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Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 943
🕑 Added 2024-10-17 11:39:30 +0000 UTCChapter 943
The enraged Ferkuntra savagely drove back the ambushed Defiler. The huge pillar that had pierced through the enemy transformed into countless lightning bolts, each becoming arrows to attack the Defiler.
-Am, bush...-
The Defiler groaned and switched to defense under the lightning storm more violent than any tempest. Even so, it didn't forget to denounce the other's cowardice.
'It's not wrong.'
The beast honestly sympathized with the Defiler's feelings.
For a powerful spirit like the Thunder King to be lurking in ambush, pretending not to be summoned.
From the Defiler's perspective, it was understandable to feel wronged.
Of course, though the beast and the Defiler enjoyed using such ambushes and traps without feeling any pangs of conscience, they were undead and the other was a lightning spirit.
Unlike the undead, for whom vileness and cunning were points of pride, such acts were shameful for a lightning spirit.
-Shut up!-
Ferkuntra, well aware of this, thrust in another bolt of lightning instead of arguing with the opponent. The Defiler's limbs, which were trying to swell and regenerate somehow, burned greatly and fell off.
-Excellent, mage! To think you'd order the Thunder King to do such a cowardly and despicable thing! Truly excellent!-
"...Hey. Say that inwardly."
Yi-Han said while glancing at Ferkuntra, who was pounding the Defiler in the distance.
After begging and pleading for Ferkuntra to barely agree to the request, the demon Mahuda was now grating on his nerves.
'As expected, he's not a demon for nothing.'
-Why? The Thunder King should be proud. Hasn't he broken his stubbornness and completely deceived the opponent? That Defiler is being toyed with!-
"Hmm... I wonder if another demon I should never call again, like Anpursas, has appeared..."
-...Thinking about it again, the Thunder King's mood might have been slightly hurt!-
Mahuda quickly came to his senses.
Befitting a demon who had been eradicating undead for a long time, his political sense and sensitivity were extraordinary.
-Wait! It's escaping! Stop it!-
All the surrounding army units were instantly sucked into the Defiler's body.
It was to recover from injuries and store power as quickly as possible.
Crack!
The Defiler's body, which had somehow gathered power, shattered into pieces.
It wasn't from an enemy attack. The Defiler intended to split its body to confuse the enemy and then escape.
Indeed, each piece of flesh transformed into the shape of a small Defiler, confusing the Thunder King's eyes.
-Such a shallow trick?-
But unfortunately, the beast that had fought the Defiler for a long time was right in front.
The beast scattered the doppelgangers with a wave of death and quickly found the main body, biting its torso. The Defiler, trying to escape, let out a sound full of pain and anger.
-Thunder King, now is the end! Combine your power as promised!-
-This demon bastard is really chattering!-
-Isn't that too emotional... Ugh!-
Though Ferkuntra hurled curses at the hated Mahuda without giving anything, it ultimately kept the promise made at the beginning.
Ambush after lying in wait.
And even lending power to the attack at the last moment!
When Ferkuntra dwelled in Yi-Han's body, it transformed into a huge avatar of lightning. If it had dwelled in the body of a mage who wasn't generally prepared, they might have perished together, but Ferkuntra believed in Yi-Han's mana, which was unchanging and immovable, unshaken by any threat.
The power of lightning penetrating the essence caused a discharge phenomenon as if about to burst from within the grasp. Mahuda, without panic, created a huge spear with that power.
The beast felt instinctive fear just from witnessing the spear. It was a spear of exorcism, no, annihilation, antithetical to undead.
The thunder spear of demon subjugation and evil annihilation!
'I thought he was still an immature mage... How could he perform such great magic!'
Though he had summoned powerful beings, it was ultimately the mage who wove them together. It was simply unbelievable.
But there was no time to ponder further. The beast boldly reverse-summoned itself to the undead realm.
The moment that spear was completed, the Defiler's fate was as good as sealed. It had to flee as far as possible.
It was regrettable not to see the other's humiliation, but if it got involved and was injured, it would take decades to recover from those injuries.
"Throwing spear!"
*
"Hurry! We need to take the potions!"
"We'll do it, so please just stay still!"
"What nonsense! Are you telling a noble of Granden City to stand idle in such a situation?"
If there was something the Einroguard students hadn't expected, it was that people didn't listen as well as they thought.
The best action in this situation would be to flee far until the palace was out of sight, but the citizens of Granden City, with their honor and pride, returned close to the palace carrying completed potions and various necessary items.
The students desperately tried to stop, coax, and cajole them, barely managing to reach a compromise.
"Alright. Then stop here in front of the <Three Griffins> bridge! You absolutely must not cross this! You need to retreat immediately in case of emergency!"
"Ugh. Understood!"
The citizens who stopped at the bridge evacuated nearby people and distributed potions in preparation for possible injuries.
Meanwhile, the students anxiously looked up at the empty air. Apart from the escape, the battle unfolding before their eyes was progressing a bit differently than expected.
"Isn't it getting too big? Can the knights really handle it?"
"There's still no effect outside the palace... but maybe we should evacuate."
"How do we persuade them when they're insisting on helping like this?"
Yonaire cautiously raised her hand at the seniors' conversation.
"How about secretly feeding them sleeping potions?"
"...That's a g-good idea, but we don't have any sleeping potions right now."
The students had made potions to help with undead-related issues, but they hadn't specifically made sleeping potions now.
If it was enough to put all the people here to sleep, it would be even more difficult...
"We made some separately, anticipating this!"
"Here!"
