Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 1065

Chapter 1065

-This bast... this person?-

Being extremely generous, Saratan could acknowledge that the young prince before him had a good heart.

He had directly witnessed fragments of it when drawn into the other's soul just now.

An abyss of countless sufferings and sorrows unimaginable to a spirit who had lived impulsively only for himself all his life.

And the prince's soul that sympathized with and understood all of that!

Though Saratan was notorious even among spirits for being violent, he couldn't deny this young prince's goodness.

'But that bastard is a bit...'

Saratan glanced at Yi-Han while hiding his bitter gaze.

What goodness was there in someone who crudely beat others with mana when they didn't listen?

Even he himself didn't seem to empathize much.

"I don't think I have enough goodness to reform that spirit..."

-No, Disciple. Believe in yourself.-

"N-no, Master. Just believing doesn't create goodness..."

Though not as much as the spirit, Yi-Han was also flustered.

Goodness wasn't something that grew stronger and more powerful just by resolving like magic.

-Disciple already has goodness. Don't you think so too, Mage?-

"?"

Yukbeltire who had been quietly listening fell into thought when the question came.

Was her junior truly good?

'Hmm. He's not since he abandoned his position instead of helping with research right away during break.'

Having quickly made her judgment, Yukbeltire opened her mouth.

"He's not goo..."

-By the way, don't forget that I'm helping Mage. If an unsatisfactory answer comes out, diagrams might suddenly be destroyed and a situation where no questions can be answered might occur.-

"..."

"..."

The young prince wasn't someone who was just benevolent.

From the start, if he had been such a person he couldn't have fought evil ones traveling across the continent in ancient times.

Overwhelmed by the other, Yukbeltire gaped then finally spoke.

"He... seems good..."

-Right. You answered well. Now then, tell me what aspects are good.-

"..."

Yukbeltire's eyes shook again like before.

-Quickly!-

"W-well... that is..."

When his senior looked at him as if asking for help, Yi-Han found it ridiculous.

'This person. After asking me to make cookies...'

Just mentioning making cookies would have been several points, yet she couldn't recall.

Even Gainando would probably be less brazen than this person.

"I made you cookies."

"H-he made cookies."

"And I'm helping with research too."

"Wait. But that's because you junior volunteered after admiring the research, right?"

Yukbeltire showed puzzlement.

She clearly remembered her junior saying something like 'What amazing research hehe I'd be grateful if you let me participate'?

"...I didn't say that. And I didn't laugh so cunningly either. Anyway just follow along. Master is looking suspiciously."

"He's helping with research..."

-Did you hear? How good is he?-

-I... I suppose so.-

Though not completely convinced, Saratan pretended to agree for now.

The prince seemed intent on saying what he wanted regardless of what Saratan said.

Then it was better to stay quiet rather than get severely punished again for speaking carelessly.

-Then how should you cultivate a good heart?-

-Um... should I watch, follow and learn from this person's actions?-

-Excellent, Spirit.-

The prince praised Saratan. Though it wouldn't be easy, this spirit was steadily entering the path of practice.

-But exactly what should I watch, follow and learn?-

Saratan carefully asked.

Though he had given the desired answer, he was still unclear about exactly what to do.

'Is he telling me to learn how to bully spirits? But I already know how to do that?'

-That's something Spirit must think about yourself.-

The young prince scolded with a stern attitude.

Cultivating a good heart wasn't something that could be done just by following instructions. One had to contemplate and search for oneself.

-I-I understand.-

Saratan was startled.

Though easy to be deceived by his kind and gentle appearance, this prince was by no means someone to be trifled with.

If he kept hesitating, the iron hammer might fly again.

-So... what will you do?-

When Saratan asked while watching reactions, Yi-Han answered pointing at the piled reagents and diagrams.

"I was preparing for magic research..."

-I'll help!-

"Hmm. You coming out like that makes me feel bad."

'This bastard...'

Saratan poured out curses inwardly.

Who does he think wants to help!

"Anyway, I understand you'll help. Master, can I prepare as you told me earlier?"

-Yes. Give it a try.-

Yi-Han took out again the magic circle diagrams the young prince had advised earlier.

Actually there were already diagrams the prince had drawn for the magic circles fusing <Baqwantallana's Realm Rod> and <Ahiman's Refraction>.

But seeing him bring out and subdue, no, persuade Saratan like that...

"I suppose you mean to utilize that spirit?"

Yukbeltire nodded.

Regardless of that wood spirit's temperament, she could clearly feel its power too.

"Wood spirits are basically sturdy and have excellent recovery. It would be good to assign them dangerous parts in the magic circle."

Currently the magic circle had <Yukbeltire's Stone Mirror> artifact placed to handle the distortion and pressure generated while casting magic.

But...

"Right. Since this mirror artifact alone would be too much. It would be safe if that spirit bears additional burden."

"..."

Yukbeltire's eyebrows trembled faintly, having already heard improvement directions about her artifact once before.

"The stone mirror alone can endure. We're just placing that spirit to make absolutely sure."

