Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy -
Chapter 772
Shock. Silence.
Diret understood the shock the junior had just suffered well enough, so Diret waited for Lee Han to recover from it.
“…H-how does that even make sense?”
“Which part? Fifth-year White Tiger Tower? Or zero schools?”
“None of it makes sense… If someone keeps failing, how can that person still move up to fifth year?”
The common joke low-year students at Einroguard liked to make—If I keep failing, am I going to wind up in fifth year?—was very different from reality.
Einroguard was not the kind, gentle place that would promote someone just because that person had failed.
If you failed, the place you usually went was the punishment cells.
If you stayed in the punishment cells instead of going outside during break, most failures got resolved one way or another.
For students aiming to graduate in their fourth year, even that was not enough, but that was a graduation issue. Normally, fail -> punishment cells -> overcome it was the standard route.
But this person had not only kept going while still failing, but had somehow made it all the way to fifth year?
“Well, first of all, that bastard from House Jahan… spent every break in the punishment cells.”
“……”
A chill ran down Lee Han’s spine.
To think someone had never gone outside even once and had been trapped inside Einroguard ever since enrolling.
That was enough hardship to turn even a normal person into a monster like the Skull Principal.
“I-isn’t that too cruel?”
“This sort of thing happens in Einroguard, Junior. I tried teaching Caten, of course. So did Princess Yukbeltire, and even the professors…”
Without realizing it, Lee Han swallowed.
This felt even more nerve-racking than meeting one of the Skull Principal’s insane duplicates.
“…and they failed. Caten genuinely couldn’t understand the calculations and laws magic required. It was like numbers themselves had cursed Caten.”
“I-I see.”
Lee Han nodded.
Magic was an advanced discipline that fundamentally required you to sense mana, move it, calculate in your head, and concentrate. It was not something you could do on instinct alone.
You might get lucky and pick up a few spells, but you could not go any farther than that.
If Caten of House Jahan really was, as Diret said, someone cursed by numbers, then a continuous string of failures was not surprising.
“Wait. Then how did Caten become a fifth-year?”
“Because Caten was outstanding at swordsmanship.”
Not just compared to students in the same year, but even compared with upperclassmen in the White Tiger Tower, Caten’s swordsmanship did not lose out.
Caten could produce aura through mana, use all kinds of secret sword techniques, and somehow make up for lacking magic that way.
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