Life of a Magic Academy Mage - Chapter 757

Episode 757

Fortunately, Delet was not a person so ruthless as to scold a junior who ran towards him with good intentions.

“Just die!”

“why???”

However, the senior who took advantage of the junior was someone who should be scolded enough.

Direth took advantage of Yukveltyre’s weakness while conducting magic research to attack him.

At best, he was excluded from the attack and defense magic, but seeing his friend commit such a treacherous act, Yukveltyre was tied up and scolded.

“Dirette. Such a disgraceful surprise attack. “It fell to the level of the White Tiger Tower.”

Delet also covered his friend’s mouth. There was nothing I couldn’t say.

“So what were you doing?”

“We have improved the magic circle here.”

Direth found a newly drawn magic circle and structural diagram among a pile of hundreds of sheets of paper and read them while letting out a small exclamation.

I definitely got a feel for how my friend was trying to improve.

“That’s clever.”

Yukveltire nodded as if it was obvious.

“But it’s not something you can ask your juniors for help with. It’s too difficult and too vast. This is something you just have to do on your own. “Why are you asking your junior to do this?”

“Ugh.”

“…I’ll let you go, so don’t talk nonsense. Dishonor, insult, waste of time, White Tiger Tower, etc. are all prohibited.”

When the magic gag disappeared, Yukveltire was able to open his mouth again.

“I seek help from my junior, and he learns magic. what is the problem?”

“What do you need to learn about magic? Do you think your second-year junior will learn anything from helping you with magic? “You have to be at least at a certain level to be able to learn.”

“Professor Bible says the junior of the Wardanaz family is at that level.”

“……”

Delet, caught off guard, was speechless.

Lee Han gave his senior a look of encouragement, telling him not to be pushed aside.

– Cheer up. senior. Seniors can do it.

Direth cursed Professor Verdus, who answered without notice, then Yukveltyre, and finally his junior.

You have to be a moderately honors student, but isn’t this kind of situation that comes up when you work while helping the professor with magic?

“Professor Bible is talking nonsense.”

“Professor Bible is accurate when it comes to magic. Delet.”

“Quiet. Anyway, I can’t let my junior participate in your difficult research based on Professor Bible’s opinion alone. “I’m only a second year student.”

“Even the principal said it was at that level.”

“……”

Delet was shocked by his friend’s answer.

What…?

“Don’t lie. “With your personality, there’s no way I could go and ask you two.”

Yukveltire shrugged his shoulders and answered coolly.

“The principal came while Professor Bible was checking my research.”

“why?”

“I don’t know why. He attacked the professor right away. After the attack, I had a chance to talk about my research, so I asked two people about it. “They both agreed it was a great opportunity.”

‘…Should I have sent a real letter?’

Delet gritted his teeth at the two who couldn’t help him.

I can’t believe you gave me that kind of answer when I couldn’t stop you.

Of course, from a purely magical perspective, that answer could have been correct.

If you look at it objectively, your junior may have the skills to help and learn while helping.

However, if you have a conscience, shouldn’t you recognize what kind of situation your junior is in and anticipate how things will turn out if you give Yukbeltyre a positive answer?

“That’s it. I will help you, so you can pretend that nothing happened. okay?”

“Your help and your junior’s help are completely separate areas…”

Delet ignored his friend’s words and motioned to Lee Han. It meant to go back quickly.

“Junior. From now on, never come to this workshop. okay?”

“It seems like you are excessively interfering and giving instructions to your junior…”

The magic gag was placed in the princess’s mouth again. Delet gestured to his junior once more.

Get out quickly!

* * *

‘…I feel uncomfortable.’

Even though Lee Han was released, a part of him felt a little uncomfortable.

I felt like my senior was caught because of me for no reason.

Of course, Direth himself said, ‘I’m just helping you because I’m close to you, so don’t think it’s strange’…

“Professor Verdus. “Are you there?”

Lee Han knocked on the door of Professor Verdus’ workshop.

When no answer came back, Lee Han realized it too late.

‘aha. You must have gone to the punishment room.’

Come to think of it, Professor Boladi had borrowed an artifact from the principal’s room.

Professor Boladi is a smart person, so he would have sent Professor Verdus to the punishment room instead of him.

‘I guess I’ll have to come next time.’

I was planning to ask each professor about the lectures I missed during my break until the weekend and study on my own, but I thought I should ask about Professor Verdus’ lecture next time.

And when I thought about it more, I realized that there was no question about Professor Verdus’ lecture.

Since it was self-study in the first place…

“What’s going on?”

“!!!”

When Professor Verdus opened the workshop door and came out, Lee Han was surprised.

“Professor Kyo!”

“Why are you calling me?”

“Didn’t you go to the punishment room?”

“You didn’t go?”

“…Did Professor Garcia or Professor Bagrek go to the punishment room?”

“You didn’t go?”

“?!”

Lee Han was even more surprised.

None of the three are going.

‘You mean you didn’t get caught?!’

If this was told to members of the location transfer club, it would be something they would admire as a miracle.

Lee Han decided to ask Professor Boladi how he got it back when he met him later, and asked the question he had originally wanted to ask.

“professor. “I came here to ask about the content of the lecture I missed last time.”

“Rather than that, how about helping me with my work?”

“I don’t like it.”

Professor Verdus grumbled at his student’s rejection.

Helping with your own work would be a much better learning opportunity than asking questions about the lecture content!

“I’m curious if any of your seniors have come up with any ideas related to canes.”

