How to Live as a Magic School Wizard Chapter 1113 (1113/1114)
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fury
“Student Lee Han, you are a member of the Black Magic School…”
Professor Garcia answered instead, blushing. When Professor Boladi was about to open his mouth to make a point, Professor Garcia quickly stopped him.
“Professor, please!”
Even without him telling me, I had a feeling I knew what Professor Boladi was trying to point out.
The story would probably be something like this.
-Student Lee Han is taking classes in the Black Magic School, but he’s also taking classes in other schools… And if we really have to be specific, isn’t he closer to us than Professor Mortum?
… In fact, Professor Garcia also wanted to say that when he heard it just now.
But there was something called consideration in the world.
Professor Garcia did not want to inflict further damage on the warlock from Kalarogard, who seemed to have had a difficult life.
“also!”
“What?! You’re really a warlock?!”
“Why is there such a talent!? … Ah, no. Give me. I’m sorry. Don’t look at me.”
His colleagues apologized for their friend’s venomous gaze.
In fact, it was a bit unfair for them.
In the first place, they had no reason to say things like, ‘Why would someone with that kind of talent become a warlock?’
It was difficult for anyone but a wizard to appreciate the subtle position the Dark Arts School held within the Imperial School of Magic.
There was only one reason they knew.
It was because Joo-te kept talking next to me.
When they say things like, ‘Good people don’t want to go to the School of Black Magic’, ‘This is why Black Magicians are suffering’, ‘Sob, sob, I went to Kalaro Guard for nothing, I’m lonely’, they naturally start to think, ‘Ah, so it seems good people don’t go to the School of Black Magic’!
Lee Han, who was listening to the conversation of the adventurer party, asked with a slightly puzzled look.
“But how do you know that I belong to the Black Magic School?”
Since he had built up a certain reputation, it was not strange for him to meet people in the empire who knew him.
But it was a bit odd for someone to ask him, “Aren’t you part of the Black Magic School?”
Because rumors don’t usually spread like that.
What if there’s a great wizard from Ainrogard, or a wizard from the Wardanaz family that’s great?
“I heard it from Professor Mortum at the Warlocks’ Academy.”
“… … ”
Professor Garcia’s expression wavered.
Somehow I could guess how Professor Mortum would have bragged.
And Professor Garcia’s guess was correct.
-Collect. This new undead fusion spell is quite interesting.
-Haha. Of course. Do you know how much our Magic Tower has invested in this magic? It may soon surpass the Einrogard School of Black Magic.
-… Coloch, actually, there’s a new student at the Einrogarde School of Black Magic. I don’t know if you know.
Not even once.
-Have you seen our guild’s activities in this recent separatist uprising? Hahaha!
-… Cologne, actually, there’s a new student at the Einrogarde School of Black Magic…
-Ah, no. We didn’t even provoke you, so why are you doing this…
Professor Mortum, who had little to brag about, continued to swing his only sword.
The other warlocks were dirty and lethal, but there was nothing I could do. That sword was really sharp and powerful.
‘Hmm. This is the first time I’ve felt like leaving the Einrogarde School of Dark Magic.’
Lee Han thought to himself.
I didn’t think about leaving when I was filling the school’s coffers with Senior Diret because the school was short on money, but I was very ashamed when I heard about what Professor Mortum did outside.
Why is it that the professor brags but Lee Han feels ashamed?
While Lee Han was suffering, Ju-te, who was organizing his thoughts, stopped.
Without realizing it, another thought occurred to me.
“… Wait! So… Then, could it be that the reason the wizards of the cone-shaped magic tower are doing this… is not to invite the professors, but to invite the students of this dark magic school?!”
“That’s… um… uh… ah… yes… that’s right.”
Professor Garcia, who had been trying to somehow defend the honor of the cone-shaped tower, eventually admitted it after hesitating.
How can I change the subject here?
Those words startled not only the other adventurers but also the knights.
“No, are you going to do this much for one student? Is this how the Magic Tower is usually like?”
“I wonder what this old knight knows about wizardry, but isn’t this a bit too much… Shouldn’t we respect the wizard’s personal will and persuade him instead of trying to entice him like this?”
Professor Garcia felt ashamed at the words that were so true.
Just as Lee Han felt ashamed on behalf of Professor Mortum, Professor Garcia also felt ashamed on behalf of the magicians of the Cone Tower.
“That, that. It’s not like that normally. This time it’s a bit of an exception. Please understand the wizards of the Cone-li Tower.”
Iliane, a colleague of Jute’s who had been listening, expressed her admiration with a voice of admiration.
“That wizard is truly amazing. If you look at it one way, it seems like he’s trying to take his disciple away, but instead of stopping him, he lets him go.”
“I’m not sending it to you.”
Professor Garcia immediately straightened his face for the first time today. Even the adventurers and knights who had been through many hardships were startled by his fierce aura and straightened their postures.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Oh, no… I’m sorry. What did I do…!”
Professor Garcia reflected deeply.
What kind of disgrace is this just because of a single word muttered by the other person?
In fact, if we trace back the shameful behavior of the wizards of the cone-shaped tower, it was due to the evil trickery of the skeleton headmaster.
How resentful must the magicians of the Cone Tower have been, having been defrauded for two generations.
Either way, Jute was so moved that he almost shed tears.
“I can’t believe a student of the Black Magic School is treated like this!!”
“… … ”
“… Over there, Jute. That…”
Orc warrior Illyane was about to say, ‘I understand how you feel, but I still don’t think it’s mentally healthy to be so obsessed with the activities of other warlocks and feel vicariously satisfied with them.’
It was because my friend was so deeply touched.
‘Let’s just leave it alone.’
‘That’s right. When will Jute be that happy?’
