Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 818

Chapter 818

Iret felt Dirett was giving him a strange look. It was like Dirett was thinking, ‘You’re a fifth-year student being healed by a junior? Shouldn’t we just leave you?’

Yukbeltire also seemed to be looking at him, but Iret was not paying attention. He was too focused on Catton’s arm.

“Your arm is… terribly shattered.”

“That’s because of the powerful magic your junior displayed.”

Even though one of his arms was twisted and bent in a strange way, Catton smiled happily.

Iret wanted to punch him, but he stopped himself. If he did, the other two seniors might think he was attacking Catton.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It does hurt. But I’m used to pain. I trained in the punishment room.”

Iret thought to himself, “Were our punishment rooms different?”

Maybe if you failed a lot, or got strong enough, the punishment room would become more difficult.

Otherwise, how could he handle training that let him get his arm so badly broken and not be in more pain?

“May I ask about that magic?”

“Please be quiet. I need to concentrate.”

Iret wondered how he could heal the broken arm with the healing magic and alchemy he knew.

Catton, not knowing what Iret was thinking, excitedly talked about the magic he had just seen.

“Junior, was that magic you cast earlier done with spell abbreviation?”

“…I cast it without saying any words. Hey, Jahan, shut your mouth. The junior is concentrating.”

Dirett, unable to watch any longer, told Catton to be quiet.

Of course, someone who would actually be quiet when told to couldn’t possibly be a fifth-year student at Einroguard. Catton asked Dirett as if he had been waiting for this.

“Then Dirett, I suppose you can tell me.”

“…It’s a fifth-circle telekinesis spell. It’s magic that is specialized for casting quickly without saying any words.”

“Ooh!”

Catton’s eyes shone. He was excited. This magic was not just memorizing spells. It was advanced magic. It showed a deep understanding and the wizard’s own style.

“Stop moving!”

Iret snapped, annoyed when Catton excitedly tried to take notes.

Dirett, unable to watch any longer, sighed and gave some advice.

“This is bad, Iret. We should get a real healer from the healing school. This is more than just a broken bone.”

“Really? I feel bad bothering the senior healers for this…”

“That’s literally their job, Iret.”

Iret nodded at Yukbeltire’s words.

And then continued, pretending not to hear.

“I’d feel bad since it must be difficult for them.”

“I said that’s what that school is for.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I wanted to try myself first, but… it’s really hard.”

“…How about using this?”

Yukbeltire took out the stone mirror he had used in the battle earlier.

Iret was surprised.

“Are you telling me to burn off the broken arm?”

“That’s a bit much.”

Catton shook his head, troubled. Even for him, losing an arm was too much.

“Yukbeltire’s stone mirror wasn’t originally made for fighting. Of course, you can use it for fighting, but it’s originally for exploring.”

Dirett explained for Yukbeltire. He was worried that if he didn’t, Yukbeltire might get angry and cause trouble.

“It can be used to see inside objects, artifacts, and even the human body. It can also give commands. Help him fix his arm.”

As Dirett gave the command, light flowed from the stone mirror, like liquid moonlight, focusing into a bright beam that shone on Catton’s arm.

“…Attach!”

Following each instruction, Iret was amazed.

At first, he was unsure, but the stone mirror really seemed to know how to heal Catton’s arm.

The shattered arm, which he didn’t even know where to start, was slowly getting better each time he cast a spell.

‘Did they even put prediction magic in it? Prediction magic too, amazing.’

Impressed, Iret looked at Dirett and said.

“This and the bronze golem from before, you’re really amazing.”

“Right?”

Dirett felt proud for no reason when his friend was praised.

Catton, who was next to him, also wiped under his nose and felt pleased.

“That’s right. Yukbeltire is an excellent…”

“Why are you feeling pleased?”

“Because we’re in the same year.”

Yukbeltire, who had been listening silently, opened his mouth slightly.

“More advanced magic is much harder than this…”

“I’m not interested in that.”

Seeing the tips of his friend’s fingers trembling, Catton whispered to Dirett.

“He seems angry.”

“He is angry.”

After about an hour of work, Catton’s arm was somewhat back to normal.

“The rest can be healed by steadily taking healing potions for about a week.”

“Hey, you really made your junior suffer. You should know that if you have any conscience.”

Dirett scolded Catton.

A great healer like Professor Alkasis could heal this quickly. They can imagine the healed arm and use strong magic. But Iret was only a second-year student. He was not that skilled yet.

So, he had to use the stone mirror and heal it little by little with weaker healing magic. If Iret didn’t have so much magical power, he would have passed out a long time ago.

“I know. Um. Junior. If you ever need anything, call on Catton of the Jahan family, and I will help you.”

“Senior…!”

Iret was touched by his words as he puffed out his chest.

He felt like he could do anything if he had this cat-like senior with him.

“You’re talking nonsense. You’re always in the punishment room. When are you going to help?”

“Really, you probably won’t be able to help even if you want to. You’re always in punishment.”

Unlike Iret, Dirett and Yukbeltire were not fooled.

They knew that their friend would be spending more time in the punishment room once the semester started.

