Life of a Magic Academy Mage – 513



Episode 513

Lee Han didn’t understand the idea of ​​throwing stones at each other so he looked at the skeleton principal.

Of course Principal Skeleton looked at him as if he didn’t understand just as much as Lee Han.

What part of the explanation I just gave you was difficult? Are you not a stupid person?

“Why are we throwing stones at each other?”

Then why do we play chess why do we play card games why do we play competitive soccer? I guess I do it because it’s fun.

The skeleton principal looked pitifully at Lee Han and made a crackling noise.

Think about it. Is there no one you would like to throw a stone at?

Lee Han inadvertently looked at the skeleton principal in response to that question. The skeleton principal said coldly.

Why are you looking at me?

“I just looked to answer the question. “Principal.”

In any case it is not unusual to relieve one’s accumulated anger by throwing it at a stone. Of course that can’t be said to be a dignified or intelligent thing to do… but a lot of dumber things happen in the Empire.

The festival of St. Iactus proceeded roughly as follows.

The participants gather together divide into teams and then throw rocks at each other and the one who stands until the end wins.

‘What a crazy festival.’

Lee Han regretted treating Guyando harshly when he said he would hold a detective festival.

Compared to this the Detective Festival was a great festival.

“for a moment. Principal. “Even if the people outside can’t help it this is a hall of learning and an ivory tower of the empire’s greatest minds. How can a festival like this be held?”

“It’s the most popular.”

It is the most popular.

“…”

Lee Han felt strong contempt for his seniors.

‘They say the Einrogard curriculum is harsh but it’s clear that there are many loopholes. Doing such useless things.’

“Principal. “It seems like our seniors still have some spare time so why not try expanding the curriculum like I did?”

I’m serious but did you know that sometimes you get creepy?

Although he didn’t particularly get goosebumps in front of the evil demon dragon or the imperial inspector this disciple’s madness sometimes gave the skeleton headmaster chills.

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“Junior. “I understand the joke but…”

‘It’s not a joke.’

“A genius like you who survives that process would usually die.”

“Even if I die…”

“What’s more important is the students who are injured due to the festival.”

You can’t quit. Cheer up! You can do it!

The skeleton headmaster appeased the healing magic students with pretense.

This week’s festival could be described as a healing magic student’s nightmare.

Students who were injured while throwing stones at each other will come rushing in…

“Cheer up. Senior. “You can do it!”

Lee Han also cheered without realizing it.

Then Phil and Chil smiled helplessly and expressed their gratitude.

“thanks.”

“Still I’m glad that a trustworthy junior like you is with me.”

“…?”

Lee Han felt a strange sense of discomfort from his senior’s words.

Together?

“Do I do it too?”

“huh? of course.”

“Can I do it?”

“You’re already good at <healing low-level injuries>. That’s enough. “I need to learn a few more things but once I have learned those I will be able to learn other magic as well.”

Unlike other first-year students learning healing magic Lee Han who was already capable of healing low-level cuts and cuts was able to immediately put in his full effort.

There was no way the healing magic school which was already suffering from a manpower shortage would leave Lee Han alone.

Even though he sensed a tragic fate Lee Han tried to slightly resist.

“But isn’t it because the seniors are under Einroguard’s magic that I can’t see them?”

ruler. Should I wear these glasses here?

The skeleton principal kindly placed emerald glasses on Lee Han’s face.

It was an artifact that allowed him to see through the powerful perception-impairing magic cast on his seniors.

“…thank you.”

For a moment Lee Han seriously considered participating in the St. Iactus Festival and throwing some rocks.

* * *

The demon talking book in the healing room flapped and shouted to the students of the healing magic school.

“Make more anesthesia potion! “You’ll need two more chests!”

The students worked hard to accumulate powerful anesthetic potions called <Lagrinde’s Anesthesia Potion>.

Originally the recipes for making these arcane potions were not easily shared but Professor Alkasis had no hesitation in teaching them to his students.

Thanks to this students had to work harder to make more difficult potions.

“Stack the regeneration potions here! Let’s do it quickly! “I have to make time to see the Festival of St. Iactus!”

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The talking book glanced at the healing room window.

Already below some students were sporadically throwing stones at each other.

– Search you blue earthworms!

-The white wildcats didn’t hit me and my liver got swollen. Hit it!

For a talking book who was originally from the devil such a festival could not help but be fun.

Of course the cleanup was a bit annoying but considering the fun I could bear it.

The Blue Dragon Tower students summoned a magic shield into the air to block it and then sent the stones flying with magic.

As if to prove that the years of learning at Einroguard had not been in vain the stones that had been lying on the floor suddenly rose into the air and flew away like buckshot.

White Tiger Tower students reacted a little differently. Instead of defending himself by creating a force field in the air he chose to strengthen his body and avoid it directly.

As he quickly moved out of range and avoided the attack the talking book flapped its paper in joy.

“Yes yes! “Push it on!”

Originally the festival was a rock-throwing festival but when talented wizards participated ‘rock-throwing’ became a more diverse concept.

As the White Tiger Tower students kicked the rock and launched it at the opponent’s formation like a catapult one of the Blue Dragon Tower students quickly chanted a spell.

Then the flying rock turned into sand and was scattered by the wind and disappeared.

“Place that order already! “It’s going to take a lot of magical energy… What are you going to do when a full-scale battle begins?”

As if answering those words the Black Turtle Tower students appeared behind the White Tiger Tower students.

The Turtle Tower students who had made magic ballistas began firing rocks at the White Tiger Tower students’ backs.

