Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 818

Chapter 818

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like Direth was saying with her eyes, 'You're a 5th year and you're getting treatment from a junior? Just tell him to die on his own.'

Yukbeltire also seemed to be saying something with her eyes, but he wasn't very interested in that so it wasn't conveyed well.

"Your arm is too severely... shattered."

"That's because the power of the magic Junior showed was so strong."

Caten smiled contentedly despite one of his arms being twisted and distorted like the candy Gainando liked.

Yi-Han was about to hit him once but held back. If he hit him, the other two seniors might think it was a signal and attack Caten.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts. But I'm used to pain. From training in the punishment room."

'Did he perhaps enter a different punishment room than me?'

Yi-Han inwardly questioned Caten's words.

Maybe if you failed a certain number of times, or became strong enough, you entered a higher difficulty punishment room.

Otherwise, it didn't make sense that he had done training that allowed him to endure even when his arm was shattered like this.

"May I ask about that magic?"

"Please be quiet. I need to concentrate."

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

Not knowing his junior's inner thoughts, Caten excitedly chattered about the magic he had shown earlier.

"Junior. Was that magic perhaps cast with spell abbreviation?"

"...He cast it without incantation. Hey, Jahan. Shut your mouth. The junior is trying to concentrate."

Unable to stand it anymore, Direth made Caten shut up.

Of course, someone who really shut up when told to shut up couldn't rise to Einroguard's 5th year. Caten asked Direth as if this was a good opportunity.

"Then Direth, you can tell me instead."

"...It's a 5th Circle Telekinesis magic. Satisfied? It's a magic specialized for instant casting without incantations."

"Ooh...!"

Hearing about magic at the stage of completion by putting the mage's own goals and individuality into a comprehensive understanding of one field, not simple repetitive learning, Caten's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Don't move!"

Yi-Han got irritated when Caten tried to take notes excitedly.

Unable to stand it anymore, Direth sighed and advised.

"I think it would be better to just call a healing school mage. This has gone beyond the level of compound fracture."

"I feel a bit sorry to call senior healing school mages for something like this..."

"That would be that school's job."

Yi-Han nodded at Yukbeltire's words.

And then he continued speaking, pretending not to have heard.

"It would be hard for them, so I feel sorry."

"I said that's that school's job."

"Yes, yes. So I tried to solve it myself, but it's not easy after all."

"...How about using this?"

Yukbeltire took out the stone mirror artifact she had used during the battle earlier.

Yi-Han shouted in surprise.

"Are you saying to burn the broken arm?"

"That's a bit much."

Caten shook his head, looking troubled. Even so, losing an arm was a bit much.

"Yukbeltire's stone mirror wasn't originally made for combat. Of course, it can be used for combat, but it was originally for exploration."

Direth stepped in to explain on behalf of her friend. She felt a vague sense of crisis that if left alone like this, her friend might collapse holding the back of her neck someday.

"It can be used not only on the structure of objects or artifacts, but also on the human body. Commands are possible too. Help fix the arm."

When Direth gave the order, the mirror-shaped artifact started drawing light while precisely illuminating the shattered arm.

"...Stick together!"

Following those instructions one by one, Yi-Han was surprised.

He had been half-skeptical at first, but this stone mirror really seemed to know how to heal Caten's arm.

The arm that had been so shattered he didn't know where to start was gradually improving with each magic cast.

'Did she include divination magic too? This is amazing, like the Calendarium.'

Yi-Han, impressed, said to Direth.

"This and the bronze golem from before, they're really amazing."

"Right?"

When her friend received praise, Direth felt pleased for no reason.

Caten beside them also looked pleased, secretly wiping under his nose.

"That's right. Yukbeltire is outstand..."

"Why are you looking pleased?"

"We're in the same year, so."

Yukbeltire, who had been listening silently, opened her mouth slightly.

"Artificial realm magic is several times more advanced than this..."

"I'm not interested in that."

Seeing his classmate's fingertips trembling, Caten whispered to Direth.

"She seems angry."

"She is angry."

  *

When the work that took about an hour ended, Caten's arm was somewhat restored to its original state.

"You should drink healing potions steadily for about a week for the rest."

"Hey. This is really your junior working hard. If you have a conscience, you should know."

Direth scolded Caten.

If it were an outstanding healing mage like Professor Alkasis, they would have immediately drawn a complete recovery in their mind for this level of injury and cast powerful healing magic to heal it at once, but as they knew, the junior was still a 2nd year student.

Therefore, he had no choice but to treat it stitch by stitch with lesser healing magic, borrowing the power of the stone mirror. If it weren't for the junior overflowing with mana, he would have collapsed long ago.

"I know. Hmm. Junior. Next time, if you call on Caten of the Jahan family for any mission, I'll sincerely help you."

"Senior...!"

Yi-Han was slightly moved by his appearance of speaking reassuringly while pounding his chest.

He felt that if he took this cat mixed-blood senior along for any mission, there would be nothing to fear.

