Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 702

A sharp, cold voice cut through the air. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Han jumped, startled by his senior’s icy tone. He quickly tried his excuse. “You looked cold, Senior,” Han said, trying to sound innocent.

“Are you serious?” Yukbeltire’s voice was flat, like ice cracking.

‘Huh?’ Han blinked, confused.

That excuse always worked on Professor Verdus…

Yukbeltire understood people better than Professor Verdus.

‘But why is someone like that acting like Professor Verdus?’

While Han was thinking, Yukbeltire took off the cloak and stared at him, his gaze half indifferent, half disdain.

“Put your hand on the clock again.”

“…?”

Han was surprised again.

The senior didn’t recognize him!

‘What’s this? The luck of a second-year student?’

They called it beginner’s luck for a reason.

Maybe luck was on his side, taking pity on Han, who had just started his second year.

‘It’s not over yet. I need to get out of this without raising suspicion.’

Meanwhile, Yukbeltire took out a small magnifying glass and looked at Han.

It was a magnifying glass with a special lens that recognized advanced magic, which he had made himself.

Even though wizards used magic, they couldn’t perfectly understand the flow of magic.

Even in a calm space, there were countless flows and changes of magic.

Magic flow was very complicated. Even people who were naturally good at sensing magic found it hard to understand just by feeling it.

This simple tool that Yukbeltire made allowed him to see the flow of his junior’s magic accurately.

Yukbeltire wanted to see what his junior had been doing to make the clock stop working.

Clang!

As soon as he turned it on, the lens of the magnifying glass broke into pieces.

“……”

“……”

Yukbeltire tilted his head and then cast a spell on his eyes.

“Pierce through.”

As soon as he cast >Bakwantallana’s Azure Eyes>, the information of the expanded space went straight to Yukbeltire’s brain.

Yukbeltire was bad at remembering faces. But he never forgot magic. He quickly remembered his junior’s magic.

“A second-year student from the Wodanaz family?”

“…I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else?”

Han tried one last time to deny it, sounding resigned.

Having recognized his junior, Yukbeltire was much friendlier than before.

Of course, he didn’t offer tea or snacks.

For Yukbeltire, just talking to and asking questions of his junior was very friendly.

“Have you thought about doing research?”

‘Here it comes.’

Han braced himself for his senior’s question.

Luckily, Han had an answer ready.

“Thank you, I’m honored. But I already promised someone else to help with their research. And that person said they wouldn’t forgive me if I did other research at the same time…”

“Who is this rude person?”

“Senior Dirett.”

“……”

A shadow of disappointment crossed Yukbeltire’s face.

Han was surprised because it was hard to imagine Professor Verdus looking disappointed.

“To say that to me and then try to keep you all to himself. Dirett, I’m disappointed.”

‘Don’t argue. Don’t argue.’

Han stopped himself from defending Dirett.

Dirett had told him something.

-Junior, you’re from the Blue Dragon Tower, so you might run into Yukbeltire.

-What do I do if I meet him? Should I pretend to be dead?

-That’s a good idea, but it won’t work. Yukbeltire will check your pulse right away. Just use me as an excuse.

-Excuse you? That I killed you, Senior?

-…No! Say you don’t have time to do other research because of me!

-Wouldn’t that… be too much of a loss for you, Senior?

-My life has been a loss ever since I decided on my fifth year. Nothing will change even if it increases here.

-……

-…Sorry. I shouldn’t say that in front of a junior. Anyway, using me as an excuse will work best with Yukbeltire. Oh, and whatever Yukbeltire says about me, just stay still. Don’t argue. The moment you argue, you’re done for.

Classmates called Yukbeltire ‘Verdus’s disciple,’ but he was very different from Professor Verdus.

Professor Verdus had no social intelligence, but Yukbeltire had it but didn’t use it.

He would do anything if he needed to, so you couldn’t treat him lightly. It was best to keep your mouth shut.

‘I’ll endure.’

While Han was enduring, Yukbeltire smiled coldly.

“But I’m satisfied. So Dirett has finally stopped taking care of juniors who aren’t good enough and decided to focus on his own magic… He’s in his fifth year now, so maybe he’s had a change of heart.”

‘…Would I lose if I challenged him to a duel?’

Han almost challenged his senior to a duel.

How could anyone insult Dirett like that!

Yukbeltire, not knowing Han’s thoughts, said in a chilling voice.

“If it’s because of Dirett’s research, I’ll let it go for now.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I can persuade Dirett later.”

“……”

Han suddenly felt worried about Dirett.

Professor Verdus’s way of persuading was to torment the other person until they were sick of it…

…How different could his disciple really be?

‘Maybe I really should beat this person up here!’

Yukbeltire, unaware that his junior was thinking about assassinating him, turned back to the clock.

“So, junior from the Wodanaz family… I’ve been thinking about why the clock stopped working. You said you’re taking a lot of magic classes, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s probably why.”

