Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 1033

The Great Artist stopped pacing and stared at the youngest student. His masked face was still hard to read, but his voice was tight with worry. “That’s a strange thing to say,” he said slowly.

*No one* in their right mind would claim that. The Great Artist thought about all the terrible enemies they had faced. Could the youngest student be losing his mind without even realizing it? Had the darkness finally touched him too?

“I really have met him.”

Lee Han felt wronged.

He really had used [Kairos’s Scepter] to meet the young Headmaster Skeleton from a past dimension.

When Lee Han told him about the young Headmaster Skeleton he had met, the Great Artist felt sick.

“Gack. Gaaack.”

“…Ah, no. Are you really being sick?”

“Does this *look* fake to you? Seriously? I felt like my ears and soul were being insulted and contaminated.”

The Great Artist shuddered and snapped his fingers. The inside of his mouth, which had been irritated by the stomach acid, returned to normal.

“Whew.”

The Great Artist walked around the chamber once, then sighed again.

“Whew.”

The Great Artist walked around the chamber twice.

“…Can I leave?”

“Wait, just wait a moment.”

The Great Artist stopped Lee Han and made a request.

Originally, the artist planned to collect hundreds of drawings of Headmaster Skeleton.

Even with the help of primal magic and the power of the unique world, it was not easy to breathe a soul into something that wasn’t alive.

One drawing was not enough. Maybe thousands, even tens of thousands, would be needed.

“If that’s the plan, do you need my help?”

“I understand the problems better when I work by myself.”

The artist also needed other people’s ideas.

The artist could only think of so many things about Headmaster Skeleton.

Because he hated him so much, he might be biased.

If they created something twisted, with only one side, it would be better not to do it at all.

“It needs to be as detailed and different as possible. That’s how it will become complete.”

“Indeed… Ah. Should I call the professors?” Lee Han asked carefully, worried about the professors outside.

Since they had all learned from Headmaster Skeleton, they could add new ideas based on what they knew.

“I’ve already taken everything from the past, so there’s no need to call them.”

‘Oh.’

The Great Artist was a Great Wizard for a reason.

If he needed anything from the traitors, he would have taken it before cutting them off.

“So, I was going to listen to what you think that madman looks like… but I can’t believe it at all.”

Headmaster Skeleton warmly welcoming and politely taking care of students from the future.

The artist felt like his body was twisting and his brain was being destroyed by the terrible idea.

“But… but. But, but…”

‘How many times are you going to say ‘but’?’

“…If that’s true, it will really help my work. What I want is a good and honest Great Wizard from the past.”

Finally getting over the shock, the artist bit his lip hard and got ready.

If Lee Han was right, it would definitely help the artist’s work.

He wanted to create a good and honest image of Headmaster Skeleton in his drawings. He planned to show many different sides of him. But if Lee Han was right, and a good version of the Headmaster already existed…

…It was hard to believe, but if it existed, he shouldn’t ignore it.

“Then let’s begin. Now… when you met that young Headmaster Skeleton, you said you talked about the magic school?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of magic school did he have in mind? A school of good wizards with strict rules?” The Great Artist tried to guess.

“Uh. No. He was thinking of a warm and loving place.”

“……I see. Next…”

“Are you alright?”

“You don’t have to worry.”

However, the artist stumbled. Lee Han was a little worried.

“What was the young Headmaster Skeleton doing there? Was he fighting to take over more land?”

“No. He was ashamed of being royalty and hid it. He created a secret group to stop suffering and helped people…”

“Stop! Stop!” The artist screamed, his voice full of pain.

He couldn’t believe it.

“That even that madman had such a time. Then why did I meet a violent madman? If I had been lucky, I could have learned from a good madman!”

“…I agree!” Lee Han answered without thinking.

The Great Artist, full of emotion, hugged Lee Han and cried.

“Such a strange past… to think there was such a strange past…! Then why did the other students have to suffer so much!”

“…Cheer up! Senior, you are doing something that no one else has done. You are helping all the students!” Lee Han said. He could feel the senior’s pain and sadness.

The artist was deeply moved by Lee Han’s support.

This comfort was something that only someone who had been through the same hell could offer.

“…Thank you. I will not forget this. Even if you become a professor, I will not treat you like a traitor.”

“……” So, he was going to do that?

While Lee Han was surprised, the artist regained his senses and kept asking about the story.

Listening to Lee Han’s stories gave him a lot of ideas.

‘How strange.’

The artist was struck by a new feeling.

Several students had learned magic from Headmaster Skeleton, and some were ambitious, but he had never heard of anyone talking to Headmaster Skeleton’s younger self like this.

