Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 821

Still, because he was a student from the Magic Tower (and because he was Dire’s friend, which was also important), Lee Han tried to defend Yukbeltire a little.

“He’s not a bad person,” Lee Han said.

“What? He’s Bibble’s top student. How can he not be a bad person?” someone replied.

Lee Han thought, ‘This person is as stubborn as a pirate.’

Lee Han felt hopeless from the start. How could he defend Yukbeltire when everyone knew he was Professor Verdus’s student from the beginning?

“…I’m also Professor Verdus’s student,” Lee Han pointed out.

“You young one. Are you defending him just because he’s a senior from the same school? I bet that arrogant ‘Little Verdus’ wouldn’t even think of you as a junior.”

“Well, I don’t really think of him as a senior either…” Lee Han mumbled.

Lagesa wondered if Einrogard Enchantment Magic School was really okay. The students seemed to have even less loyalty than pirates.

“Then why are you defending him?” someone asked.

“I happened to see that bronze golem,” Lee Han explained.

“Ah, that. It was well-made, though,” the person admitted.

“What did Senior Little Verdus say to make you so angry?” Lee Han asked.

“He came to me with the bronze golem,” the person answered.

“And?” Lee Han asked.

“That’s all,” the person said.

“That’s it?” Lee Han asked, confused.

Sensing Lee Han’s confusion, Lagesa explained, “You know about the gold coin box that Torgerd’s daughter threw at Bibble. Can’t you guess what it means for Bibble’s student to come to me with a bronze golem so openly?”

Lee Han knew the story. Torgerd’s daughter had thrown a box of gold coins at Bibble as a public insult. For Bibble’s top student to come to Lagesa with a golem felt like another arrogant challenge, a reminder of Bibble’s power and disrespect.

“Maybe he just wanted to compete with magic fairly,” Lee Han suggested.

“Hmph!” the person scoffed.

Lagesa briefly explained the conversation that had happened:

“-Greetings, Lagesa. I am Yukbeltire, a fifth-year student at Einrogard.”

“-I know. You’re Bibble’s student, aren’t you?”

“-That is correct.”

“-Knowing the bad blood between me and Bibble, do you know what it means for his student to come to me like this?”

“-Lagesa, a wizard is only judged by their magic. There’s no reason to hold onto old grudges or mistakes.”

“-So, the master’s business has nothing to do with you as a student?”

“-That is correct.”

“-Hmph. Well, I suppose I’m also responsible for being tricked by Bibble… so it’s come to his student…”

“-That is correct.”

“-…Get out!”

Lee Han thought, ‘Senior Yukbeltire was wrong.’

Lee Han regretted trying to defend him. Why did he try to defend someone like that?

Lee Han thought, ‘If it were me, I would have said, ‘The one who tricked you is at fault! I’ll catch him right away!’

“Senior Little and Evil Verdus is not very polite,” someone said.

“He seems to be. That’s why he’s a Verdus student,” the person replied.

“Can’t you give him another chance? That bronze golem is really well-made,” Lee Han pleaded.

“…Alright! Fine. I’ll give him one more chance, only because I feel sorry for you, the babysitting young one. Bring it later.”

“I’m not Senior Yukbeltire’s babysitter,” Lee Han protested.

“I wasn’t talking about Little Verdus, but the babysitter of the guys in your year?” the person clarified.

“??” Lee Han was confused.

Lee Han was worried as he headed to the Healing Magic classroom.

He hadn’t been able to attend the last lecture because of unavoidable circumstances.

Of course, being kidnapped by a crazy ancient wizard was a good reason…

Lee Han thought, ‘But the Healing Magic School might not think it’s a good reason.’

The Healing Magic School was short on people, so every person was important. That’s why the Skull Headmaster had forced all first-year students to listen.

Still, the Healing Magic School had the highest dropout rate when students became second-year students.

Just among his friends, very few people were in the Healing Magic School.

“Ah! Senior Phil!” Lee Han called out.

In times like these, nothing was more reliable than a senior.

