Chapter 393 – Mythology Academy
When all the plays he had prepared for Yudi ended perfectly, Seong-il laughed inwardly and began to think of his next plan.
‘While resting in the hospital room… Shall we summon an alter ego and enter the inner plane? Then, in Ophelia’s room, Yudi…’
Tuuk!
“Hmm…?”
Seong-il was lost in other thoughts for a while. When someone touches his shoulder, Seong-il looks around with a puzzled expression.
“Take it.”
“Uh… This?”
While the other two professors are collecting the bodies of the traitors, Professor Aron hands Seong-il a document with something written on it.
“A question about the hearing that will be held the following afternoon.”
“Ah…”
I feel that Holy Day has come. It’s also faster than you think.
As Seong-il holds the data with a nervous expression, Professor Aron pats him on the shoulder and continues talking as if reassuring him.
“Don’t worry. I gave you this data today to prevent undue pressure on you.”
“Hmm…”
“First of all, read the contents and, in your opinion, formulate an answer in the direction of preventing your information from being leaked at the minimum.”
“…Then can I just answer softly?”
“Of course not.”
“?”
After talking as if he would help him, Seong-il looks absurd when Professor Aron changes his words.
Professor Aron, who saw that expression, added words to Seong-il with his characteristic arrogant expression.
“First, write down the minimum details, and come to me in the morning. Then I’ll confirm whether I need to add weight or less weight. If you do that, there will be no problem at the hearing.”
“Oh~”
Seong-il realizes Professor Aron’s intentions. He expresses his sincere thanks.
“Thank you.”
Nod
Aaron only nodded his head instead of answering Seongil’s expression. He turns his head and calls the professors who came with him.
“Professor Anahilo. Let’s begin.”
“All right.”
At Professor Aaron’s words, Professor Anahilo waved his oak wand and projected a lot of mana into the air.
Shortly thereafter, three or four large, distracting earth spirits appear in the hallway.
Ugh!!
And Aaron beckoning to the air at the same time. As expected, soon after, a metal spirit that seemed to be made of steel began to float in the air in front of him.
“That’s…”
“I made a pact with a metal spirit.”
‘That’s why I was able to easily create such a huge spear while fighting the Lord of the Abyss.’
While Seong-il and Aaron chat about spirits lightly, Ahindel installs a magic circle using various reagents.
“It’s over.”
“Hmm.”
As his fellow professors finish all preparations, Aaron looks at his holy day with a tired expression.
“You’ve had a lot of trouble at dawn. First of all, rest here for a while until the commotion subsides.”
“Yes. But… I don’t really need this much help…”
“That’s your idea.”
“…”
“It’s been less than a day since you had a life-and-death fight with the Great Devil. There was even an assassination attempt during that time. You said you were fine, but in fact, there is a possibility that you were extremely mentally tense without your knowledge. It’s big.”
“Hmm…”
“And that tension is like a thread that’s really pulled tight, and once it’s broken, you’re going to be terribly tired.”
‘…I’ve already solved that fatigue by going back to reality.’
However, since he couldn’t boast about it to Aaron, Seong-il shuts his mouth and quietly listens to him.
“…As a senior with more combat experience than you, you should do as I say for now.”
“Yes.”
“By the way…”
“…?”
“I don’t know why they were targeting you.”
“…Iknow, right?”
In fact, through the gameplay, he roughly guessed why they were targeting him, but Seong-il pretends to know nothing.
‘Perhaps, the Watchers sent the scene of me fighting the Lord of the Abyss to Tala, and Tala saw that scene and felt that I used ‘magic’ as a psychic.’
‘Perhaps, thinking that I have the possibility of being a ‘transcendentalist’, he ordered his minions to attempt an assassination attempt on me.’
‘If the ‘transcendentalist’ really appears and the conflict between the psychic and the magician is resolved, the invasion that the foreign gods want to do will become hundreds of times more difficult.’
While they are immersed in other thoughts for a while, the professors take the corpses of the observers and leave the building.
After lightly reassuring her worried Claudia, Seong-il returns to his hospital room and examines the data Professor Aron gave him.
『Hearing Questions.』
1. How does the acceleration magic…
2. Casting…
“Fuck… I saw all of them accurately.”
Probably because the professors who were watching at the time were all people who could be called servants of magic, they picked out the characteristics of the techniques written by Seong-il almost perfectly and sent him a questionnaire.
Seong-il gives me a headache because of it. He ponders how to get through this troublesome situation.
‘Haa… Dozens of eminent professors must have watched my battle situation in detail… I mean, if I tell a stupid lie, I’ll be caught right away…’
Feeling driven to a dead end. No matter how much Seong-il thinks about it, he can’t come up with a way to hide the truth.
“Shit… Since it happened like this, I’ll have to expose the technology. But…”
Seong-il, who begins to put on ‘storytelling’ about the magical abilities he has learned. He decides to state that he secretly received the vision from ‘someone’ whom he cannot tell.
‘I must say that I strictly abide by the secret of my identity to a wizard who dreams of becoming a transcendentalist, and as a psychic, I must say that I received mystical techniques instead of giving them to the test subjects.’
‘What are they going to do with me? It’s not like you can cast mind magic on me…’
‘Let’s pretend that we learned the imprinting magic from a ‘made-up person’ like that… Let’s spit out the truth in everything else. Then even if the professors are suspicious, they won’t be able to say anything to me.’
With the exception of the fictitious character’s story, everything else is true, so Seong-il is confident that the professors will not be able to figure out the truth of his statements.
