Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 1064

Chapter 1064

When his disciple suddenly revealed burning passion, the young prince was bewildered.

He had clearly been grumbling as if not wanting to do it until just now.

But why?

-But it's not surprising.-

The prince quickly accepted it.

Thinking about it, his disciple originally loved magic and loved difficult magic even more.

It wasn't strange at all if his challenging spirit was stimulated by the explanation of high difficulty.

-I see, Disciple. Did the high-difficulty magic awaken your mage's pride?-

"What? No... I just want to use Professor Verduus as a moun..."

"...?"

Yukbeltire stared at her junior.

She had said crawling on four legs, not that he could ride on his back?

-I understand. Since it's come to this, I'll help with all my might! Disciple, bring out your spirit.-

The prince spoke while clenching his hands.

Yi-Han nodded and summoned a lesser fire spirit.

Among many spirits, a relatively friendly sparrow-shaped spirit appeared and chirped above his head.

-...Not that spirit, Disciple.-

"I think that spirit isn't right either."

When even Yukbeltire who had recovered her strength added words, Yi-Han waved his hand saying he understood then summoned a squirrel-shaped lesser cold spirit.

-Disciple. Bringing out such cute spirits twice in this situation seems strange no matter how I look at it. Did you perhaps want to show off?-

"...Actually I did have such thoughts a bit."

Though the first was a mistake, the second was closer to showing off.

Yukbeltire opened her mouth as if not understanding.

"Why would you show off such spir..."

"I'll challenge you to a duel if you insult my spirits, Senior."

"..."

Yukbeltire stepped back two steps.

Seeing her junior now reminded her of when she had angered Direth before.

-This golem seems terrible. Better break the contract and find a new one.-

-Hey. Get out.-

-I gave you accurate advice for your sake but this treatment...-

-Get lost. Just get lost forever.-

And after that Direth didn't accept greetings for about a week.

In Yukbeltire's thinking, it was probably because of dark magic. Dark magic school made people irrational.

It was quite plausible logic since the junior before her now was also dark magic school.

"The spirit Master meant is probably the Thunder King. But since I summoned him recently, it seems I need to wait until the mark's power recovers."

-That's not it?-

Yi-Han wondered at the prince's words.

Oh?

"Then is it the Guardian of the Great Sea and Storm?"

Though Upinum was also a powerful great spirit, unlike Ferkuntra it wasn't a contract mark that could do direct summoning.

-You had contracts with such spirits too? Disciple is really loved by spirits.-

The young prince marveled.

A spirit's title or rank was a simple measure to guess its strength.

A spirit at the level of calling itself Guardian couldn't be weak.

"??"

Of course Yi-Han's puzzlement wasn't resolved.

If not Ferkuntra or Upinum, what was he talking about?

'Arna is a star not a spirit though?'

-Disciple. Surely you haven't forgotten the spirit in your staff?-

"...How could I?"

Only then did Yi-Han recall the spirit dwelling in his staff.

Saratan, the hornbeam spirit who claimed the title King of Gambling Trees, a spirit imprisoned in the staff.

This spirit who had barely recovered power when the staff's frame changed to a spirit king's divine wood was fierce enough to charge at Yi-Han right away.

If the black book hadn't helped in the mental world, Yi-Han might have really lost.

"You said bring out a spirit so I only thought of spirits I could summon right away. And this spirit is a very nasty and vicious one."

Yi-Han immediately tattled.

-Wh-what... What did I do?!-

Saratan screamed.

He had been quietly staying in the staff thinking the mage had forgotten about him for a while...

"See? He could answer right away yet he's been deceiving me pretending not to exist until now."

-You didn't call me! ...Agagagagagak!-

Yi-Han mercilessly poured in mana like when he had subdued him before.

Saratan whose tricks were exposed quickly declared surrender.

-I was wrong! I'll definitely come out and help first from now on!-

"Didn't you say that last time then just stay still?"

-...But there wasn't particularly anything I could help wi... Gagagagagak!-

Saratan hadn't said anything wrong.

Since the enemies Yi-Han faced afterward were so powerful, even if he had awakened there wasn't much Saratan could do with his limited power usable only inside the staff.

At most he had power to restore mana, grow plants, and make the staff sturdy - these were hard to use when facing strong enemies.

Of course just because something was right didn't make it the right answer. Yi-Han poured out anger at the spirit who hadn't helped, recalling recent strong enemies.

This bastard worse than Ferkuntra!

Though originally only the staff's master could hear the scream, the young prince read the soul waves resonating between master and slave.

-Calm down, Disciple.-

"But Master. Do you know how much I suffered because of this spirit? I had to fight for my life in the mental world, and the mandrake almost failed because of this bastard too."

-...?-

Saratan paused.

He understood the former but had no memory of the latter.

-W-wait. The mandrake wasn't my fault but that dragon...-

Clearly the dragon had invaded arbitrarily and grown the mandrake, it wasn't his fault.

