Chapter 514

 

'How?!'

 

Anglago, who was sitting in front of the table, was startled and dropped the quill.

 

This bundle of paper artifact shared the writing with each other, but it was impossible to know who was writing.

 

Anglago looked around.

 

"If we change it to forsythia wood, the magic will be less effective, but the power will definitely be improved."

 

"This armor is too uncomfortable, is there any way to improve it?"

 

"Endure it. You need to wear at least this much to withstand magic attacks."

 

"True. Considering that Wardanaz guy, we might need to make it even thicker."

 

The friends in the lounge were either chatting about whose sword was better or trying to make new equipment to increase their combat power.

 

There wasn't a single person studying, which was just like the White Tiger Tower lounge as usual.

 

'There might be a spy.'

 

Anglago left false information on the paper to test Wardanaz.

 

- I'm not Anglago?-

 

-Yes. You who are not Anglago. If there's anyone around you who wants to participate in the Festival of St. Eaktus, tell them I'll break their legs. And by the way, I'll break your legs too.-

 

Anglago was horrified.

 

How on earth?

 

- I don't know what you're talking about. Wardanaz, I'm not Anglago, but I feel sorry for innocent Anglago being cursed.-

 

- Alpha, it's obvious who you are, so stop talking nonsense.-

 

-You might as well just write that you're Alpha from the start,-

 

Salko and Shyles, two friends from the Black Tortoise Tower, scolded Anglago.

 

-But why is Wardanaz stopping the Festival of St. Eaktus? I don't understand.-

 

At Salko's question, Yi-Han was at a loss for words.

 

'This crazy bastard'

 

Why would he stop it?

 

-That's right. Wardanaz, I'm not Anglago, but I don't understand why you're stopping the Festival of St. Eaktus, that's like a tyrant!-

 

- Regardless of the respect you receive in our tower, if you stop the festival participation, there will be considerable dissatisfaction. Is there a reason?-

 

Yi-Han tried to curse but endured.

 

- I'm treating people who got injured while participating in the festival.-

 

Suddenly, all the other friends became quiet.

 

"Junior, let's go out now."

 

"Pardon?"

 

Yi-Han put the bundle of paper in his bosom and turned his head.

 

The seniors were preparing to leave, packing potions from the chest and various equipment.

 

"Where are you going?"

 

"Huh? To the festival site, the festival excitement is rising now, right? It's more convenient to be on standby nearby in this case."

 

Yi-Han suppressed the words that were about to slip out.

 

It wasn't the seniors' fault.

 

It was the fault of the other students who were throwing stones at each other like crazy.

 

'But was the festival excitement not up yet?'

 

He couldn't even imagine how it would unfold if the excitement rose here.

 

***

 

"It's a stone giant!"

 

"Ram it into the fortress!"

 

Seeing the seniors waging a siege battle on the plain, Yi-Han felt dizzy.

 

In that short time between leaving the healing room and descending the main building stairs, the seniors had built a fortress on the plain and created a giant to attack that fortress.

 

Boom!

 

The giant made of rocks moved its massive body and rammed into the fortress.

 

The fortress, also made of stones, shook as if it would collapse at any moment, but instantly regained its balance.

 

Powerful magic was maintaining the adhesion and sustaining the stones.

 

"Fire! Stone giant, fire the stones!"

 

"The fortress should also start firing slowly!"

 

The surreal sight of a huge giant and fortress firing stones at each other and shattering everything around was unfolding before their eyes, but the healing magic seniors set up a tent and hung the school's flag without paying any attention.

 

A half-shattered rock fragment flew towards the tent.

 

It seemed that stones had bounced this way because they were fighting so fiercely with each other.

 

"I'll do it."

 

"Okay."

 

The seniors were used to it and weren't even surprised. One of them stepped forward and swung his staff, and wooden vines sprouted from the ground and grabbed the stone.

 

"Who is it?"

 

"That one, the short-nosed one from the Blue Dragon Tower,"

 

"Got him."

