Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 1196

Amrek leaned back suddenly, almost falling off his chair. “Wait,” he said, his voice louder than he meant it to be. “Did you just say… evil god worshippers? Another group?”

The Death Knights looked at him, their faces calm. One of them shrugged. “Yeah. The Frahrgal people. What about it?”

Amrek blinked, confused by their calm reaction. ‘Am I the strange one here?’ he thought.

Evil god worshippers were not people who could be persuaded or ordered.

Mercenaries who joined for profit without faith would be better; a true fanatic was impossible to talk to.

But to be able to issue commands to them, in a limited way, how?!

“Can, can I ask how?”

“There’s a witch, and she has a way to deceive the bishops of other evil god worshipper cults. With that, we can now issue indirect commands.”

“As I said, it’s a dangerous contract.”

Professor Voladi said again.

As a professor at Einroguard, he knew the name of the witch even if he wasn’t a black magician.

These strange beings from other worlds often led the contracted wizard to ruin.

“I contracted with sufficient caution.”

“That’s right. And you weren’t even there.”

Professor Kirmin took Lee Han’s side. The Death Knights joined in.

-You must have done well. It’s not the first time you’ve contracted with a suspicious and dangerous being.

-You get along well with Master, don’t you? There’s no need to worry.

“But that’s…”

When Professor Voladi pointed out the difference between the Skull Headmaster and the witch, the place suddenly turned into a loud discussion.

The discussion topics were ever-changing: ‘How dangerous is the witch?’ ‘Can someone who gets along well with the Skull Headmaster also get along well with the witch?’ ‘Why does Wodanaz always contract with dangerous beings?’ ‘Professor, you ran away, yet you’re making a fuss about me making a contract?’ and so on.

Amrek could only watch the conversation with a blank expression.

No…

‘Evil, is that all there is to commanding evil god worshippers?’

He naturally expected them to talk and explain it in more detail, but the wizards didn’t care, as if it was a finished story.

Ibinte felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the blank expression on the face of the Crescent Moon Knights’ knight.

‘Hee hee. You can’t help but be surprised. I understand.’

She always felt the sorrow of a normal person stuck among madmen, but with one more person added, she felt a feeling of friendship.

Amrek cleared his throat, and the wizards returned to reality. “Everyone? We were going to catch a wizard named Enster, weren’t we?”

-That’s right. What do you want to do, Professor Begrek? We will respect the professor’s choice.

“Let’s postpone mobilizing the evil god worshippers.”

Shouts of disagreement immediately poured out at Professor Voladi’s answer.

-To ignore the method that your student worked so hard to prepare! I knew it!

-You overprotective one. Think about your school days! Aren’t you ashamed!

“That guy would have rejected whatever method Wodanaz suggested!”

Lee Han stepped forward to stop the people, since he was still their teacher. “Everyone. Please calm down.”

The Death Knights and Professor Kirmin, who were excitedly booing, finally calmed down a little.

“The professor must have a reason for doing so. There must be another way to attack… Surely you didn’t postpone it because the witch is dangerous. Isn’t that right?”

Lee Han turned around and looked at Professor Voladi. The professor answered calmly. “No. That’s also one of the reasons.”

“Am I allowed to go over there?”

Lee Han asked, looking at the group that had been booing until just now.

Why did he take the side of these people when he could have just booed with them from the start?

-I’m glad you’ve finally opened your eyes. Come quickly.

“In the first place, the magic that the professor taught wasn’t that safe either.”

Thinking about it, he was even more shocked.

His lectures were so dangerous, yet he’s acting like this just because I made a contract with a witch while he was gone.

“What are you talking about?”

Professor Voladi asked, puzzled.

It was as if he didn’t understand what his student was saying.

“…It’s nothing! Haha. Anyway, there is another way, right?”

Lee Han changed the subject.

He felt like his soul would only suffer if he talked any further.

Enster was a typical magical criminal. He just hadn’t been wanted yet, but his principles of action were the same: a wizard who was fascinated by the mysteries of magic and would use any means to reach deeper and darker realms.

As magical criminals who aren’t caught usually do, Enster had built his nest quite carefully and cleverly.

First of all, the location of his workshop was like that.

Sometimes rash criminals would set up workshops in secluded places without fear, but the standard was to set them up in crowded places.

The crowds of people coming and going would act as a shield and awning. Research and experiments could be done in the basement.

Next was the defense of the workshop.

These human-sized combat dolls were quite expensive, and he could have exchanged them for gold, silver, and reagents if he wanted to, but Enster didn’t.

The more someone has taken from others, the more they must prepare for when they are taken from.

It wasn’t just the Empire’s knights or wizards that he feared. Rather, other magical criminals or remnants of evil god worshippers were more dangerous to Enster.

They wouldn’t be able to report it anywhere, so it would look like a good vault to rob. The only thing he could trust was his skill.

That’s why Enster didn’t sell the golems outside, but instead placed them densely to increase the defense of his workshop.

