Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 1103

Chapter 1103

Eaktus: Indeed! My friend with the crazy name!

Eaktus's response came immediately.

He had been wanting to get back at the dragon inspector, and now a member appeared who agreed.

Though usually thinking this alias seemed quite insane, sometimes such madness proved helpful.

Without madness, who would dare challenge a dragon?

Beaver-Penguin-Fox: What is it????

And immediately a private message flew from Ilendil.

From Ilendil's position knowing the junior's identity, the recent statement could only be bewildering.

A person contracted with a dragon asking about dragons' weaknesses...

Could some dangerous conspiracy that would remain in imperial history be progressing right now?

Beaver-Penguin-Fox: W-why are you asking about weaknesses? What are you planning? Can't it be resolved peacefully through dialogue?

Gonadaltes: There seems to be a misunderstanding. I'm not asking to defeat a dragon right now.

Yi-Han explained immediately.

If a frightened senior happened to inform the inspector, things could become very troublesome.

So Her Highness Jourin is imprisoned now...

Beaver-Penguin-Fox: ......

After hearing the explanation, Ilendil fell silent. Her first thought upon hearing was this:

Was this what dragon contractors were usually like?

'Strange. A dragon contractor should be something more... beautiful and noble...'

Gazing down at the continent from atop a dragon soaring through the sky, inheriting the mysterious wisdom of the dragon race - wasn't that what a dragon contractor was?

This appearance was less like a dragon contractor and more like...

'Like a nanny... no. What disrespectful thoughts.'

Ilendil shook her head vigorously.

As a mage, judging by appearances alone was terrible behavior.

How much more so to hastily judge a junior contracted with a dragon based on appearances.

Though he might look somewhat like a nanny, that was just one aspect, and surely there was something far more amazing underneath.

...Probably!

Gonadaltes: Ah. One moment please. Another message from Her Highness.

Beaver-Penguin-Fox: O-okay...

Yi-Han paused the conversation and focused on Jourin.

Gonadaltes: Your Highness. Could you write 'Jourin' in front?

Jourin: Alright! But why does Yi-Han write 'Gonadaltes' in front?

Gonadaltes: ...Well I respect the Principal somewhat. Haha.

Jourin: Even after suffering so much because of Gonadaltes?!

Jourin was newly moved by her contractor's virtue.

How could someone be so kind?

Gonadaltes: More importantly Your Highness. How did you contact me? Did you find an artifact?

The artifacts connected to the Sentinel club were located throughout Einroguard's territory (and sometimes outside).

If Jourin had discovered one, this contact would make sense.

However...

'Then shouldn't she have entered the Sentinel club? Not contact privately like this?'

Jourin: I'm not sure... I just... scribbled trying to request help from Yi-Han because I felt frustrated and it connected...

"!!!!"

Yi-Han was greatly surprised at Jourin's answer, which seemed to be checking if she had done something wrong.

Primitive magic manifesting through will alone, regardless of any form, rule, or theory!

'No... for dragon magic, calling it primitive magic is laughable. It's essentially like divine speech magic.'

Though Jourin, being mentally immature, used her innate dragon strength and physical abilities but didn't use magical abilities so diversely.

Yet to connect magical communication to Yi-Han's artifact through will alone like this.

It was truly terrifying potential. Yi-Han felt a shudder.

'If she does this in future what kind of accidents will... oops.'

Yi-Han reflected.

As a contractor he should trust Jourin rather than worry about what accidents she might cause from the start.

Though Jourin had previously tried to ambush and imprison her contractor by putting handcuffs on his wrist...

Gonadaltes: Well done, Your Highness. But you said you felt frustrated. What happened?

Jourin: Well you see it's really too much don't you think

Jourin, who had only been checking reactions, started frantically writing letters at Yi-Han's comfort.

Yi-Han was almost overwhelmed by the resentment felt in the letters.

  *

-Uman!-

-Yes, Sister!-

-I shall go meet my contractor!-

-...What? Already?-

Though Uman always respected his sister, he was slightly taken aback by her declaration to meet her contractor right away when not even a week had passed since the new semester started.

-If it's not rude, may Uman ask the reason?-

-Huh?-

Jourin was bewildered.

-Because he's my contractor...? You clearly said meeting the contractor was allowed unlike other students...-

-I believe I also advised 'only in ways that don't interfere with studies'... Surely you're not going to meet him without any reason?-

Uman asked with an expression of sincere belief that his respected sister wouldn't say such nonsense.

After hesitating, Jourin finally burst out:

-...Actually Jourin was testing Uman! Testing your ability as inspector!-

-Ah ah! Indeed! I, Uman, was completely fooled! Did I pass the test?-

-...Yes...-

-It is truly an honor! I, Uman, shall complete my mission with all my soul, carrying your trust in my heart!-

-......-

Unlike the excited Uman, Jourin became very dejected.

