Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 979

It was the Mad Clone. He never changed his face, no matter what. But even *he* looked surprised by the students.

The students in the lecture hall clapped at first. Then they got louder and louder, shouting and cheering.

“Let’s build a statue of Headmaster Clone!”

“Remember this day! Today, Saint Gonadaltes defeated the evil Verdus!”

Thud!

“Quiet.”

“Ah. Yes.”

The students suddenly became quiet, as if cold water had been splashed on them.

Even if they were very excited to see Professor Verdus hung upside down, they could calm down quickly.

That was how the students at Einroguard were trained.

“Let me go, Gonadaltes!”

“Don’t you know how to speak to royalty?”

“What? No… you were the one who allowed it!”

The Mad Clone did not torture Professor Verdus.

There were wizards like this even in ancient times, and torture didn’t work well on them back then either.

There was a different way to teach such wizards.

Crack!

The Mad Clone destroyed the artifact Professor Verdus had been working on.

Professor Verdus’s eyes widened in shock.

He looked like he had lost everything.

“Wh… wh… what are you doing?!!!”

“You still haven’t learned your manners.”

The Mad Clone calmly took out Professor Verdus’s next artifact.

Snap!

As the staff broke in two, Professor Verdus screamed.

It had taken 23 wizards and 6 years to make that staff!

Even the meanest students felt sorry for Professor Verdus. But the Mad Clone did not stop.

Lee Han was reminded again that his opponent was an Archmage from ancient times.

No matter how crazy Professor Verdus was, he could not beat an ancient Archmage who had lived through a harsh time.

“I, I was wrong! I was wrong!”

After two more artifacts were smashed, Professor Verdus finally learned his lesson.

The Mad Clone slowly nodded.

“Don’t forget your manners. Teachers must respect themselves.”

Professor Verdus just cried.

Then, the Mad Clone took out the next artifact.

“I haven’t forgotten! I haven’t forgotten!”

“There are no second chances, wizard. Remember that. And… what was the lesson just now?”

“D-Didn’t they teach like this in ancient times?”

Professor Verdus blinked and looked at the Mad Clone carefully.

Lee Han, who was listening, thought, ‘Really?’

He thought he had heard that they taught this way in ancient times.

The student had to watch and learn from the teacher, sometimes even copying their magic.

And sometimes they even killed each other…

Crack!

“Noooo!!”

The Mad Clone destroyed the next artifact. Professor Verdus cried out in pain.

“How dare you insult royalty? Which ancient wizard taught like that?”

“Oh, wasn’t it?”

When Lee Han said that without thinking, the Mad Clone turned his head quickly.

His eyes seemed to say he couldn’t believe his student was saying such nonsense.

“Even if you learn by watching and copying, there are limits. A teacher should not only care about himself.”

‘…That’s true!’

The students agreed without realizing it.

They didn’t know much about ancient times, so they had believed the saying, ‘They learned like this in ancient times’ too easily.

Ancient times were still times when people lived, so they wouldn’t teach in such a strange way.

Even in ancient times, no one would call it teaching if a teacher left his student and only did his own thing.

“That is not a student but a servant. Wizard, are you saying you treated the prince like a servant?”

“I, I didn’t treat him like a servant… I treated him very well…!”

Professor Verdus shook his head.

The Mad Clone didn’t believe it. He looked at the other students and asked.

“How did that wizard treat the prince?”

“He used him the most out of all the students,” Si Geunting said immediately.

Even if he was a professor at their school, a student from the Enchantment Magic School would tell the truth.

Smash!

“When did I ever!!”

Professor Verdus cried as another artifact was smashed.

But Si Geunting didn’t even blink.

Unlike students from other schools, students from the Enchantment Magic School were ready to stay calm whether Professor Verdus cried or not.

“Swear it here, wizard.”

“Wh-What should I swear?”

The Mad Clone didn’t explain. He took out the next artifact.

As another one was destroyed, Professor Verdus shouted whatever came to mind.

“I, I won’t run away with the money! Or is it? I won’t ignore the client’s calls and make things as I want! Th-This isn’t it either? I… I won’t ignore the students’ work?”

Crack, crack, crack!

“Professor, hang in there! You’re doing well!”

“I don’t know! Help me!”

Professor Verdus called out to his student.

But Lee Han couldn’t help. How could he when the Mad Clone was looking at him with cold eyes?

“Just a little more in the current direction!”

“Erm… Even if the students are stupid, I won’t say it out loud?”

“No. You must say that, wizard,” the Mad Clone pointed out.

If they were stupid, he should tell them. Professor Verdus was confused.

‘Is that not it?’

“Think about what you don’t usually do, Professor!”

“Uh, uh… Rest? Answer letters? Prepare exams?”

Crack!

“……”

“I will take care of the students as if they were works of art! Is this also wrong?!”

The smashing stopped. Professor Verdus cried.

His works were being destroyed because of those idiots!

“Stop crying and get ready for the lesson again. I will not forgive you if you do what you did before.”

“B-but, Professor… Sir,” Verdus stammered, catching himself just in time.

“What is it?” the doppelganger asked.

“How should I… teach?” Verdus asked.

The doppelganger glared at him with utter contempt. Professor Verdus wept, begging him not to destroy the remaining artifacts.