-Were you bribed by those earthworms?! You bastards!

-Did you think they would just attack our warehouse last time and get away with it?

-The earthworms also attacked!

-They paid compensation. Die!

“Great great!”

“I…”

“You want me to make a potion?”

When I called from behind the talking book turned around as if it was annoyed.

However the ones behind were not students from the healing magic school.

“you? “Have you come to talk about Gonadaltes?”

The talking book recognized Lee Han and was happy to see him.

The last time you came to the healing room weren’t the students talking happily while swearing at each other about the skeleton principal?

Seeing that he came back unharmed this time it was clear that he had come to criticize the skeleton principal again.

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing but… I came here to work today.”

“To work?”

The talking book was puzzled.

It was a bit awkward for the devil to say such a thing but healing magic was a more dangerous magic if a clumsy wizard used it as he pleased.

In other words if a first-year student is brought in because there is a shortage of workers work may become more troublesome.

“No matter how desperate you are…”

When the talking book looked at Phil and Chil they hurriedly shouted.

“That’s not it!”

“I can really play a part!”

“I don’t think so?”

The talking book asked in a rather stubborn manner.

“Do you really know how to give in and heal your stab wounds?”

Stabs and cuts were among the wounds commonly seen at these festivals.

“yes.”

“okay? What about healing?”

Broken or sprained bones are also one of the common injuries seen at these festivals.

It was more difficult than a stab wound but this…

“I know how to do that too.”

“okay??”

The talking book really surprised me.

I didn’t know that this level of power would really be enough.

“What about <Give Lesser Life Force> or <Anesthetize Pain> magic?”

Phil and Chil hesitated.

Up to that point I wasn’t sure if my junior knew how to do it.

“I don’t know how to do it.”

When Lee Han answered instead the two felt sad.

“this…!”

“If only I had a little more time…!”

‘uh? Will it really fall out?’

Lee Han was puzzled by the strangely flowing atmosphere.

If I end up like this because I’m not qualified I’ll be as disappointed as I can…

“Well if you already know how to cut and heal wounds you will quickly learn magic that grants vitality and anesthetizes pain. “I will teach you.”

“…”

Lee Han hid his sullen expression and followed the talking book.

And he succeeded in <Granting Lesser Life Force> and <Anesthetizing Pain> at once.

* * *

“Ugh those bastards are so cowardly that they hit an illusion on a rock…!”

“I told you not to hold a festival like this!”

“But how can you not do it?”

Phil Chil and the healing magic students helping them treated the students who came to the healing room by beating them.

If they were close friends there was a bit more sharp criticism.

“Ahhhh! anesthesia! Anesthesia?!”

“I don’t have any potion so hold on.”

“What’s over there?!”

“That’s a different potion.”

“You did it on purpose… ah!”

‘oh.’

Lee Han’s eyes lit up as he helped.

I thought the healing magic school was a school that only suffered losses but it had unexpected strengths.

If there’s someone who doesn’t listen…

“Junior. bone!”

“yes.”

Lee Han waved his staff and chanted his spell.

Thanks to the fact that other seniors had completed all the surrounding work all I had to do was use magical power to attach the bones.

As the bones healed and the pain disappeared the injured senior who was lying still stared at Lee Han.

“…”

“?”

And suddenly he started having seizures.

“no!! no!!!”

“??”

“You can’t go to the punishment room now! The magic is broken! hey! Phil! what are you doing! “Help me!”

“…I’m doing this after getting permission from the principal.”

“…”

The senior who was having a seizure suddenly stopped and lay down again with an awkward expression.

“Well… really?”

“yes.”

“Stop mixing things up. “I’m going to the punishment room.”

Phil warned his friend.

Even if I got permission my senior kept talking to me so it was no good.

“It’ll be okay.”

“okay?”

In fact Lee Han didn’t know whether it would be okay or not but Lee Han was planning to pick up as much as he could while treating his seniors.

Of course the situation was not favorable.

“Oh! These crazy warlock bastards…! “Use the undead to set up an ambush??”

“…”

“All those who use transformation magic should just be locked in the punishment room! “These cowardly bastards disguised themselves and sneaked into our tower…!”

“…”

The injured people insulted other towers and other schools in various ways.

And every time I saw Lee Han I was startled and threw a fit.

“no! magic! Cast a spell!”

“If I go to the punishment room you too will go with me!”

“…”

Lee Han silently anesthetized the pain healed the wounds and gave vitality. In his spare time he made potions with his seniors.

The healing magic seniors who were working next to him looked at Lee Han with red bloodshot eyes.

“Junior.”

“You… are too much for us.”

“no. “Senior.”

Instead Lee Han cursed at the skeleton principal in his mind.

‘what?’

From a while ago I kept feeling the flow of magic power in my arms.

He looked at the basilisk but the basilisk was sleeping tied to its body.

The culprit came out soon. It was a wad of paper artifact distributed at the Tower of Trials.

When I opened the paper I saw that someone had already written quite a bit.

-Who will participate in the St. Iactus Festival this year?

-Wardanaz Are you going to participate too?

-Hey you’re not ignoring Wardanaz are you? What did I do wrong?

-Oh you were always busy.

-Still Wardanaz you would participate right? Do you think you will participate? Want to bet something?

-You’re not scared are you?

The same handwriting appeared to have been written by the same person. Lee Han picked up the quill next to him and wrote a reply.

-Ango. If anyone around you is participating in the St. Iactus Festival tell them that you will break their legs.