Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 812

Chapter 812

He had won.

Yi-Han let out a sigh of relief.

Baqwantallana and Immortal, who had been cursed at for trying to tell the truth, quietly disappeared.

'I'm sorry. Curse me when the truth comes out later.'

Yi-Han resolved to remain silent if later, when the truth was revealed, the two of them shouted "Gonadaltes, come out!" in a frenzy.

Yi-Han was able to win this time because luck was on his side.

If the Baldurguard students hadn't spread rumors about 5th and 6th years...

'Hmm. But they wouldn't have believed it was me, right? Since I'm still a 2nd year.'

In that sense, Immortal was a very peculiar fellow.

How could he suspect Yi-Han himself in this situation?

Was his sense keen, or did he know something Yi-Han didn't...

'Should I have framed him as a liar a bit more? I need to buy time for rumors to spread.'

It didn't matter if the truth came out later, but it had to be after the rumors had spread a bit.

Wouldn't it be much easier to make excuses then?

"Junior. What are you doing here?"

"!"

Yi-Han, who had been manipulating public opinion in an empty classroom, was startled by a voice from the front.

Direth, who was passing through the corridor, had discovered her junior and asked a question.

"I was previewing next week's magic!"

"...I-I see."

'Oops.'

Seeing the pitying look his school senior was sending, Yi-Han realized he had made a slip of the tongue.

To be alone in a classroom previewing magic on a weekend when a festival was going on.

Wouldn't anyone who saw think he was crazy about magic?

"I just did it for a moment! A moment! It suddenly came to mind!"

"It's rare for people to study just because something suddenly came to mind... Right. Junior, come with me for a moment. I have something to show you."

Direth gestured as if this had worked out well.

Usually, the emotions visible on this crow mixed-blood student's face were fatigue, exhaustion, irritation, and pity, but today, very rarely, joy and happiness were present.

"??"

Yi-Han was puzzled.

'Did the principal get imprisoned in an imperial prison or something?'

If not that, it didn't seem like he could see that level of smile...

"Did something happen?"

"Huh? Right. Is it showing? Huhu."

'Did he really get imprisoned??'

Yi-Han was even more flustered when Direth spoke in an excited voice.

Come to think of it, the skull principal hadn't been seen lately.

"Should I tell you? No. Junior. It's better if you wait a bit and see for yourself... No. Should I just tell you now?"

"Is it alright?"

"Ah. It's fine. I was rambling a bit, wasn't I?"

Direth cleared her throat awkwardly and composed her emotions.

No matter how excited, there was a senior's dignity to maintain.

As even the wings fluttering behind her regained composure, Direth began explaining again.

"Junior. Listen without being surprised. Okay? You mustn't faint. Absolutely."

"...D-did the principal really get imprisoned?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing. Then what is it?"

"...The dark magic school received a donation!!"

"Aah."

Yi-Han finally understood.

It seemed the news of Intarendals donating the (Dargard) family's gold coins had just reached Direth.

"...Aren't you happy?"

Direth stared at her junior with eyes mixed with disappointment and bewilderment.

She had clearly thought her junior would be ecstatically happy when he heard this news.

She had already felt heartbroken seeing her 2nd year junior filling the dark magic school's coffers with gold coins earned with his small hands.

She had thought they wouldn't have to make him do such vulgar things anymore...

"W-wooooah! I'm so happy! What a miracle!"

Yi-Han realized his mistake and boldly threw himself backward.

As he shouted while falling backward with a thud, the baby basilisk in his sleeve screamed in surprise.

"..You're really bad at acting."

"I don't know what you're talking about! I think I can't understand because I'm too surprised!"

"Hey. Cut it out. More importantly, did you already know?"

"Yes."

"How?? I just heard about it now, and you weren't there, were you?"

"Well. You have to keep this a secret."

"On my honor and heart. Now, tell me."

Yi-Han briefly explained what had happened this weekend.

The mad doppelganger resurrecting an ancient subordinate, and the ancient subordinate using the family's blood drops and wealth to enter...

Thud!

Direth fell backward in surprise.

"Uh, did you have a reason to act just now?"

"This is really falling from surprise... You stupid junior!"

She grumbled as she took Yi-Han's hand and got up in the corridor.

Direth agonized.

No matter how she thought about it, it felt like blood money received from selling out her junior.

The joy she had felt earlier at hearing the donation news completely disappeared, replaced by a complicated feeling.

"Wait. Junior. Did you perhaps show ancient magic to kids from other schools?"

"...Huh? I'm not sure. Maybe Yuk..."

"Yukbeltire came to me and kept being annoying, so I asked what was going on. She said it was nothing, but that couldn't be true, so I kept pressing and she said there were rumors going around that she had used forbidden ancient magic?"

"...Gasp!"

'The rumors are faster than I thought.'

Yi-Han was slightly impressed.

It seemed the Sentinel club members were looser-lipped than expected. To think it had already reached Yukbeltire's own ears.

"Isn't that good? Isn't her reputation spreading widely?"

"...Junior, you... That's not the usual way of thinking for a 2nd year...?"

"Actually, I heard it from Senior Falcrius."

