Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 1066

Chapter 1066

"Stay still!"

With that shout, Yi-Han moved to help Saratan.

When he infused mana into the staff, the mana was transmitted to Saratan's true form inside the staff. At the power rising like life, Saratan let out a sigh of relief.

-Th-thank…-

"Hey, you stupid bastard! Why did you lie when I asked if it was too much earlier!"

......

Yi-Han poured out fierce criticism.

He had thought the reaction seemed strange earlier, and this spirit had been putting on airs.

Under the criticism that continued pouring without ending at once, Saratan felt the grateful feelings that had just risen completely disappear.

'What about that bastard is supposed to be good?'

While grumbling inwardly with surging emotions, Saratan suddenly staggered.

Surprisingly, even the first impact hadn't completely ended yet. The remaining power in the magic circle was rushing in again.

-Kuk! ...This mirror doesn't seem to help much...!-

"!"

Yukbeltire opened her eyes wide.

Though she wanted to refute that spirit right away, she had no leisure to do so while concentrating on the magic now.

'The stone mirror doesn't help? That must be because the spirit isn't using it properly. From the start, rather than clashing head-on like that, it should be at an angle...'

"Senior. Don't mind this side and concentrate on the magic. I'll handle it!"

Yi-Han warned Yukbeltire.

She had flinched as if about to stop her chanting and refute right away.

"Saratan, how is it?"

-Th-thank you. The power is returning a bit…-

When Yi-Han kept pouring in mana, Saratan could barely catch his breath.

"Can you block the next one too?"

-What?-

Saratan unconsciously raised his head hearing the mage's words.

As soon as the first wave ended, the second trial of fixing <Baqwantallana's Realm Rod> was being prepared.

Immutability in rod form maintaining shape even in all twisted and mixed realms.

The essence of enchantment magic was somehow fixing this immutability to real objects.

Yukbeltire took out a thin plate made of adamantite and tried to fix the magic. The sight looked like taming a wild horse gone mad.

-Th-that's a bit…-

'What did Master trust to tell me to use this bastard?'

Yi-Han moved while cursing Saratan inwardly.

The method of transmitting mana to Saratan's essence in the staff wasn't very efficient. It seemed better to stick close and transmit mana directly.

"Get in position! If you collapse I'll make sure you never come out of the staff again!"

-I get it! I understand!-

Taking position behind Saratan, Yi-Han handled the huge wood spirit like a palisade or shield.

If this wood spirit endured properly, Yi-Han wouldn't be in danger.

With cracking sounds, several broken stone pieces grazed Yi-Han's cheeks as they passed.

The realm rod magic was based on the principle of extracting immutability created in the process of ruthlessly mixing realms.

Just as steel needed a blacksmith to pour in fire and pressure to be forged, this magic was the same.

Naturally, the aftermath flew to the surroundings.

Though Saratan was taking most of the impact, fragments riding bent and split space splashed onto Yi-Han too.

-...Uu... ugh... ugggh…-

'Still okay?'

Seeing the spirit looking more pained than when being tortured in the staff, Yi-Han gauged his condition.

As expected of a wood spirit, his body's sturdiness was extraordinary. Though power was rushing in like a storm, it was still fine.

...Of course that was only by Yi-Han's standards. Saratan himself was having a deathly time repeating injury and regeneration.

It was only bearable because mana was being immediately replenished from behind - otherwise he would have collapsed right away.

"Master! Is this the right way?"

-You're doing well, Disciple. Just continue like this and it will be sufficient.-

The young prince's voice was too peaceful, mismatched with the current chaotic basement situation.

Saratan wanted to shout asking him to step in like before, but the pressure was too fierce to have that leisure.

-But it wouldn't be bad for Disciple to manage several places too. Could you cast space stabilization magic below the farmer with straw painting?-

"Space stabilization magic... understood!"

Fortunately it was a magic he knew. Yi-Han cast the 2nd Circle magic to block the dangerous part.

Looking ahead, Yukbeltire was drenched in cold sweat, her pale face becoming even paler. It was the typical appearance of a mage casting high-level magic.

Meeting her junior's eyes, Yukbeltire moved her lips. Yi-Han focused his mind wondering if it was some important words.

'What is it? Does she need help?'

-Not, my artifact's, fault...-

"...If you make people anxious with useless things one more time, I'll stop all research!"

Yukbeltire flinched at Yi-Han's thundering.

Like Direth's junior indeed, he was quite emotional.

"Master. What's next?"

-Next please move the realm rift beside the chest imprisoning the ghost.-

"...How?"

Yi-Han was slightly bewildered.

In the current situation of casting magic while using Saratan as a shield and replenishing mana, it was hard to move directly.

But even if he could move directly, being told to move a rift was bewildering.

What was he supposed to do?

-You can use spatial magic, Disciple.-

"Uh... understood."

Yi-Han tried to utilize the <Space Moving Ore> embedded in his staff.

This ore obtained from a statue in the school had lesser spatial movement magic cast on it.

-No, Disciple. You can't cast with that ore.-

The young prince advised kindly.

The magic cast on the <Space Moving Ore> was only for teleporting small and light objects, it couldn't move such rifts.

