Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 513

Lee Han stared at Headmaster Skull. He couldn’t understand why they were throwing stones at each other.

Headmaster Skull stared back, looking just as confused as Lee Han.

Headmaster Skull looked at him, a little annoyed. “Are you really that slow to understand? It’s not that hard to grasp.”

“Well, why are they throwing stones at each other?”

“Why play chess, card games, or polo then? Because it’s enjoyable, naturally.”

Headmaster Skull clicked his tongue, looking at Lee Han with dislike.

“Think about it. Isn’t there even one person you’d like to throw a stone at?”

Lee Han looked at Headmaster Skull without meaning to. Headmaster Skull spoke coldly. “Why are you looking at me?”

“I was just looking to answer the question, Headmaster.”

“Anyway, it’s not particularly strange to let out pent-up frustration by throwing stones. Of course, it’s not exactly dignified or intelligent… but far more foolish things happen in the Empire.”

The Saint Iactus Festival happened like this:

People gathered, divided into teams, and threw stones at each other until only one side was left standing.

“‘What a crazy festival.”

Lee Han wished he hadn’t criticized Gainando when he suggested a detective festival.

Compared to this, the detective festival was wonderful.

“Wait, Headmaster. I can understand the people outside, but this is a place of learning, a place for the Empire’s greatest minds. Surely this kind of festival isn’t held here?”

“It’s the most popular.”

It’s the most popular.

“……”

Lee Han watched the students below. *This was Einrogard? The most respected magic school in the Empire?* He felt a wave of disbelief, then a touch of scorn for his seniors. *Were they really wasting their time like this? Einrogard’s lessons were hard, but clearly, they missed something important.*

“Headmaster, it seems the seniors have too much free time. How about making the lessons harder like I did?”

“I’m serious, you know. Sometimes you give me the creeps.”

Even before wicked dragons or Imperial inspectors, Headmaster Skull hadn’t felt particularly nervous, but there was something about this student’s madness that sometimes sent shivers down his spine.

“Junior, I understand a joke…”

‘Not joking.’

“Only a genius like you could handle such a course. Most would die.”

“Even if they d…”

“More importantly, there are the students who will get hurt because of the festival.”

“Don’t give up! Do your best! You can do it!”

Headmaster Skull cheered on the healing magic students without meaning it.

This week’s festival was a nightmare for the healing magic students.

Students injured from throwing stones at each other would come flooding in…

“Do your best, seniors! You can do it!”

Lee Han also cheered them on, sensing the mood.

Phil and Chil smiled weakly and thanked him.

“Thanks.”

“Still, it’s a relief to have a reliable junior like you with us.”

“…?”

Lee Han felt a strange feeling of unease at his senior’s words.

With us?

“I’m doing it too?”

“Yes? Of course.”

“Can I do it?”

“You’re already good at Lesser Laceration Healing. That’s enough. You’ll need to learn a few more things, but once you’ve mastered that, you can learn other spells.”

Lee Han already knew Lesser Wound and Laceration Healing. This meant he could be put to work right away.

The healing magic school always needed more people, so they wouldn’t let Lee Han go.

Sensing his tragic fate, Lee Han tried to resist a little.

“But the seniors have Einrogard’s magic on them, so I can’t see them, can I?”

“Here. Wear these glasses.”

Headmaster Skull kindly placed emerald glasses on Lee Han’s face.

It was an artifact that let him see through the powerful magic that blocked people’s sight of the seniors.

“…Thank you.”

Lee Han seriously thought about joining the Saint Iactus Festival for a while, just to throw some stones and leave.

The talking book, known to the healing magic students as the ‘devil of the healing room,’ flapped its pages wildly and screeched at them.

“Make more anesthetic potions! We’ll need two more crates!”

The students worked hard to pile up the powerful anesthetic potions called ‘Lagrinde’s Anesthetic Potion.’

Normally, these secret potion recipes were not easily shared, but Professor Alcasis had no worries about teaching such things to his students.

Because of that, the students had to work harder to make more difficult potions.