"You're talking nonsense. When you're always in the punishment room. When can you help?"

"Calculating probabilistically, it seems more likely that you won't be able to help the Wardanaz family junior even if you want to."

However, unlike Yi-Han, Direth and Yukbeltire weren't fooled.

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

Caten also seemed flustered by this sharp criticism and stammered.

"Th-this semester, I'm trying not to go in..."

"If you were that kind of person, you wouldn't have gone in long ago."

"I remember you said you wouldn't go in last year, and the year before last too. Is there any guarantee this year will be different?"

Direth and Yukbeltire mercilessly condemned Caten. Caten became dejected and his ears drooped.

Unable to stand it, Yi-Han stepped in.

"This year could be a bit different, couldn't it?"

"Th-that's right. This year, the Wardanaz family junior here is helping with my magic too."

"You're saying that proudly now? You conscienceless trash."

"Is it okay to steal the junior's time like that?"

"..."

Direth, who had been condemning him together, looked at her friend for a moment.

...You're not one to talk, are you?

Noticing the gaze, Yukbeltire tilted her head.

"It's nothing. Just look ahead."

"Of course... I am taking up Junior's time... but I'm teaching swordsmanship too... and now that he has realized aura, it'll be even more helpful..."

"That's right. It will be helpful."

"Does Junior think so too?"

Direth glared disapprovingly at her White Tiger Tower friend who was brightening up while hiding behind the junior.

Even after Caten promised to teach swordsmanship next time and disappeared, Direth kept glaring.

"Senior. He's gone."

"I was glaring in case he came back to talk nonsense. Junior. Though it's not for me to say when you've even realized aura... Don't forget that having too many talents can actually be difficult."

"I know that too."

"I'm sure you do. It's really belatedly obvious now. Anyway, let's move this duke barrel."

"The wooden barrel?"

"Huh? Ah. Wooden barrel. His Grace the Duke... Whatever. Let's move it! Hurry!"

Fortunately, there was no new ambush this time. The three hurriedly moved the wooden barrel to the underground workshop of the Dark Shadow Hall.

Direth cleared her throat and waved her staff. Then the toad demon spat out the wooden barrel.

"Now. We're going to return His Grace the Duke to his original form, and who's going to speak..."

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

Direth quickly gave up and made a decision.

"I'll do the talking. Even though we got permission, we kidnapped and brought him here, so let's show some manners. Okay?"

"..."

Yi-Han looked around the underground workshop of the Dark Shadow Hall. Prison bars for confining undead from before, blood-stained handcuffs and chains, restraining tools for subduing demons...

'It seems we've already gone too far from manners...'

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

Because it was too scary even for allies.

"Senior Yukbeltire. Isn't it a bit much to bring His Grace the Duke to a place like this?"

Yi-Han asked another senior, not wanting to unnecessarily increase Direth's worries.

Then Yukbeltire answered immediately.

"There's nothing dangerous, so why?"

"Haha. Indeed, that's right."

'I shouldn't have asked.'

With just one answer, Yi-Han immediately realized he had asked the wrong person.

Pop!

With a spell, the wooden barrel returned to Duke Icaldoren.

Duke Icaldoren was still shuddering, perhaps because the memory of the dark and sticky toad demon's stomach hadn't faded yet.

"Your Grace..."

"You crazy mages! You mages should all be eliminated! I can understand why anti-magic extremists exist!"

Direth became embarrassed.

Honestly, it was hard to refute.

"I apologize for the rudeness us students committed. But we had unavoidable circumstances too."

"No magic academy in the empire would be as rude and evil as you!"

"Your Grace. About the sponsorship..."

"Sponsorship?! You're talking about sponsor..."

"Senior. Should we just call the Death Knights?"

Unable to stand it anymore, Yi-Han interjected.

It was other students who had transformed him into a wooden barrel, yet he was getting angry at the innocent Direth like this.

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

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

"W-well, strictly speaking, I did put him in a demon's stomach..."

"This is all being done with permission, isn't it? If you keep acting like this, I think it's right to call the Death Knights."

"..."

The duke stared at Yi-Han, trembling with a mix of shock, fear, astonishment, and despair in his eyes.

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

"You... you... You're the Wardanaz family boy."

"...Oh. That's right."

"I-I see... I thought it might be something like that, but you were hiding your true intentions and suspecting me..."

"It wasn't like that."

Yi-Han tried to explain.

His encounters with Duke Icaldoren outside the school were purely coincidental.

And hadn't they both enjoyed it in their own way?

Of course, the duke had acted a bit eccentrically, but it seemed like both Yi-Han and the duke had gotten what they wanted...

"You're telling me to believe that the Imperial Mage Administrator's disciple visited me without any intentions? Th-this words are deceiving me now too, aren't they?"

"No..."

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

He seemed to firmly believe that there was no point in talking to Yi-Han anymore.

When the other party wouldn't listen no matter what he said, Yi-Han pondered and then made a decision.

"Your Grace."

"...?"

"Just hand over the gold coins."

"I-I understand..!"