Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 890

Chapter 890

Finding himself in a situation where he might be accused of being the culprit after showing off a little, Saratan's voice became even more urgent.

-That's not what I meant, Mr. Mage! Please believe me!-

"Believe you."

-Yes!-

"You, who tried to kill me and escape as soon as we met."

-...-

Saratan wanted to say, 'When strong beings meet in another realm, they might have a big fight, why are you still being so petty about that?'

But thanks to being attacked by the mage several times recently, Saratan's social skills were very developed for a great spirit.

-It's a misunderstanding!!-

"Wardanaz, it's that spirit! We must subjugate that spirit!"

"That arrogant and ungrateful bastard! Wardanaz didn't rule it with force for nothing! We were worried about it, and this is how it repays kindness?!"

Friends from each tower shouted angrily, pointing at Yi-Han's staff.

If Yi-Han weren't there, they looked ready to snatch the staff away and burn it themselves.

"Everyone calm down for now."

"Wardanaz. You shouldn't trust that spirit! It will betray you again!"

"No. I said calm down because to safely subjugate a spirit inside a staff, we need to go to a place without people and cast shock prevention magic."

"..."

The students couldn't help but admire Wardanaz, who had already finished planning how to subjugate it before they could even persuade him.

It was indeed the brilliance befitting the top student of the year.

-No! No, Mr. Mage! I'm in a sealed state, so if I'm annihilated, I'll...-

"You should have done well then, why did you stab me in the back?"

-I didn't stab you in the back!!-

-Stop!!-

"???"

When Jourin screamed, all the students were startled and looked at her.

"Your Highness. What's wrong?"

"Ah. It must have been hard for you to watch the spirit being tormented. Don't worry. Wardanaz will annihilate it well out of sight."

-That's not it... That's not it... That... That was Jourin's doing...!-

"!!!"

Unable to bear the pangs of conscience, Jourin finally told the truth.

The students, still not understanding, asked again.

"What do you mean Your Highness did it? You're not saying this to protect the spirit, are you?"

"You're too kind? Why is Gainando so different?"

-Hey, you mage bastards! I told you I didn't do it!!-

Saratan screamed from inside the staff. Yi-Han frowned as if it was noisy.

"Your Highness. Please tell us what happened. And don't worry. No matter what Your Highness did, the students here won't get angry."

As tears welled up in Jourin's eyes, Yi-Han comforted her. The students nodded in agreement.

"That's right, Your Highness. Such accidents are like everyday occurrences at Einroguard."

"Why don't we just say that spirit did it? We're fine with that."

-Everyone... Everyone is too kind!-

"Ugh."

Jourin burst into tears and tried to hug the students. If Yi-Han hadn't laid a telekinetic cushion in time, several students might have had their ribs broken.

-Actually... This is what happened...-

After crying for a long time, Jourin, who had calmed down, explained the situation.

While doing so, she kept glancing at Yi-Han, worried he might get angry.

"This is... Professor Bentozol's fault."

"Right. The spirit is at fault too."

"In a way, it's also the fault of the principal who made such a magic school. Anyway, it's not Your Highness's fault at all."

Yi-Han and his friends quickly distributed responsibility to comfort Jourin.

Jourin shook her head.

-N-no. It's not Professor Bentozol's fault, nor the spirit's, nor Gonadaltes'... Jourin...-

-Mr. Mage. She's saying it's not my fault! Can't you hear??-

When Saratan protested, Yi-Han quietly infused mana. Understanding the warning, Saratan immediately shut his mouth.

"Honestly, Professor Bentozol is responsible. Isn't that what being a professor is all about? Isn't that right, Professor?"

Yi-Han called out to Professor Boladi as if asking for help.

Professor Boladi promptly answered.

"Being a professor is a position that must take responsibility. It is Professor Bentozol's responsibility."

"See!"

'Is that so?'

Jourin, who had been blaming herself, was slightly tempted when even Professor Boladi said so.

When young, everyone is naturally tempted when told it's not their fault.

"...What is everyone doing here?"

Professor Willow, who arrived late after hearing the mandrake's scream, was bewildered by the sight of students surrounding and comforting the large dragon.

  *

"It's Professor Bentozol's fault."

After hearing the explanation, Professor Willow firmly concluded.

If a professor had gone along, he should have stopped it or at least cleaned up the mess, what kind of behavior was this?

"See, Your Highness. Even Professor Willow says so."

-R-really, it might be so.-

"I don't mean to dare advise on the principal's rules, but I wonder if people like Professor Bentozol shouldn't stay in the punishment room longer... Whether it's really good to make someone a professor just because they're an outstanding mage."

Professor Willow spoke in a wise voice filled with experience.

Yi-Han was tempted and asked.

"Why did Professor Bentozol go to the punishment room?"

"He set fire to the principal's pasture before... Wait. I should calm the mandrake first."

Yi-Han was inwardly disappointed, but Professor Willow focused on the urgent matter first.

After undoing the seal and entering the greenhouse, he subdued the overgrown mandrake, checked the plants damaged by the crying sound...

It was a speed hard to believe from a professor who usually moved slowly.

