Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 927

927th Episode

“Hmm. The professor is wrong.”

At Direto’s words, Professor Mortum’s expression was filled with shock and betrayal.

However, Direto did not care. According to the Einrogard student law, it was basically justifiable for a disciple to betray and attack a teacher.

And if one of the juniors and the professor had to be hurt, wouldn’t it be right for the latter to be hurt?

“That’s right. You should have told me in advance.”

“That’s right. I think so too.”

“Colloch. You guys are such bad guys. I gave you a chance to learn on your own…”

Professor Mortum grumbled with a cough, but Direto ignored him as if he hadn’t heard.

“Professor. Can’t you negotiate with the main body?”

“Main body?”

Professor Mortum, who was about to sip the warm lemon honey tea (which Ian regularly brewed and placed on the first floor of the Black Palace), frowned.

Trying to negotiate directly with the main body was a completely different story.

It was not very dangerous to use a clone, a clone that was just a fragment of the ego, as an undead monster.

This was especially true since he had obtained the other party’s permission.

However, negotiating directly with the powerful undead main body…

“Colloch. Do you really have to do that?”

Beings from other dimensions were basically unpredictable and eccentric. Especially those of the undead.

If he was in a weakened state, it would be fine, but if his guess was correct, he seemed to have almost recovered his strength, so trying to negotiate with him for nothing could only lead to trouble.

“Of course, I have to be careful. But I have a reason.”

Direto expressed his thoughts with an unwavering attitude.

If it had been ordinary theft, no, negotiation, Direto would not have said that he would negotiate.

There would have been no point in asking a powerful undead being, who had not been identified, to return his clone.

However, the current situation was a little different.

His junior had not simply used the clone, but had steadily built up a relationship with it and helped it grow.

Not only that, he had given it a huge amount of additional magical power, helping the main body to recover its strength.

The contracts and laws of other dimensions were stricter than the written laws of the Empire. Even a powerful being could not easily forget gratitude and grudges.

“If you point out this fact, the other party is likely to acknowledge it and offer appropriate compensation.”

“Really…”

Professor Mortum sipped his tea and gave his disciple’s opinion a high score.

As expected of the next professor of the Einrogard Black Magic School, he had a keen eye for loopholes even in such a situation.

A true black magician should be able to rob the warehouse even when he was caught by the devil.

‘Excellent.’

Admiring his disciple’s growth, Professor Mortum thought he should send Direto to the next meeting of the Black Magic Society instead.

He had put it off because he thought the disciple would be nervous because there were only great black magicians, but now he saw that the disciple was qualified enough.

Professor Mortum felt intoxicated by himself, who continued to give challenges to his trusted disciple. Unlike the skeleton principal, Professor Motrom himself was a really good teacher.

“I will personally go with my junior to negotiate. I also…”

“No.”

“?!”

Both of them were greatly surprised by the unexpected refusal of the second-year disciple.

“Huh? Why?”

“Senior, you’re busy. I’ll do it with the professor.”

“……”

“……”

Does that mean I’m not busy?

* * *

“Junior. You shouldn’t say that in front of the professor.”

“Yes?”

Direto carefully advised as he walked up to the upper floor of the Black Palace with Ian.

Professor Mortum pretended not to care, but it seemed like he was a little hurt.

Of course, it was nice to have respect for seniors, but he also had to show respect to the professor sometimes.

The professor was also a being with a weak heart.

“What?”

“I’ll… go with the professor. You didn’t mean to, but from the professor’s point of view, it might sound like you’re saying they’re not busy…”

“Oh. That’s what you’re talking about.”

“!?”

When he saw his junior reacting as if he knew, Diret was so surprised that he ruffled his wings.

No way, he knew and said that on purpose!?

“You said that on purpose because you knew?!”

“Yes? I thought it was natural to feel that way.”

“But why would you say that?”

“Well… sunbae-nim is busy.”

Rather than bothering a busy sunbae or hurting a bad professor’s feelings, Lee Han chose the latter without hesitation.

What’s the big deal about a professor getting hurt when they don’t say anything while leaving a freshman in charge of an incarnation of an evil and powerful undead?

Compared to that, the hardest sunbae in Einrogard getting even harder was a terrible tragedy.

‘Who is the hardest sunbae in Einrogard… oh.’

Diret, who had been wondering to himself, realized it belatedly and was shocked.

‘Me, do I look like that…?!’

Diret vowed to himself that he would stop complaining in front of his juniors from now on.

How pitiful and miserable must he have looked for his junior to think that way?

“But are you really okay, sunbae-nim? Even now, if you ask the professor…”

“No, no, no, no. Stop it. The professor is busy too! Of course, they might not look like it on the outside!”

“Hmm.”

Lee Han thought, ‘No matter how busy the professor is, can they be busier than their students? If so, why be a professor? Just keep being a student,’ but he didn’t say anything because he respected his sunbae.

“And there’s some overlap with the mission I’m currently working on, so I stepped up. Junior.”

“Mission?”

“Yeah.”

Diret explained the task he was currently working on in a friendly manner.

The juniors of the Wodanaz family would probably find out soon enough, but in addition to the basic curriculum, the students of Einrogard were given additional commissions and missions.

And Diret, a fifth-year student of the Black Magic School, had taken on a wide range of missions, from personal commissions to missions that came to the Black Magic School of Einrogard.

‘Ugh. Poor thing.’