Though it looked like straw floating in the air, that rift was clearly a realm overlap phenomenon and mass of power.

"Then...?"

-You need to cast intermediate spatial movement magic. Now, try following along.-

The young prince guided caringly.

At such natural guidance, Yi-Han couldn't even bring up that he hadn't learned even lesser spatial movement magic yet.

-When you master this magic, though beings with souls are difficult, you'll be able to move heavy objects quite easily.-

"I-I see."

-Pl-please. Hurry…-

Saratan could barely squeeze out one phrase while groaning in pain.

Whatever magic lecture was happening behind him now, learning and casting the magic quickly seemed the only way to reduce this pain.

"No. The magic is difficult."

Yi-Han protested to the spirit.

Now that he thought about it, Yi-Han hadn't even learned lesser spatial movement magic yet.

Space-time series magic had among the highest difficulty levels across all magic schools, and knowing this, Professor Garcia hadn't forcefully taught Yi-Han.

She had judged it was sufficient to firmly build basic lower circle magic first.

...Of course her disciple straining too much in other school magic played a part too...

But now to suddenly tell him to learn from intermediate level.

'Wasn't this 5th Circle?'

Since space-time series magic could be evaluated with difficulty raised one level higher, he wondered if this could just be called 5th Circle magic.

-Then... kuk... ask for... urk... something easier…-

Saratan threw away honorifics again and advised fiercely.

If he hadn't received mana's help he would have collapsed and vanished quickly, but because this mage bastard kept replenishing mana he couldn't collapse and the pain continued.

"That's a bit..."

Yi-Han hesitated.

Like spitting on a smiling face, it was strangely difficult to speak directly in front of the young prince.

If it was the skull principal he would have lain on the floor saying 'Are you joking I'll submit a complaint', but to the prince who believed in him and cheered him on with sparkling eyes, a bit...

-You... you bas... then... learn it…-

"Okay, okay. Hold on a bit longer."

While dodging fragments flying like whips, Yi-Han soothed Saratan.

'That bastard. He's really exaggerating.'

Just seeing that the prince wasn't stepping in showed the situation wasn't that serious yet.

If it was really dangerous, wouldn't the prince have stepped in?

'I did learn the basics...'

Yi-Han focused while recalling the spatial magic basics learned from Professor Garcia and the spell just heard from the prince.

Spatial movement easily looked like projectile series magic due to its appearance, but when examined...

'...It's actually similar in grain to realm series magic.'

Creating a path for objects to move by pressing down and twisting space with massive mana.

That was the basic principle of spatial movement.

Yi-Han breathed deeply.

Experience using small world magic and other powerful magic several times helped relatively quick adaptation.

Concentrate mana, and twist space!

Crack!

A broken brick that failed to control made a breaking sound as it spatial moved to Yukbeltire's feet.

Yukbeltire who had been struggling with blocked magic frantically waved her hands in surprise. It meant she would hurry.

"..."

Thinking he should apologize later, Yi-Han focused again.

'Should aim the direction to the opposite side.'

Of course since Yukbeltire was also a mage, she could block spatial movement with her own great mana or notice signs and respond first.

But now she was very tired and focused on high-level magic.

One wrong move and he might go down in Einroguard history as a junior who assassinated his senior.

-You're doing well, Disciple. If you shorten casting speed more and refine coordinates more precisely, it will be sufficient.-

"Thank you."

-Hurry... hurry…-

"I said okay? Be quiet."

After several attempts, Yi-Han barely moved the rift.

The realm rift was a much trickier target than ordinary chests or stones. Even while sending it his hands throbbed and a headache rose.

"Is it done?"

-Excellent, Disciple.-

-Am I... alive...?-

When the pressure weakened slightly, Saratan opened his mouth again.

Whether due to the mage bastard's magic or having endured all he could endure, the pressure seemed to have decreased.

"Ahiman's..."

"Third wave! Third wave, Saratan!"

Hearing Yukbeltire's chant, Yi-Han realized his senior had cleared the blocked part and was calling the final magic.

At that news Saratan staggered. Though his body still had power remaining, his will had broken.

It showed outwardly when a spirit's will broke. Saratan's huge body shrank and swayed like a rotten old tree.

-End... ended... give up…-

"What give up you bastard!"

Saratan was startled by the blunt strike hitting him from the side.

The mage bastard he thought would have run away right away was supporting him while thundering beside him.

"Endure! We're almost there! I'll cast magic together too!"

-Why, why...?-

In this situation, when a spirit collapsed the mage giving up and retreating was standard.

But this mage, though he might scold, didn't leave his position. Rather he stepped forward trying to shoulder the burden together.

Saratan unconsciously looked at the young prince.

Could this be what that great mage meant by good heart?

'The spirit is weaker than expected.'

The young prince thought inwardly.

He had planned to teach his disciple several magics while helping that silver-haired mage's magic, but the spirit was weaker than expected so no opportunities arose.

He had barely been able to pass on just spatial movement magic.

Even accounting for long imprisonment, to think he would exaggerate this much.

-Mage! Was this what you meant?!-

-What?-

-The good heart! I think I understand a bit now!-

-Is that so? That's good. Then please endure a bit more.-