“Pile the regeneration potions over here! Hurry, hurry! We need to have time to watch the Saint Iactus Festival!”

The talking book glanced at the healing room window.

From the window, they could hear shouts and the *thwack* of stones hitting shields. Dust rose in small clouds from the courtyard below as students *hurled* rocks at each other.

-Die, you blue worm bastards!

-The white lynx bastards got cocky because they weren’t hit. Attack!

For the talking book, who was of demonic origin, such a festival was sure to be enjoyable.

Of course, the aftermath was a bit annoying, but considering the enjoyment, it was bearable.

The Blue Dragon Tower students summoned magical shields in the air to block the stones, then sent them flying back with magic.

As if to prove that the years spent learning at Einrogard were not wasted, the stones that had been lying on the ground instantly floated into the air and flew like shrapnel.

The White Tiger Tower students reacted a little differently. Instead of creating a force field in the air to defend, they chose to strengthen their bodies and dodge directly.

As they quickly moved out of range and avoided the attack, the talking book flapped its pages in delight.

“Yes, yes! Press them!”

Originally, the festival was about throwing stones, but if excellent wizards joined, ‘throwing stones’ became more diverse.

When the White Tiger Tower students kicked rocks and sent them flying into the opposing formation like catapults, one of the Blue Dragon Tower students quickly chanted a spell.

The flying rock turned into sand and scattered in the wind.

“That spell already! It’ll use a lot of mana… What are they going to do when the real battle starts?”

As if in response to that, the Black Tortoise Tower students appeared behind the White Tiger Tower students.

The Tortoise Tower students, who had brought magical ballistae, began to fire stones at the backs of the White Tiger Tower students.

-Did you get bought out by the worms?! You trash bastards!

-You thought we’d just let it go after you raided our warehouse last time?

-You raided the worms’ warehouse too!

-They paid money back. Die!

“Excellent, excellent!”

“Um…”

“Didn’t I tell you to make potions?”

Called from behind, the talking book turned around, annoyed.

However, it wasn’t the healing magic school students behind him.

“You? Have you come to talk about Gonadaltes?”

The talking book recognized Lee Han and was pleased.

Wasn’t this the student who had a pleasant conversation with him while cursing Headmaster Skull when he came to the healing room last time?

Seeing him come this time in good condition, he must have come to curse Headmaster Skull again.

“That wouldn’t be bad… but I came to work today.”

“To work?”

The talking book was puzzled.

It was a little awkward for a demon to say this, but healing magic was more dangerous if a clumsy magician did it recklessly.

The healing room was a whirlwind of shouts and hurried footsteps. Injured students from the festival crowded the tables, groaning and calling for help. In the middle of it all, a talking book floated in the air, its pages rustling impatiently.

The talking book floated closer to Phil and Chil, its pages flipping as if it was frowning. “Even if you are desperate for help,” it rustled, its voice like dry leaves whispering, “bringing a first-year student? Are you sure this is wise?”

Seeing the book’s doubtful look, Phil and Chil quickly stepped forward, almost tripping over each other.

“No, no, that’s not why!” Phil exclaimed, waving his hands.

Chil nodded eagerly. “We really can pull our weight! We just need… well, every little bit helps, right?”

The talking book remained unconvinced. “Hmm,” it murmured, its pages still slightly turned down. “It certainly doesn’t *look* like it.”

“Really, being generous, can you at least do laceration healing?”

Stab and cut wounds were among the most common injuries at this festival.

“Yes.”

“Oh? What about fracture healing?”

Broken or sprained injuries were also common at this festival.

It was more difficult than laceration healing, but this much…

“I can do that too.”

“Really??”

The talking book was genuinely surprised.

At this rate, he might really be an asset.

“What about the Lesser Life Infusion or Pain Anesthesia spells?”

Phil and Chil hesitated.

They weren’t sure if their junior could do that much.

“I can’t do those.”

Lee Han answered instead, and the two looked disappointed.

“Oh, no…!”