If an intruder were to enter, they would face a barrage of powerful firepower.

Enster checked the core of the workshop, located in the deepest part of the basement.

Finally, there was the magic circle that supplied the magic power needed for the workshop and the means of escape, which was the most important.

The mid-range teleportation scroll obtained from the ancient ruins was still intact.

Judging from the rate of weathering, the scroll would probably be ruined in about 10 years…

‘Scrolls containing strong magic are a problem because of this.’

Even if you buy a scroll from ancient ruins for a lot of money, these scrolls don’t last long when they come out.

But there was no other way. This was a kind of life insurance.

Enster checked the scroll and also checked the basement wall. This wall, which was the second escape route, was connected to another dimension, and he was planning to escape this way if the teleportation failed.

<<…Master. A new invitation has arrived…>>

At that moment, Enster felt a sensation that shook his eyes and ears.

The first floor of the workshop, which was open to the public.

A small golem disguised as Enster was placed on the first floor of this workshop. This wizard often enjoyed using such doubles.

Enster closed his eyes and switched his vision. A worker hired by the workshop was bowing politely.

“What invitation are you talking about?”

“The city’s summoning wizards are holding a small gathering, and they said they want to receive guidance from Enster…”

“Ah! I’m truly honored.”

However, contempt flashed in Enster’s eyes.

There were countless gatherings in the Empire where wizards with such poor skills gathered and exchanged worthless information.

A magical criminal like Enster couldn’t help but despise such gatherings.

They have poor skills, but they’re so proud of being wizards…

Unless he was going to participate in the gathering to kill the wizards and plunder their belongings, there was really no point in attending.

“But it’s a pity. The golems I’m working on are a little late…”

“Oh! Then I’ll tell them that.”

“I’ll have you do some work.”

After the worker left, Enster came upstairs and switched places with the golem.

Then he unfolded the city newspaper. Cities of a certain size in the Empire usually had a newspaper that covered local affairs.

Enster, who was skimming through the information with a blank expression, widened his eyes.

‘Langbern suddenly disappeared!?’

…The Order of Knights suspects wandering mercenaries in connection with the sudden disappearance of Lord Langbern… The mercenaries are protesting that Lord Langbern went hunting or something…

Of course, it could really be a surprise attack by mercenaries, or it could be a capricious hunt or trip.

But Enster felt a chill for some reason. It was because they knew each other’s old identities.

Of course, they weren’t close. Rather, they were in a hostile relationship of mutual vigilance.

There was no guarantee that one of them wouldn’t strike first to keep the secret.

So Langbern was wary of Enster in Langbern’s territory, and Enster was wary of Langbern in Enster’s territory…

…Such a disappearance.

‘Something’s wrong. Who the hell is it?’

There were too many suspects.

Starting with wandering mercenaries, there were other magical criminals, but the most suspicious right now were the remnants of the old cult.

Enster had also heard the news that the Sanguis Order had recently been revived.

Could it be that these losers are delusional and are threatening former believers to come and cooperate?

“Damn it. If they fell because they didn’t understand their place, that should be the end of it. What regrets do they have left!”

With a bang, Enster kicked the chair.

When the Sanguis Order’s faith spread in the West, this wizard also bowed down and begged for power, but that was only when the cult’s power was high and the power of faith was strong.

How much time and resources would it take for those who had collapsed so massively to revive?

And would the Empire really leave them alone in the process?

A wizard like Enster had no intention of participating in such an uncertain gamble. Only fanatics would do that.

‘If those guys are trying to find old believers and force them to cooperate, I need to prepare. Should I report them?’

Lost in thought, Enster tried to summon the demon he had recently contracted with.

Since he had barely contracted with the demon after offering expensive sacrifices, there was a high possibility that it would be helpful in times like these.

Enster cast a bewildered look at the smoke rising over the magic circle.

This had never happened to him before as a powerful summoning wizard.

It’s not that the magic failed, but that the magic succeeded and the contracted demon didn’t come out?

“What the…!”

He couldn’t have been more unlucky.

It seemed that the demon had run away, taking into account the penalty for breach of contract, or had been attacked, but the latter was very likely.

Since things felt bad lately, this misfortune felt like an omen for no reason.

“Master. I have a letter.”

“…Ah! Bring it.”

He wanted to throw the chair and tell him to get lost, but Enster remembered his reputation and held back.

He couldn’t do anything noticeable.

‘… I’m tempted, but I should postpone it. I’m afraid to go out right now. ? Trash! Do they think I owe them something? ? …No. I can’t reduce the number of golems in the workshop right now. . What kind of crazy bastard is this?’

Enster paused when he saw the last letter.

A letter that only said ‘Antagondals’ without any meaning.

What is he supposed to do? What is this…

At that moment, Enster’s memory was revived.

Magical criminal Antagondals!

He had disappeared recently, so I thought he had left the continent or died…?!