The dormitory was called Ssangryongjeon (雙龍殿).
It is said that the name was given because two identical dragons each wrapped around the twin towers.
The tower on the left is [True].
The tower on the right is [Lee].
The allocation of dormitories was primarily divided according to songbun. Nobles go to [Jin], commoners go to [Li].
In the past, it was in the form of mixing at random, but it is said that it was divided like this because conflicts occurred frequently.
Next, it is divided according to grades and grade. It was a simple structure in which the higher the grade and the higher the entrance exam score, the higher the floor.
“What floor are you on?”
“It must be the top floor among the first graders.”
Christa went up the stairs, raising her chin excitedly and timidly. Gertrude gave a light bow and followed suit. Lanes assigned to the lowest floor as additional test entrants did not have to climb the stairs.
“Look at that, it’s the first floor.”
“The eldest son of the Ludwig family.”
“Ha, nothing. Hey, I don’t know why Gongja-nim took the extra test, but if he had done it on time, he would have been in the room next to Christa Warden.”
“Who believes that? If I really had the skills to do that, I would have hit it on time.”
The voices of the commoner students who had been peeking inside could be heard.
Would a normal aristocrat get angry?
But Lane didn’t want to, and didn’t feel the need. Because Rin was used to this kind of treatment in her life.
I brought the student ID and dragon ring I had received from the dormitory supervisor to the door. A magic square rose brilliantly on the surface of the door and resonated with the ring.
The magic square rotated like a sawtooth, and soon, with a click, the bolt in room 107 was unlocked and the door opened.
‘The dormitory is a single room… … .’
Some rooms have double rooms, but it is said that descendants of Sega are assigned single rooms. Desks, couches, bookshelves, magic tools for lighting, and other facilities necessary for study were perfectly equipped.
“Ha, what kind of magic tower experience is this… … .”
The Mage Tower is the home of each school, and is the so-called Tower of Wizards.
They are usually built in nature far away from the city to get away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and the same was true of Rin’s location.
It’s fun. I wonder if it’s to quickly adapt to life in the Mage Tower later… … .
‘I used to only focus on studying magic in a small room like this in the past.’
Thinking of the mage tower of the Osarius School, the home of my soul, filled me with uncontrollable sadness, and I quickly shook my head to drive away the memories.
– Lin, can you promise me?
As I lay down on the feather-stuffed bed and reached for the magic tool on the ceiling, a shadow fell on my face.
It is a long white finger.
The hand of an aristocrat who has never suffered in life. A hand I never could have imagined when I was Rin, a first day at university I could never have imagined when I was Rin.
‘I still can’t believe it.’
The first day’s class was fun, but nothing useful. what should i learn It might have been better to just break into the Imperial Palace and search for Rin’s body.
The problem was Lane’s identity and ability.
It wouldn’t be easy for her family to collapse if she did something like that, and above all, she didn’t have enough ability to do so.
‘It seems that my physical talent is definitely less than when I was Rin… … .’
A magic square was born on the palm of my hand and burned like a flame. one, one, another. A total of three layers of magic squares rotate in harmony.
The moment the fourth magic square was about to be added, a tingling pain arose in the shoulder blade where the main body was located, and the magic square dispersed into fog and disappeared.
‘I still can’t use 4-star magic because I don’t have enough mana… … Hmm.’
I’ll have to find a way to faithfully follow the school curriculum and do my magic training.
─Good food.
Just then, I heard the flapping of wings through the wide open window. I looked up and saw an owl perched on the window sill.
“owl?”
Wizards used owls as a means of communication, the only bird that had the ability to transmit magical power.
A neck frame the size of his own was hanging from his feet.
I wondered who sent it, so I picked up the neck and tried to check it, but the owl flew outside.
[Rain Ludwig, cadet of the 1388th class of Deliten.]
The name of the sender was not written, only the name of the recipient was written on it. Are you the father?
“what?”
Inside the box were two books.
The larger one was neatly bound, probably because it was newly bound, while the smaller one was horribly corroded because the leather binding was worn out, and pieces of leather fell off.
My heart started beating like crazy. Breathing became rough, and cold sweat formed on his forehead.
『The Life and Achievements of Archmage Rin.』
The bigger problem was not the new book on the cover, but the old book. Even without opening the bookshelf, Lane knew what it was.
This is Rin’s diary.
Not Lane, Lin.
A diary of a past life, not a present life.
A diary that he always carried with him during the 5-year expedition and recorded the magic he devised and the magic he found in other regions. And at the last moment, I entrusted it to Rista… … .
“What is it, who is it?”
By the time I muttered blankly and ran to the window to look out, the owl had already disappeared.
* * *
In addition to educational facilities and dormitories, ＜Delaiten＞ provided magic training facilities to students. In order to properly train magic, a facility with cutting-edge magic engineering was essential.
For example, if you don’t have a magic tool with [Shock Nullification Magic], how can you use your own magic to its maximum power?
Or imagine that there is no magic tool that activates the [magic target]. How could he train to raise the precision of magic attacks?
“We have 30 seconds left until our goal.”
The name of that place is Battle Dragon Field.
This attractive, state-of-the-art facility attracts second and third year cadets rushing in during peak hours after dinner.
That’s why it’s common for newcomers who are still afraid of seniors to avoid this place during peak hours, but there are always exceptions.
There were two freshmen who proudly visited this place from the beginning of the semester, regardless of the uncomfortable gazes of their seniors.
“25 seconds.”
Gertrude Panton, a girl with classic braided hair. The girl stared at the stopwatch and reminded me of the time in 5-second increments. To Christa Warden, who was standing in the magic arena sweating profusely.
Around her, five sand soldiers stood up, ferociously jabbing spears at moving battle targets.
