting as a hobby lately, creating crooked giant statues on every mountain peak.

That part was fine, but dragging him around to show each one individually was exhausting for Lee Han.

“Oh. Greetings.”

Lee Han, who discovered the Yaca Old Man at the camp, greeted him. Before the yaca could answer, the giants spewed angry criticism.

-Ooh! Yaca Old Man!

-Because of you, Wardanaz got angry! Wardanaz suffered! You must take responsibility!

-???

The Yaca Old Man, who suddenly received unexpected criticism, was flustered.

Giants were originally guys who talked a lot of nonsense, but what did they mean by Wardanaz suffering?

-What nonsense are you talking? What did I do?

-Wardanaz met Yaca King! He suffered because of that! Yaca Old Man must take responsibility!

-…You met the Yaca King?!

The Yaca Old Man was most shocked among all the shocks of today.

Though yaca races were scattered across various dimensions, there was only one being among them worthy of being called the Yaca King.

The wisest yaca that all yacas revered and served!

-You met that wise king?

“What’s wise about him?”

Lee Han grumbled with a voice full of irritation.

The Yaca Old Man, noticing the other person’s voice full of complaints, asked back as if he couldn’t understand.

-You met His Majesty the Yachaowang, so what’s there to complain about? What a glorious opportunity that was!

It was said that the wisest Yaca king resided in a palace of dimensions that ordinary people could never dare to approach, managing wisdom and secrets.

The king’s wisdom was so amazing that there were countless people who would offer their eyes or hearts just to meet this Yachaowang.

-In ancient Yaca legends, there’s a legend like this. A lost and wandering traveler discovered a house in the middle of the night and opened the door, and inside…

“Legend or whatever, it didn’t help me at all. I almost died.”

-Woo! How terrible!

-Yaca Old Man should apologize!

‘Was the teaching perhaps a bit too intense?’

The Yaca Old Man thought to himself.

The Yachaowang was a benevolent king who liked to bestow his wisdom upon lost wanderers, but that could have felt a bit intense to a young mage.

Thinking this way, the Yaca Old Man felt truly sorry.

To think he would misinterpret and accept what the king had done with good intentions like that.

‘It’s fine. Later, when time passes, he’ll realize the king’s intentions and be grateful.’

The Yaca Old Man nodded while thinking thoughts that would have made Lee Han immediately grab him by the collar using the giants if he had heard them.

-Hmm. There must have been some danger. Still, it’s an opportunity that might come once in a lifetime…

“He told me to visit again next time.”

-What! Then of course you must visit, you young mage!

The Yaca Old Man flared up without realizing it.

If the king had invited him, he should say ‘thank you’ and visit to receive wisdom, but this young one doesn’t know how to be grateful!

“What nonsense are you talking? I’m not going to do it.”

-Think carefully. His Majesty…

-Wardanaz not visiting! Yaca Old Man be quiet!

-…These young ones really!

The Yaca Old Man swung a large wooden rod, putting his accumulated good deeds into it. The giants screamed and ran away.

-…His Majesty taught you everything thinking of you. Do you understand?

“For reference, the Principal’s Insane Doppelganger is also teaching me while thinking of me.”

-…

The Yaca Old Man realized anew that the boy before him had far too many outstanding masters.

Usually, having even one such master was something you might or might not encounter in a lifetime, but with such masters competing to teach him, it was simply tiring from the disciple’s perspective.

‘His Majesty doesn’t deserve to be treated like this!’

“Um, Giants.”

Unable to wait any longer, Intarendals finally cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Could we start the negotiations soon? Even if we start now, it’ll take at least two more days, so gradually…”

-Huh? No.

-We finished talking while walking around earlier. We’ll go help now.

The giants said this and then walked away with big strides toward the workshop.

Intarendals was so shocked he couldn’t speak, and could barely manage to utter one sentence.

“…This attendant has grown too old to help Master anymore!”

“No. Why are you like that again? The giants are just being kind.”

Lee Han hurriedly comforted his friend’s shocked ancestor.

* * *

This evil group of adventurers called Kangle’s Shadow had deep connections with Antagondals from long ago.

No matter how outstanding a mage might be, they couldn’t do everything alone. Antagondals, being a mage criminal, was the same.

Antagondals needed adventurers who could quietly and skillfully carry out his requests, and Kangle’s Shadow was the most outstanding among them.

In return, Antagondals provided the party with powerful magical support.

Outstanding adventurers always had wise mages who helped them with their adventures, and for Kangle’s Shadow, Antagondals was exactly that wise mage.

As such, it was natural for these adventurers to seriously step forward when Antagondals’ contact was cut off and a rescue request came.

‘It’s not simply because the support was cut off. It’s an opportunity to obtain more of the magical items he possesses.’

Frankly speaking, they could find a new mage to provide magical support to the party.

There might not be an archmage like Antagondals, but they wouldn’t be completely unable to find one.

But what about the countless treasures that Antagondals possessed?

These adventurers knew better than anyone how many treasures the major mage criminal Antagondals had collected and how many artifacts he had gathered. Having worked under him, they couldn’t help but know.

Even if they couldn’t rescue Antagondals, they had to at least recover and bring out the keys or access rights.

“But would Antagondals willingly hand them over?”

“If it doesn’t seem to work out, we should consider finishing him off. Since he’s trapped in Einroguard, he must be considerably weakened. It’s a place that makes even decent people go soft.”

The Keymaster, who was covering his entire body with a cloak and mask engraved with midnight shadows, spoke.

The adventurers belonging to Kangle’s Shadow were reluctant to reveal their identities or names to each other. It would become dangerous if something went wrong.

The adventurer called the Swordsman offered his opinion.

“What about killing him outright and just bringing out the corpse?”

“That’s a choice only for the worst-case scenario. All the treasures might get bound upon death.”

“Damn it. To think we’d end up visiting Einroguard. I heard such stories from my grandfather…”

“What stories did your grandfather tell?”

When the Archer muttered, the other adventurers asked curiously.

“My grandfather once infiltrated Einroguard and got caught. He was barely released.”

“Oh. Isn’t that lucky for us? He must have heard about Einroguard.”

“No. He couldn’t say a single word about Einroguard. Until the day he passed away. A prohibition was placed on his soul. The only thing he could say were fear-filled words telling us not to go to Einroguard.”

“…”

“…”

An instinctive fear arose among the evil adventurers who had experienced all kinds of hardships.

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