Unlike other fifth-year students, Phil of the Healing Magic School had never been in outside activities, presentations, or research.

Lee Han knew the reason. ‘He must have been working while helping the professor…’

“You…!” Phil exclaimed.

“Nice to see you,” Lee Han said.

“I was relieved because I thought you had finally given up on the Healing Magic School!” Phil said.

Lagesa, who was next to him, was excited about the conversation and took out snuff from his pouch. ‘This is Einrogard!’

“Why would you think that? I’m a full-department student,” Lee Han replied.

“Honestly, I think you can be seen as a full-department student even if you don’t go to the Healing Magic School…” Phil said, looking troubled.

Lee Han asked, “Did I get kicked out of school because I missed the last lecture without permission?”

“What are you talking about? Our school doesn’t kick people out. We’ll take you out and use you even if you go to the Imperial Prison,” Phil said.

“Senior, there’s a guest here, so please be quiet…” Lee Han said.

“Ah. I’m sorry. I was just joking,” Phil apologized.

“Hee hee hee. Keep going. Keep going,” Lagesa chuckled.

Phil was too tired to ask who Lagesa was. His junior was more important.

“I didn’t kick you out, but I thought you finally realized the importance of choice and focus because you didn’t come…” Phil said.

“…I was just kidnapped,” Lee Han explained.

“Oh, dear. Really? What happened to the other person?” Phil asked.

Lee Han realized that Phil hadn’t heard any news. Someone locked in the disciplinary room would have heard more.

“It’s a long story. Anyway, Senior, I’m worried because I missed the last lecture. Can I catch up?” Lee Han asked.

“You did the second-year course on your own last year, so of course you can catch up,” Phil assured him.

“Hey. Tell me more about that story,” Lagesa said, giving Phil an Imperial gold coin.

Phil took the gold coin, confused.

“It’s not hard, but… we have to go to the lecture room first. This week is also the week of simple exams,” Phil explained.

Lee Han realized that it was the week for ordinary quizzes. ‘No. They’re giving an exam even during club week… I was too foolish. Of course, they would.’

Lee Han asked, “Is there an exam?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know either. I have to go and see,” Phil replied.

Lee Han wondered if Phil was lying, but Phil looked sincere. ‘What is it?’

Usually, fifth-year students who helped professors knew the exam content. Last year, one unlucky first-year student heard the exam content from the professor while helping other friends with the exam…

“More than that, what did you miss because you were absent from the last lecture… wait a minute. Let’s just grab a few important things,” Phil said.

“Ah. Yes,” Lee Han replied.

Lee Han listened carefully as Phil began to talk about healing magic.

“First of all, you’ve become a second-year student and a proper member of the Healing Magic School,” Phil said.

“Yes,” Lee Han confirmed.

“You need a nickname,” Phil stated.

“Oh, right. Not a pseudonym, but a nickname. Let’s call it a nickname because calling it a pseudonym makes it sound suspicious,” Phil corrected himself.

Healing magicians often used nicknames because their work could sometimes involve dangerous or sensitive situations. Keeping their real names secret was a way to protect themselves and their families.

“What nickname are you going to use?” Phil asked.

“Uh, Guinan though…” Lee Han suggested.

“No. It’s too long and easy to remember. It has to be one or two letters,” Phil said.

“I’ll think about it later. What else?” Lee Han asked.

“Nothing else, really,” Phil replied.

“Really?” Lee Han asked.

“Like I said, you learned the second-year course on your own last year,” Phil reminded him.

Treating wounds like cuts usually starts in the second year. In the first year, you practice the basics.

“Oh. There come the ‘Devil’ and ‘Goat’ juniors,” Phil said.

“?

Lee Han turned to see who had such ridiculous nicknames. It was Tizling and Angalo.

Lee Han thought, ‘I’m better off having made it Gonadaltestes.’

-How about Basilisk?

As the baby basilisk asked, Lee Han changed the subject. “I’ll think about it later. Hey, guys! Over here!”

