Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 647

Snow flew through the air as Alsicle, laughing, sent another snowball toward Gainando. Gainando ducked, trying to quickly cut the flowers from the tree branch.

Gainando dodged the snowballs, his fingers fumbling as he tried to cut the flowers from the tree branch.

“Grrr,” Gainando muttered, wiping snow from his face. “Just wait until I’m a senior student!”

When his own junior came, he would make them run errands just like this!

Errands were for junior students, not someone as important as him, almost.

“Did you get everything?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You cut it with a silver sickle, right?”

“Uh, I cut it with a bronze sickle.”

“Don’t you know anything? The Crimson Moonflower *must* be cut with silver! Otherwise, its magic is lost!”

“No.”

Instead of explaining, Alsicle waved his wand. Whizzing snowballs blurred past Gainando’s ears as Alsicle waved his wand again.

“Go back up quickly. Aren’t you going?”

“Ack. Aargh!”

“This time, cut it with a silver sickle! Are you deliberately slacking off?”

“No, I’m not!”

Alsicle returned with Gainando, who had a bruise on his eye.

Passing through the gates of the mansion, Gainando ran sniffling to his friends.

“Gainando! What happened to you?”

“He’s totally mad! That wizard is crazy! He keeps yelling about materials!”

“Doesn’t Einroguard do that too?”

“…He’s angry because I cut the Crimson Moonflower with a bronze sickle!”

“You don’t mean you cut it with a bronze sickle instead of a silver one?”

“Wow. That’s a bit much.”

Yoner raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. Ratford chuckled, while Nilia just stared, wide-eyed.

It was a mistake to tell his friends. They would never understand.

“Leehan, Leehan! Outside…”

But Gainando’s friend was already talking to Alsicle.

Gainando glared at Alsicle’s fluffy head with hateful eyes.

I want to throw a bone at him!

Leehan,” Alsicle said, a little confused. “I thought you were working on the music magic research? What are you doing now?”

He had taken on all the chores to help with the music magic research, but he was doing something else.

“Ah. I finished it earlier.”

“…What?”

“I deciphered and interpreted the sheet music, then added new lyrics and performed it. It seems quite good, so I’m planning to research other music magic in this direction in the future. Thank you again.”

“Good. That’s good… No. Wait a minute!”

Alsicle almost fell for the polite words, but he quickly regained his senses.

What does he mean he finished it earlier?

And what does he mean he added new lyrics and performed it and it turned out well?!?!”From the beginning! Explain from the beginning!”

“Yes? No, I don’t think it would be very interesting for Pengerin…”

“Quickly!!”

“Alright.”

Alsicle’s face was red with cold and maybe a little anger, snow still clinging to his hair. Leehan saw his expression and quickly started to explain.

Long ago, magicians used special instruments and songs to make powerful magic. They would practice one song for years to make it work…

“Interesting idea!”

“Right? So I tried adding lyrics and performing it, and it was pretty good.”

“…Don’t skip over it and tell me the rest properly!”

“Why are you getting angry…”

Leehan was flustered but continued to explain.

Since music magic is greatly influenced by the caster’s emotions, it was difficult to use the lyrics from the Gawang Kingdom as they were, so he and his friends created new ones…

And it worked well!

“…That’s the end?”

“Yes. It worked well.”

Alsicle hung his head in despair.

What kind of crazy talent is this!

While he was out collecting herbs, he completed a magic that had been lost in ancient times…

“Pengerin? Are you alright?”

“Are you having a headache because of Gainando?”

Leehan asked with genuine concern.

Gainando could certainly cause a headache for someone meeting him for the first time.

“…It’s not that. Anyway, let’s hear it. Can you play it again?”

“Yes. It’s not very difficult. Just a moment.”

Leehan reached for his violin, its polished wood gleaming softly in the light. And he called his friends.

“Can you help me with the chorus?”

“Chorus?”

“I felt when I practiced that the effect increases if you sing along from the side.”

“I see. Interesting.”

Alsicle showed interest in the characteristics of the ancient magic that had been lost in the past.

It was certainly fun because it was different from the current Imperial magic system.

‘I have more to talk about when I go to the Magic Society later.’

The magicians of the society would also find this story very interesting.

Especially if the person involved was a second-year student from Einroguard.

This was also good for Wodanaaz. Wasn’t it a way to spread his fame among the other magicians of the Empire?

Alsicle stopped himself from trying to take credit.

Originally, good deeds should be done quietly and secretly, as befitting his dignity.

Alsicle was a dignified aristocrat of the Pengerin family.

“Shall we start?”

Leehan signaled his friends and began to play. The only sound was the clear, sweet music of the violin, echoing in the large room. It filled the silence before the song began.

Alsicle listened, thinking, ‘Even though he’s from the Wodanaaz family, he knows how to do so many things,’ and then paused.

Magic was contained in the slow music.

It was magic mixed with dark elements!

Alsicle gasped. ‘Wait!’ he said, his voice sharp with surprise.

The room changed. The light from the windows seemed to dim, even though it was still daytime outside. Shadows stretched and twisted, and the air grew cold. Alsicle stared, remembering the ancient sheet music. This was exactly how it was described – a magic that could darken the world around them.

“Wodanaaz. Wodanaaz.”

“Yes?”

Leehan stopped playing.

The friends stared at Alsicle with annoyed eyes. They were preparing properly, but he suddenly stopped.

“M-my apologies. I was suddenly curious. Is the violin perhaps the artifact you mentioned earlier?”

