Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 814

While the two whispered, Yukbeltire, pleased with himself, moved to retrieve an item.

He loosened the mouth of a medium-sized blue silk pouch adorned with a dragon, and an object much larger than the pouch itself sprang out.

“Magic to make things bigger inside,” Ihan said quietly. He watched Yukbeltire, feeling a little jealous.

Magic like that was hard to do. Making it stay inside an object, like that pouch, was even harder.

Students from Valdrogard, the rich school, could just buy pouches like that. They had enough pocket money. But students from Einrogard, like Ihan, could not. If they wanted one, they had to make it themselves, or… well, there were other ways to get things in the magic world.

…Or steal it.

‘I need to get my hands on that someday.’

Ihan traveled often, so he needed a backpack with space expansion magic more than anyone.

Always preparing for the worst and traveling around, his backpack was so heavy that Ihan would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago if he hadn’t been doing swordsmanship training and physical enhancement training using magic.

Thud!

While Ihan was lost in thought, the item Yukbeltire took out revealed itself.

It was a bronze golem the size of a person.

“??”

Ihan was puzzled by the appearance of the item, which was different from what he had expected.

“Um, Senior. Aren’t you researching artificial dimension artifacts?”

Yukbeltire stared at his junior with blue eyes upon hearing the question.

Even if he was very interested in artificial dimension artifacts, to rush in and ask like that without any patience…

But Yukbeltire decided to be generous and understanding. He was quite a capable junior, after all.

“You have no patience. Did you want to see an artificial dimension artifact that badly?”

“I’m going crazy…” Dirette muttered from the side, and Ihan fell into thought.

Originally, Ihan had a great talent for enduring the nonsense of superiors.

Hadn’t he silently endured the nonsense of the mad doppelganger, the skeletal headmaster, and Professor Voladi?

That also applied to the seniors of Einrogard.

Because they were seniors, and in this school seniors are very important, he had put up with a lot, even when he wanted to hit them or felt resentful.

But looking at the senior from the Blue Dragon Tower, who seemed a bit mean, he had a slightly different thought.

‘…Do I really have to endure this person?’

He endured the nonsense of the mad doppelganger or Professor Voladi because he was afraid, but not Yukbeltire.

Besides, he wasn’t close to the other seniors, so even if Ihan didn’t care, rumors like ‘Wodanaz has been very rude to his senior lately, hmmph’ wouldn’t spread.

He had been mindful since the start of his second year, but after being harassed by crazy wizards lately, Ihan’s thinking had changed a bit.

Shouldn’t he draw a line with people he needed to draw a line with?

The opponent happened to be Professor Verdus’s disciple.

Then perhaps he should treat him the same way he treated Professor Verdus.

“Senior.”

Ihan raised his hand and opened his mouth with a resolute face. Yukbeltire tilted his head slightly to the side.

Why is he doing that?

“I’ll be honest. I’m really not interested in the artificial dimension artifact you’re making. Please don’t misunderstand.”

……

Yukbeltire froze. He originally had a cold face without any emotional changes, but when he froze like that, he looked like a statue made of ice.

After a while, Yukbeltire, who started moving again, asked.

“But you clearly said you would help.”

“You’re a senior from the same tower, and Senior Dirette is helping, so I’m helping too. I’m really not interested.”

“Irony or rhetorical metaphor…”

“I just really don’t have any. Senior. Just like Professor Verdus isn’t interested in students.”

……

Yukbeltire, who had been silent, finally opened his mouth.

“Well, it’s only your loss if you don’t know the value of that magic.”

Then he turned around and began to fiddle with the item he had taken out.

Dirette had a complex and subtle expression on his face, as if his friend’s shoulders had drooped slightly for some reason.

Ihan whispered cautiously.

“Did I say something too harsh?”

“No. There has to be someone who speaks firmly. If you just listen because you feel sorry for them, you’ll end up like me…”

Dirette stopped, suddenly feeling self-loathing.

“…Anyway, it’s not your fault at all. Junior. The bad guy is him, who doesn’t listen to people from the beginning and thinks whatever he wants. Don’t feel sorry for him. Think of him as Professor Verdus.”

“Yes. I didn’t feel sorry for him at all anyway. I’ll continue to think of him as Professor Verdus and treat him accordingly.”

……

Dirette had a feeling that he knew just a little bit why the mad doppelganger had chosen this boy from the Wodanaz family as his disciple.

Then he was startled and shuddered.

‘What nonsense am I thinking!’

“Yukbeltire. So what is that bronze golem?”

Dirette called out to his friend in a voice that was half an octave higher than usual.

“It’s the magic to persuade Lagesa.”

Yukbeltire explained about the bronze golem.

There were many ways to activate a golem, but as a skilled enchanter, Yukbeltire approached it with enchantment magic.

“For the arms and legs, mobility magic. For the joints, bending and flexibility magic. For the head, voice absorption magic…”

“!”

Originally, golems usually only had one simple command left on them unless a wizard was directly controlling them.

The more you increase the number of things it can do autonomously, the more rapidly the difficulty increases.

But Yukbeltire gave the golem dozens of commands in order to complete a high-performance bronze golem.

It was truly an acrobatic feat of amazing perfection.

Dirette asked in a surprised voice.

“Is there a reason to go this far to make it?”

“I made it as a servant.”

A bronze golem made for the purpose of being a servant that can follow various instructions, not for guarding the gate or repelling enemies.

That was the magic Yukbeltire had completed.

Ihan asked curiously.

“Can I give it a command?”

“Do as you please.”

Ihan, who had become curious, began to give various commands to the bronze golem.

-Come here.

