Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 1085

Chapter 1085

"...Let's make a report."

Having given up, Direth changed the subject.

Since things were well resolved, it was time to deliver the good news to Bulserec, the mansion's owner.

When a servant ran to deliver the news, Bulserec immediately rushed out.

"Is it true! That the demon has been handled!"

"Yes. You don't need to worry anymore."

"I'm truly thankf..."

Bang!

About to express gratitude forgetting dignity from joy, Bulserec was startled by the mansion's main gate suddenly bursting open.

'Could there be a missed demon?!'

However what came in wasn't a demon. It was Yukbeltire panting for breath.

"..."

"..."

Direth and Setlad Anog slightly avoided her gaze. Yukbeltire's fingertips trembled.

"Wh-what?"

Unable to grasp the situation, Coholti asked bewilderedly.

Why did Yukbeltire come separately?

"Why did this mage come separately now?"

"Seems she got lost. Don't mind it."

At Direth's words, the trembling in Yukbeltire's fingertips grew stronger. Setlad Anog added a comment too.

"Easy to get lost in the crowded capital."

"That... I should have assigned you a guide. I apologize."

The dark magic school students whispered at the unexpected conversation.

"Senior Yukbeltire had trouble finding her way?"

"First time hearing this."

Taking advantage of her friend being temporarily paralyzed with anger, Direth moved quickly.

If she didn't receive and distribute the reward now, she couldn't predict how annoying things would get later.

"Thank you for the reward. Here. I'll distribute it now."

"What? You can put it all in the school treasury. You basically did everything, Senior."

"What are you saying, Dirimpa. And you can't do anything in the capital without money."

"Not like I have anything to spend money on. Just doing magic in my room..."

"..."

"..."

Coholti and other students sent pitiful gazes.

Unlike Dirimpa, their gazes said they needed gold coins.

"...Alright, everyone quickly take it."

"Th-thank you!"

"No need for such thanks. Here."

Bulserec watched the mages' conversation with a pleased face.

Though it happened due to his mistake, seeing Einroguard mages warmly sharing rewards like this made him feel proud.

"I was worried because of rumors about dark mages... but Einroguard dark mages are such polite and diligent people!"

"...Wh-what are those people doing there?"

Bulserec turned at the voice from behind.

Raphael, a distant relative and young prodigy of the family, was staring into the mansion with a shocked face.

"Ah. Raphael! You came! It's nothing. All resolved."

"No... that... why... those people...?"

Raphael stammered.

Actually, Raphael belonging to dark magic school wasn't a well-known fact within the family.

Only close family knew and since Raphael didn't particularly reveal the fact that he belonged in the dark magic school, other relatives didn't know which school he belonged to.

"Ah right. Since you're also from Einroguard you might have met these people. Even if different schools, same academy after all!"

'This guy...'

'He didn't tell.'

The dark magic school seniors looked at their junior with understanding gazes.

If he belonged to a family concerned with face, revealing that he was a member of the dark magic school could be a bit embarrassing. The seniors understood that feeling very well.

"Let's help. He is our junior after all."

"Need to match stories. But then what school did he say?"

While the seniors whispered, Bulserec suddenly asked as if just remembering.

"Come to think of it Raphael. Which school did you say you were in?"

"Well..."

Raphael blinked repeatedly at the bewildering question.

His mind went blank at the unexpected situation.

Can I hide being dark magic school? Won't the seniors be upset? What happens if I reveal it? More importantly why is that Wardanaz bastard in that identity?

Unable to watch anymore, Coholti opened his mouth.

"The junior is in the enchantment magic school."

...The problem was Coholti wasn't the only one who opened his mouth.

"Divination magic school."

"Transformation magic school..."

Other seniors also brought up decent school names they thought of to help their junior.

Thanks to this the surroundings suddenly became quiet. It was a very awkward silence.

"..."

"..."

"Ah, no. Can you take that many schools? Raphael? What if you go crazy??"

'That's too harsh.'

Yi-Han flared up inwardly.

Raphael looked at his seniors. Then looked at his friend in disguise.

A determined light flashed in Raphael's pupils.

"...Actually I'm in a dark magic school!"

"What? You take all those schools?!"

"N-no... just dark magic school..."

  *

Fortunately Bulserec didn't feel ashamed about the family prodigy learning magic in dark magic school.

Rather he was surprised to learn they were direct seniors and insisted on properly hosting them.

"Wow. He's a good person."

"Right. Gral."

"..."

Raphael sat with his head deeply bowed, needlessly embarrassed. Yi-Han spoke trying to comfort him.

"Raise your head, Raphael. He's a good relative isn't he?"

"Why are you in that state..."

"Long story."

"..."

Coholti asked not understanding.

"Why did you reveal being in the dark magic school when we tried to cover it with good schools?"

"No, but why enchantment magic school? If it’s divination magic school, Gral might have accepted..."

"Transformation magic school would be better..."

"Enchantment magic school is better. Look at the income."

"But then you get tagged as being related to Professor Verduus."

When the seniors started arguing over something really pointless, Raphael spoke urgently.