“Ah. You are indeed Pengerin. You mean I should modify the violin into an artifact to increase the effect of the magic?”

“…No. I’m just asking because I heard a sound containing magic.”

“Ah.”

Leehan, who had made a wild guess, became embarrassed.

“In my opinion, some songs that suit the caster unconsciously contain magic and are emitted. It was also proven when investigating music magic cases in the vicinity.”

“But that’s only once in a while, and it’s when dozens of people sing together in a trance.”

“That’s right.”

“But right now, you haven’t even started singing, and you’re just playing the violin.”

“That’s correct.”

“But how did you infuse it with magic?”

“I’m not sure either.”

“…M-my apologies. Continue.”

Alsicle became disillusioned, realizing that he was questioning a magician who had learned magic for a year at Einroguard.

If Wodanaaz knew that right away, he would be a great magician…

‘I asked without thinking.’

When he talked, he kept mistaking him for a magician of the same age, not a distant junior magician.

The performance started again. As the prelude ended, Leehan slowly uttered the lyrics. The concentration of magic around him began to rise.

“Praise the sacrifice of the freshmen, magicians…”

Alsicle couldn’t believe his ears.

The lyrics were too different.

He said he fixed it, but Alsicle thought he only fixed typos or ungrammatical parts…?!”Wait… No. My apologies. Continue.”

Alsicle tried to stop him but stopped because of the students’ glares.

Leehan continued to sing a song mourning the freshmen who had newly entered Einroguard.

The melody was so magnificent and mournful that Alsicle felt reverent without realizing it.

“What did your seniors see? -I saw the demons of hell and those demons walking around.”

“What did your seniors see? -I saw the Archmage Lich leading an army and attacking the students…”

“No. Just a moment!”

Alsicle stopped Leehan and his friends who were exchanging the chorus.

The effect of the music magic had already spread to some extent around them. Because it was imbued with dark elements, even though light poured down through the stained glass in the middle of the day, it was dim like a sunset.

“Ah. It was a really good part.”

Nilia was disappointed.

She had a special attachment to the next lyrics because she had come up with them and added them.

Leehan asked with an expression that he knew why Alsicle had stopped him.

“You’re amazed that you can create a phenomenon that dominates the area with such a primitive method, right?”

“…That’s amazing too! Besides that. Aren’t the lyrics strange?”

It was a song that would cut the number of Einroguard freshmen in half if it was performed anywhere.

Alsicle, who had calmed down his excitement, advised him not to sing this song in front of the Skull Headmaster.

Only then could he barely talk about music magic.

“It’s really interesting. Wodanaaz. I hope you’ll research this magic when you’re a second-year student.”

“I’ll do it if I have time.”

Of course, Leehan didn’t intend to delve into music magic that seriously.

The >Praise the Einroguard Freshmen> was only learned diligently because its effect was good.

The effect of temporarily dominating the surrounding area was an effect that Leehan’s magic could not achieve right now.

Compared to that, other music magic…

‘The effect was a bit ambiguous.’

The effects of the music magic he had collected while wandering around with the Skull Headmaster were not very great.

It’s not that he couldn’t use it if he was told to, but it wasn’t worth clinging to.

‘He’s trustworthy?’

However, Alsicle was pleased with Leehan’s answer.

Looking at his serious attitude, he might be able to invite him to the society around the end of his second year and have him give a presentation on music magic.

Alsicle held up his wand, pushed away the dark elements still remaining in the space, and brightened the surroundings.

Then, he looked at what Leehan was doing before he came and tilted his head.

“What were you doing?”

“Ah. I was checking the artifacts I have.”

Even artifacts that are close to semi-permanent are not invincible.

Careful checking and management tend to bring better performance.

In addition, Leehan had so many strange artifacts that he couldn’t help but pay attention to them.

The Bracelet of Ten Thousand Horses, the Obsidian Sword, the Behemoth Necklace with various magic stored, the staff with a tree spirit…

Alsicle watched Leehan’s handiwork with interest.

As expected of the Skull Headmaster’s successor, he had only picked out ominous and bizarre artifacts.

“What’s that dark stone in the staff? It looks very strange.”

“It’s the Frost Giant King’s ore.”

“…How did you get that…?”

Alsicle, who was looking around for something ordinary, found a uniquely shaped helmet.

“What’s that helmet? It doesn’t look like an ordinary artifact.”

“Ah. It’s the Helmet of Wisdom.”

Leehan said as if he had forgotten about it.

It was a useless and evil artifact that he had picked up in the underground dungeon of the old school, and he didn’t know who made it.

He tried to sell it to the store, but he was rejected, so he just kept it…”It’s not bad?”

“The professor modified it so that it doesn’t hide the truth, but it’s basically an evil artifact.”

“That’s not a big problem.”

Alsicle looked at him as if asking what he was talking about.

If he avoided it because it was dangerous, he wouldn’t be a magician.

“You must have received a lot of help from this helmet at Einroguard?”

“Actually, I haven’t used it except once when there was a flood. And it wasn’t very helpful during the flood either.”

“…No, really?”

Alsicle removed the cloth covering the helmet and woke up the sleeping helmet.

Finally! Is it time to borrow my evil wisdom?

“Nice to meet you. Helmet.”

The owner has changed! Finally!! You really chose well. The previous owner was an evil, insidious, meticulous idiot! Don’t believe a word that previous owner says!

“I’m here next to you. Helmet.”

The helmet quietly turned off the light and tried to disappear.