Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 926

Gainan said, “And Sharkan isn’t the type to sulk.”

Ihan thought, *So, you think I am? I’m not childish! If anyone is, it’s Jaurin.*

“Well, yeah. An undead summon wouldn’t sulk just because he wasn’t called, would he?”

Gainan nodded, agreeing with his friend.

Gainan knew a lot about black magic, more than other subjects at school.

Basically, undead summons don’t get upset or sulk just because their master doesn’t call them often.

“Ihan, you’re right. Well, I guess they’re all the same? Who would like it if a wizard summoned them arbitrarily while they were playing card games in another dimension? They’d rather not be called. Spirits must be the same.”

“No. Spirits like to be called periodically.”

Gainan became gloomy.

Wizards who made contracts with spirits cared about their relationship. They would call their spirits regularly to build a stronger bond.

Even Ihan periodically summoned the Flame Sparrow Spirit, the Frost Squirrel Spirit, or the Dark Orb Spirit in his private room, even if he didn’t summon Sharkan right away (of course, the spirits didn’t like it very much)…

“Hmph. I wish my undead liked being summoned by me, too.”

“You’ll get close someday.”

‘Or subdue them with force.’

In Ihan’s view, it seemed easier for Gainan to master black magic and subdue the undead than to become friends with them.

Undead summoning didn’t work through intimacy like spirit summoning.

‘More than that, if he’s not sulking, then what is it?’

Ihan fiddled with Sharkan’s bone fragment, which was under oath, and tried summoning him again, but there was really no response.

If he was really sulking, there should be some kind of rejection, but this was a bit embarrassing.

Ihan: “Um, Professor? Excuse me, Professor Mortoom, is there a problem?”

“Ah, Professor!”

Just then, Professor Mortoom of the Black Magic School coughed dryly and walked out.

Thinking it was a good opportunity, Ihan asked a question.

“I have something to ask you.”

Professor Mortoom: (Coughs) “Hmm? A question for me? Well, well. What is it then?”

The professor, who always looked sickly, tilted his head and wondered.

Professor Mortoom was surprised. Boys from the Wodanaz family, except for Gainan, Imirgue, and Raphaelle, rarely asked questions.

“It must be quite a difficult problem.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Is that so? Tell me.”

When he said he wasn’t a disciple, Professor Mortoom changed his mind.

Seeing him say that, it seemed like it really wasn’t a big deal.

“Sharkan can’t be summoned.”

“…Ahem! Ahem, ahem, ahem!!!”

Professor Mortoom started coughing like crazy. It was as if he had choked.

Ihan was taken aback and asked.

“Are you alright?”

“Ahem… didn’t you say it wasn’t a difficult problem!”

“Ah, no. I just thought it was a minor problem?”

Even while coughing, Professor Mortoom shook his head.

Sharkan not being summoned was a more serious problem than he thought.

Sharkan was originally a powerful monster, like a giant leopard, who lived in the Rocky Mountains and was worshipped by other leopards.

It was naturally dangerous to use such a powerful monster as an undead.

A strong being was bound to descend on a strong body, and that was even more so if that being belonged to the undead realm.

No matter how much Professor Mortoom was a professor at Einroguard, he wouldn’t deliberately give a first-year student a dangerously precarious undead summon. He gave it as a gift after taking sufficient safety measures.

Ihan wore an awkward expression.

‘Was there such a thing?’

He had never felt any safety measures.

Sharkan was an undead summon with destructive power from the start. If Ihan hadn’t subdued or persuaded him, there was a high possibility that he would have attacked at any time.

“Was that safety measure something that prevented him from attacking me? Sharkan was a bit friendly, but…”

“Ahem. It’s not like that. I just weakened his power.”

Ihan’s eyes turned a little cold.

Did he not know the meaning of ‘safety measure’?

‘To say such ridiculous things. No wonder his cough won’t stop.’

He should have placed a ban on attacking, but what kind of safety measure was it to just weaken his power a little!

“So, what did you do to weaken his power with that safety measure…?”

“Ahem. Sharkan is a clone.”

“?”

“The main body is a powerful figure in the undead realm. When that figure’s power weakened, I stole a clone and brought it out.”

“Excuse me???”

Ihan was shocked by Sharkan’s lineage, which was far more extraordinary than he had thought.

Whose what did he steal and bring out?

There were quite a few beings who had the property of splitting into clones, even if they weren’t the Skull Headmaster.

Just looking at the Hydra, didn’t each of its nine heads make separate judgments?

If such a Hydra became stronger or had the ability to clone itself, it would split as if it were splitting apart.

And of course, the power of such divided beings was bound to be weaker than the original being.

…But that didn’t mean you should steal it and bring it out!

“No. What on earth did you do? To commit such a naive theft just because the opponent was weakened!”

Ihan, who was shocked, lost his composure and pointed out the professor.

To openly commit theft just because the opponent was weakened.

It was a stupid mistake that a member of the Location Movement Club would never make.

What kind of retaliation would come later if you raided the mansion of a demon lord just because he was a little weaker?

It was even the demon lord’s clone, not just an object or treasure.

“Ahem. Listen to the end. It’s not like I just committed theft. I did steal it, but it was only after negotiating with the other party.”

“I think that’s a different concept from the theft I know…”

Professor Mortoom coughed and continued to explain.