-Bring me the magazine Imperial Lich from the library.

-Brew some tea.

-Can you clean here too?

-Is it possible to do calligraphy?

And surprisingly, the bronze golem passed all the tests.

‘Amazing!’

“Why did you choose this instead of an artificial dimension artifact?”

“It’s advantageous to have something simple and intuitive when showing it to outsiders.”

“But if you’re going to make it do such complex and diverse things, wouldn’t it be better to summon a being from another dimension and make a contract? Like a demon.”

……

Ihan, who had been admiring the bronze golem, stopped at his senior’s words.

The idea of summoning a demon to do chores was so natural.

“Other dimensional beings are neutralized or reverse summoned in some situations. In comparison, a bronze golem that is maintained only by internal magic is much more stable.”

“Indeed… It’ll take a lot of work, but it’ll be useful. How long did it take?”

“A day.”

“It took a bit longer than I thought.”

“There were strange rumors going around in the middle of it.”

Ihan, who had been listening from the side, clapped in admiration to change the subject.

“That’s amazing. It’s amazing that it follows so many different commands, but you made it in just one day.”

“Are you saying that even though you really have no interest in it?”

‘He’s really my friend, but he’s ridiculously petty…’

Dirette closed his eyes tightly, looking at his friend, who was embarrassing no matter where he was.

If you were slapped in the face and kicked out for forcing magic on your junior, you should be ashamed and reflect on yourself, but you’re sulking and acting like that.

But Dirette was still underestimating his junior.

Ihan was the one who had escaped from the mad doppelganger’s lair, so he didn’t even blink an eye at such trivial grumbling.

“I’m interested in this. You made it well.”

“The artificial dimension artifact is better made…”

“No. I’m not interested in that.”

“The artificial dimension artifact is more outstanding…”

“I know that, but I’m just not interested.”

“…Just inject magic.”

“Yes.”

As Yukbeltire turned around again, Dirette felt ambivalent emotions.

The good thought that they should be separated…

And the evil thought that if he kept his junior around, this evil friend might learn a lesson little by little!

Ihan diligently wrote down the magic engraved on the bronze golem.

Dirette, who was helping with optimization and stabilization from the side, tilted his head.

“What are you doing?”

“Ah. I’m going to try to make one myself when I get back to the dorm later. It would be nice to have one in the year’s lounge.”

“You get that idea from seeing this?”

“Oh, don’t you get it?”

The junior from the Wodanaz family asked, slightly embarrassed.

It seemed like anyone would want to have such a high-performance golem servant.

Especially in Ihan’s case, since he had overflowing magic power, he could use it very usefully in the future if he made just one well.

“No. Nothing.”

Dirette smiled insipidly and changed the subject.

Usually, second-year students would think ‘amazing’ when they saw such a bronze golem, but they wouldn’t think ‘I should make one myself’.

It seemed like that would be the case even for third-year students…

Dirette shook his head. He felt that his junior’s magic skills were improving to an amazing degree without him knowing.

“Yukbeltire. It’s done.”

“Not bad.”

Yukbeltire scanned the bronze golem and confirmed it.

One of them didn’t even know how great an artificial dimension artifact was and spouted nonsense, but he had to admit that his skills were worthy of recognition.

“The junior did this part.”

……

Yukbeltire’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. He was surprised once again that Ihan had done the optimization work that he had naturally assumed Dirette had done.

“He did well, right? What do you think.”

“It’s not bad…”

“Say he did well.”

“But it’s still not as good as me…”

“Tell him he did well.”

“He did well.”

Only after being poked in the side three times by Dirette did Yukbeltire praise his junior.

Ihan was puzzled by the sight of him clutching his side as if in pain.

“Are you not feeling well?”

“…A rude wizard attacked me. Next is Duke Icaldoren. I heard that Duke Icaldoren was caught trying to steal Einrogard’s treasure.”

“Indeed. So.”

Dirette finally realized why the Duke had come.

It was too reckless, no matter how much he believed in his title.

“I don’t know why people like that come out periodically. There was one when we were first years.”

“I really can’t believe it. That’s amazing!”

Ihan feigned surprise.

Yukbeltire nodded silently and brought up what he was going to say next.

“There’s no need to persuade Duke Icaldoren. We’ll kidnap him.”

“Well, I guess that’s okay.”

……

Ihan was taken aback.

Of course, it wasn’t surprising that Yukbeltire was saying to kidnap him.

He was Professor Verdus’s disciple, after all.

But it was a little surprising that Dirette agreed right away.

“Um, is that okay?”

“He’s an external criminal, Junior? The headmaster probably let him in to do that.”

“Yes…”

Without knowing that his junior’s eyes had become slightly subtle, Dirette made a kidnapping plan with his friend.

“I guess other students are aiming for him too?”

“I guess so…”

“We should be prepared for a fight. Do you have anything useful?”

“I can mobilize three combat golems. And eight artifacts.”

“That should be enough. Do you have energy-based magic? There are a lot of defense magic of that type in Einrogard these days, so we should prepare for it.”

Ihan listened with admiration to the wise conversation the seniors were having.

“That should be enough. Let’s go.”

When the conversation was almost over, Yukbeltire called Ihan.

Ihan didn’t understand right away and asked back.

“Where are we going?”

“To kidnap the Duke. Do you perhaps have a curse on your hearing…”

“That’s not it. More than that, can I go too?

Of course, Ihan thought they would leave him behind since the two fifth-year students were only talking to each other.

“We need a combat mage like you as a force.”

Dirette nodded absentmindedly at his friend’s words, then met Ihan’s gaze staring at him.

“…W-Why don’t you wait here?”