Tizling and Angalo found Lee Han and looked surprised. Then they said,

“Weren’t you going to stop listening to the Healing Magic School?”

“I thought you were going to stop listening?!”

Lee Han looked at Phil, who said, “I guess I was too talkative to my juniors because I was happy.”

The Healing Magic School’s lecture, >Practical Healing Magic>, had several unique points.

First, second-year, third-year, and fourth-year students all listened together.

Next was the lecture room.

Unlike professors who didn’t like to lecture in their own magic towers, Professor Alcasis lectured in her magic tower, Dogugwan (刀圭館).

It was partly because she was too lazy to find a separate lecture location, but the facilities of Dogugwan also helped.

Lee Han and his friends looked up at the sky, astonished. Dozens of wyverns were flying around.

The sky above Dogugwan was a flurry of wings. Dozens of wyverns, like giant, leathery birds, swooped and soared, their shadows racing across the tower. The air buzzed with the beat of their wings and the shouts of the Death Knights directing traffic.

Anyone who saw it would have thought it was an attack. However, the wyverns weren’t attacking.

The wyverns, each carrying flags showing where they came from and why, stopped in the air, dropped patients to the ground, and returned. Then, Dogugwan sucked the patients into the tower before they touched the ground.

Patients from all over the Empire who needed healing magic ran and flew to Einrogard.

The Death Knights, who were organizing the traffic in the sky, greeted Lee Han happily. -Oh. Student Lee Han. The Healing Magic School…

Didn’t you quit?

Phil was too ashamed to lift his head.

“Is it okay to have so many patients?” Lee Han asked.

“It’s like this when there are a lot of them. Let’s hope the patients don’t hurt as much. That way, the exam will be easier,” Phil said.

Lee Han realized what the Healing Magic quiz was. The patients who came were the exam.

“Pfft, is everyone here? Oh. Senior Phil, you’ve come too!” Palcrius, a priest from the Kitchen Club, handed out sandwiches he had made at the entrance of Dogugwan.

The sandwiches smelled warm and comforting, with hints of spices and fresh bread.

Then he was surprised to see Lee Han. “Weren’t you going to quit the Healing Magic School?!”

“…Senior Phil spread fake rumors,” Lee Han said.

“Oh, dear! Anyway, that’s good. Wodanaz, isn’t that bad for you? Haha! Everyone, go upstairs! Quickly!” Palcrius said.

They were pushed into Dogugwan by Palcrius, and a huge hall appeared. It was wider than a banquet hall.

The Healing Magic School students were treating patients, divided by grade.

-Where do I send this patient?

-To the second year.

-What about this patient?

-To the third year.

-This patient is…

-If you ask me one more time, I’ll turn you into a patient!

-So, sorry. Professor.

In the busy atmosphere, Lee Han and his friends tried to move to the second year. Phil and Palcrius grabbed Lee Han’s shoulders.

“?

“Oh, well…” Phil said.

“Pfft. Phil and I were going to take you to the fourth-year area,” Palcrius said.

“No, you idiot!” Phil exclaimed.

“Oh. Isn’t that so?” Palcrius asked, embarrassed.

“It’s the third-year area no matter what! What are you taking him to the fourth-year area for already! The third year is fast enough!” Phil argued.

“He has a lot of magic power and can use fourth-circle magic, so he can help enough, right? Anyway, if it’s assistance, the third year or the fourth year…” Palcrius said.

“That’s true, but…” Phil said.

While Phil was being pushed back by logic, Tizling and Angalo stole Lee Han and ran to the second-year area.

“Oh, oh! You cowardly ones! Come back! Give Wodanaz back!” Palcrius shouted.

“Palcrius, be quiet!” Phil scolded.

“I’m sorry. Professor!” Palcrius apologized.

Lee Han was quickly pulled into the bustling second-year area, leaving the shouting seniors behind. He took a deep breath, ready to face whatever healing challenges awaited him.

Lagesa watched all this with a satisfied expression before quietly going downstairs. If he stayed here, Alcasis’s personality would make him work too!