Chapter 156
Chapter 156
Yi-Han's expression turned serious.
'Something is strange about this.'
Did Priestess Tijiling really find an outing permit?
It was possible.
What if students from other towers, even those from the White Tiger Tower, found the same?
That would have been acceptable.
But Gainando...
'It's a trap!'
Yi-Han's intuition screamed.
This must be a trap!
The skull principal was not one to distribute outing permits so freely, especially not to Gainando.
'But... why? Why the outing permits?'
He was certain it was a trap, yet the reason for such generous distribution eluded him.
'I have to be even more cautious.'
"Why so serious?"
Noticing Yi-Han's grim face, other students from the Blue Dragon Tower asked with concern.
"Isn't it suspicious how easily we got these outing permits?"
"Indeed...!"
"So, is this just an excuse to snatch the permit from Gainando's hands?"
"What if we just take it now and return it later?"
"..."
Yi-Han shook his head disapprovingly at the sight of his overly excited friends.
'I must stay alert, even if I'm the only one.'
Gainando was sitting in Professor Mortum's tent, the instructor of dark magic.
While other professors chose passionate and talented students for tasks, Professor Mortum did not.
After all, the number of freshmen interested in dark magic could be counted on one hand.
All freshmen studying dark magic had to attend.
Ymirg and Raphael, too, sat beside Gainando, silently watching ahead.
"..."
"..."
A heavy silence.
With Yi-Han absent, the freshmen in dark magic, not friendly with each other to begin with, grew even more silent.
All three were different in tower, origin, race, and temperament...
Gainando fiddled with his clothes, feeling as though the air was suffocating.
'Is this because of the negative mana?'
To break the stifling atmosphere, Gainando finally spoke up.
"Hey there!"
His sociable greeting elicited an enthusiastic response from the other two students.
"..."
"Don't pretend to be friendly, Prince. It's annoying."
One remained silent, the other scolded, but Gainando was surprisingly pleased.
"Did you just call me prince?"
"What... What's with you? Why are you happy about that, you weirdo?"
Raphael, an angel mixed-blood, looked at Gainando with disgust.
Apparently, no sane person chose to learn dark magic.
Happy even when insulted...
"Say it again! What am I?"
"Get lost, will you!?"
"Um, um..."
Ymirg, a half-giant, hesitantly spoke up.
"Shouldn't we call some guests over...?"
"Who would be interested in dark magic anyway?"
'You're learning it too...'
Gainando and Ymirg looked at Raphael with disbelief.
But Raphael stood firm.
"It's actually good that people aren't interested in dark magic. I am..."
"Is everything going well?"
Upon Professor Mortum's arrival, Raphael immediately bowed.
"Good day, Professor!"
"Yes, cough cough. Is it going well?"
"..."
They exchanged glances.
'Going well' was subjective, but by any standard, zero guests was not a good sign.
Professor Mortum's face darkened.
"Doesn't anyone show interest?"
In truth, Professor Mortum had prepared quite diligently, especially compared to other professors.
A large table covered in a black cloth
And there, placed upon it, were magic circles, grimoires, and artifacts.
It was a thoughtful arrangement by Professor Mortum, intended to recommend suitable dark magic spells to any visitors.
To compare Professor Mortum's dedication to Professor Boladi, who had asked Yi-Han to throw water beads at guests' faces, felt almost like an insult.
...But dedication doesn't always guarantee success.
Fundamentally, few festival-goers were interested in seeking out gloomy dark mages.
"Professor, I have a question."
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