Lee Han felt very awkward because the atmosphere was flowing differently than he had expected.
Actually, I should have revealed earlier that I was taking classes at the academy, but I think it was because I didn’t.
“Um… um… can I dispose of this artifact now?”
“Oh! Please do so!”
Lee Han called out to Apazragon, who had been standing there blankly for a while.
This angel, who had an awkward physical form made of a lump of meat, waited blankly for a while before turning his head at Lee Han’s call.
“Aphazragón. Do you have any advice on how to deal with the spirit trapped inside?”
If the sword was originally made by an angel, the story would have been told by stabbing it into the relic and damaging it, but now that it was revealed that the sword’s creator was a different race, that strategy was blocked.
Could this angel have another strategy?
“there is.”
“Oh. What is it?”
“Here, we form a siege with wizards and knights, then open the relic and draw out the spirits inside.”
“What next?”
“Surround and attack.”
“… … ”
Lee Han looked at the angel in bewilderment. Joo Te, who was moved to tears, also looked at the angel in bewilderment.
What kind of strategy is that??
Even a five-year-old could come up with the ‘surround them and beat them up’ strategy.
But Apasragon was confident. He gave the best advice he could.
“… That’s not wrong…”
Lee Han looked at the strong figures next to him.
Professor Boladi, Professor Garcia…
“Hey, Lee Han. Are you sure you’re not calculating my power right now?”
Professor Garcia was slightly embarrassed.
Despite his size, Professor Garcia was not very confident in fighting. Perhaps he was an assistant.
“Oh. Of course. I didn’t put it in.”
“Phew. Thank you.”
“You didn’t put it in?”
Apazragon asked as if it was strange.
From an angel’s common sense perspective, it would have been strange not to have a wizard with that level of strength in their force.
Lee Han gave him a look telling him to be quiet. Apazragon became even more confused.
The actions of mortals sometimes confused the angels so much.
Is this confusion the path to enlightenment?
“Professor Bagreg. What do you think about solving this problem through force?”
‘Oops. Did I ask for nothing?’
Lee Han felt a little regretful after asking.
I should have asked someone less aggressive…
“It won’t be bad.”
Professor Boladi nodded coolly.
It wasn’t necessarily because Professor Boladi was a bloodthirsty murderer, but because it was a situation that was truly worth a try.
As it was inside the cone-shaped tower, there was plenty of space to weaken and confine the spirits.
Even if you mobilize knights and adventurers to create a siege, you can easily subdue a spirit of kingly rank.
“Then, just in case, I will also tell the wizards of the cone-shaped magic tower.”
“Wait a minute. Student Lee Han.”
“?”
When Lee Han tried to call the magicians who were performing a bizarre relaxation ritual at the lake, Professor Garcia quickly stopped him.
I was a little worried that my disciple might go on an errand and not return.
“Would anyone else like to go besides Lee Han?”
“…professor…”
“What? Why?”
* * *
Among the spirits, it was often said that the spirit of fire was particularly violent and ferocious. When you consider the properties of fire itself, this wasn’t entirely wrong.
Among them, there was one spirit that was particularly aggressive, and this spirit wandered around the realm and started many fights.
Despite being a nuisance to many spirits due to his cunning as well as his brute force, this spirit did not stop.
As he continued to cause fights and burn down territory, the spirit soon earned this title.
General Hwacheon Zbagni!
Saratan, the spirit of the tree that made a contract with Lee Han, was also a violent person, but the scale of the damage caused by the two was overwhelmingly different.
Saratan was belligerent, but at least he didn’t pick a fight with spirits that didn’t clash with him.
When he got angry, he would beat up everything, but when he calmed down, he wouldn’t cause any more accidents.
However, this Hwacheon General acted as if he had condensed the violent nature of ‘fire’.
He attacked even the spirits he didn’t collide with, and set the area on fire regardless of whether he was angry or not. Unlike the sealed Saratan, this Hwacheon General had so many enemies that he would have been annihilated if he had been captured in the spirit world.
hmm?
Zvagni reacted with surprise when the relic that had been imprisoning him was suddenly released.
Any other spirit might have been curious or wondering about the current situation, but Zvagni prepared something else instead.
It was a surprise attack.
If the opponent dies, it’s good, and even if he doesn’t die, there’s no harm done, right?
The spirits’ tongues flickered and turned into spears that shot out. I felt the power of a being that was on a different level from the flame spears that ordinary fire magicians used.
But things didn’t go as Zvagni had hoped. As the spear cut through the air, Zvagni laughed, shaking off the chains of the relic.
What the heck, those wizards opened it to finish me off?
“Which spirit is it?”
The wizards holding the spirit-related books immediately shouted.
“Let me check for a moment… General Hwacheon! It’s General Hwacheon!”
“General Hwacheon?!”
The magicians behind him were also stirred by the title of a much bigger figure than expected.
Are you surprised that I’m weaker than you thought? Well, I was bitten by a dragon and attacked by an evil spirit, so wouldn’t it be stranger if I still had my strength intact? If you want, I can give you some time. Then I can show you my original strength.
“Never let your guard down.”
Matapju Eulrangdam immediately issued a warning.
Even though its power had been greatly weakened, such a spirit was something that could never be let down. It was difficult to predict what it would do.
If it were any other spirit, they would have chosen to surrender or compromise, but Zvagni had none of that.
Zvagni smiled like a kind grandfather, but there was a menacing sparkle in his eyes.
It didn’t matter whether he was defeated here and summoned back to the spirit world or destroyed. Zvagni planned to burn as many prey as possible before then.
… Wait. What are you?
Zvagni, who was about to rush in, spoke to Lee Han in a voice that seemed absurd.
What kind of wizard is that guy that he has so many spirits hanging around and even has stars in his hands?