The professor, who had been traveling in the undead realm before, had the opportunity to face a powerful being by chance.

The being resided in a palace made of obsidian mirrors spewing out smoke, and its form was constantly changing. If you concentrated and stared at it, a huge leopard-like shape was faintly revealed above it.

Professor Mortoom sensed the being’s power. He thought about the treasures a palace like this might hold and considered exploring it.

Ihan was speechless inside, but he held back.

“Ahem. That’s because I felt that the opponent was weakened due to the fight. I don’t usually provoke the boss of another dimension first.”

‘Even if the opponent is weakened, I don’t think I’d immediately prepare to rob them like that.’

Anyway, Professor Mortoom, who was strong against the weak, did not miss the opportunity to obtain treasure from another dimension and took action.

And of course, the other party noticed the sign.

Despite hearing the palace’s momentum and his title, the other party stepped back and proposed negotiations when the wizard tried to enter.

-Wizard. Do not invade the palace of the beast that rules death and darkness. I will give you one of my clones as a gift, and this clone will become a powerful undead.

-Ahem. What if I still want to go in?

-Then you will perish.

Professor Mortoom chose not to be greedy and stepped back, feeling the opponent’s power even in his weakened state.

A clone of a powerful undead was valuable enough.

“Ahem. He really gave it stingily. Just a small piece of a clone, without its own mind.”

Professor Mortoom coughed and continued to complain, as if he still thought he had suffered a loss.

“Please continue the story. What happened to that clone?”

“Ah. That’s right.”

The professor slowly nodded and explained.

The clone he received from the powerful undead clearly had extraordinary power, but it was just a newborn clone without ego or reason.

It wasn’t very profitable for Professor Mortoom to rule and manage such a thing.

After thinking about what to do, he fixed the clone to Sharkan’s remains and re-birthed it as an undead monster.

The result was successful. This newly born undead monster, Sharkan, reliably protected the freshmen and did all sorts of dirty work.

“…Professor. I have a question.”

Ihan, who had been listening as calmly as possible, tried to maintain a cold expression and raised his hand.

He could somehow accept that Sharkan was not an ordinary undead monster, but had the bloodline of an extraordinary undead being.

“So, what is the safety measure you mentioned, Professor?”

“Ahem. I told you. I weakened his power. A clone at the level of a fragment is not very dangerous.”

He couldn’t believe that was really the safety measure.

Ihan firmly resolved to cast magic behind Professor Mortoom’s back later and shout, ‘This isn’t really painful, is it? Haha.’

Even if it was a fragment-level clone without an ego, it was threatening enough if it had the body of a powerful monster.

In fact, Sharkan fought incredibly well, didn’t he?

If Ihan hadn’t subdued or handled him, that attack could have flown at Ihan himself…!

‘No wonder he acts a little childish.’

It made sense if he was a newborn clone separated from the main body. It was understandable that he acted like a kitten or puppy.

“But why can’t he be summoned?”

“Ahem. There are many reasons. But the most likely one is that the main body has recovered its power.”

“!”

Ihan realized what Professor Mortoom was saying.

Since the original body had given up the clone in an unfavorable situation, it was not strange to recover the clone if it regained its power and was in a favorable situation.

“No. You went to steal it and made such a losing deal? I only had him for a year!”

“Ahem. That’s strange. I thought I could use it for at least a hundred years…”

Professor Mortoom, being a wizard, was naturally well aware of the loopholes in the deal.

Since it was the other party’s clone, they would naturally recover it if they recovered from their injuries and regained their power.

But the professor thought that period would take at least a hundred years.

How did he shorten it to about a year?

“That’s strange. Strange. Ahem. Could Sharkan have been absorbing magic separately?”

“Yes?”

“Ahem. If the clone absorbs magic, the main body would have absorbed magic as well, and then recovering power would be…”

Professor Mortoom shook his head as he spoke.

No matter how he thought about it, it was too absurd a calculation.

Considering the strength he felt when he met him in the undead realm, he could vaguely estimate the magic power needed to recover from the injury.

No matter how much magic the boy from the Wodanaz family had, it would be difficult to be fine after being absorbed such an amount of magic, and it would be even more difficult not to notice…

Ihan’s face turned pale.

Professor Mortoom was most shocked by that sight today.

“Ahem, to waste so much magic!”

“You gave it to me in the first place without saying anything! If he was that kind of guy, I would have gotten rid of him!”

Ihan wanted to enforce the Einroguard professors’ explanations in the school rules.

Why on earth do they give dangerous objects to their disciples without saying anything?

‘Maybe there’s a demon sleeping in the rags the school gave me, too.’

Dirette, a strict senior student, was walking out yawning, and was surprised to see her disciple and professor arguing loudly.

The Black Magic School didn’t have many advantages, but one of them was harmony.

“What?! What’s going on?!”

“Senior! I almost died because of the professor!”

“Ahem, I gave him a gift, but what kind of slander is this…”

“Wait. Explain calmly.”

Dirette calmed her junior and listened to the explanation.

And the more she listened to the explanation, the more bizarre Dirette’s expression became.

“…Oh, so you’re saying that you’ve been restoring a powerful being in the undead realm while living your daily life?”

“It’s all because of the professor!”