Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 825

Falcrius’s ears caught a faint cry of alarm. “Oh! Professor!” It was Yihan’s voice.

Falcrius quickly turned to Professor Alcasis. “Professor, may I be excused for a moment?”

Professor Alcasis glanced at the patient’s wrist, where moments ago, small, twitching feet had been erupting. “Yes, Falcrius,” he said, his voice rough with tiredness. “Since no more feet are sprouting… everyone can take a short break.”

“Thank you,” Falcrius replied, relief mixed with worry in his voice. “I’m a bit concerned. You know, about the wizard from Mulmasan Mountain Magic Tower? I left him with my junior, Yihan, for a moment.”

Professor Alcasis turned his weary gaze to Falcrius. “Falcrius,” he said, his tone firm.

“Yes, Professor?” Falcrius stood straighter.

As he spoke, Professor Alcasis raised his wand. Flames erupted from its tip, engulfing the severed feet in a burst of heat and the acrid smell of burning flesh. “Your junior,” the Professor stated, his eyes never leaving the flames, “will manage just fine. Mind your own business.”

Falcrius hesitated. “But… Professor, he’s only a second-year student…”

Falcrius was surprised.

He sometimes forgot if Yihan was in his first or second year. But Yihan was a second-year student, right?

The wizard from the Mulmasan Mountain Magic Tower was a tricky case, and his condition could worsen at any time.

“He’s the one who cast the curse himself. There’s no telling when he might act strangely.”

“That’s why I said he’ll manage just fine.”

Professor Alcasis suppressed a yawn, speaking in a rough, hoarse voice.

Having not slept for so long, he was drinking strong sleep-repelling and insomnia potions, yet he still kept yawning.

“Isn’t it because you keep acting like this that the students are deserting! He’ll come to me!”

Falcrius, flustered, turned around.

“No… Falcrius! Falcrius!”

The professor called out to his student, flustered. Falcrius didn’t stop and left.

“Don’t you dare not come back while pretending to be angry! We’ll start again in 30 minutes!”

“…I know!”

Falcrius retorted, annoyed at the professor’s shout.

Alcasis of the Lagrinde family was a respectable wizard, but at times like this, Falcrius felt he was going too far.

Professor Alcasis believed weak wizards wouldn’t succeed as healers. He thought it was necessary to push them hard. But Falcrius wondered if the Professor was going too far.

It wouldn’t be too late to do it after the juniors had toughened up a bit.

If he treated them like this from the start, the already small number of second-year juniors might dwindle even further. Besides, in the case of Wodanaz, he was taking many courses from other schools as well…

“Oh, what are you doing?”

Falcrius blinked, confused.

The Mulmasan Mountain Magic Tower wizard, Bajun, was struggling while being restrained.

“Kuh! It’s only because I was ambushed! Because I was careless! If we had fought properly, I wouldn’t have been subdued like this by a second-year student!”

“I understand, so please stay still.”

“Let me go! Let’s try again!”

“I can’t. We need to check if there’s something wrong with your head first. I can’t release you until then.”

“I’m telling you I’m fine!? Give me my wand!”

“Judging by the way you’re talking, I don’t think you’re fine. I’m warning you. Stay still.”

“If I don’t stay still, what are you gonna d… Ack! Cough! I, I surrender!”

Bajun, who hadn’t imagined that the telekinesis suppressing him was being used lightly, quickly shouted at the force tightening around his neck, arms, and legs.

What kind of second-year student uses such strong magic?

“Ah. Senior. Did you see?”

“Oh… oh, yes. I came. But… that… did the curse perhaps go to his head?”

Falcrius wondered if Bajun had gone berserk due to the curse while he wasn’t looking, and Yihan had subdued him.

“No. I healed the curse for now, but he suddenly started saying strange things, so I called you. Could you please check him?”

“What did you do?”

“Strange things?”

“No. Before that. You healed the curse?”

