Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 1086

“Oh, right! I’ll take your things in too! I’m sure Lee Han will do it!”

“Thank you.”

The Alhees thanked him, but their voices were as cold as ice.

No matter how hard they tried to show they were thankful, the jealousy inside them wouldn’t go away.

Eandurde gently nudged his friend, signaling him not to show his true feelings.

“S-sorry,” he mumbled.

“Later. We’ll get our revenge later. We’ll have a chance,” another Alhee whispered.

“I guess so. You’re right.”

The Alhees nodded, then paused, thinking, but is it really revenge?

To be fair, the second-year seniors hadn’t actually done anything wrong to them.

But the jealousy burning in the Alhees’ hearts was too strong to ignore.

Why are those people living happily in Einroguard just because they came a year earlier?

“Keeeugh…” one of them groaned.

“Why, what’s wrong? Did you get indigestion?” Gainando asked, surprised. He was busy putting a chocolate box inside another chocolate box, and then putting that inside yet another box.

His junior was making strange noises.

“Ah, no. It’s nothing,” the Alhee replied.

“Oh, I see. You’re just moved, aren’t you? Oh, come on. It’s nothing much,” Gainando said, laughing loudly.

He thought the juniors were probably surprised that they could bring things in from outside. As a senior, he found it quite cute.

The two juniors just clenched their fists even tighter.

“Then, I’ll leave it in your capable hands,” a noble said.

“Yes, Your Excellency!” the Skull Headmaster replied.

The Skull Headmaster finished his day by personally seeing off the visiting nobles.

The nobles had come to talk about the third-year students at Einroguard.

Originally, they had requested a simple change to the appearance of the magic statues at their mansion, but the students, being too greedy, accidentally released the statues.

Because of that, the village where the nobles lived was thrown into chaos, and they ended up complaining directly to the Skull Headmaster in the capital.

The Skull Headmaster sighed deeply. He sent the Death Knights to fix the problem and sent a paper bird to Professor Yonlramo, who was in charge of the Transformation Magic School, just in case.

At the same time, he tried to calm the angry nobles.

“Aren’t you the pillars of the Empire? Please understand. The village will be fixed, so please don’t tell the officials.”

“Ah, I understand,” one of the nobles said.

“And please don’t tell the other nobles either. We might lose commissions.”

“I understand.”

“And please don’t tell the other wizards either. The commission…”

The nobles were taken aback, but they couldn’t refuse the Master Spiritist’s request.

Only a very important noble family could complain to him; ordinary nobles couldn’t stand up to the Skull Headmaster.

‘I’m sending them to the punishment room as soon as the new semester starts,’ the Skull Headmaster thought angrily. They were making the school look bad.

As he always felt, teaching students was never easy.

If they were too comfortable, they would become lazy, and if they were pushed too hard, they would not be able to handle the pressure and would cause trouble.

“It’s truly a difficult task.”

The Death Knights stayed silent.

They knew from experience that suggesting, ‘Then shouldn’t we reduce the number of commissions and give the school more money?’ would immediately send them to the punishment room.

And even the knights thought that the students already received enough gold. To give them more, the professors, the knights, or the officials would have to go hungry.

“Shouldn’t we ask the professors to help more when the students are doing commissions? They already come with us during the semester…” A younger Death Knight suggested.

Since professors or the Skull Headmaster’s helpers already supervised some commissions during the semester, it seemed like a good idea for them to help out more often.

If the students made a mistake, the professors could step in and fix it.

“What nonsense are you talking about? The professor should get the reward, not the student!” The Skull Headmaster looked at the knight as if he had never heard anything so stupid.

The Death Knight lowered his head, disappointed.

“If we did that, the students would ask the professor for help every time, and Professor Garcia wouldn’t get any sleep. Bible would get fat and chubby. Do you really want that?”

“No!”

“Then that’s enough.”

It was a bit of a stretch, but it made sense.

Even if they ignored the students’ independence, it was clear that one professor would end up with all the work.

Thud thud thud-

“Are you there?”

“…No,” the Skull Headmaster answered, recognizing the voice.

However, the person opened the door and came in anyway, even though he said he wasn’t there.

Thud!

The fourth of the current Emperor, the Black Dragon Wooman, entered, bumping his head against the door frame and frowning in pain.

“You bump your head every time I see you. Don’t you think about making yourself a bit shorter?” the Skull Headmaster asked.

“It’s very uncomfortable, you see,” Wooman replied in a loud voice.

The Skull Headmaster covered his ears, looking annoyed.

“Lower your voice a bit too.”

“I will be careful.”

“What brings you here? Are you here to give more money to Einroguard?”

There was a reason why the Skull Headmaster bothered Wooman.

For a long time, this Black Dragon had been obsessed with protecting the Empire’s justice.

