Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 1150

The guild members arrived and stopped. It was very quiet.

Everyone closed their mouths, like they had made a promise.

Finally, one of the guild members spoke quietly.

“A giant… really,” he said.

“…And a siren too…” another added.

The guild members had wondered what the letter meant. Now, they knew Yihan hadn’t lied. There really was a giant and a siren!

Yihan was happily playing with the giant and siren. He stopped when he saw the guild members.

“Oh. What brings you here?” Yihan grinned, holding a small stone hammer in his hand.

-Woo! The show stopped! We’re losing strength!

-We’ll sing instead!

The sirens flapped their fins. Water sprayed high, droplets catching the sunlight and then splashing Yihan’s face. He quickly dodged and said,

“I’ll keep playing, so you both don’t need to worry! I’m sorry, but please wait a moment. I’ll finish this task and then go.”

“P-Please, take your time. We’ll be looking around,” one of the guild members replied.

Seeing how hard they were working, the guild members didn’t want to bother them. Instead of talking to Yihan, the stonemason guild members decided to check the completed parts of the lighthouse themselves.

“Greetings,” one of the guild members said.

“…Hey! Enchantment Magic Department! The client is here!” someone shouted.

Sigunting was doing the plastering inside. He urgently called his senior.

“Senior, the stonemason guild members have arrived. What should we do? Should we hide things, just in case?” Sigunting asked nervously.

“Sigunting, Professor Verdus isn’t handling this request. There’s no need to hide anything,” his senior replied calmly.

Einrogard students usually hid things when clients came. It wasn’t necessarily because they had done something wrong, but there was no harm in hiding things just in case. Especially when they *had* done something wrong, this habit was even more helpful.

The Enchantment Magic Department, especially Professor Verdus’s projects, were often strange. Professor Verdus sometimes ignored what the client wanted. So, Sigunting thought about hiding things, just in case.

“R-Really?” Sigunting asked.

“Yes. It’s earlier than expected, but not late.”

“What if the durability is not good enough or if we missed something?”

“I checked everything carefully this morning. There was nothing.”

Sigunting sighed in relief at Anpagon’s firm answer. The senior was reliable because he was thorough.

“Wait, did you check without sleeping this morning?”

“No. Wodanaz did it. He went out and checked this morning.”

‘Isn’t this guy going to collapse?’ Sigunting wondered.

Taking courses from all departments meant that Wodanaz was stronger than the average wizard, but even so, this guy was really…

“Is anyone there?” a guild member called out.

“I’m coming down now!” Sigunting replied.

Sigunting quickly grabbed the thick rope and slid down, his boots thumping on the wooden planks below. He saw another friend signaling, ‘Should I bring a fainting or hallucination potion?’

Sigunting waved his hand, saying, ‘I’m still fine,’ meaning he didn’t need a potion.

“Is everything alright? We’re still on schedule. You know, clients usually don’t visit so early…” Sigunting frowned slightly. He tried to hint that they weren’t really expected yet.

The guild members knew this, but…

“We heard that giants and sirens were helping, so we came to see.”

“…Ah!” Sigunting understood. He would have visited too.

‘If that’s the reason, then it can’t be helped.’

“Wodanaz was very friendly. It was strange for someone in their department. He was friends with giants, sirens, Professor Verdus, Yukbeltire, and even dragons!” Sigunting explained.

‘Is that even possible?’ one of the guild members thought.

‘I think there was a strange example in there,’ another added.

The stonemason guild members looked at each other, dumbfounded. They could see many things that were odd.

“W-Well, I see… Anyway, it’s very surprising.”

“Would you like to check it out while you’re here?” Sigunting asked, pointing to the lighthouse.

Since Anpagon had checked everything, Sigunting felt confident. The stonemason guild members seemed to feel that confidence as well. The guild members smiled.

“It seems the work is going very well.”

“Heh heh. That’s right.”

“Only a very confident wizard would invite us to check so early,” one guild member said. “That Professor Verdus…”

“Let’s stop that story,” another guild member interrupted.

There was no need to mention the accidents that had happened in the past.

“Yes. That’s right. Where should we look… It seems that magic has already been cast on the outer wall of the entrance here. It doesn’t shake even when pushed.”

The stonemason guild members were impressed by the Einrogard students’ fast work.

The outer wall of the entrance needed a lot of magic and reagents, making it hard to finish early. But the work was already finished.

“?” Sigunting paused.

Huh?

“…What is it? Did anyone work here?”

“We decided to do it all at once at the end,” a friend replied, looking confused.

Sigunting called his senior, feeling flustered.

“Senior Anpagon! Did you work here?”

“Can’t you see that I’m working on the ceiling? When would I have done that?” Anpagon replied sharply.

“…Perhaps you secretly went out and did it this morning like Wodanaz?” Sigunting regretted asking.

Anpagon wasn’t an idiot. Why would he do such a thing?

“Am I Wodanaz?” Anpagon asked.

“That’s right… I’m sorry. Then perhaps Wodanaz did it this morning?”

“That’s not it. He couldn’t have done it, considering the other tasks he did this morning.”

The stonemasons nearby frowned, listening to the students. What were they talking about?

“Isn’t it weird?” Sigunting asked loudly. “A student from Wodanaz working before dawn? Did anyone see who it was?”

He nudged a few older students. “Come on, own up! Who was showing off their early bird skills?” But everyone shook their heads.

“Huh,” Sigunting sighed. “Work’s done, but nobody did it?”

