Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 421

Furniture from the lecture hall appeared and flew without warning.

The kindly Professor Voladi, while attacking Ethan, even explained why he deserved to be hit.

Divination magic seems very mysterious and hard to learn. But even people who are not mages can do it.

Just as you can foresee rain when the weather is cloudy, or predict the world’s end if Headmaster Skull becomes nice, divination was originally the ability to predict the future by watching the past and present.

Divination magic was the study of getting better at this ability.

One way to improve was to get lots of experience and knowledge in the area you want to predict.

Want to know where teleportation magic will happen?

The more you are hit by teleportation magic, the better your divination magic gets.

“That’s about it.”

“So, I guess…” Ethan started to say, but he didn’t finish. *WHACK!*

A chair seemed to jump out of the floor and slam into his jaw. Pain exploded in his head. Ethan’s vision went blurry, and he stumbled backwards, landing hard on the dusty floor. Stars danced in front of his eyes.

He groaned, pushing himself up on his elbows. “Professor,” he mumbled, his voice thick, “couldn’t we… couldn’t we just try the divination magic now? Please?” He looked up at Professor Voladi, trying to sound as serious as he could, even with his jaw throbbing.

Professor Krauer had warned that trying divination magic without care could cost you a lot, but Ethan felt like he was already paying the price.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

Ethan looked around the messy lecture hall.

About 30% of the broken furniture had been destroyed by hitting Ethan…

‘If I die from being hit by furniture, Headmaster Skull will be very happy.’

Ethan stood up, ready for more.

Somehow, instead of getting better at predicting the attacks, he seemed to be getting better at taking the hits.

Without knowing it, this was a trick used by experienced fighters who often fought in battles.

“Hold on.”

“?”

Professor Voladi told Ethan to rest, then took a potion from his robes and drank it.

A strong surge of magic was felt.

“Is that a magic recovery potion?”

“Yes.”

Normally, Professor Voladi wouldn’t even sweat while hitting Ethan during the lecture, but teleportation magic was different.

The difficulty of the magic made him use more of his magic power.

This was even though most of the magic Professor Voladi used was changed for combat, quick to cast, and didn’t use much magic.

“Oh dear, Professor. Maybe you should rest a bit…”

“No, don’t worry.”

“Isn’t it bad for your body to drink too many magic recovery potions?”

“This much is fine.”

Ethan glanced at the box of magic recovery potions.

‘If I could just get over there and smash it…’

“Shall we begin again?”

Instead of answering, Ethan jumped to the side. He knew it was a trap by Professor Voladi.

Sure enough, an attack came flying. It was a mean trick to use the moment when the other person wasn’t paying attention while answering a question.

‘If I can just destroy that box…!’

Ethan dodged about half of the attacks and took the other half with his body, somehow getting close.

And then he rolled over the box of magic recovery potions.

Crash!

“Oh! Professor, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But since the potions are gone, this lecture is…”

Bang-

The lecture hall door burst open, and Professor Thunderfoot appeared, carrying a large crate.

“I brought magic recovery potions. Is it alright to put them here?”

“Thank you.”

“Did a dragon appear or something? Why so many potions…”

Only then did Professor Thunderfoot realize that the lecture hall was completely wrecked and Ethan was lying on top of a box of potions.

‘Hmm. Best not to get involved.’

“I’ll just leave it here. Wodanaz, good luck!”

Professor Thunderfoot quickly closed the door before Ethan could say anything.

Ethan glared at the door, his eyes full of hate.

It was almost the end of the lecture when Professor Voladi finally talked about magic.

“I am not an expert in divination magic.”

“…?”

Ethan wondered what nonsense he was saying, but Professor Voladi was serious.

In general, someone like Professor Voladi was not seen as an expert in that type of magic.

He only learned as much of the magic as he needed, changed it, and used it only for fighting, making him almost like a rebel in some ways.

Experts in a type of magic studied their field deeply, found new secrets, wrote some papers about it for the Imperial School’s academic group each year, and always paid their fees.

“Do not show the magic I am about to teach you in front of divination mages.”

“??”

Ethan was scared, wondering if Professor Voladi was going to teach him some forbidden, evil magic.

‘Should I tell Headmaster Skull? Will Professor Voladi get back at me?’

But, the magic Professor Voladi showed was perfectly fine.

>Begrek’s Instant Precognition>.

A mix of divination and enchantment magic, it was a spell that let a mage see about one second into the future during a fight—a type of precognition.

Of course, because of the nature of divination magic, the more fighting experience someone had, the better the magic would work.

If you wanted to know where teleportation magic would happen, you had to be hit by it a lot…

‘I understand it, but it’s hard to accept.’

Ethan mumbled to himself, then suddenly got curious and asked.

“But why shouldn’t this magic be shown to divination mages?”

Ethan wondered if Professor Voladi had stolen it from a famous divination mage.

He was someone who could do well even without Imperial law, so it wouldn’t be surprising.

“Because they wouldn’t like it.”

Divination mages hated those who thought of divination magic only as a way to get rich.

These people ruined the Empire’s economy and made citizens poor to satisfy their own greed.

