Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 961

Chapter 961

It took about 30 minutes for Yi-Han to deal with the gathered people.

Of course, he didn't deal with them using force or magic. Yi-Han had to give autographs to each and every one of them.

"Do you have any plans to join the imperial ball game team after graduation?"

"No?"

"Then you must be planning to join the imperial ball game team before graduation!"

"No, I'm not."

"If the traditions of your great noble family are oppressing you, boldly throw off those chains!"

"I'm just not that interested in being a ball game player..."

"Impossible! Don't lie! In your heart, there must be..."

"Puhoo. If you've got your autographs, please leave."

Falcrius pushed away the ball game-crazed people with his thick forearms.

People deeply impressed by the game all shouted for him to join the ball game teams they supported or were associated with.

"My goodness. What are they talking about?"

"Indeed."

"Wardanaz, you're going to become a professor, you know."

"...Pardon???"

"Disguise yourself again. We'll have to undo the disguise after entering the mansion."

"What did you just..."

Yi-Han persistently tried to ask, but Falcrius didn't hear as he was concentrating.

"It might be better to visit the Greenbel family later... Hm? What did you say?"

"What did you just say..."

"Right. Wardanaz. How did you win the game for people to chase after you like this?"

"I was just lucky."

"Puhoo. If you're lucky twice, those ball game club guys will collapse from joy."

Falcrius laughed heartily.

As an official Einroguard club, he had developed some affection for them, so it was quite nice to hear that the ball game club had a big win after a long time.

Falcrius made a note so he wouldn't forget.

Double event for ball game club for a while (except Wardanaz)

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Why am I the only one excluded from the double event..."

Yi-Han was slightly perplexed.

Why was he the only one excluded when they were giving out double food as congratulations for the victory?

"Hahaha. That's just like you, Wardanaz. Do you want to be included fairly? Still, I can't. I can't charge a junior double the gold coins."

"...?!"

Yi-Han finally realized the true meaning of the double event.

Surprisingly, it wasn't that the amount of food doubled, but that they charged double the price!

For those with heavy gold coin pouches, food prices also increase.

As befitting an upperclassman, Falcrius was excellent at such timeliness.

"We're here. Wardanaz. Do you know where this is?"

"I'm not sure."

Though he could guess it was a noble's house given the area full of classic mansions in the central district of the city, Yi-Han wasn't originally from Granden City.

It was too much for Yi-Han, considering even Granden City nobles needed the help of butlers or servants to remember who lived where.

"It's Lord Zolbabden's mansion."

'Strange. The name sounds familiar.'

"Puhoo. Lord Zolbabden is famous in Granden City as a socialite, a bon vivant, and a miser. If Lord Zolbabden donates food, other misers in Granden City will feel pressured to donate too."

"I see. Shall I attack, or will you attack, Senior?"

"...Wardanaz. We're here to persuade, not threaten!"

Falcrius was dumbfounded.

If they threatened with magic for not donating, even ten bodies wouldn't be enough for the punishment room.

"Ah. I see."

"Puhoo. That's right. I'm counting on you."

"Honestly, I can't think of any method other than magical threats..."

"No, no. Seeing the people gathered earlier because of ball game, you have a talent for charming people, Wardanaz."

"If I really had such a talent, I wish my friends would listen to me a bit better."

Yi-Han grumbled as he undid his disguise and called the gatekeeper. The gatekeeper's attitude was quite cautious at the sight of the two unusual figures.

"What brings you..."

"Please inform them that mages from Einroguard have come due to a serious magical problem that has taken root in this mansion."

"Y-yes, sir!"

The gatekeeper was startled and sent a message upstairs. Falcrius gave his junior useful advice.

"Puhoo. When coming for things like this, you should never state your real purpose first. They might say they're not home or run away."

"Should I send in a paper bird to check if they're in?"

"...Wardanaz. Have you perhaps become close with a violent senior recently?"

While they were waiting, Zolbabden hurriedly dressed and rushed out.

And seeing Falcrius's large figure visible from afar, he made an 'oh no' expression.

Having met before, he realized he had fallen for a scheme.

"...Student Falcrius. You said there was a serious magical problem that had taken root in the mansion!"

"Yes, Lord Zolbabden. There is a very serious magical problem in this mansion. Namely, that food to be distributed to poor people is sleeping in the warehouse."

"..."

Zolbabden was dumbfounded but held it in.

Firstly, because no one had ever benefited from get angry at Einroguard mages (he knew well, being fond of rumors himself), and secondly, because Falcrius's fists were sufficiently powerful even without using magic.

"The student beside you is... No!! Lord Wardanaz?!"

"...!!!"

As Zolbabden recognized Yi-Han and jumped up, Yi-Han's memory was also revived.

This person was...

"Aren't you Lord Zolbabden who spread rumors all over Granden City about my fight with the basilisk last year?"

"Hahaha! That's right! There's no need to thank me!"

"..."

Yi-Han stared at Zolbabden with cold eyes. Falcrius was slightly worried.

'Surely the junior won't throw a punch?'

Fortunately, Yi-Han didn't attack the other party. Of course, many curses were exchanged inwardly.