“Yes.”

Falcrius rushed over to Bajun.

Bajun, grabbed by Falcrius’s large hands, coughed and shouted.

“Gently, gently…”

“I’m reducing my strength.”

“Ah. Sorry. I was holding him with telekinesis.”

Yihan apologized and released Bajun’s collar. Bajun glared at him slyly.

Falcrius performed several magical examinations on the patient, starting with checking for external injuries, then soul examination, spirit projection, spirit detection, and so on.

And, astonishingly, not a trace of the curse remained. Bajun was perfectly fine.

“It’s… it’s completely healed, Junior! What on earth did you do!”

“Yes? Is his head okay too?”

“Yes!”

“I told you it was!!”

Yihan, with suspicious eyes, released the other telekinetic restraints. Bajun stood up, huffing.

“You were definitely saying strange things… something about where the prisoner is…”

“…That’s because I was surprised!”

“You suddenly called me a saint too.”

“That’s… isn’t that a reaction anyone would have?!”

Bajun tried to make excuses, but then stopped, feeling embarrassed.

Anyone would have said something similar!

“Why is a saint coming up?”

Falcrius looked at Yihan, confused.

“It’s because that guy didn’t purify or weaken the curse, but just absorbed it into himself! It’s only natural to call him a saint… Ack!”

Before he could finish speaking, Falcrius grabbed Bajun by the collar with both fists and lifted him into the air.

“Did you order him to do it!!”

“Cough, no! No…! He did it on his own…!”

“How could a second-year student know how to do that on his own, you damned Mulmasan Mountain idiot!”

“Oh. I did it on my own, Senior.”

“…Oh, really?”

Falcrius, flustered by Yihan’s words, quickly put the patient down.

Then, he cleared his throat and said.

“I think there was a slight misunderstanding. Ahem.”

“Those Einrogard guys are all eccentric anyway.”

Bajun grumbled, rubbing his neck.

He couldn’t count how many times he had been choked today.

Yihan smiled and said.

“I think there was a mistake because it was an emergency situation.”

‘Was it an emergency situation?’

Bajun didn’t really agree, but he decided to let it go.

In fact, if someone healed a curse that was so difficult to cure, it was worth being grabbed by the collar a few times.

“Yeah. Anyway, thank you so much for healing me. And what’s so special about a saint? Anyone who saves someone’s life when they’re about to end up like Professor Verdus is a saint. You’re a saint, you young rascal.”

“Are you really sure you’re alright in the head?”

Yihan ignored the other’s words and whispered to Falcrius. Falcrius nodded slightly.

“Thank you again, and I’ll keep my promise. Be sure to come visit Mulmasan Mountain. But I have to leave now. My research is too far behind. Goodbye!”

Bajun didn’t even bother putting on his shoes and quickly ran to the airfield above the Magic Tower.

Then, he hooked a magical chain onto the claws of a flying wyvern and was whisked away.

-That crazy wizard! What are you doing! Are you going to take responsibility if the wyvern’s claws break?!

-I’m sorry! Please take me with you! Just drop me off on the way to Mulmasan Mountain!

“Wodanaz. You absorbed someone else’s curse?”

“Yes. But my resistance is strong, so I’m fine.”

Just because one’s resistance was strong didn’t mean anyone could absorb someone else’s curse without hesitation.

It was something that couldn’t be done without a strong sense of responsibility and determination towards others.

‘Professor. You were right!’

Falcrius realized that Professor Alcasis was seeing his students properly.

He had thought of him as someone so worn out by work and fatigue that he didn’t even know if he was drinking coffee or tea, but that wasn’t the case.

‘But why couldn’t he recognize us last time?’

In fact, during last year’s winter break, Professor Alcasis had encountered Healing Magic School students who had changed into casual clothes.

And he had passed by without recognizing them.

It was such a shocking story that it was still being talked about among the Healing Magic School students.

