Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 116

-To make this work, I need you all to work with me.

Lee Han tried not to show anything on his face, but the Black Turtle Tower students looked very suspicious.

From the start, this school was a place where even the professors couldn’t be trusted.

They couldn’t trust their senior, either.

‘Is he going to trick us?’ one student thought.

‘He seems like he’s from another Tower, not one of us,’ thought another.

-Freshmen, I know what you’re thinking. You don’t trust me, do you? Honestly, in this school, I wouldn’t trust anyone either! But we’ve come this far together. Are you really going to doubt each other now? If you don’t trust me, how will we ever get out of here?

Lee Han nodded slowly.

“He’s right,” he said to the other Black Turtle Tower students, keeping his voice calm.

They knew the senior was suspicious, but they were stuck in the teapot kitchen because of the Warehouse Keeper’s magic. They didn’t have many options.

They could stay trapped and get caught, or listen to the senior’s method.

“Let’s just hear him out,” Lee Han suggested.

-First, you have to give me some of that beer candy you made.

Salco’s eyes narrowed as if he were looking at a con artist, but he still reached into his pocket and took out the beer candy.

He trusted Lee Han’s words more than the senior’s.

-Hey, I’m not trying to trick you, freshmen.

‘His words sounded even more like a trick now,’ Salco thought.

-Look, I’m running on fumes here. Used up all my magic getting to you guys. Need a boost.

‘Ah. That makes sense.’

Lee Han understood what the senior was saying.

Lee Han had never felt his magic get weak, but he knew other wizards often ran out of power when they used too much magic.

This senior had been using magic several times from the lecture room to the kitchen, so it wasn’t strange that his magical power was running out.

Crunch crunch-

The beer candy slowly disappeared into the air.

Lee Han suddenly became curious.

“But how are you keeping up the invisibility magic when you’re so low on magic?”

-I didn’t cast it.

‘…The Skull Headmaster?!’

It was a calm voice, but Lee Han could sense the senior’s fear.

Could it be…

‘Could it be that the Skull Headmaster cast a spell to stop the seniors from contacting us?’

He wanted to shout and ask why he was going so far, but Lee Han held back.

Now, Lee Han was starting to accept the magic school itself.

‘Hmm. He was always like that. I’m the only one who loses if I’m surprised.’

-Okay. Keep watching.

The senior moved forward, seeming to have recovered some magical power.

The magic that the Warehouse Keeper used on the kitchen door was space distortion magic.

The name sounded simple, but it was definitely not simple for those trying to break through it.

It required at least three kinds of magic.

First, .

The 2-circle magic , was a popular enchantment magic among warriors.

Once cast, even a slow warrior would have quick reflexes.

Also, because their senses like sight and hearing were stronger, they could get more information on the chaotic battlefield.

Space magic messed with your senses, so you needed to make them stronger just to see what was really happening.

And then there was .

>Space Perception< was a 1-circle magic, but it was harder than the 2-circle magic . This was because space magic was difficult. This magic put the space near the wizard accurately into their head. It was much more than just guessing with your eyes. It showed what objects were near them, and exactly how far away they were. Usually, combat wizards who often fought fast enemies used it as a helpful magic, but this magic was also needed when dealing with space magic. If you couldn't even feel it, you couldn't find a solution. Finally, they needed magic that could break things. They just needed magic that could break things. They had to find the weak spot in the twisted space and smash through it to escape. 'Magical power has been restored.' The senior took a deep breath. He was a third-year student, a senior with the silver badge. He had to look impressive in front of these freshmen. …More than anything, he was annoyed that some of them didn't trust him. "Senses, be stronger. Space, be felt. Flame, become an arrow and fly!" The spell was said quickly and the magic was cast. The senses were enhanced and the space around them was put into their head. A flame arrow flashed and hit a spot in the air. "!" "Wow…!" Even the Black Turtle Tower students who had been suspicious were impressed by the flame arrow. As expected, the senior is a senior! The flames seemed to burn everything around them as they stayed in the shape of a sharp arrow and shot out. The freshmen could tell how hard that magic was. Keeping the flame in the shape of an arrow and firing it at the same time. 'The arrow's shape is a little messy, and he loses control a bit when he shoots it,' Lee Han thought. Lee Han was thinking to himself and then stopped. 'No. Am I thinking just like Professor Volardi?' What was the big deal if the shape was a little messy and the control was lost for a moment? There was no problem in using magic. Only perfectionists like Professor Volardi would point that out… Lee Han realized he was thinking just like Professor Volardi. 'There's no need to worry about being perfect. You might end up like Professor Volardi.' Pak! The flame arrow hit and disappeared in flames. The Black Turtle Tower students waited with hope. 'When can we get out?' 'Is it now?' -Sav… "?" -…e me… "……" "……" The students realized that the senior had failed when they saw the crooked letters on the paper. There was nothing the invisible freshmen could do even if the senior asked them to save him. A short while later, the senior seemed to regain his senses and started to speak again. “Forgive me. I’ve shown a disgraceful side.” “What happened?” “I failed.” “Mac…” "?" A student next to him spoke, and Lee Han looked puzzled. What was he about to say? “The butterscotch thief…!” "……" “No! You think I wanted to fail?” The senior quickly explained. He did not want people to think he just stole butterscotch and ran away. There were two reasons why he failed. First, the space distortion magic was wider and stronger than he thought. It used too much magic power in >Space Perception>.