Professor Verdus’ lecture, “Wand Materials and Magic Amplification,” was an attractive lecture attended by talented and outstanding students.

Although there was a minor problem that 3rd graders usually listen to it, it wasn’t much of a problem to Lee Han.

A bigger problem than that was that the spirit that resided in Lee Han’s staff, or rather the staff, slightly sulked at Lee Han.

Lee Han himself thought he used his staff diligently, but that wasn’t the case for the spirit.

More magic had to be added to the wand to satisfy the spirit that ‘I am active’.

However, in order to add more magic, the material and structure of the wand itself had to be replaced and upgraded…

‘Now that I think about it, isn’t the hurdle too high for this being my first wand making class?’

Lee Han wanted to see the canes of his seniors as he had a long way to go compared to others.

The more you start and think about it, the more you will learn.

“I don’t remember.”

“……”

Lee Han glared, but Professor Verdus was serious.

“professor. “I will send a complaint to the principal about his negligence in teaching.”

“Nonsense! “Those were really trashy opinions!”

Professor Verdus shouted with resentment.

If there had been a truly valuable opinion, Professor Verdus would have remembered it.

However, most of the opinions expressed by students during the last lecture were garbage.

Isn’t it the beginning of the semester to begin with?

It was a time when students only threw out trashy ideas, especially trashy ideas.

-What if you make the body out of true silver and put a piece of Behemoth’s bone inside?

-How are you going to save them both?

-You should think about that from now on.

-I’m currently taming a steel staff, but no matter what I do, the spirit won’t let me in because it smells bad. Does anyone know of something that likes to get into a staff made of steel?

-Hmm. If you add too much black magnet to the wand, it explodes…!

Even when I thought about it again, there were only trashy opinions. Professor Verdus shook his head and erased all the dregs that passed vaguely through his memory.

“Better ask again now! “What are you curious about?”

“I have to choose a material for the body of the staff that the jewel given to me by a disgruntled spirit and a being from another dimension will pass through, but I’m having a lot of trouble. “Wood is stable, but it has its limitations, and metals have many likes and dislikes, so if we go with gems or rare metals, I don’t know when we’ll be able to collect them…”

Professor Verdus yawned at the boring topic.

It may be a fresh and troubling topic for a second-year student, but for Professor Verdus, it was not fun at all as it was a topic that had been covered tens of thousands of times.

Lee Han glared again.

“professor. “I’m serious.”

“uh? huh. okay. What if it were like this? “I’ll assign you another student, so you can ask that person.”

“hmm.”

Lee Han was intrigued by those words.

To be honest, Lee Han also thought it would be better to learn from a senior than from Professor Verdus.

“It’s good if you know a lot about canes. “Which senior are you?”

“huh? Yukveltire.”

“…professor. “Just recommend a book and I will study it on my own.”

* * *

Lee Han carried his backpack, which was heavier than before, and moved to the imaginary hall of Professor Passelette, a professor of precognitive magic.

The Death Knights looked at Lee Han, raised their helmets, and greeted him.

-Nice to meet you, Wardanaz!

“hello. really. “Where is the principal now?”

Lee Han happened to meet the Death Knights and went to see the skeleton principal to ask him about what had happened.

purple!

Although the skeleton principal boasted that it was okay, Lee Han was kidnapped and almost ended up staying in Einrogard for the rest of his life. Even thinking about it again, it was truly a terrible thing.

And Lee Han was also a little suspicious of the fact that the skeleton principal stayed quiet and did not step forward.

‘Isn’t it possible that they left him there to force him to learn magic?’

Given the personality of the skeleton principal, it was a possible evil plan. Lee Han planned to confront the skeleton principal directly and condemn this evil plan.

-The owner seems to be quite busy. We couldn’t see it either.

“……”

Lee Han gave a suspicious look.

I wondered if these knights were kissing for their master.

“Is that so?”

-yes. In the past, there were times when my master couldn’t see me like this.

“When you plan an evil plan?”

-Hahaha… Isn’t it a bigger plan than that?

“When are you planning something bigger and more evil?”

The Death Knights pretended not to hear the disciple’s profane question.

Everyone had heard and knew that it had not been long since they escaped from their master’s crazy alter ego.

“Anyway, when you see the principal, please tell me.”

-All right!

There was no point in holding on any longer, so Lee Han said goodbye to the Death Knights.

However, the doubt in my heart became even stronger.

‘It’s even more suspicious.’

Now, in Lee Han’s mind, it’s almost like ‘a collusion between the skeleton principal and his crazy alter ego!’ In fact, a conspiracy theory at the level of ‘the crazy alter ego was a minion of the skeleton principal?!’ was unfolding.

Thump thump thump-

“Is the professor there?”

“The professor is sleeping.”

A senior I had never seen opened the door of Heosugwan and motioned for Lee Han to come in.

“Is it because of a precognitive dream?”

Dreams, filled with uncertainty and madness, have always been a good cushioning agent to flexibly block the shock caused by precognitive magic.

“no. He just played a card game with another professor and went to bed late. Are you her? A former student of the Wardanaz family?”

“…yes.”

“The professor asked me to read this… I found it. Students can follow the progress without having to come in to ask about what they missed.”

“But I didn’t listen to the lecture, so I can’t be overconfident…”

The senior motioned for me to stay still, then turned the card over and read the contents on the back.

“That’s not overconfidence, it’s called self-objectification…”

“…”

Lee Han grumbled to himself that precognitive magicians were really eccentric people.