-The professor really didn’t recognize us back then, right?

-Honestly, I still suspect he doesn’t remember us now…

‘He must have just been too bothered to deal with us. We misunderstood.’

Falcrius resolved to tell his juniors what he had just realized.

There was no way someone who was so interested in the newly arrived Wodanaz wouldn’t know about the other juniors.

“Senior.”

Yihan called out cautiously when Falcrius remained silent.

“Huh? Why?”

“Are you perhaps angry that I healed the patient?”

“What!? No?! Why would you think that?”

“Weren’t you happy at the thought of researching unique and interesting diseases for a year?”

“…W-well, that’s true. But that doesn’t mean I’m angry about you healing him!”

Falcrius, flustered, suspected that this junior might be thinking of him as a strange person.

Honestly, when it came to being strange, the junior who was only a second-year student had absorbed a curse into his body without even fully understanding it, which was much more…

“Junior. I’m warning you just in case, but you mustn’t absorb other people’s curses recklessly.”

Falcrius quickly warned him as he realized that his junior was much stranger than he had thought.

It was an obvious thing to say, but it was also a necessary thing to say.

“Why would I do such a thing?”

“What was it you just did?”

“That’s… an exception.”

“Then don’t absorb even exceptions recklessly. Got it?”

“Yes…”

‘I think he’s angry.’

Lagesa grumbled every three seconds. Yihan couldn’t stand it any longer and apologized.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you.”

“You brat. Did you call me on purpose?”

“No! What misunderstanding!'”

Yihan, like a skilled Einrogard student, absolutely denied it.

Lagesa smiled like a kind grandmother and said.

“Hee hee hee. I was just asking out of admiration. You can be honest. Do you think I’d get angry over something like this? The daughter of Torgerd?”

‘Yes.’

Yihan answered instantly in his mind and then said insincerely.

“I really called you to introduce you to Lady Lagesa.”

‘Tch.’

Lagesa clicked her tongue.

This brat was so cunning that he would never fall for any trap, no matter how obvious. He was the kind of talent who would have become a great pirate if he had been a pirate.

“I couldn’t even look around properly because I was helping Alcasis. Was there anything interesting?”

“Nothing much. There was a wizard from Mulmasan Mountain…”

“Oh. Are you talking about Bajun? I bet on how many curses that brat could withstand.”

Yihan was slightly surprised at the name of the more famous wizard than he had expected.

“Yes. That’s him. I healed him.”

“How? That wouldn’t have been easy?”

“I absorbed the curse.”

Lagesa was so shocked that she couldn’t speak.

From the audacity to absorb a curse that was so severe it had to be brought to Einrogard, to the magic to be able to absorb it.

Both were unbelievably amazing.

And the most amazing thing was that all of this had happened behind her back without her noticing at all.

“You should have told me, you brat! Should I hang you from the mast! Should I make you like Bible!”

“N-no! You were busy!'”

“No matter how busy I am, I should have seen that! That’s what I came to see! I just became a dullard who only worked!”

Lagesa, who had been huffing and puffing for a while, calmed down and asked.

“When is your next lecture?”

“1…”

“In one hour?”

“No. In one minute. You’ll have to run.”

Yihan, who was running ahead, stopped.

“Why are you stopping?”

“Oh, I think it would be better for me to go to this lecture alone. Wouldn’t it be better for Lady Lagesa to just look around the 7th floor again?”

“Why is that, you brat?”

Lagesa revealed a grinning smile and snatched the timetable from Yihan’s hand.

She couldn’t even guess which lecture this cunning fellow didn’t want to go to together.

‘Could it be a lecture he’s not confident in?’

It could unexpectedly be a liberal arts lecture. Usually, people who are crazy about magic are clumsy when it comes to the empire’s etiquette.

>Wand Materials and Magic Amplification>

Professor, Bible Verdus

Lagesa’s face twisted horribly, like a pirate who had encountered a storm.