Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 398

Yoner tilted her head, a thoughtful frown on her face. She wondered if Ihan had hesitated for a moment.

Ihan sighed, trying to quiet Nigisore, as he watched the priest fervently addressing the Blue Dragon Tower students.

Now that Nigisore was shouting, even if Ihan tried to stop him, the other priests would hear.

“Do you understand?!” Nigisore Priest shouted.

The Blue Dragon Tower students were taken aback by Nigisore Priest’s fiery gaze. They were a bit slow to understand.

“Do you understand, I say!”

The Princess hesitantly opened her mouth. “It seems to be exceptional fire magic…”

She wasn’t sure what kind of magic it was, but the flame’s properties had changed uniquely. She suspected it was unusual magic based on elements, difficult to master.

It wasn’t the kind of magic a first-year would learn, but if it were Wodanaz, it wouldn’t be surprising.

“It’s not fire magic, it’s divine magic!” Nigisore Priest stamped his feet in frustration. The Princess shrank back slightly.

Asan, confused, asked, “But isn’t divine magic something only priests can use?”

“Many people think so. But even if you’re not a priest, sometimes people awaken to divine magic. It’s possible for very devout believers.”

“Yeah, but Wodanaz isn’t exactly devout…” Asan didn’t think Ihan was particularly religious.

When they lived together, Ihan hadn’t prayed or shown any signs of faith. He gave meals to the Phoenix Tower priests regularly, but the other tower students did that too.

“Oh, oh, oh, how can you say such a thing!” Nigisore was foaming at the mouth, trembling violently. Asan quickly cried out, “No, no! Priest, now that I think about it, Wodanaz was devout! He gave the priests meals every time!”

“?” The Princess tilted her head. “How does giving meals…”

“Everyone thinks so!”

“Oh, oh! Of course!” Only after the Blue Dragon Tower students nodded did Nigisore Priest calm down. The Princess wasn’t convinced, but the topic had passed.

“So… has everyone thought about what we’re going to bring to the Paragranum Guild?”

“The Paragranum Guild?”

“What did you think we were gathered here for?”

“Weren’t we gathered to get snacks?”

Ihan ignored the student, whose hunger made him less smart, and continued. He had called his friends together to overcome the challenge of being recognized by the alchemists.

Pooling their wisdom would be better than working alone.

“To impress them, ordinary potions probably won’t do, right?”

“That’s right,” Asan replied.

“The alchemists of the Paragranum Guild are always looking for new methods.”

“Oh, Asan, have you ever met them?”

“No, but when I was young, the alchemists occupied a building and threatened to burn it down if they didn’t get research funding, so I remember it.”

“I see.” Ihan gained information he didn’t want to know.

“First, let’s write down the potions we can make now, and then the potions we haven’t made but are worth trying. Then, let’s share our thoughts.” At Ihan’s words, his friends nodded.

“What I’ve made are lower-grade mental enhancement potion, lower-grade stamina recovery potion…”

“I’ve made Bion’s Awakening Potion. I think I can make it.”

“You said it wasn’t possible last time, but you finally succeeded?”

“Yeah. I messed up the magic when I added the powder.”

The students looked puzzled at what Ihan wrote. “Wodanaz, I think you wrote it wrong. Is it Dobruk’s Reanimation Potion?”

“That’s right. I learned it this vacation.”

The student next to Ihan looked at him in disbelief. What kind of workshop would entrust a first-year student with Dobruk’s Reanimation Potion?

‘Shouldn’t I report this?’

Once the list was organized, Ihan and his friends went through it. “How about trying to make a new recovery potion? I have some herbs, so if we experiment…”

“I’m thinking of trying to make an enhancement potion. I’ve been practicing them a lot lately.”

There were two ways to develop a new potion.

One was to create something from nothing: a novel method that had never existed, combining materials never used and creating new magic to develop it.

Only a master could do this with effort, and potions developed this way became textbooks for alchemists.

The other was to improve existing methods, like using amwoong mushroom instead of Baekryeong mushroom, or griffin’s beak instead of Kaltakal mucus.

Changing ingredients and the magic cast was something countless alchemists were doing.

This was easier than the first method, and with wisdom and luck, one could achieve good results.

The first-year students were focusing on the second method. ‘It would be good to improve Dobruk’s potion.’

Ihan had practiced Dobruk’s Reanimation Potion to exhaustion this vacation. It was difficult, but a great potion.