"...Y-yes. Of course."

Yi-Han soothed his senior who was turning serious.

'What a troublesome person.'

Yi-Han changed the subject, afraid she might waste time trying to prove the stone mirror's power if he denied it here.

"Then I'll position that spirit."

"Okay."

"Saratan!"

While Yukbeltire quickly prepared magic circles in the basement, Yi-Han called the spirit.

Then he briefly explained what needed to be done.

"Senior here will write and activate magic circles, and we need someone to bear the burden."

-That much is nothing difficult!-

Saratan laughed heartily.

To powerful spirits, mages' magic felt like child's play.

How weak must their bodies be to not bear the burden themselves and ask spirits?

"Good to be confident. Right. I'm counting on you."

While they conversed, Yukbeltire completed over half the magic circles.

It was an unbelievably fast speed even with diagrams. The young prince praised Yukbeltire.

-Excellent skill, Mage. Please teach my disciple much too.-

"I understand."

Yukbeltire's complexion brightened slightly. Perhaps from her just recovered self-esteem.

-Ah! But the magic letters written now seem inefficient. The pentagon two spaces below is already handling that role. No need to add letters too. Though many showy mages might do that, Mage isn't that kind of person, right?-

"...Yes..."

Yukbeltire's complexion darkened slightly again.

Baqwantallana's crystal, the reagent for casting <Baqwantallana's Realm Rod>, was placed at each intersection.

The crystals with powerful magic resonated with each other, weakening walls between realms and creating new power.

"...!"

Yi-Han shuddered at the pulsing power.

'Amazing!'

He could understand why they were so careful and mindful of safety when casting realm magic.

Twisting normal space and world and contacting other realms was impossible without massive energy.

To think such power dwelled in crystals that looked ordinary when Yukbeltire took them from her reagent pouch.

'So they extract and amplify all this power to use. It's unbelievable.'

Yi-Han freshly realized Saratan's power.

To be able to endure the distortion and pressure of magic circles where such powers flowed. Indeed it was sturdiness befitting a high-ranking spirit.

"Now, Saratan. To position..."

-W-wait.-

Saratan's complexion was different from before. Anyone could see it was clearly full of fear.

"What's wrong?"

-This... this magic seems a bit stronger than I thought...?-

"Really? Isn't realm magic usually like this?"

'Th-this crazy mage bastard!'

Saratan swallowed inwardly.

The magic's force was more ferocious than expected.

Seeing the power spewed from crystals in the magic circle fiercely resonating and swirling together, he felt it would be terrible if that power overlapped wrong and rushed in.

'Not even fully recovered yet telling me to just block that...?'

"Surely it's not too much?"

-T-too much! Not at all. Not at all. There's a limit to underestimating me! My level is different from ordinary mortal bodies!-

"Okay, okay. Don't shout."

When Saratan swelled his wood and got angry, Yi-Han waved his hand saying he understood.

As expected of a high-ranking spirit, his pride was extraordinary.

'Seeing him talk like that, he must certainly be able to endure.'

"First I'll cast the realm rod then fix it, then engrave Ahiman's refraction on top."

"Understood."

"The burden will come in three big waves."

Yukbeltire explained while spreading her fingers.

There were three moments when distortion and pressure occurred most greatly in this magic process.

When casting the realm rod, when fixing it, and when engraving Ahiman's refraction.

-Three times?!-

"Hey. You're noisy."

"I'd like you to be quiet."

......

At their words, Saratan closed his mouth.

'Crazy mage bastards!'

"And the power gets stronger toward the end."

-Gets stronger toward the end?!-

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

-N-no. Please continue.-

"Anyway Senior Yukbeltire. Should we have Saratan hold the stone mirror?"

"Yes."

-W-wait. I heard this artifact still needs improvement?-

"..."

Yukbeltire's fingertips trembled. Yi-Han shouted at Saratan afraid the work would slow down.

"Are you going to keep saying useless things!"

Ugh...

'What about this bastard is supposed to be good?!'

Saratan couldn't understand.

  *

"Beginning. On the rod Baqwantallana planted on rock, buds sprouted, shoots grew, and flowers bloomed..."

Yukbeltire chanted the spell.

Spells for magic above 5th Circle didn't end in a few phrases. Many were made deliberately long.

Though it sounded verbose and full of metaphors, naturally as processes in long magic increased, spell length had to increase too.

'Now.'

Yukbeltire gestured. Yi-Han immediately poured in mana. The magic circle that had been bone dry burst with vitality as if regaining life.

"...The rod devoured rock and devoured earth..."

The inner realm began twisting. The magic that had gorged on reagents and mana was tearing reality's walls and mixing realms.

"Saratan. Here it comes!"

And the first impact flew.

Saratan almost dropped the stone mirror. The impact of overlapping realms felt like it was slicing his entire body.

-Kuhurk...!-

"...Are you okay?"

-I'm a footmat!-

"What?"

-I-I meant I'm fine.-

"You're not fine!"

Yi-Han noticed right away.

This stupid spirit bastard?!