This was magic training, and at the same time, it was training to control multiple summoned beasts at the same time, forging the warden family’s lineage limits.
“Twenty seconds.”
Gertrude was a daughter of Christa’s subordinate family. I have always watched her since I was young.
This genius who has an infinite passion for learning and strives endlessly. Everyone called her a genius, but… … In Gertrude’s eyes, Christa was just a delicate swan.
In order to look like that, several times more than others, I struggled to stir my feet under the water and stir again. Always repeating such painful training.
“Fifteen seconds. What happened today?”
“what.”
“Ten seconds. I think the young lady is more excited than usual.”
“what?”
“Five seconds. Is it because you met Prince Rain? I wonder what happened between you two.”
Contrary to Gertrude’s expectations, Christa calmly annihilated all of her targets in the last 5 seconds. And when I turned my head, the sand soldiers who were spearing meticulously grabbed the spears.
“Day? What happened?”
Gertrude playfully covered her mouth with one hand and laughed wickedly.
“no. I was walking around the gift section in front of the store earlier… … Why did you do that? Confucius Rain is the only male student involved today, but I wonder if something happened to him.”
“Oh, is that?”
Christa, who turned her head 500 times faster than usual for an instant, pretended to be calm and replied.
“To give you.”
“miss… … .”
At that, Gertrude’s eyes were filled with emotion. Grabbing Gertrude by the head to stop him rushing into his arms, he sighed.
“It’s okay, you stop stalking me.”
“I can’t do that. I am your confidant, I must be with you anytime, anywhere.”
“Eh. Let’s not talk.”
Although I was taken aback by Christa’s cold reaction, I still had deep doubts in my heart.
Well, if the lady gave me a cookie as a gift, it means that Lane Ludwig helped me tremendously in the magic test. Is that possible?
Just like when we met at the Sega conference when we were young, Lane Ludwig… … what?
‘It’s strange.’
I guess it wasn’t the same atmosphere as it is now when you were younger?
* * *
The 4th floor of the Li dormitory was the top floor among the floors assigned to first-year students. The second floor above was used by the second graders, and the last floor was used by the third graders.
“Oh, there comes the C grade loser.”
Those who sat in the resting room on the 4th floor with their respective postures—someone reading a magic book, someone meditating on magic—raised their heads.
“Don’t mess around, Logan. Then you can really get behind it.”
The male student who caught their attention was Hubert, who is at the center of today’s topic. The late exponent of the Eight Great Schools and the Rofinum School.
Logan, a muscular male student who was fearlessly sarcastic towards such a late Jisoo, chewed gum and crossed his legs.
“Calm down, man. I was so scared I almost peed. If someone didn’t get a C grade today, they would be really bored.”
Logan said playfully, but his eyes weren’t smiling.
Logan, with short hair, took off his school uniform cape and showed off his body, and healthy beauty radiated from his strong, sun-tanned muscles.
This clearly proved that he was the home of wing-type magicians who strengthened his body and engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and was the late exponent of the Tchaihak School.
“Even Christa, that b*tch wore a sandbag, but she said it was an S grade.”
“A sandbag?”
“You said you were paired with the genius Confucius. you don’t know either how is he Are you really incompetent? Are you pathetic? Still not like you, right?”
“Are you going to try it now?”
“If you want.”
As the two people’s mana became entangled in the air, something like a haze shimmered in the air, and lightning flashed from time to time.
“Don’t make a fuss in the dorm. Are you the only ones using the 4th floor?”
There was a voice that stopped such a childish fight.
It was a beauty with long red hair that burned fiercely like flames with emotionless gray eyes like the ashes left after burning everything.
“Oh, Lily, no. I didn’t mean to cause a fuss. I was just joking around.”
Feeling his heart beat lightly, Logan smiled lightly.
All three of them were late exponents of the Eight Great Schools, but Lillian was a different being. A face as beautiful as a sculpture was only a secondary factor.
Whenever we met at the conference, he would attract the attention of many wizards at once. Not with looks, but with ridiculous skills.
“I was thinking of coming up with a strategy on how to defeat Christa and the genius Confucius, but would you like to join Lily?”
“Because you’ve been playing meaningless jokes since the old days, your achievements aren’t increasing. I don’t know if it’s Christa, but what do you gain from bullying the weak?”
“This was a joke too.”
Despite Lillian’s insults, Logan smiled brightly. Seeing that, Hubert snorted.
“They are mine. If you touch it carelessly, I will grind your face first, Logan.”
“How are you?”
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Hubert withdrew the menacing mana he had been pouring out, clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then entered his room and closed the door roughly.
“This sh*t… … .”
Then, by punching the wall with his fist, he calmed down his violently exasperated breathing.
‘Lane Ludwig, what did that genius son of Confucius do? No matter how great Christa is, she couldn’t have done it in two minutes… … .’
But it was so strange, I caught a cadet from the ＜Ribarden＞ magic school and asked him. Then the guy told the ridiculous saga of Lane Ludwig.
– Les, Prince Lane taught better than most professors! Easy for anyone to understand! That’s why it was so popular!
– what?
– As evidence of that, Principal Scalge just took you with you every day? I was a teaching assistant for 3 years!
You said that you served as an assistant for the former Mage Castle for 3 years?
It was not a position that could be left to a blood relative to give him a career. Because I need to be able to solve various magic formulas for my students.
It was an incredibly hard story. He must be so, how incompetent the Eight Great Schools call him a genius Confucius.
It’s a disaster that heaven has sent down on the Ludwig family… … .
But what were those eyes of the guy I saw last time? I don’t want to admit it, but I instinctively felt something like fear… … .
‘If that’s true, then what the hell is it? Why are there no ranks?’