Yukbeltire looked at the giant clock and gave an order.

“Exclude any classes that can be replaced!”

If you were taking many magic classes, you would have many lectures.

Yukbeltire ordered that any lectures with similar content be removed.

Ting!

“……”

“……”

The clock clattered and stopped. Yukbeltire frowned slightly.

His pride as a wizard was hurt.

“I didn’t see this coming.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s my fault. I should have thought about Professor Garcia’s situation.”

“……”

Han was silent, with a complicated look.

He didn’t know whether to be happy or sad.

“Then… let’s look for magic classes that can be excluded.”

“Can you do that too?”

“Yes. I’ve added some magic that can see the future.”

“!”

Han was surprised by his senior’s words.

He had thought it was a complicated tool, but it was even more amazing than he had imagined.

It even included magic to see the future.

“How does this clock work?”

“There’s a priority. I told you about the magic classes, interests, and abilities, right? Next is talent and professor.”

“Talent and professor… Professor, you say?”

Han felt something was wrong and asked again.

He understood talent, but what about professor?

“You can think of talent as your hidden abilities. If a strange lecture comes up, it means you have talent in that area. The last is professor, which is how well you get along with your teacher. It’s hard to learn if you don’t like your teacher.”

“No way, it has that function?!”

Han looked at it in amazement.

He wondered if they should use magic like this instead of the skull headmaster’s great magic when looking for Einroguard freshmen.

“Shouldn’t we make the professor more important?”

“What are you talking about? How well you get along with the teacher is the least important thing in magic.”

Yukbeltire looked at his junior as if he were pathetic. Han became sullen.

Clatter, clatter, clatter… Ting!

“……”

“……”

The clock stopped again while they were talking.

The wrinkles on Yukbeltire’s forehead deepened slightly.

“Why is it like this this time?”

“…I guess there aren’t any magic classes you don’t have talent in. Amazing…”

Yukbeltire looked up and down at his junior with a new perspective.

He had thought he had great talent in magic, but seeing it like this, it was an absurd level of versatility.

How could he have talent in all magic classes?

“I’m sorry for not having any magic classes I lack talent in.”

“No. As I said, this is my fault. Don’t apologize.”

A great magician isn’t afraid of having flaws discovered.

The more flaws that were discovered, the more the tool would improve.

…Although it didn’t seem likely that another junior like this would appear…

“Alright. Then… let’s look for magic classes that can be excluded again! Focusing on the professors you don’t get along with!”

“!”

Han was surprised when Yukbeltire gave the order to find magic classes to exclude based on how well he got along with the professor.

‘Who is the professor I don’t get along with?’

He was curious to know who it was.

There were so many people he could guess that it made him even more…

Ting!

The clock stopped again.

“……”

“…I guess there aren’t any professors you don’t get along with.”

“This thing is broken!”

Han shouted, flustered.

What kind of crazy clock was this?

Or Yukbeltire had made a mistake in magic. What did a magician know about seeing the future?

“Do you know how much I hate some… well, some professors?”

“I’m sure. But it seems those professors don’t hate you. That’s what the results show.”

“……”

Han felt a chill run down his spine at his senior’s blunt explanation.

Thinking about the personalities of some of the professors, it wouldn’t be strange if lectures were added if he tried to avoid them.

What if this clock predicted even that?

‘Scary…!’

“I have no choice, then.”

Yukbeltire opened his mouth.

“Is there a way?”

“Exclude easy lectures that can be self-taught, and focus on difficult lectures.”

“What kind of…?”

Clatter!

The clock spewed smoke and finally finished a day’s lecture schedule.

It was a packed schedule with almost no empty spaces from morning to evening.

Yukbeltire nodded, telling him to write it down. Han wrote it down reluctantly.

“The >Wand Materials and Magic Amplification< lecture is worth learning. If you learn it, the small mistakes will be reduced when you do research. Before the lecture, bring these materials..." After writing down the schedule, Yukbeltire gave more explanations for some of the lectures. Before attending the >Tragic History of Ancient Relics and Summoning Magic< lecture, you must have at least three mental defense tools... Han, who was taking notes, felt grateful. "Thank you, Senior. I didn't expect you to explain it in detail." "I'm spending time explaining it so you can be grateful? So, do you want to help with the research now?" "No?" Even though it was evening, Han and his friends couldn't rest. They had to deal with the smuggled goods before visiting the new spaces in the tower. 'Don't put all your eggs in one basket.' Some in their rooms, some in the secret base, some in the cabin, some in the second-year lounge... With so much stuff, they might not even finish the work all evening. "Junior." "!" Han was surprised to find Dirett as he was leaving the tower. "Senior, keep your voice down!" "...Hey. You're a second-year now. You won't get in trouble for talking to me anymore." "I'll get in trouble if I meet a first-year." "What are you talking about? Can't the first-years see you?" "The rule wasn't about me." "......"