Looking at her clueless brother, Jourin said subtly.

-There's no need to be so obsessed with the mission...-

-No, Sister. This was a task someone had to take. Just as bent wood is straightened with brackets, Uman too wishes to raise Einroguard's mages properly.-

-...Gonadaltes isn't such a bad mage though.-

-Pardon?-

-Ah, nothing...-

Not noticing Jourin's reaction, Uman continued passionately.

-Actually His Majesty encouraged this task too.-

-......-

This time Jourin grumbled inwardly too.

If he was going to let her go why send Uman to torment her.

'This is too much!'

-What kind of encouragement did he give?-

-He said to stop tormenting this old dragon and go try it once.-

-...Uh, that doesn't seem like encouragement...-

Jourin paused.

No matter how she looked at it, that wasn't encouragement, right?

-Ah right. And he spoke about your contractor too.-

-Really?-

-Yes. His Majesty said Gonadaltes and various mages are assigning too harsh duties to him, so remember to pay special attention. Though it may be shameful self-praise, Uman seems to have achieved some results in this area already. Checking the contractor's time, his free time has greatly increased compared to last semester!-

-......-

Jourin's small fingertips trembled with anger.

So because of the lax and corrupt lives of the principal, professors, and students, even Jourin herself was being harmed?

This was too unreasonable. Jourin slowly began to open her eyes to how the world worked.

Even if she wanted to stay still, as long as corrupt evil ones existed, their harm would spread like this...

  *

Gonadaltes: Your Highness. Your Highness. Just a moment.

Jourin: What?

Gonadaltes: Please calm down for a moment.

Yi-Han quickly soothed Jourin.

No matter what, he couldn't let Jourin enter imperial politics and aim for next emperor just because she couldn't wander around school freely.

If left alone, there was 100% chance Jourin would cry later asking why he didn't stop her.

Even the current emperor would lament that the skull principal ruined his life whenever he saw him...

'The skull principal might endure since he has no heart, but I'm not confident.'

Gonadaltes: Anyway I understand the reason. You tried to meet but were refused because there was no reason, right?

Jourin: That's right...

Gonadaltes: Then why are you imprisoned?

From what he heard, Uman was a dragon who greatly respected Jourin.

For such a dragon to imprison Jourin arbitrarily.

What could have happened?

Jourin: Actually I'm not really imprisoned... um... I can walk around outside, but if I can't go to the main building to meet Yi-Han isn't it the same as being imprisoned...

"......"

At Jourin's hesitant confession, Yi-Han tilted his head back.

No...!

'She didn't seem this good at lying when we first met. Could it be because of me?'

Suddenly a vision flashed through his mind of being asked 'Does the defendant Wardanaz acknowledge the charges of corrupting a dragon?' in a dragon court.

Yi-Han shook his head.

'No. Though I might bear some responsibility, it was more Einroguard. It's because of Einroguard.'

Jourin: ...Are you angry??

Gonadaltes: I'm not angry. But you should tell me accurately. Only then can we make proper plans, right?

If Jourin wasn't actually imprisoned somewhere, meeting would be easier.

They would just need to evade magical surveillance and meet.

The problem was how to break through the surveillance of a crazed dragon...

'Is there a way?'

Yi-Han fell into thought.

Even the Sentinel club with gathered seniors couldn't come up with good methods, so how could Yi-Han have any clever solutions.

Jourin: Actually that's why I asked Gonadaltes.

Gonadaltes: Me? Ah. You mean the Principal.

Jourin: ......

Gonadaltes: That was a joke. Haha.

Jourin: I think Yi-Han should use his real name...

Jourin spoke as if slightly worried.

In old stories, weren't there many who made mistakes getting caught up in aliases?

Gonadaltes: I'm fine. So what's the request?

Jourin explained what had happened again.

Actually when she wanted to meet Yi-Han but Uman interfered, Jourin didn't have many places to request help.

  *

-Gonadaltes! Uman is bullying me!!!-

-What a coincidence. He's bullying me too.-

-Shouldn't Gonadaltes rule Einroguard again? Aren't you frustrated as lord?-

-No, Your Highness...! You keep surprising me these days. Even political scheming? Just what is that Wardanaz fellow teaching...-

-Why Yi-Han?-

-Ah. Nothing. Anyway it's impossible now. His Majesty won't change his decision so easily either. We'll have to wait until his misgovernance accumulates.-

-Then at least arrange a way for me to meet Yi-Han!-

-A way... Right now that Uman fellow is excitedly going around monitoring... I'll tell Professor Parsellet to tell Wardanaz to learn one divination magic.-

-No! Jourin will tell him directly!-

-What? How?-

-Last time when I concentrated my mind it seemed to connect somehow. If I try once more...-

-...Truly amazing. This makes me wonder if Uman might need to stay next semester too.-

-......-

-That was a joke. A joke. Please calm down.-