Second, the space distortion magic was stronger than he expected. It seemed the storekeeper used extra magic, making it hard to break through.

Because of this, even when he shot a fire arrow, it bounced off.

“So… you just ate our butterscotch and couldn’t escape…”

Salco said this in a serious voice. If the headmaster’s magic wasn’t there, the senior would have grabbed the freshman and started a fight.

“You… fools… You don’t even know how hard that magic is…”

“Senior, tell me about >Space Perception>.”

Lee Han, who was listening, spoke.

After hearing the explanation, it didn’t seem impossible.

The magic for better senses was >Gonadalte’s Nimble Steps>.

The magic needed to break through was >Gonadalte’s Sharp Hand>.

If he learned >Space Perception>, Lee Han thought he could try it. Since it was 1-circle magic, he might learn it quickly if he was lucky.

“Freshman… Do you really…”

The senior was going to say, ‘Do you think a first-year can learn space magic so easily?’ but he stopped.

He couldn’t really say that, since he had failed and embarrassed himself.

He also wanted to hear the freshman say, ‘This is impossible’.

“Alright, I’ll write it down with as much detail as possible.”

While writing, the senior worried.

What if this freshman learns this magic right away too?

An hour later, Lee Han and his friends left the underground kitchen. They gathered in the front yard of the main building, under the bright moonlight that cast long shadows.

Lee Han spoke sincerely to the paper floating in the air.

“Senior, thank you. You teach better than the professors.”

“Oh…”

“Upperclassmen are different, as I expected.”

The other students from the Black Turtle Tower seemed to agree after hearing Lee Han’s words.

Seeing Wodanaz act like that, it was clear the senior was good at teaching magic, maybe even better at teaching than using it.

The senior was glad the freshmen couldn’t see his face.

He covered his face and sat on a nearby rough, grey rock, sighing deeply.

‘I learned magic for nothing…’

He had been proud of being good at magic.

Today, that pride was shattered by a freshman he had never met!

If he told his friends about this, they wouldn’t believe him.

If he did tell them, the conversation would probably go like this:

“I went to the kitchen to steal food, and when I taught a freshman >Pahite’s Lesser Illusion>, he learned it right away. Then I taught him >Space Perception>, and he learned that too! He broke through the storekeeper’s space distortion magic!”

“Did you drink something in the kitchen?”

“Weren’t you caught by the headmaster and hit with magic?”

“Can you break through space distortion magic with just >Space Perception>? You need other things, right?”

“Well, the freshman… I might be wrong, but it looked like he used the headmaster’s magic…?”

“You’re wrong. A freshman can’t use the headmaster’s magic.”

“That freshman might be the headmaster in disguise! Be careful! The headmaster might drag you to the disciplinary chamber this week. Did you say anything strange?”

“I told you not to talk to the freshmen!”

“Senior? Are you there?”

“Didn’t he leave already?”

“He said everything, so he must have left. How cool.”

“I haven’t left yet…”

The senior stood up, regaining his energy.

It was shocking, but the students at this magic school were used to shocking things.

It was hard to accept that a freshman was better at magic than him, but the magic school and the skeleton headmaster were also hard to accept.

Let’s accept it!

“Thanks for today.”

“No, it’s all thanks to your good teaching.”

‘Are you making fun of me?’

Lee Han’s thanks sounded like mockery to the senior.

“Freshman, people who meet at night here don’t ask each other’s names. You might get dragged to the disciplinary chamber.”

Lee Han was speechless at the realistic reason.

“But I want to know your name. Even if I get dragged to the disciplinary chamber, I’ll keep it a secret.”

The senior wrote seriously. He was very curious about this amazing freshman.

Lee Han thought, ‘This senior doesn’t listen or pay attention to others.’

The Black Turtle Tower students kept saying Wodanaz, but he didn’t notice.

The Black Turtle Tower students were surprised.

But the senior was watching the hallway and paying attention. Besides, he was confused by the amazing freshman!

Lee Han decided it was okay to tell him his name, since he didn’t seem like he would report to the skeleton headmaster.

“I should tell you mine first. I am Balfatan of the Moradi family.”

“……”

“…I am Gainando.”

“…!!!”