Yi-Han unhesitatingly deployed senior deflection.

He felt like he was performing acrobatics on a tightrope, but it couldn't be helped.

"It's not bad, but Yukbeltire has stronger pride than you'd think. She gets really upset if she's praised for something she didn't do. Once before, when she couldn't finish an assignment within the time limit and collapsed, I secretly helped her, but she really got mad and didn't talk to me for a week."

"Isn't that completely trash!"

"I-it's not that bad... Is it? It might be for you."

Direth wavered, recalling what Yukbeltire had done to her junior, unsure whether to defend her or not.

"...Anyway. It was you, right? When I heard it from Yukbeltire, you did come to mind, but I thought there was no way, how could you have learned such ancient magic, so I just let it go."

"Yes. Actually, it was me."

Yi-Han gave up and confessed.

He explained to the best of his ability that the mad doppelganger had threatened him with a staff, so he had no choice.

The kind-hearted Direth felt pained at her junior's words.

"That damn doppelganger really...! I'm telling you, we need to subjugate him quickly."

"You're absolutely right!"

"But junior. Can you explain in a bit more detail what kind of magic it was?"

Direth glanced at her junior, her black eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"..."

"Ah, no. Academic curiosity... Forbidden dark magic from ancient times... I was curious... No. Sorry. I made a mistake."

  *

Still, Yi-Han eventually started explaining about the Black Coffin.

About 1/3 of the explanation was cursing the mad doppelganger and the Kalaroguard and Baldurguard students.

Direth, feeling guilty about squeezing magic out of her junior who had gone through a hard time, didn't make any comments.

"How does it make sense for 4th years to come here? Those Baldur bastards! I heard before that Baldurguard 4th years were different, but I was completely fooled!"

"Ah. That's... Well. It's not that there aren't any Baldurguard students who come to their senses and study magic seriously..."

"Really?"

Yi-Han showed a sour reaction, as if he had heard 'There are kind professors in the empire too.'

Did they really exist?

"...Those guys usually don't come to play at Einroguard during festival periods like this."

"..."

It was certainly true.

If a Baldurguard student who had come to their senses and was studying magic seriously, they would be studying every day preciously, not coming to play at Einroguard hiring someone.

"Anyway, this is how you summon it. From what I heard, the mage can even adjust the demigod's authority. They say in the past, dark mages created a demigod that controlled water to make an underwater city..."

Direth scribbled her junior's words on paper with sparkling eyes.

How often would there be a chance to directly hear obsolete mysteries from an ancient dark mage?

"Senior. Aren't you enjoying this too much?"

"...Kn-knowledge itself isn't a sin..."

Click!

At that moment, the Echo Stone lit up again and an illusion flowed out.

The mad doppelganger glared at Yi-Han in disbelief and said.

[You managed to grasp the structure well.]

"Your disciple accidentally touched this and that... I'm sorry."

[Is this a dark mages' workshop?]

Noticing the atmosphere flowing from Professor Mortum's tower, the Dark Shadow Hall, the mad doppelganger looked around.

[It seems to have been made by a fairly useful dark mage.]

"!"

Yi-Han was surprised at the mad doppelganger's words. It was rare to see the mad doppelganger speak like that about a mage.

'Well. Come to think of it, he would be a distant disciple.'

Thinking about it, the doppelganger was separated from the skull principal long ago, and Professor Mortum was a disciple who learned from the current skull principal, so it wasn't strange for the mad doppelganger to evaluate Professor Mortum's magic favorably.

[But there is one strange point.]

"What is it?"

[It's too impoverished. Has a group of thieves swept through?]

"..."

"..."

The two dark magic school students fell silent simultaneously.

Yi-Han didn't have the confidence to explain, so he spoke roundabout.

"It seems so."

[Those trash dared... Lowborn. Find that group of thieves and make them pay the price.]

"Yes! I'll erase them from this world!"

Direth looked at her junior as if pitying him.

Meanwhile, the mad doppelganger noticed Direth's presence. He looked at her coldly and spat out.

[Are you the workshop owner's disciple? You're fairly useful too.]

"No!"

Yi-Han shouted in surprise.

If the mad doppelganger took not only himself but Direth as a disciple too...

She was already unhappy enough as a 5th year. That was going too far.

[What nonsense are you babbling?]

"Weren't you trying to take her as a disciple?"

[...Lowborn. If you babble nonsense one more time, I'll turn your tongue to lead. Would I take a usable stone seen on the roadside as a disciple? From the start, that's weak material without a vicious nature. It's a fatal weakness.]

"That's not a compli..."

Yi-Han, who was about to object, paused.

'Wait. Then what about me?'

While he was feeling displeased, the mad doppelganger asked again.

[Who is the owner of this workshop?]

"It's Professor Mortum."

[That one?]

Direth answered instead.

As it was an ancient being tormenting her junior, her voice was very curt.

"A senior from the same school."

[I see. Defeat both...]

Pop!

Yi-Han turned off the Echo Stone again.

"Hmph. Save your nonsense for Antagondal."

Direth, who was watching, was rather flustered at that sight.

...Is it okay to do that to an ancient being?!