The magic Professor Voladi taught wasn’t for such bad reasons, but it was still a spell that had been stripped down to only its fighting uses.

Divination mages wouldn’t like it.

“Can’t you use it a little in combat? Isn’t that too much?”

Ethan replied, feeling guilty.

It was because he had once thought about using divination magic to get small financial advantages.

Compared to that, wasn’t combat a useful method that didn’t hurt anyone?

“You don’t need to worry about divination mages starting a fight. The user will know how good this magic is.”

Professor Voladi stared at Ethan. The professor’s sudden silence made Ethan nervous.

‘Is he going to attack again?’

Ethan thought about throwing an ink bottle or something to stop the professor from casting a spell.

But, Professor Voladi did not attack.

“Thank you. I will definitely make sure you can use this magic before the end of this semester.”

“No…”

Ethan shivered at Professor Voladi’s promise of murder after he had just taken his side.

‘I should never take his side again!’

Ethan, feeling motion sickness, walked up from the underground.

>Begrek’s Instant Precognition> was divination magic for a reason, shaking and using up Ethan’s magic every time it failed.

It was lucky that he had a lot of magic; otherwise, he might have thrown up blood from being so tired.

‘Ugh. Motion sickness…’

According to Professor Voladi, it was very lucky that it only ended with motion sickness.

Like a spring that is shaken hard by a storm but the ocean is not easily shaken, his large amount of magic meant he only shook a little even with rough movements.

Of course, this didn’t matter to Ethan, who was suffering from motion sickness. Ethan cursed Professor Voladi as he walked up.

“Wodanaz!”

Angaro saw Ethan and ran over. Ethan glared at him with eyes twice as fierce as usual.

“I was looking for… Why, why are you glaring? What did I do?”

“I have motion sickness… Never mind. What’s going on?”

“The professor is looking for you! He told me to bring you as quickly as possible… You have to hurry!”

“I see.”

As Angaro, relieved, turned around to lead the way, Ethan slapped himself hard on the cheek. The pain brought him back to his senses.

Not missing the chance, Ethan attacked Angaro from behind.

Thud!

Ethan knocked Angaro down from behind, then quickly grabbed his arm and held him down. Angaro screamed in fear.

“Wh- What are you doing?! What are you doing?! Don’t tell me it’s because the school search has increased… I didn’t snitch! I didn’t snitch, Wodanaz!”

“So you wouldn’t have snitched? The security has already increased a lot. You’d rather be caught alone than… No. That’s not the problem right now. Angaro, are you going to lie to me until the end?”

“????”

Angaro had no idea why this crazy person was acting like this.

What is it?

“D- Did you do this because I said you’d be perfect to follow Headmaster’s Skull footsteps and bully the students? That was just a joke…”

“…You said that too?”

Ethan tightened his grip on Angaro’s arm.

He could ignore other things, but he couldn’t easily ignore the suggestion to follow in Headmaster Skull’s footsteps.

These sons of bitches are unlucky!

“Aaargh! Aaargh! Th- Then what is it!”

“Hah. Angaro. If the professor was calling for me, he would have sent a magical paper bird. Why would he send you? Your intentions are obvious. Since I have a lot of supplies, you’re trying to catch me and take them.”

“It’s because Professor Ingoldel sent me…! Professor Ingoldel isn’t a mage, you crazy bastard!”

Angaro screamed, his arm in pain.

He hadn’t even thought about stealing supplies, and he couldn’t understand what kind of crazy nonsense this was.

“I see.”

Ethan nodded and let go of his arm.

“You’re right. I misunderstood. Sorry.”

“……”

Angaro was so shocked he couldn’t speak. Taking advantage of this, Ethan quickly changed the subject.

“Hurry and lead the way. You said the professor is waiting?”

“You shameless…”

“Hurry! Can I go somewhere else?”

“……”

Professor Ingoldel was not very friendly. This was normal, as he was someone who fought on battlefields with a sword.

In that way, the atmosphere of Einrogard made Professor Ingoldel comfortable.

A free place where professors focused on their own work.

It was so free that some professors even ignored the headmaster’s calls for meetings.

“When I fought Sir Bickelintz, I thought, ‘Ah, I may have met the strongest knight I will ever meet. Maybe the strongest knight I will ever meet.’ Sir Bickelintz seemed to think so too, as he looked at me with respect. Speaking of eyes, it seems that each knightly order has its own way of looking at each other. When the knights of our knightly order look at each other…”

Professor Ingoldel put down his teacup, his fingers shaking.

The vice-commander of the Beechwood Knights, Jangclif of the Jangclif family, was talking a lot, as if he wanted to destroy Professor Ingoldel’s eardrums.

“Sir Jangclif… I’m worried that I’m taking up too much of your time with this visit…”

“Not at all. I don’t often get to meet a swordsman like Ingoldel.”

“Maybe a swordsmanship duel?”

“Are you offering after the story is over?”

“No, I mean now…”

“I’m so happy. Now, back to the story we were telling…”

Professor Ingoldel closed his eyes.

As it was, he could only hope that his most friendly student would arrive soon.