The puzzle finally reached Falcrius and Jarun in the dimly lit basement. Dust motes danced in the air as they chipped away at stone.

Falcrius looked up, grinning. “Wodanaz, you sneaky thing! Was that you working this morning?”

“No,” came the reply.

“Aw, shame!” Falcrius chuckled. “I was hoping it was Wodanaz showing off again!”

Jarun just rolled his eyes at Falcrius’s teasing. The stonemasons exchanged confused glances. *Students,* one muttered under his breath. *Always making things complicated.*

“Phew. Could it possibly be senior Yukveltire?”

“Yes?”

Not only Sigunting but even Jarun were dumbfounded by Falcrius’s words.

What is he even saying?

“Hahaha! Just kidding! There’s absolutely no way!”

Sigunting burst into laughter at Falcrius’s joke. Even Jarun’s lips slightly curved upwards.

Of course, the stonemason guild members couldn’t laugh at all.

‘What is he even saying?’

Jarun, who had been quietly listening, opened his mouth.

“Isn’t it some kind of primal magic phenomenon?”

“Primal magic?”

Magic that is not part of the usual magic system.

Various magics, starting from ancient magic, fell into this category. These types of magic were all different. But they were mostly hard to understand or explain.

“There were giants roaming around here, sirens roaming around, dragons roaming around, and…”

“Hmm. It was originally a place occupied by the Mad Forest, too.”

Jarun nodded at Falcrius’s words.

It might not be strange if primal magic happened. They hadn’t figured out what it was yet. Especially because rare creatures were here and fighting.

“Junior Wodanaz even subdued a giant with music magic.”

Many things could have caused this primal magic.

Giants, sirens, an angry Professor Verdus, senior Yukveltire working against his will, dragons, the junior’s performance…

Jarun nodded and said.

“There’s only one way to confirm this. Falcrius.”

“Phew. I thought so too. We break the outer wall near the entrance and repeat exactly what happened.”

“Yes. Then we’ll be able to figure out what the cause was.”

“…Student Wodanaz! Student Wodanaz! It would be good if you came here for a moment!”

The stonemason guild members were deeply grateful that they had visited here today.

Otherwise, these crazy Einroguard students would have messed up our work just to check something silly!

The remaining work was completed before the end of the weekend.

With all obstacles removed and different races joining forces to help, the speed increased even further.

Ihan, who had built a perfect structure at a speed that would go down in Einroguard history, expressed his gratitude to his seniors.

“Thank you, everyone.”

“We also had fun, Wodanaz. We will never accept a request where we can work this fast again.”

“Yes?”

“Ah. My true feelings came out. Sorry. It was too hard.”

“……”

Some seniors expressed dissatisfaction with the harsh schedule, but more seniors than expected didn’t care.

If you were to nitpick about the quality of life in Einroguard, there would be nothing you could do.

If a request came with generous compensation and could be completed in a compressed amount of time, it had to be appreciated.

“That guy is a third-year, but he’s less mature than a second-year.”

“Leave him be. Phew. He’ll realize it when he becomes a fourth-year.”

-We also had fun!

The giants shouted cheerfully.

They came, ate their fill, and sang happily, so the giants had nothing to feel bad about.

When even the giants gave their impressions, everyone present turned their gaze to the river.

All that was left were the sirens.

-……

Parthenope really didn’t want to write it, but she wrote on the stone tablet that they also had fun.

Some of the sirens behind her couldn’t overcome their resentment and sobbed.

“The siren is crying?”

“It seems like they’re crying because they’re sad to part ways! It’s the first time I’ve seen a siren like that. How close are they, really…”

The sirens gritted their teeth at the seniors’ whispering.

They had to leave this place quickly to avoid hearing the evil chirping of those wizards.

Ihan felt sorry when he saw the sobbing sirens and said.

“If there’s a request like this next time, I’ll definitely call…”

Splash!

The sirens quickly disappeared. The seniors advised Ihan.

“Since they’re so sad, it would be good to invite them next time, Wodanaz.”

“That’s right. Sirens are originally a grumpy and ill-tempered race. You never know what they’ll do if you build up resentment.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Certainly, sirens were as picky a race as giants.

Even if you’re friendly now, if you act carelessly based on that alone, your relationship might sour later.

The seniors who finished the work greeted each other happily and returned to their respective main buildings. Some seniors returned via the river, and some seniors transformed into giant birds and flew away.

And Jarun rummaged through the ground, looking for soft terrain. To break through at once and go underground, it was better not to have solid bedrock.

“Senior.”

“!”

Jarun jumped at the eerie voice of his junior.

He was a dangerous guy to begin with, but after being attacked by a flock of paper birds, his wariness had tripled.

“Wh-what! What’s wrong?”

“Ah, no. I’m just grateful that you came this time. Please accept this.”

Ihan said sincerely.

Jarun, an excellent transformation magician and member of the Stonemason Club, contributed greatly to the work.

And this senior’s greatest strength was that he had no friends.

Since there was no time wasted by other seniors chattering, the amount of work was almost doubled.

Jarun received his junior’s gift without lowering his guard. When he opened the package, a long, dimensional astrolabe surprisingly revealed itself.

He didn’t know who made it, but it was a very excellent artifact. So much so that even Jarun was impressed.

“Isn’t your research dimensional transformation golden observation collection? I brought it because I thought it would be helpful.”

“…Where did you get this? These things don’t sell well.”

“I took it from Professor Verdus’s warehouse, but that’s not very important.”

Jarun, who had been marveling, nodded. Certainly, that wasn’t very important.