"I didn't want to hide what I've worked hard to learn until now."

"...!"

"This guy..."

The seniors sent slightly moved gazes.

To think the guy who came in ranting about destroying dark magic would show such affection for the school.

Coholti thought inwardly, not understanding.

'Why is our school so close despite having no money compared to other schools?'

Setlad Anog was also moved and put his hand on Raphael's shoulder.

"Excellent, mage."

"...Stop it..."

Raphael knocked away the hand very unpleasantly and asked.

"More importantly what brings you here?"

"I came to handle a demon summoned in the mansion. Caught it here like this."

"?!"

Raphael was shocked at the unexpected words.

But the surprise was just beginning.

"But that demon came with an angel attached, so negotiating with the angel was needed, even Senior Yukbeltire..."

"?!!!"

"Sir Anog helped too."

"Hmm."

"..."

Raphael stared mouth agape at his disguised same-year friend.

What the hell is this bastard doing?

"Negotiated with an angel?!"

"Ah right. Come to think of it the Gral family had angel blood mixed in."

Yi-Han belatedly recalled his friend's bloodline.

Was it mixed with angel blood in ancestor times?

"Sir Anog really knows everything!"

Coholti flattered while rubbing his palms. At that ugly sight Raphael looked back and forth between the two sides.

What situation was this?

'Wardanaz...! What are you really doing...!'

However there wasn't a single change in Yi-Han's, no, Setlad Anog's expression. Raphael shuddered at that cold expression.

Is this level of composure needed to be top of the year?!

"Do you have any advice about angels?"

"Advice... well..."

Raphael suppressed his urge to shout 'Stop the disguise you bastard!' and focused on thinking.

What stories related to angels were passed down in the family?

"...First, most heavenly beings are close to single-minded."

"Indeed they are."

"Though they rarely made contact usually, there are very rare cases of contracts too. Like my family's ancestor..."

Contracts with spirits, angels or demons left traces large and small on the soul.

Characteristics manifested in descendants according to the depth of those traces.

"From that perspective the most important thing is first impression."

"First impression?"

"As I said heavenly beings are stubborn. If you want to contract you must properly persuade at first meeting. Otherwise it would be difficult..."

"...What about the opposite?"

At Setlad Anog's question, Raphael hesitated.

He didn't understand what that meant.

"The opposite?"

"That is, if you don't want to contract?"

"You'd need to clearly convince them at first meeting that you're unrelated to their purpose...?"

"What should you do next time if that failed?"

"...If that failed isn't it just over? I think the angel would chase until contracting with that person."

"..."

Not getting the answer he wanted, Yi-Han turned serious.

'This bastard. Doesn't know anything.'

That inner thought seemed transmitted to Raphael too. Raphael shouted in an aggrieved voice.

"No, even with spirits it's basically impossible to contract again with the same spirit after one failed contract so why expect that only from angels..."

"Hey! Raphael! What rudeness is this!"

When Coholti pretended to scold him, Raphael nearly went crazy.

No this graduate really!

Unable to watch anymore, Direth stepped in to mediate.

"Everyone stop. More importantly why did you come here?"

"Ah. I came to prepare items to bring in for new semester. I was told they'd give me some unused magic items..."

"Items to bring in? How will you bring them in?"

The seniors wondered.

Unless around 5th year, one couldn't confidently talk about bringing items in for new semester like that.

They could be caught smuggling and stripped of everything anytime.

"Wardanaz said he'd bring them in for me."

At Raphael's answer the seniors fell silent.

And thought.

'2nd years are really damn annoying!'

No matter how precious same-school juniors they were, seeing them living happily thanks to one friend made incomprehensible jealousy surge in their hearts.

Why didn't we have such friends in our time???

  *

As the end of break slowly came into view, the 2nd year students slowly prepared their luggage.

As they always felt, no matter how much they prepared, supplies to bring into Einroguard were insufficient. Items they 'Should have brought this!' kept appearing.

"??"

Eandurde and Alhidle couldn't understand the seniors' behavior.

Though external supplies were surely prohibited, why were the seniors preparing so nonchalantly?

"Um, I have a question."

Discovering Gainando passing by, Alhidle opened his mouth.

Gainando was startled and sent a wary gaze. He worried this brilliant 1st year junior might ask difficult magic questions.

"Wh-what? For reference I'm busy."

"I'm sorry. I'll ask briefly. Do seniors have a way to bring these items in?"

"Huh? Yeah. Yi-Han said he'd bring them in. He said he got a new smuggling method? Space is plenty."

"Th-that's... amazing. Is it a favor because you two are in the same tower?"

"No? He does it for other towers too?"

"...Tr-truly amazing. Indeed... Is it just this time? For expensive compensation?"

Alhidle threw questions trying somehow to protect the world in his head.

However not knowing his desperate junior's heart, Gainando answered honestly.

"He did it last time too? He just did smuggling for free. He charges for cooking but smuggling, well..."

"..."

"..."

Gainando didn't notice his two juniors' gazes changing to jealousy and hatred.