Asan and Anglago appeared with a crate of sleeping potions.
"Nillia will make them drink it."
"?!"
Nillia, who had been hit by a bolt from the blue while standing still, blinked her eyes like a cow being dragged away.
However, the seniors admired them.
"The level of these second-years is no ordinary matter...!"
"To think they'd come up with the idea of immediately feeding sleeping potions to put them to sleep. That wickedness is very Einroguard-like."
They were particularly impressed by the boldness of immediately bringing up an idea that an ordinary student would have pondered other methods for a few minutes before coming up with.
"...Is it really that wicked?"
Yonaire asked, feeling slightly wronged.
Originally, this was the kind of scheme Yi-Han would have come up with if he were here. Having brought it up herself and being treated as wicked, she felt unfairly wronged and sorry for her friend.
'I'm sorry...!'
Yonaire inwardly resolved to get angry on behalf of her friends in the future if they said things like 'Does the Wardanaz family separately teach such wicked strategies?'
"Huh? It is wicked."
"Quickly bring the sleeping potions. We need to put them to sleep and then move them far away."
Boom!
However, the need for sleeping potions soon disappeared.
The tide of battle had suddenly turned.
"..."
"..."
"Wh-what is that??"
The seniors who had never seen Ferkuntra opened their eyes wide in shock.
Yonaire watched their reactions and cautiously opened her mouth.
"Well, that's..."
"Ah. Did the Death Knights summon it?"
-Excellent, Mr. Anog!-
"..."
At the Death Knight's shout, the seniors were even more perplexed.
However, in terms of confusion, they couldn't compare to the people of Granden City who knew nothing.
The people who had rushed out murmured and chattered about the battle of transcendents.
"Th-there's Setlad! Setlad is there!"
"As expected, he wasn't an ordinary mage...! He's overwhelming the monster?!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Yonaire (partly due to feeling sorry earlier) stepped up to defend her friend.
No matter how she thought about it, this alias becoming too famous wouldn't be good.
"Actually, most of the current fight is the Death Knights..."
"He's f-fusing! He fused with the lightning spirit!"
"Can a person fuse with a spirit like that?! It must be incredibly straining?!"
"Didn't the Death Knight just say something?"
"...It's nothing!"
Yonaire quickly gave up and retreated. Nillia sent her a comforting look.
-...Throwing spear!-
Though they had hoped against hope, the fight really did end. The citizens of Granden City sent thunderous applause and stomped their feet.
"Long live the knights of Einroguard!"
"Setlad! Setlad! Setlad!"
"Wait. Could Setlad be the righteous thief who attacked Uap?"
"...That might be the case!"
The Death Knights, who were searching for any possible aftermath or enemy remains, were dismayed to see people gathering with lights on across the bridge.
-What were the students doing?-
Of course, the students who would be held responsible had long since disappeared like shadows.
Any Einroguard student would know that staying now that the enemy had fallen would only result in being caught again.
-Should we disperse them?-
-No. It's fine. We've defeated it anyway. We can explain the situation and make them go home.-
-What about the successor...?-
-What are you talking about? Is the successor here somewhere?-
At those words, the other Death Knights quietly admired.
Instead of reporting that they had failed to recognize an Einroguard second-year student and tried to recommend him as a professor, and even incurring the successor's dislike, insisting that there really was a strange person called Setlad Anog.
That might be true wisdom and prudence.
'Perhaps we should change our title from Knights of Death to Knights of Wisdom.'
-That's right! The enemy's poison must have lowered my intelligence.-
-Haha. Rest well. It might be better to recover by transforming into a spirit body!-
The Death Knights quickly unified their opinions. One Death Knight at the very back quickly disappeared to smuggle Yi-Han out.
"Sir Knight! Where is Setlad?"
-Setlad has left. Though the summoned enemy today has disappeared, we don't know what dangers might remain, so everyone go home! We will control this area.-
"Is Setlad perhaps the righteous thief who caused the recent commotion?"
-We can't answer anything.-
"So it is him!"
-We don't know anything.-
If Yi-Han had been present, he would have hit them on the back of the head, but the Death Knights couldn't help it.
They didn't know whether Yi-Han wanted affirmation or denial.
All the Death Knights could do now was avoid responsibility.
We don't know anything!
But sometimes, in certain situations, answering that you don't know functioned as an affirmation.
The nobles of Granden City gathered today were exactly like that.
'It's true!'
The loose-lipped socialite nobles spread rumors faster than Ferkuntra's lightning.
As a result, before Yi-Han returned to the <Inn of Ten Thousand Schemes>, rumors of a terrifying battle mage named Setlad arrived at the inn first.
When a battle cry that only a true strong one inheriting troll blood could unleash burst out from upstairs, Mapara, the server, trembled in fear.
What on earth had made that kind professor so angry?
*
"You came earlier than expected."
"It's natural since the junior infiltrated alone."
The Change Location Club seniors met in a gloomy alley and confirmed each other's identities.
If they were trying to trick for sentence reduction after being caught by Death Knights, it would have been revealed at this point.
"Then let's move."
"What if the junior hasn't entered the palace yet?"
"That's impossible."
"True, I think so too... What's that?"
The seniors hesitated when they saw Death Knights dominating the bridge and path leading to the distant palace.
It was clearly an alien movement, not blocking approach but searching the surroundings.
Moreover, looking back, the appearance of the palace also seemed strange. It was almost half-destroyed.
"..."
"The j-junior didn't smash it, right?"
Sebius couldn't bring himself to refute.