'I should have petrified him when the basilisk appeared.'

Yi-Han, who had wrapped up the situation without much thought at the time, had to feel to his bones how quickly rumors spread in Granden City's social circles.

If there was anything faster than teleportation magic, it was rumors.

"...Since we have the connection of fighting the basilisk together last year, how about making a donation?"

"Ugh!"

The noble who had been hit in a sore spot groaned.

Then the butler standing beside him approached and whispered something.

"Puhoo. This doesn't look good."

Falcrius watched their conversation with a worried face.

A noble like Zolbabden didn't care much about face or dignity. It was entirely possible for him to suddenly clutch his chest and pretend to be sick.

"...Is that true?"

"Yes. I heard it myself."

Zolbabden, having finished the conversation, shouted with eyes sparkling like stars.

"Alright! Student Falcrius. I'll donate!"

"Is that really true?!"

"But there's a condition."

"What..."

"I'd like Lord Wardanaz to personally narrate today's ball game."

"..."

"..."

Yi-Han finally realized what conversation the two had.

No wonder the butler had been whispering while making ball game mallet swinging gestures...

  *

Unlike Yi-Han, who walked out of the mansion with a tired face, Falcrius laughed heartily.

"You did very well, Wardanaz! Hahaha! It's a profitable business to receive food after chattering a few times!"

"I didn't expect to persuade like this."

Zolbabden, who had a deep conviction about spreading rumors ahead of anyone else, didn't care about emptying his warehouse if he could hear the ball game story directly from Yi-Han.

-I see. So Lord Wardanaz didn't practice ball game, nor was he interested usually, but once he got on the griffin, he could see the movements of the opposing players and just feel how to win! Like an innate bloodline! Truly a genius talent.-

-...Not a single part of what you just said matches what I said.-

-You don't need to worry too much about minor differences. Isn't it natural for stories to be dramatized?-

-Did you dramatize the fight with the basilisk in this way too?-

Yi-Han felt uneasy, unable to guess how much Zolbabden would exaggerate the rumors, but seeing his senior laughing excitedly, he shook his head.

'Right. If we can receive more food support, what does a rumor matter?'

It would be shameful for Yi-Han to grumble about mere rumors when Falcrius was stepping up like this to help others.

Yi-Han was suddenly reminded of the young skull principal.

If only people like Professor Verduus were around, Yi-Han wouldn't have felt particularly guilty, but because there were people with above-average character like the young skull principal or Falcrius, Yi-Han was also influenced.

...Let's act a little more kindly!

Yi-Han gave up on worrying about rumors and said.

"Where to next?"

"Next is..."

"Lord Wardanaz!"

"?"

Brodon, a noble acquainted with Zolbabden, jumped out of a carriage. Falcrius immediately recognized the other's identity.

"Isn't that Lord Brodon?"

"Yes. The person who bought a basilisk egg and hatched it in front of people."

-He must be crazy.-

The baby basilisk muttered. Yi-Han actually agreed.

Of course, he had been tricked by a merchant when he bought it, but even considering that, it was hard to evaluate him positively.

"Puhoo. If he can afford to buy a basilisk egg, wouldn't he donate more food?"

"With the intelligence to buy a basilisk egg, he might not have any gold coins left to donate..."

Not hearing Yi-Han's scathing mutter, Brodon ran over.

And he shouted.

"Lord Wardanaz. Is it true that if we donate food for charity, you'll tell us about this ball game?"

"..."

Yi-Han looked back at the mansion behind with shocked eyes.

How on earth did it spread so quickly in that time??

'Do they have communication artifacts??'

"Ah, is it not? Did I misunderstand?"

"Well... it is true, but..."

"This is wonderful! I quickly organized a tea party after hearing that story. All the members attending the gathering will donate! Now. Would you grant me the honor of inviting Lord Wardanaz?"

"..."

Clap clap clap clap clap-

Applause was heard from the side.

Falcrius was looking at Yi-Han with an impressed face.

"Wardanaz... I should have brought you last year too!"

"Senior. Is it alright to receive donations like this?"

"Puhoo. What's the problem if we can receive them? It's much better than chasing after carriages for three days and harassing them!"

Unlike his skeptical junior, Falcrius was deeply moved by this method.

Instead of chasing after and harassing nobles, a method of directly calling nobles and receiving donations.

Other juniors should learn this too.

'Is no one interested in stories of boiling soup with rocks and dirt in Einroguard?'

"Let's go, Wardanaz. You might make all the hungry people in Granden City full."

"I won't be responsible if the members who attended the gathering get angry about being deceived..."

  *

Contrary to Yi-Han's worries, all the members who attended the tea party were extremely satisfied.

Some even asked him to visit and tell the story again at other clubs or salons they belonged to.

"Could we perhaps hear about the fight with the basilisk directly too?"

"...If you donate double, I'll go and tell you directly."

"Excellent! Let's do that!"

"..."

Yi-Han was dumbfounded, not expecting the other party to accept immediately. Falcrius whispered from the side.

"Wardanaz. Next time, it would be better to charge more expensively."