Diret had no idea that his junior would feel even more sorry for him because of his explanation.

“The mission I just received is to assist in tracking down the followers of the evil god. The black magicians are involved.”

“That’s unfortunate. It’s a shame that magicians have fallen into the cult of evil gods.”

Even for wizards who were at the forefront of wisdom, it was not easy to break away from faith.

People like the Skeleton Headmaster or the Lord of Wodanaz were unusual, and there were quite a few wizards who relied on faith.

And the illegal faith in the Empire promises a more powerful and destructive force than the legal faith.

When you think about it that way, it’s no wonder that there are followers of the evil god among the wizards.

“…It’s not that the black magicians are followers of the evil god, it’s that the black magicians are tracking down the followers of the evil god. Junior…”

“……”

Lee Han remained silent and said nothing. Diret also remained silent.

“Haha! I was mistaken!”

“That’s possible!”

The two of them didn’t talk about ‘Why did you think the black magician was a follower of the evil god?’ because they knew that it would only make them both sad.

“But isn’t it dangerous? The followers of the evil god…”

“I’m only assisting.”

Divine magic had an erratic side, like psychic abilities, wild magic, or primitive magic.

While the legal religious groups of the Empire had accumulated research over a long period of time and had some theories, the cults of the evil god did not even have such things.

However, it was rather this instability that made it difficult to deal with the followers of the evil god.

They were enemies who boldly wielded strange and unique powers that were different from the existing imperial magic.

However, Diret was not very worried. This was because his role was to analyze and interpret the information he received, not to track it down himself.

The commission he received this week was to track down the undead beings that the followers of the evil god had contracted with.

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English

The commission received this week is to track down the undead contracted by the evil worshippers.

– of Mortum tree door (Mortum’s Wooden Door): An artifact that allows access to the undead realm.

Diret and Ian head to the Black Tower to track down a powerful undead contracted by dark sorcerers. Diret introduces an artifact called “Mortum’s Wooden Door” that allows access to the undead realm. Ian is surprised by the power of the artifact, and Diret explains that it comes with a great cost to use.

The dark sorcerers, who saw the evil power they were wielding, contacted us and said that they had contracted with a powerful undead.

“What kind of undead is it?”

“It wields the power of corruption and decay, but I don’t know more than that. I need to find out more. It’ll take some time.”

Diret, who was speaking, hesitated.

Thinking about it, if they couldn’t finish this job by the weekend, it would affect the lecture next week.

“Junior. Should I postpone the lecture… No. Forget it…”

“I’m fine!”

Ian exclaimed before his senior could finish speaking.

“If you’re busy, it’s okay to postpone the lecture. The progress is fast enough anyway.”

‘That’s true.’

Indeed, the junior’s words were correct.

Right now, the lecture was progressing much faster than expected.

It was thanks to the junior’s enthusiasm, who had diligently completed everything without being asked.

However, Diret felt guilty.

Was it right to postpone the junior’s learning opportunity because of his own request?

If it had been his friend, Yukveltiria, he would have handed it over without a second thought, saying, ‘Let’s see it the week after next,’ but Diret still had a human heart.

“Even so, that’s a bit…”

“Next week is club activity week anyway. There will be many students going out.”

“Ah. Is it already that time?”

Diret opened his eyes wide at Ian’s words.

Even though he was busy as a fourth-year student, he still felt the passage of time to some extent, but as a fifth-year student, he began to act completely separately from the time of Einroad students.

Diret said with a slightly bitter smile.

“I see. If that’s the case… Okay. If you have to go out for club activities, it’s okay to postpone the lecture. Which club…”

Diret, who was about to ask which club, canceled the question.

Thinking about it, there was no point in asking that question to this junior.

“Do you have any advice?”

“Hmm. Well… First of all, don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“And?”

“Don’t get the club shut down.”

“…”

At his senior’s remorseful reply, Ian became afraid to ask any more questions.

* * *

“I’ll explore the undead realm with this.”

Diret, who had brushed off the dust and entered a corner room of the Black Tower, pointed to a purple door.

The old wooden door creaked as if it would break at any moment, but Ian felt a strong wave of magical energy from it.

That wasn’t all. With the expanded视野he had gained after learning the art of spirit release, he could grasp the flow of dimensions connected to the door.

“Is it an artifact connected to the undead realm?”

“Wow. How did you know? That’s right.”

Diret was surprised when his junior figured it out without even listening to the explanation.

Normally, it was not easy to notice the ability of this artifact just by looking at its appearance.

“This is . It allows you to explore and negotiate in the undead realm without having to enter it.”

“!”

Even for a wizard, it was not easy to visit a dimension in person to explore or negotiate.

This was especially true for the dangerous undead realm.

This door was a powerful artifact that reduced such risks and allowed exploration instead.

‘Amazing…!’

Diret was satisfied when his junior was surprised.

“Amazing?”

“But why did you keep such an artifact a secret, Professor? I’m sure there must have been an opportunity to use it last time…”

“T-That’s not true. There are some tricky conditions when using the artifact.”

Diret hurriedly changed the subject.

It wasn’t completely wrong. It was not easy to use such artifacts because the reagents required to operate them were not easy to come by.

“Well, that’s true. Not everyone can use it because it costs money… But you can use it as you please, right, senior?”

“Now. I’ll show you how to use this.”

“…You can use it as you please, right??”