“If we had just a little more time…!”

‘Oh? Are they going to send me away?’ Lee Han wondered, feeling confused by the sudden change in the air.

If he was going to be kicked out for being unqualified, he would act as regretful as possible…

“Well, if you can already do laceration and fracture healing, you’ll quickly learn Life Infusion and Pain Anesthesia. I’ll teach you.”

“……”

Lee Han hid his sullen expression and followed the talking book.

And he succeeded in casting Lesser Life Infusion and Pain Anesthesia at once.

“Ugh, those guys are so cowardly, using enchanted stones to hit us…!”

“I told you not to hold such a ridiculous festival!”

“B-but we can’t just not do it.”

Phil and Chil, along with the healing magic students helping them, scolded the students who came to the healing room as they treated them.

If they were close friends, even sharper criticisms were exchanged.

“Aaaargh! Anesthesia! Where’s the anesthesia?!”

Phil quickly dabbed a wound with a cloth, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“We’re out of potions, so just bear with it.”

“What about that one over there?!”

“That’s a different potion.”

“You’re doing this on purpose… Aaaargh!”

‘Oh.’

Lee Han’s eyes sparkled as he helped from the side.

He had thought the healing magic school was just a losing school, but it had unexpected strengths.

If there was someone who didn’t listen…

“Junior. Bone!”

“Yes.”

Lee Han raised his wand. A soft blue light glowed at the tip as he spoke the words of the spell. The light flowed towards the injured senior’s leg, and the bone seemed to knit itself back together.

As the bone reattached and the pain disappeared, the injured senior who had been lying still stared intently at Lee Han.

“……”

And then he suddenly started shaking and yelling.

“No!! No!!!”

“?”

“I can’t go to the punishment room now! The magic wore off! Hey! Phil! What are you doing! Help me!”

“…We’re doing this with the headmaster’s permission.”

“……”

The injured student, who had been shaking and yelling, suddenly stopped. He lay still, looking embarrassed.

“Th-that so?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t keep talking to me. You’ll end up in the punishment room.”

Phil warned his friend.

Even if they had permission, it wouldn’t be good if the senior kept talking to him.

“It’ll be alright.”

“Really?”

In fact, Lee Han didn’t know if it would be alright or not, but he was planning to glean as much information as possible while he was treating the seniors.

Of course, the situation wasn’t favorable.

“Ugh! Those crazy Dark Arts students…! Using undead for ambushes??”

“……”

“Those who use transformation magic should just be locked up in the punishment room! Those cowardly bastards disguised themselves as our tower and snuck in…!”

“……”

The injured students cursed other towers and other schools in various ways.

And they were startled and shook every time they saw Lee Han.

“No! Magic! Cast magic on me!”

“Chil, you’re going to the punishment room with him if this keeps up!”

“……”

Lee Han silently anesthetized the pain, healed the wounds, and infused life. When he had spare time, he made potions with the seniors.

The healing magic seniors who were moving with him looked at Lee Han with bloodshot eyes.

“Junior.”

“You’re… too good for us.”

“It’s nothing, seniors.”

Lee Han cursed the Skull Headmaster in his mind instead.

‘What is it?’

He had been feeling a flow of magic from his pocket for a while now.

He looked at the Basilisk, but it was fast asleep, tied to his body.

The culprit soon emerged. It was the bundle of paper artifacts they had received from the Tower of Trials.

When he unfolded the paper, someone had already written quite a bit on it.

-Anyone participating in the Saint Iactus Festival this time?

-Wardahnaz, you’re participating too, right?

-Hey, Wardahnaz, you’re not ignoring me, are you? Did I do something wrong?

-Ah, well, you’re always busy.

-Still, Wardahnaz, you’ll participate, right? I think you’ll participate? Want to bet on something?

-You’re not scared, are you?

The handwriting was the same, so it seemed like one person had written it. Lee Han picked up a quill pen that was next to him and wrote a reply.

-Angrily. Tell anyone around you participating in the Saint Iactus Festival that I’ll break their legs.