Chapter 182
Chapter 182
As the saying goes, just as the bird singing the most beautiful song dies the quickest, mages with exceptional talents often had short lifespans. Unlike those without talent, who did not covet more than they needed, talented mages tended to desire as much as their abilities allowed.
Magic was akin to the suntoo close an approach, and one would burn to death.
Is there no one to tell him? Direth bit her lip in frustration. The malevolent professors of this magic academy only cared about their own fields. When a talented freshman appeared, they would eagerly suggest a new spell to learn, paying no heed if the student was already learning another. Often, by the time these naive freshmen realized what was happening, it was too latethey were trapped in an inescapable magical hell.
Only eccentrics like Professor Garcia could withstand this! Direth thought, especially now that the midterm period had just ended and more magic fields were to be explored.
Someone had to warn him. Now!
"Junior!" Direth strengthened her resolve and shouted.
"Be careful! You're being deceived by the professors..."
"???" Yi-Han, startled by the sudden cry from behind, turned around.
But there was no one there.
"What... what was that?"
"I'm not sure, but it feels ominous," Yi-Han murmured, frowning at the faintly familiar mana in the empty corridor. "It feels like the energy of the skull principal..."
Could it be?
As the potion in the cauldron began to bubble and slowly turn leaden, Yi-Han carefully extinguished the fire. Only the final step of the remained.ViiSiit for latest novels
Just need to add freshly picked thistle flowers, he thought.
"Why is mine blue? Why is it blue?"
"Doesn't this look leaden to you? Doesn't it?"
Ignoring his friends in denial, Yi-Han exchanged glances with Yonaire.
"Let's go pick thistle flowers!"
"The exams end tomorrow," Yi-Han noted, and Yonaire nodded. It felt like several weeks had passed, even though it was only one.
"We have to do this again..."
"It was really tough."
"Yes. For me too."
...
Yonaire had to suppress the urge to say, "Yi-Han, you're digging your own grave," because Yi-Han was not just any student.
Did you do well on all the tests?
"So so."
"Huh?"
Yonaiere was puzzled by Yi-Hans words.
Yi-Han had always been exceptional. Among the first-year students, many were good at their studies, but Yi-Han stood out. Where others showed weaknesses in certain lectures, Yi-Han seemed to have none. His excellence was consistent across all subjects.
"You made a mistake in Dark Magic? How did you score?"
"No. I got a perfect score."
"Then in Summoning Magic?"
"No."
"...Illusion Magic?"
"I got perfect scores there too... Huh. Now that I think about it, I did well. Sorry, Yonaire. It's just a habit."
For the first time, Yonaire almost lost her temper with Yi-Han.
"What's happening?"
Students were gathered and buzzing at the spot where the thistle flower field should have been. Yi-Han approached, curious, and then stood in shock.
"...!"
The thistle flowers that had once flourished were now completely gone.
"Did you all pick them?" Yi-Han asked, striving to be polite, though his voice lacked warmth and carried a hint of menace. The gathered students flinched and stepped back.
"No, it's not us, Wardanaz. When we arrived, someone had already picked them!" they insisted.
"How can I believe that?" Yi-Han questioned skeptically.
"Think about it, Wardanaz! We need freshly picked thistle flowers too. Why would we pick them first and render them unusable for ourselves?" A student from the White Tiger argued, trembling while clutching a wooden sword. Due to previous incidents, a saying had circulated within the White Tiger: "When dealing with Wardanaz, always move in groups of at least four."
To face him alone was unforeseen.
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