Even then he had been falsely accused and barely cleared his name?

"Was that so? Well then exclude that."

-......-

"Anyway you did attack me."

-Th-that's true but.-

The young prince waved his hand cutting off their argument.

-Stop. Both of you stop. I didn't call you to talk about such things. Now, Spirit.-

With those words, strong spirit energy flowed from the wooden part of the staff Yi-Han held.

Surprisingly, Saratan who had been completely sealed in the wood was being released outside!

Saratan was startled and looked at his own lumpy wooden body. It was his real spirit body that could only move in the mental world.

This... this body's power! This body's power!

-Now then let's talk...-

-I'll kill you, you brat!-

As soon as his power returned, Saratan roared.

A huge hammer made of ebony and walnut intertwined appeared instead of a fist. This hammer mixing mana and spirit power was a weapon of retribution to strike the annoying mage once.

-Please listen...-

-Shut up! I don't know who you are but thanks for freeing me. But there won't be a second time! If you don't want your painting torn, keep your mouth shut!-

Saratan thundered then glared at Yi-Han. However, Yi-Han just stared back at the spirit without any tension.

That calmness rather made Saratan flinch.

-What is this?-

"Your arm flew off."

-What?-

"I said your arm flew off."

-What nonsen... huh?!-

Only then did Saratan realize the huge hammer he had created on his arm had disappeared.

That wasn't the end. Next his legs disappeared then his body suddenly fell to the floor.

Thud!

And he couldn't move at all.

This was on a different dimension from losing due to fighting at a disadvantage while imprisoned.

To be unable to do anything even after being freed?

Saratan received a greater shock than when he was sealed by spirits in the distant past.

-Gu... guk... how…-

-Spirit. Can we talk now?-

The young prince in the painting spoke kindly without changing expression.

That attitude rather made Saratan afraid.

-Sh... ut…-

-Can't be helped. Though I didn't want to use this method...-

The young prince gestured again.

Yi-Han could feel it.

The soul being extracted from Saratan's spirit body fixed to the basement floor.

And that soul was absorbed into the painting.

The prince who had trapped the spirit's soul in his grasp closed his hands in a circle then closed his eyes as if praying.

"!!!!"

Yi-Han was shocked.

Though he had seen that spirit emotionally shaken several times before, this was the first time seeing him tremble so violently with fear.

What on earth was he doing?

While he was shocked, the soul returned to normal. Saratan who came to his senses opened his mouth.

-I-I must have lost my mind. Please allow me to be Mage's footmat! I must have lost my footmat. Please allow me to be mind's Mage!-

-That's fine. Thank you for understanding. More importantly your tongue seems loose so let's rest a bit.-

"Wh-what exactly did you do?"

Yi-Han asked in a small voice, surprised.

Perhaps with that method he could persuade even spirits that avoided him.

-It's a simple method, Disciple. I showed him deep inside my soul directly and persuaded him.-

"..."

What kind of soul was it to make that spirit so terrified?

Though amazed, Yi-Han thought inwardly.

'Hmm. Impossible for me.'

If spirits saw deep inside Yi-Han's soul they would probably look down on him thinking 'what a materialistic person'.

-Spirit. Currently Spirit's essence wick is imprisoned in that staff by powerful seals.-

-Please allow me to be a footmat!-

"?"

Saratan tried to say 'I know' but due to aftereffects his mouth spoke other words arbitrarily.

The young prince encouraged steadily without surprise.

-Now. Get a hold of yourself.-

-Y-yes…-

-Do you know how to undo those seals?-

-This mage basta... no, sir... I know the seals melt when using and resonating with the staff's power.-

-That's right. But you can't rely completely on just my disciple. Spirit must practice yourself too.-

-I'm already helping with the mage's work but…-

"When did you?"

Saratan pretended not to hear Yi-Han's words.

Honestly it wasn't Saratan's fault that there hadn't been chances to help.

The prince shook his head.

-I don't mean helping Disciple's work. The practice I speak of means cultivating your own good heart. No matter how much power recovers, you'll never escape that staff unless you cultivate yourself.-

-!!!!-

Saratan received a shock like being hit in the back of the head with a club.

'Th-these spirit bastards. They did such a dirty trick?!'

Saratan who had been moved by the persuasion containing the prince's soul just now hurriedly asked.

-Th-then what should I do? I have no confidence in cultivating a good heart.-

"What kind of guy is this?"

Yi-Han spoke as if finding it ridiculous.

To say he had no confidence before even starting when he should work hard.

Yukbeltire shook her head regretfully beside him. Unlike herself who was already virtuous, that spirit was beyond salvation.

-Don't worry. There is a guide of good heart who will lead Spirit. If you follow that guide, Spirit too can cultivate a good heart.-

-Wh-who is that? Is it a spirit I know?-

-No. It's Disciple here. Watch, follow, and learn from Disciple's actions.-

......

Saratan almost broke free from his brainwashed state for a moment.