And the worst part of that obsession was that he saw the Skull Headmaster and Einroguard as enemies of justice.

It was a silly idea that was hard to believe for a smart dragon.

‘He was so kind and cute when he was young,’ the Skull Headmaster thought, feeling sorry for Wooman.

The guy who used to follow him around, calling him ‘Gonadaltes-nim!’ when he was young, was now growling at him now that he had grown up.

Dragons were truly a troublesome race.

“I have already donated,” Wooman said.

“Really?! Good thinking. But who did you donate to? Please don’t tell me it was Professor Verdus?”

Surely Wooman wasn’t stupid enough to donate to Bible.

“I donated to Lee Han, a student from the Wodanaz family. I paid the gold needed for the Imperial Treasury this time.”

The Skull Headmaster’s face changed.

Like a great wizard, he felt something bad was going to happen.

Could it be?

“…Thank you, but why? Are you trying to make a contract too? Don’t do that. Don’t you feel sorry for him?”

He was being serious.

Even the Skull Headmaster, who was hard on his students, didn’t want to put two dragons on one person.

The poor guy was already having a hard enough time.

“No. Please take a look at this.”

Wooman took out a scroll from his chest. The Skull Headmaster recognized the golden book decorated with gold.

It was the Emperor’s order.

The bad feeling he had just felt was getting stronger.

The Skull Headmaster grabbed the order and read it. The words inside were simple.

…Wooman will be the Emperor’s representative and will be an Einroguard inspector for one semester…

“Keoheok,” the Skull Headmaster gasped, realizing what the bad feeling meant.

Even a normal inspector was annoying, but he was coming as the Emperor’s representative?

“That’s ridiculous! His Majesty is petty, but he wouldn’t send an inspector without saying anything like this!”

“There are reasons for that!” Wooman shouted.

The Skull Headmaster felt uneasy again.

What now?

“First, there have been many complaints. The most serious one is that a student went to hunt a monster from the Void of Dimensions without permission.”

‘Voladi Begreck…!’ the Skull Headmaster thought, lowering his head. He knew who was responsible.

Even though he had been watching him, thinking he might go to the Imperial Palace, he had still managed to send a complaint.

There was only one chance to do it.

He must have rushed to the Imperial Palace to send the complaint as soon as he met Alsicle and the Skull Headmaster. It was crazy.

The Skull Headmaster sighed. He had been betrayed by a student.

‘Alright. You’re so great,’ he thought.

He realized he had underestimated Voladi Begreck’s determination.

He was someone who would do anything once he decided to, but he hadn’t taken it seriously enough.

Especially since it was about his student, he should have paid more attention.

“Actually, it’s the fault of other people… Never mind. It doesn’t matter now, right?”

“Yes!”

“I told you to lower your voice. What’s next?” the Skull Headmaster asked calmly.

Either way, Wooman was going to bother him next semester.

“Master! We don’t have to listen to these insults from a young dragon!” one of the Death Knights said angrily.

The knights usually complained about their master being strange, but it was different when someone else said it.

If that young dragon had done so much for the Empire, how could he be so arrogant?

However, Wooman didn’t care. The dragon race was naturally strong and wasn’t affected by the blue light from the Death Knights.

“Since you asked, I will tell you the next thing. His Majesty has told you to stop taking money from the innocent people of the Magic Tower by using your student!”

The knights, who were about to get angry, suddenly stopped.

The shame they had forgotten came back.

However, the Skull Headmaster was still shameless.

“What am I supposed to do when the Magic Tower guys say they’ll give me money? Should I say no? You also take gold coins from the wizards stuck in the tower with wizard cards.”

“Th, that…! That’s different! Wizard cards are a gift from the dragons for the young races! How can you say that!” Wooman argued, his face red.

Wizard cards were a gift from a dragon to give the young races something fun to do when the continent was in chaos.

To call it a way of taking money!

“Ha. The adults play with them more than the young ones.”

“That’s enough! I won’t listen anymore. You’re still making fun of me!”

“Wait. Was it because of you that Her Highness Zo-urin was allowed to visit?”

“Yes.”

Wooman nodded.

The Emperor didn’t like getting involved with Einroguard students, but when Wooman said he would take care of his sister himself, he agreed.

“He allowed it because I said I would stop him from interfering with the students directly. It would be a good experience for my sister to visit the magic school’s sacred grounds.”

“That’s not the reason…” the Skull Headmaster muttered.

Zo-urin wasn’t coming to see Einroguard’s magical mountains, lakes, deserts, and lava to learn something.

She just wanted to play with her friends, almost 99% of the time.

“Yes? What did you say?”

“It’s nothing. So, you’re taking care of Her Highness yourself?”

“Yes. Don’t worry. I will make sure she doesn’t bother the students.”

“…Well, at least there’s one more person who’s going to be miserable next semester.”