 

The healing magic seniors immediately took revenge.

 

The student who had accidentally thrown the stone this way turned pale, choked, grabbed his throat, and collapsed.

 

"Why is he suddenly like this?!"

 

"Ah, you stupid bastard! What were you thinking, attacking healing mages! Bring him here!"

 

The collapsed student's colleagues quickly lifted their friend and ran over.

 

Thud!

 

"Sorry about that!"

 

"Don't kill him, please!"

 

The students who had thrown their friend, who had collapsed with a pale face, on the ground lightly apologized and ran to participate in the festival again.

 

"Let's leave him for a while and then release the tracheal obstruction."

 

"Okay."

 

When their junior, Wardanaz, who was watching from the side, stood still, the healing magic seniors felt like they had made a mistake.

 

Originally, in such a festival situation, it was half-mandatory to show off one's power.

 

Otherwise, the stupid ones caught up in the festival excitement could even attack the healing mages.

 

However, that was only the circumstances of the healing mages, and it could be a very shocking and terrifying scene for a junior who didn't know well.

 

Why on earth would the healing mages, who had gathered for the noble purpose of treating people, take the initiative to attack?

 

"Um, junior, about that, it might look a bit strange, but..."

 

"Senior, I have a question."

 

"Huh? What is it?"

 

"The magic you just used, can't you use it on all the other students? If you knock them all down, the festival..."

 

For a moment, the seniors felt themselves slightly swayed by the junior's suggestion.

 

"Ah, no, it's a waste of mana."

 

"Oh no..."

 

Yi-Han felt regret.

 

They couldn't attack the people here because of mana limitation.

 

He couldn't be more disappointed that his skills were lacking to share mana.

 

"Ki-kids! Help me!"

 

"Damn it, my hand is broken!"

 

"Get this stone off me!"

 

As the injured began to flock in earnest, there was no time for conversation.

 

Moreover, the injured were much more complicated than before, to the point of being on a different level.

 

Not just simple fractures, but stones tightly stuck to the body (someone must have cast a transformation magic on the stones), or magic backfiring while casting (there was even a senior whose entire waist had turned to stone), the patients showed a variety of 'these are the side effects of failing magic.'

 

Yi-Han helped treat them with a nauseated face.

 

Even if complex magical treatment was impossible, once the seniors finished the emergency treatment, Yi-Han could take over from there.

 

Even that was a great help to them.

 

"Why did this guy try to fuse with the earth spirit?!"

 

"Are there usually this many injuries?"

 

"As you go up to higher grades, the injuries become more extraordinary."

 

Phil shouted as he poured the petrification release potion.

 

Ironically, as magical skills increased, the probability of a mage being seriously injured also increased.

 

If magical skills were very low, even if they failed, there was not enough power to cause injury, but from the moment they reached a certain level, they could kill themselves with a single flick of a finger.

 

"Using magic learned for this kind of thing! Don't you think so?!"

 

"You're right. They are very bad people."

 

At the conversation between Phil and Yi-Han, the student lying down groaned.

 

"To win... the festival... there's no choice..."

 

"That senior doesn't seem to be in pain, should we stop giving him the anesthetic potion?"

 

At Yi-Han's words, the healing magic seniors looked at him as if he were admirable.

 

Even though he was only a 1st-year, he knew well how to handle patients.

 

Rumble rumble!

 

Yi-Han was the first to turn his head at the change in mana felt in the sky.

 

Then a few of the students at the scene turned their heads, and after a while, almost everyone turned their heads.

 

As mana collided and clashed with each other, cracks appeared in space, and a mass of light resembling white light appeared.

 

Anyone could see the ominous inauspiciousness, and Yi-Han asked.

 

"Is someone summoning that to throw stones too?"

 

"Uh... no."

 

"That's... a problem caused by using too much magic."

 

The healing magic seniors spoke in a worried voice.

 

Since magic was basically an act of distorting the natural order, it was not good for many different magics to be cast in a disorderly manner in one space.