‘Actually… In the original work, the main character handled questions and answers in the same pattern as me. So it will be fine.’
Seong-il, who has written down his thoughts like that, calmly begins to write down his thoughts on paper.
***
Smart!!
“…Come in.”
“Hello, Professor.”
“Um… What about the body?”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m glad. What’s the matter?”
“Regarding the hearing you gave me yesterday…”
Seong-il talks about the hearing questions that Aaron gave him the day before, and gives him the answers he organized the day before.
“Hmm…”
Professor Aaron looking at the contents. To the contents written very briefly, he answers with a slight frown between his brows.
“…It seems to have been shortened a lot.”
“Aren’t you going to…?”
“Well… It’s not like you’ve committed a crime, and it’s natural for any psychic to have their own secrets. From now on, if you correct a few things with me, there won’t be any big problems.”
“Yes…”
So Seong-il begins to calmly adjust the content under Professor Aron’s guidance.
“Then go.”
“Yes.”
When the content is adjusted, Seong-il and Professor Aron move to the hearing room. When I opened the door to what appeared to be an auditorium and entered, dozens of professors were already seated there.
Buzz buzz.
When Seong-il appears, the hall starts to become noisy. Seong-il feels the tension rising as even the professors he doesn’t normally see are sitting in their seats.
‘Fuck… I should have taken a few days off from reality…’
Extreme psychological stress from pressure. Whether or not he knows how Seongil feels, Aaron silently makes Seongil stand on the podium.
“Uh… How are you?”
Buzz buzz.
When Seong-il appears, the professors look at him with expressions full of strange emotions and start talking to each other. Some even try to get up from their seats by talking to him directly, unable to control their curiosity.
“Quiet!!”
“…”
And Professor Ahindel, who saw that, stopped them by hitting the floor strongly with his cane.
“This is not a place to randomly ask questions! If you do not act as agreed upon in advance and cause unnecessary disturbance, you will be immediately expelled, so be careful with your actions!!”
“…”
The professors flinch at the threat of Ahindel. As if they didn’t want to blow a golden opportunity, they quietly shut their mouths and start obeying his control.
“Now, the first question is from Professor Lowell…”
“Ah, I see.”
An old wizard with an impressive white and plentiful beard. He starts asking questions prepared in advance with a look full of curiosity.
“While fighting the Lord of the Abyss, I saw you use acceleration magic in a unique way.
Interestingly, when you use the haste spell, it feels similar to when you use a scroll or a wand.
However, on the contrary, there were no traces of using any magic tools on your body, and your magic power was “Clearly” Exhausted.
This is a phenomenon that always appears when magic is used ‘on its own’!!
I’ve never seen or heard of a case like this before.
Did you use magic? Or, did he use a magic item with a new mechanism that had never appeared before?
If you used magic… You, a psychic… How did you use magic?”
No matter how urgent it is, the old wizard pours out questions to Seong-il with a rapid-fire cannon. Seong-il catches his breath in response to his question and spits out a prepared answer to him.
“First of all… It’s correct to use magic, not items.”
“What!?”
Buzz buzz!!!
The hall as if it had been hit by a bomb. Whether wizards or psychics, they are in shock and start talking frantically, looking at each other.
Thump!!
“Stop!! Stop!!”
And Professor Ahindel, who warns them by beating their cane. However, unlike his harsh voice, his face was shaking as if he was shocked by Seongil’s words.
“Keep going.”
“First of all… It’s more like casting half the magic. It’s a completely different type of magic from the existing mechanism.
In fact, rather than casting magic, it is more like using a special form of treatment on the body as if it were a scroll.
Because of this… It’s hard to say it’s true magic, and you can think of it as an intermediate form between scroll and magic.”
At Seong-il’s words, many professors put on colorful faces and were lost in thought.
“Um…”
Someone flashes their eyes and comes up with an idea, while someone frowns with an expression of incomprehension. Some even make faces of genuine admiration.
In the meantime, a middle-aged wizard with a neatly trimmed beard raises his hand and continues the question.
“Professor Ahindel. I’m going to run out of my questioning session later, so may I ask an additional question on the current topic?”
“It’s possible.”
When Ahindel agrees, the middle-aged professor immediately looks at the holy day and asks him.
“…Then, where and from whom did you learn the occult? I respect your family’s commercial prowess, but I can’t believe your magical prowess is so great. That doesn’t make sense that you developed it yourself. No. How did you learn the secret arts?”
‘Something to come has come.’
Start with the question that worries you the most. Seong-il calms himself down by memorizing the Taoist scriptures, and then starts answering him with a more peaceful expression.
“…I received it from a genius wizard who cannot reveal his identity. I cannot say anything about his identity because one of the conditions for being taught in the first place is to keep his secrets strictly.”
“Hmm…”
“However, I can tell you with an oath by my magic. I and that wizard have no affiliation with foreign powers.”
“…Is it.”
At Seong-il’s words, the magician puts on an expression that seems to know, and sits down and thinks about something. Another sorceress who saw the situation raised her hand and continued the question in the same form.
“Are you familiar with the theory of the secret art? If so, are you willing to disclose it?”
“Umm… That’s… It’s hard to decide here. I’ll tell you after I talk to the person concerned.”
Buzz buzz!!
When Seong-il thinks that he might share the vision, the hall reacts explosively. However, when no additional questions come out apart from that, Professor Ahindel starts to bring up another agenda.