Could it be because Lee Han was following the path of destiny to inherit the task without wanting anything for himself?

“Why are you doing that?”

“No, it’s nothing. I just had this thought. That you might really become a true successor and inheritor…”

“…What did I do wrong for you to be like this?” The artist was surprised when Lee Han finally got angry and glared at him.

This time, he had really said it without meaning to.

“Good work. If you write down what you heard today, you can say goodbye to Petrograd,” the Great Artist said as he put the drawings away.

He didn’t know how many drawings would come from what he heard today, but he was sure it would help the work that had been stuck for a while.

“Then is the magic complete?”

“It’s not that easy. I don’t know when it will be done.” The artist smiled sadly behind his mask.

The problem with magic was that he couldn’t be sure, even with today’s progress.

“If it’s ever done, I’ll send you a letter. You helped me, so I have to pay you back, right?”

“!” Lee Han was touched by the senior’s words.

There was a strong connection between members of the same school.

Of course, there were exceptions like the Einroguard Enchantment Magic School, but that was rare…

“I will help you with magic.”

“……” Lee Han was a little upset.

He thought he would get an expensive drawing as a gift.

“You said you have a talent for music magic, right?”

“Yes. But it’s more like the power of magic than talent…”

“That’s the same thing.” The artist waved his hand, telling Lee Han not to be so modest.

“You probably know this, but music magic can also lead to incantation magic. But that madman wouldn’t have divided it up and taught you carefully, would he?”

“How did you know?” Lee Han was surprised.

Headmaster Skeleton wanted him to learn incantation magic right away.

The artist sighed softly.

“It’s not surprising. He’s the type to throw you off a cliff and tell you to figure it out yourself if you don’t want to die… But I want to tell you what I learned first. If you’ve learned music magic, start using it in your spells. Then you will naturally learn incantation magic.”

Lee Han didn’t understand right away.

The artist’s words were difficult, and the field of magic he was talking about was strange.

Not many wizards were interested in music magic, which was a type of primal magic.

“It’s like this: Wanting the light, put it in water, the water disappears, only regret remains.”

The artist didn’t do anything else.

There was no special ingredient or even the basic movement of magic power.

However, several water doppelgangers appeared in the air. They were very well-made.

‘How?!’

He didn’t deny the spell, but he used magic with only the spell, without anything else.

“Is that incantation magic?!”

“You’re smart. But it’s not incantation magic. Incantation magic is more complete and compressed… Think of this as magic in between.”

The Great Artist’s spell had rhythm.

He made it stronger by using music on the spell.

It wasn’t quite incantation, but it was amazing.

“I’ll tell you now, it’s not as easy as incantation. If you’ve used music magic, you’ll know that it’s hard to make short spells stronger. It’s better for longer spells.”

This was good for artifact artisans who used enchantment magic.

These wizards often use several spells in a row, so the spell can be as long as possible.

“But senior, I can’t even cast many music magic spells,” Lee Han said.

Like other primal magics, it depended on the caster’s talent.

Lee Han couldn’t write songs that didn’t suit him, so he was worried about using them in spells.

The artist told him not to worry.

“You don’t have to worry. There’s a secret magic here for music wizards like you and me.”

A secret that fixed the rhythm in the spell and made it work, like a small world.

Lee Han was surprised. He hadn’t noticed it.

“Is there such magic?”

“Yes. I’ll tell you about it later. Let’s try memorizing the spell first.”

Lee Han thought carefully and chose a magic.

It was a magic that needed help because the spell was long and difficult.

“In the name of Verdus, I wield the staff…”

“Why that? Ah, no. Continue.”

Lee Han took out the 5th circle complex enchantment magic, [Bible’s Flying Sword], which he had practiced but failed.

He had to practice it secretly because Professor Verdus would complain whenever he failed while practicing in the professor’s workshop.

‘[Bible’s Flight Enchantment], [Bible’s Penetration Enchantment], [Bible’s Detection of Hostility]…’

He had to cast the necessary magics quickly and without breaking their balance.

Lee Han put rhythm into the spell. His desire to complete it made the spell stronger.

Whoosh!

The sword on the floor flew as if it were alive. He knew it had worked.

“Did I, did I succeed?!”

“Yes.”

“What kind of secret magic is it?” Lee Han asked, amazed.

He couldn’t understand what kind of magic made music magic so strong.

Could it be a small world that the Great Artist created?

‘If so, I want to learn it.’

“Actually, there’s nothing on it.”

“Yes?”

“Nothing’s on it. I thought you could do it, so I lied.”

“……” Lee Han understood why Professor Garcia didn’t like the seniors.