 

Just like now, realm cracks occurred due to magic collision.

 

"Cease combat! Cease combat!"

 

"Stop the festival for a moment and intercept anyone who comes out first!"

 

"Stop throwing!"

 

"I was winning! This should be acknowledged as my victory!"

 

"Stop talking nonsense and stand by! If we accidentally let this go, everyone will be punished in the punishment room!"

 

The students stopped the mana they were using for the stone giants or fortresses, gathered in groups of three or five, and stared at the realm crack.

 

If they accidentally summoned a monster from another realm while enjoying the festival and let it go, the aftermath was too horrible to imagine.

 

Perhaps an unprecedented large-scale punishment room event would be held...

 

"Is Wardanaz here?!"

 

When Coholti from the dark magic school ran over, the healing magic seniors were startled.

 

"What's the matter, Senior Coholti?"

 

"Coholti, what's going on? What happened?"

 

"Uh, I heard our school's junior was here..."

 

Coholti, who was looking around, was delighted when his eyes met Yi-Han's.

 

"You were really here!"

 

"How did you know?"

 

"One of the juniors earlier said there was a 1st-year at the healing mages' tent here and got scolded a lot, asking if he had delusions. I thought maybe."

 

Yi-Han felt a little sorry for the unknown senior who got scolded.

 

"Wardanaz, let me ask you a favor. Can you come with me for a moment? I need your help."

 

"Wait, what do you mean?"

 

"Coholti, what do you think you're doing with a student from someone else's school? Even if you're friends."

 

Basically, the sense of camaraderie among students of the same school was strong.

 

Especially for a school like healing magic, which was hard and lacked manpower, even more so.

 

As such, there was no way they would readily allow a junior to be borrowed by another school.

 

However, Coholti also had something to say.

 

"It's also for the dark magic school."

 

"Ah!"

 

When the healing magic students were surprised, Coholti frowned.

 

"Hey. You guys..."

 

"Ah, no, we knew."

 

"We knew. Senior."

 

The healing magic students, who felt sorry when they remembered the treatment the dark magic school usually received, changed the subject.

 

"If the junior is okay with it, we're okay too. But why do you want to take him?"

 

"Uh..."

 

Coholti hesitated and then muttered softly.

 

"To borrow some mana..."

 

"What?"

 

"To borrow some mana..."

 

Swish!

 

All the healing magic students present put on a serious face and drew their staffs, pointing them at Coholti.

 

Coholti had to beg and persuade desperately, almost kneeling.

 

Of course, it was impossible to stop them from looking at Coholti with a trashy gaze.

 

'That trashy bastard, he's not even a senior from now on'

 

'No matter how much mana the junior has, how can he call the junior because he doesn't have his own mana??'

 

'Taking advantage of the junior's kindness. Dark magic is not evil. That guy's heart is evil.'

 

"...Let's go quickly."

 

Coholti was distressed by the sharp gazes pouring from behind.

 

If Yi-Han hadn't helped, he might have been buried there.

 

"Is it that urgent?"

 

"Seeing what's being summoned now, I think we need to prepare in advance to deal with it."

 

The reason Coholti tried to borrow the hand, no, the mana of a 1st-year junior was because the situation was that urgent.

 

As it seemed like something ominous would pop out of the realm crack, they had to prepare strongly.

 

"I have an ancient relic borrowed from a friend, and the undead here is quite powerful. But the problem is that I didn't charge mana regularly, so right now..."

 

"Should I do it?"

 

Coholti couldn't meet Yi-Han's gaze, perhaps out of guilt. But Yi-Han said without much concern.

 

"I'll go and charge it. Don't worry."

 

"Junior...!!"

 

Coholti looked up at Yi-Han, choked up.

 

How on earth did such a junior enter the dark magic school?

 

"Ah. By the way, that..."

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Can you keep today's matter a secret from Direth?"

 

"If, if she finds out, I think I'll become an undead..."