Professor Willow, who finished her work like a storm, walked out with a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, there's no big problem. More importantly, Your Highness. You managed to exhale your breath inside the greenhouse. It's dangerous even if Professor Bentozol recommended it."

-Hmm?-

Jourin was flustered.

It seemed the situation explanation had been slightly distorted after passing through several mouths.

Exhaling the breath was Jourin's choice, so why did they think Professor Bentozol recommended it?

-That was Jourin's...-

"Indeed. Professor Bentozol is truly wicked."

-?!-

When Yi-Han interjected and nailed it down, Jourin was even more flustered.

As she looked at him in surprise, Yi-Han nodded slightly.

'Let's just say Professor Bentozol did it.'

Jourin shuddered.

Was this the way of life for Einroguard mages?!

"I've put the mandrake to sleep, so leave it like this and harvest it when it settles down a bit. That should be enough."

"Will there be no problems?"

As it was related to his grades, Yi-Han tried to check the mandrake's condition.

Professor Willow fell into thought for a moment. At that sight, Yi-Han tensed up too.

'Is there a problem?'

"It's too..."

Jourin must have been tense too, as she made a clattering sound.

"...well-grown, if anything?"

"Haha. Professor. You scared me!"

At his disciple's cry, Professor Willow smiled benevolently.

"What problem could there be when it's grown so well."

Yi-Han's mandrake had grown rapidly, but there was no problem in terms of composition.

It was thanks to growing it with only the pure power of the sun, not other potions or elixirs.

A smile appeared on Yi-Han's lips at the praise. Jourin's wings fluttered together.

-Hehe.-

"Hmm. Come to think of it, you little one will have nothing to do until the final exam. It's fully grown at this rate."

As they were to check the mandrake's growth at the midterm and harvest it at the final exam, it was as good as finished already.

Yi-Han spoke with an artificial attitude.

"I'll help my friends while taking care of the greenhouse."

There was no point in being arrogant here, it would only result in a higher difficulty final exam assignment.

Yi-Han was always humble.

But there was one thing Yi-Han was mistaken about.

Even if he wasn't arrogant, a higher difficulty assignment would come anyway!

"That would be fine, but wouldn't you be too bored? Hmm. This is perfect timing. Why don't you submit this to the <Imperial Horticulturist Club>?"

"..."

Yi-Han's expression hardened at the premonition that an unnecessary assignment would be added.

Noticing that, Jourin's wings also stopped fluttering.

"Is... submitting to the club very difficult?"

"Growing plants is difficult, but submitting isn't that hard. I was thinking of having students use the harvested mandrakes themselves or sell the remaining amount directly anyway... It wouldn't be bad to try it first."

As explained before, outstanding mages had to know how to outstandingly gather outstanding materials.

And Professor Willow was a particularly outstanding expert when it came to plants. This could be seen just from the fact that she was a member of the <Imperial Horticulturist Club>.

Though the club's name was simple, it was something only the empire's authoritative botanists could join.

Originally, mandrakes grown by students couldn't even be submitted to the club's auction, but the mandrake Wardanaz had grown now was certainly special.

For a plant grown to this extent, the members would acknowledge the submission and all bid money without exception.

"They bid money?"

"It's an auction among members. It would be nice if other students' mandrakes could be submitted too, but that's probably difficult."

"They bid money!"

"...Little one. Did you perhaps mishear the mandrake's scream?"

"Ah. I'm sorry. I had something to think about for a moment. I didn't know submitting to the horticulturist club meant putting it up for auction."

"Of course, it will be recorded in the club's library too. Records of plants are kept very meticulously. But at the same time, all Imperial Horticulturist Club members are people who are very greedy for plants... Ah. If you want to use it yourself, you can just submit the record without putting it up for auction."

"No. Clubs have traditions and rules. It wouldn't look good for an outsider to ignore that. Wouldn't it affect your face too, Professor?"

"What a praiseworthy thing to say!"

Professor Willow laughed heartily, pleased that her disciple was even considering her face.

As the professor turned away, Jourin spoke anxiously.

-Y-Yi-Han. You have to do extra work because of Jourin when you're already busy, right?-

"Your Highness."

Yi-Han spoke in a serious voice without a hint of laughter. A strong aura flashed in his eyes.

"I sincerely thank you. Thanks to you, I'll be able to make a fortune."

Jourin was about to say 'You're not lying to comfort me, are you?' but was overwhelmed.

That absolutely could not be a lie.

-I-I-I see. That's good... Jourin is happy too...-

"Hehe."

'Why can't Yi-Han give up his greed for gold coins even though he's so busy? He'll keep living at Einroguard anyway, so he won't have much use for them.'

Inwardly recalling the same question that friends from other towers had harbored until now, Jourin crawled after Yi-Han.

"Ah. I almost forgot to mention."

Professor Willow, who had gone into the greenhouse, poked her head out again.

"What is it, Professor?"

"You've become very close with the spirit. Unlike before when you were awkward. It's really nice to see. I've thought this for a while, but you had enough ability to become close with spirits!"

"Haha. Thank you, Professor."

-...-

Saratan was at a loss for words, dumbfounded.

He couldn't believe he was in such an unreasonable hell.

'These crazy mage bastards!'