Fortunately, the doppelganger didn’t destroy them. Instead, he strung up Professor Verdus and took over the lecture himself.

Lee Han was impressed.

‘Remarkable,’ he thought.

The doppelganger didn’t enjoy teaching those he didn’t consider disciples. Lee Han remembered the many difficult tests he had to pass before being acknowledged.

Yet now, the doppelganger was teaching students who weren’t even his concern. He must have decided it was better to step in himself than to force Professor Verdus to be a good teacher.

‘Professor, you may have lost, but you’ve actually won,’ Lee Han thought, paying his respects inwardly.

Of course, the upside-down Professor Verdus was anything but pleased.

“Leave my artifacts alone! Stop! You’ll ruin them!” he cried.

Professor Verdus cried out as students rushed forward, grabbing pieces of the broken artifacts. How much trouble had he gone through to get the materials for those artifacts?

“Shut up, before I break even more,” the doppelganger said.

Professor Verdus closed his mouth, his expression gloomy. The students, regardless, cheerfully gathered the remains. They would be invaluable in completing their wands.

“Senior, why do you keep staring at Professor Verdus?” Lee Han asked, puzzled.

Senior Bargilios kept glancing at the suspended professor. Could there be something wrong with the seal suspending the professor?

“Ah, sorry. It just makes me happy no matter how many times I look,” Bargilios said.

“…I see,” Lee Han replied.

“I understand,” Yukbertire said.

“…What?” Dirette asked. She was eating a rice ball and writing, her face close to her desk. She looked up when her friend spoke.

She hated seeing him follow her to the workshop and ponder, ‘Why does my junior listen only to you and not me?’ but he was still her friend.

“Dirette, you have dark hair. The Wardanaz family junior also has dark hair,” Yukbertire said.

“Are you just saying ‘dark’ because you can’t remember if it’s black?” Dirette asked.

“But my hair is silver. That difference might be why they don’t listen to me,” Yukbertire said.

“Indeed. A remarkable discovery. You must present it to the Imperial Academy,” Dirette said, her voice flat, showing she was not serious.

She wanted to share this ‘hair color compatibility’ theory with the School of Divination. They would jump for joy.

“…Are you being sarcastic?” Yukbertire asked.

“Of course, I’m being sarcastic!” Dirette exclaimed, as if dumbfounded. Yukbertire’s eyes widened in shock.

“Why? Why would you, Dirette, and not some other insignificant wizard?”

“…Aargh. Fine. I’ll tell you, then,” Dirette said. Her heart softened at her friend’s innocent gaze.

Yukbertire nodded lightly, as if to say he would forgive her if she did.

“Dirette, you can be rude and waste a lot of time, but you know how to reflect,” she said.

Dirette threw away the quill she had just broken and took out a new one.

“Today, there’s a [Wand Materials and Magic Amplification] lecture, right? Go and help the professor and teach the juniors,” she said.

“Why?” Yukbertire asked.

“Can’t you just do what I say for once?” Dirette asked.

“I’ve always listened to your requests, Dirette,” Yukbertire said.

Dirette had to take out another new quill.

Maintaining her composure with a patience no other wizard could display, the top disciple of the Einrogard School of Dark Magic opened her mouth.

“Now, listen carefully, Yukbertire. Juniors have respect for seniors who teach them magic,” she said.

“I’ve already taught them before,” Yukbertire said.

“Filling in for the professor when he’s absent doesn’t count because you were forced to do it. And you have to help much more often than you think,” Dirette said.

“Did you do that too, Dirette?” Yukbertire asked.

“Yes!” Dirette exclaimed.

“Why did you do such a thing? Everyone would have been more comfortable if you hadn’t,” Yukbertire said, criticizing his friend’s actions.

Because Dirette alone had shown such generosity, other seniors had to provide more teaching than average to win the favor of the juniors.

“If you feel wronged, you do it too. Go and win their favor,” Dirette said.

“Hmm,” Yukbertire said, pondering for a moment. Then he shook his head.

“No, I won’t do it,” he said.

Dirette threw the quill far away. She couldn’t afford to break any more.

“Why?” Dirette asked.

“Professor Verdus is in charge of today’s lecture. Considering that I fill in when he’s usually absent, I can’t waste such a precious opportunity,” Yukbertire said.

It was Yukbertire who had to step in and teach whenever Professor Verdus vacated the lecture hall. He didn’t want to waste the rare time that Professor Verdus was actually in the lecture hall.

Of course, Dirette couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

‘You’re wasting my time with nonsense right now…’ she thought.

“You learn a lot while teaching juniors,” Dirette said.

“No. I’ve thought about it, and there’s nothing new I can learn while helping with the [Wand Materials and Magic Amplification] lecture,” Yukbertire said.

“Hey, get out,” Dirette said, trying to avoid hitting her friend.

Just then, a junior entered the workshop.

“Senior! Do you know what happened today!? You’ll be amazed when you hear it!”

“Oguldos, I’m sorry, but bones disappearing happens more often than you think…” Dirette said.

“The headmaster’s doppelganger beat up Professor Verdus and lectured in his place!” Oguldos exclaimed.

Dirette was genuinely surprised. However, no matter how surprised she was, it couldn’t compare to Yukbertire. Yukbertire said with a shocked expression,

“Why didn’t you call me?”