Improving it even a little would be a great achievement. The ingredients were complicated, but he could borrow them from Professor Uregeoreum…

“Ihan, Ihan.”

“?”

“Why don’t you try making the potion you got from your sister?”

“Oh? Is that okay?” Ihan was surprised.

The potion recipe from Yoanen was one she had developed herself.

“If she gave it to you, she shouldn’t mind if you pass it on. My sister isn’t the type to care. She’s probably forgotten about it.”

“?”

“Or what does it matter? It’s okay for my sister to lose a little,” Yoner said resentfully.

“Did Yoanen do something wrong?”

“Not to me. She usually does wrong to the friends I bring.”

“Oh dear… I was lucky then.”

Yoner looked at Ihan like he was crazy and gave up. “Okay, let’s make a potion.”

Nigisore Priest called the white flame Ihan summoned divine magic.

“Please wait. Among the divine magic recorded, there’s something similar… 41 years ago, green flame, absorbing poison… ah! Here it is. White flame, burning bad magic and negative feelings. I think this is it.”

‘I’m also learning black magic, is this okay?’

It wasn’t bad because it was a flame of exorcism, but it was complicated. “I can’t use it when making black magic potions, but it will be useful in other situations.”

“Are there potions for black magic too?” Nigisore Priest’s question hurt Ihan’s heart.

“There is…”

“Oh oh.” While the priest was surprised, Ihan shook his head with a bitter smile.

“The priest who taught me could use three divine magic spells. If Wodanaz works hard, he’ll receive more grace.”

“I wonder if it can increase more here.”

“It’s definitely possible,” Nigisore Priest said, his eyes shining with unwavering trust.

If it were another friend, Ihan would have been moved, but he was reluctant. He felt a strange expectation that ‘If you can create such a flame, you’ll reach a higher level and create a flame that will burn the world.’

“Wo… Wo… Wodanaz of the Wodanaz family…!” A scream came from the side.

“Priest Siana?”

“No… No way, right? Please tell me it’s a lie. Really the divine magic of the Aphah Order…?”

“It’s true!” Nigisore Priest shouted proudly.

‘Aoh, that tactless bastard,’ Ihan thought. He should be showing some apology!

“Priest Siana, just because I have awakened to divine magic doesn’t mean my faith in the Plameng Order has disappeared…”

“Just one more time!”

“?”

“Please give me one more chance!” Priest Siana was almost prostrating himself, ready to grab his ankle.

“What chance?”

“Just one more prayer before you go to the dormitory…! You’ll awaken to divine magic! Really!”

‘Is this okay for the priests’ faith?’

He was thinking of divine magic, close to a miracle, like the headmaster’s education at the Skull Academy, saying, ‘If you do a little more, you’ll be able to do it!’

Nigisore Priest said gently, “Divine magic isn’t something that can be done in such a hurry…”

“Be quiet. Just one more time! If my turn passes, I’ll have to wait a long time!”

“Okay, calm down.” Ihan decided to pray to appease Priest Siana.

Priest Siana looked around, worried someone would interfere. “You who see through the essence of things and cause their change, today I send my faith, so give the clue of change to that believer…”

Pop!

“?!” Ihan was startled and raised his head.

The divine power moved again and turned into warp and weft, weaving each other. This is…?!

“Oh, no!” Nigisore Priest shouted in surprise.

This was a sign of divine magic awakening. He should have saved it and awakened the divine magic of the Aphah Order, but he was handing it over to another Order!

“What do you mean no! Be quiet!”

“Priest Siana?” Ihan asked, flustered, but the reaction was even more intense.

“Concentrate!! Please concentrate!!!”

“Okay, I will.” Regardless of Priest Siana’s worries, the divine power safely turned into a miracle.

Priest Siana clapped and jumped up and down as she saw the potion turn transparent. “I knew it would work! It was just the moment to awaken, but that’s what happened because my turn passed!”

“I don’t think divine magic works that way…” As far as Ihan knew, divine magic wasn’t like a gambler’s fallacy.

It wasn’t a structure where the probability of success increases after failing several times, but where faith and will have an effect…

But Priest Siana didn’t listen. She was too excited. “I’ll go to the dormitory for a while!”

“Wait! Priest Siana! Wait a minute!” Ihan stopped her because he was sure that if she went to the dormitory, a dozen other priests would jump out and say, ‘Aha! Now is the chance!’