Catton stuttered, embarrassed by the criticism.

“I, I’m going to try not to go in this semester…”

“If you were the kind of guy who would do that, you wouldn’t have gone in in the first place.”

“I remember you saying you wouldn’t go in last year, and you said you wouldn’t go in the year before last. Will this year be any different?”

Dirett and Yukbeltire teased Catton without stopping. Catton became sad and his ears drooped.

Iret, unable to watch any longer, stepped in.

“He might be different this year.”

“Th-that’s right. This year, the junior from the Wodanaz family is helping me with my magic, too.”

“Are you proudly saying that now? You conscienceless trash.”

“Is it okay to take up so much of your junior’s time?”

Dirett, who had been teasing him, suddenly looked at his friend.

…Aren’t you one to talk?

Yukbeltire tilted his head, noticing the look.

“It’s nothing. Look ahead.”

“Of course… I am taking up the junior’s time… but I’m also teaching him swordsmanship… and now that I’ve awakened my aura, it will be even more helpful…”

“That’s right. It will be helpful.”

“Do you think so too, Junior?”

Dirett glared at Catton who was hiding behind Iret and smiling.

Even after Catton left after promising to teach him swordsmanship next time, Dirett kept glaring.

“Senior. He’s gone.”

“I glared in case he came back and said nonsense. Junior, I’m not one to talk since you’ve even awakened your aura… but don’t forget that having too many talents can be difficult.”

“I know that too.”

“I guess so. It’s really new to me now. Let’s move this duke’s barrel first.”

“A wooden barrel?”

“Huh? Ah. A wooden barrel. Duke or whatever he is now! Let’s just move it! Hurry!”

Luckily, there were no new attacks this time. The three quickly moved the wooden barrel to the Black Rock Hall’s underground workshop.

Dirett cleared his throat and waved his wand. Then the toad demon spat out the wooden barrel.

“Okay. Now we’re going to turn Duke Icardoren back to normal, but who’s going to speak…”

One was sociable but still a second-year student, and the other was a fifth-year student but was Yukbeltire.

Dirett quickly gave up and made a decision.

“I’ll speak. Even though we got permission, we kidnapped him and brought him here, so let’s be polite. Got it?”

Iret looked around the Black Rock Hall’s underground workshop. It was scary. There were prison bars for undead creatures, handcuffs and chains with blood on them, and strange tools to stop demons.

‘It seems like we’re already too far from being polite…’

It was definitely a place where he could avoid other students trying to steal the duke again.

The place was just too scary, even for his friends.

“Senior Yukbeltire. He’s still a duke, so isn’t it a bit much to keep him in a place like this?”

Iret asked another senior, not wanting to worry Dirett.

Then Yukbeltire answered immediately.

“Why? There’s nothing dangerous.”

“Haha. I see.”

‘I shouldn’t have asked.’

With the spell, the wooden barrel turned back into Duke Icardoren.

Duke Icardoren’s shoulders still shook, his face pale and sweaty, as if he could still feel the toad demon’s slime.

“Duke…”

“You crazy wizards! All you wizards should be wiped out! Now I see why anti-magic people exist!”

Dirett was embarrassed.

Honestly, it was hard to argue.

“I apologize for our students’ rudeness. But we had no choice.”

“No magic school in the empire is as rude and evil as you!”

“Duke, the sponsorship…”

“Sponsorship!? Don’t talk about sponsorship…”

“Senior, should we just call the Death Knight?”

Iret, unable to watch any longer, spoke up.

Another student had turned him into a wooden barrel, but he was yelling at the innocent Dirett.

Even if he was a duke, wasn’t he going too far?

“What did the senior do wrong to make you act like this?”

“W-well, I did trap him in the demon’s stomach…”

“Isn’t this all done with permission? If you keep doing this, I think we should call the Death Knight.”

The idea of the Death Knights scared the Duke more than anything.

“You… you… you’re a boy from the Wodanaz family.”

“…Uh, that’s right.”

“Y-yes… I thought so… were you hiding your true feelings and suspecting me…”

“That’s not what I was doing.”

Iret tried to explain.

The times Duke Icardoren and he met outside the school were just by chance.

And weren’t they having fun with each other?

Of course, the duke was a bit strange, but it seemed like both Iret and the duke got what they wanted…

“You want me to believe a student from the Spirit Magic Tower visited me for no reason? This is another lie to trick me, right?”

“No….”

Duke Icardoren trembled as if he had realized something, then closed his mouth.

He thought he would be tricked if he said anything more to Iret.

When the other person didn’t listen to anything he said, Iret hesitated and made a decision.

“Duke.”

“…?”

“Just hand over the gold coins.”

“A-alright!”

Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]

Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]

Life of a Magic Academy Mage Magic Academy Survival Guide
Status: Ongoing Native Language: Korean
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[English Translation]
Graduate student Yi-han finds himself reborn in another world as the youngest child of a mage family.
'I'm never attending school, ever again!'
'What do you wish to achieve in life?'
'I wish to play around and live comforta-'
'You must be aware of your talent. Now go attend Einroguard!'
'Patriarch!'

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