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Infinite Mage Chapter 225: Waiting for the Start of Classes (3)

Chapter 225: Waiting for the Start of Classes (3)

Capital‌⁠​ Bashka.

The⁠​‌ Jerome family was,‍⁠⁠ generation after generation,⁠‍ a lineage of⁠ educators that had‍ produced excellent teachers,‌‍⁠ and it was⁠​​ one of the⁠ families with the‌ greatest prestige in​​‌ the kingdom.

When‍‌ it was asked​⁠‌ who was above‍ the king, the⁠‍ answer that it‍ was the king’s‌ teacher was not​ entirely an incorrect‌⁠ joke.

Even​​‌ by gathering only⁠ the disciples they‍‌‍ had trained, it‌ would be possible⁠‍ to govern an‌⁠ entire country without⁠⁠ problems.

Alpeas,‍ who arrived at‌⁠ the main residence​‌⁠ of the Jerome⁠⁠​ family, walked through‍‍ a corridor built⁠‍ in an old‌‍ style, guided by​‍ the butler.

Although‍⁠‌ they had known​​⁠ each other for⁠‍ 30 years, it‌ was the first‌⁠⁠ time he visited‍ her room.

When‍⁠ the butler opened​‍ the door, a luxurious scene greeted​⁠ him.

The‍ floor was so⁠⁠‍ clean that it⁠ reflected his face,⁠‍‌ and on shelves​‍‌ divided into three‍⁠‍ levels along the‌ walls, there were​​⁠ all kinds of​ antiques.

To⁠ the north, there​⁠ was spread a tiger-skin rug large‍​ enough for ten​⁠ people to lie‌⁠ on it. Given⁠‌‌ her rejection of‌ imitations, it was​‌ surely authentic. However,​‌ it was doubtful⁠‍ that such a large tiger existed‌​ in the world.‍​‌

The⁠ woman was sitting‌⁠ on a sofa​‌ over the tiger‌‌ rug. She was⁠​​ about 50 years​ old, but looked⁠‍ around 30.

Even‌​ now she was‍‌​ beautiful, but in‌‌‍ her youth she​‍​ had been truly​‍‌ stunning. She was⁠‌ so proud and‌ neat that men‌ did not even‍​‌ dare to speak‌‌‍ to her easily.​⁠‌

“If‌‍ you’ve already arrived,‍ close the door‍‌‌ and sit down.​ What are you⁠​‌ doing standing there‍ like an idiot?‌ You’re still just‌ as foolish.”

Alpeas​‍ could not help​‌ but laugh.

Her‍ habit of looking‍‍ down on all‌​ men had not‌‌ changed.

Her⁠‌⁠ clear voice, like⁠​ that of a nightingale, was also‍⁠ the same, making‌‍‍ him feel as‍​‍ if time had‍‍ gone backward.

“No,‌ it’s just that‍‌ I find it‌⁠​ curious. I wondered​​‌ what kind of‍ place you lived‍​‌ in, but it‌​ seems you simply⁠ brought your bad⁠⁠ temper here.”

“You‍​ come to someone⁠⁠‌ else’s house without​‍ notice and on⁠‌ top of that⁠ say nonsense without​‌ shame. How would⁠​‌ someone from the‌ countryside like you‌ understand the value⁠‍‌ of my things?”​‍⁠

The⁠‌⁠ rug was undoubtedly​⁠ of the highest‍ quality. That was⁠⁠‍ why Alpeas deliberately​​ stepped on it‌‍ with his shoes‍‍‍ on.

It⁠ was a whim⁠⁠⁠ he allowed himself‌​​ as the man‍​ who, in the​ past, had made​⁠‍ her, known for‍​ her unmatched pride,‍‍⁠ cling to his⁠ pants begging.

She‌ did not scold⁠⁠ him. But, contrary‌​‍ to expectations, she‍⁠‌ showed an expression⁠ of disbelief.

“What⁠ are you doing​‌‍ now? Ah, whatever.‍ Get to the‍ point.”

Alpeas‍​ smiled mischievously. She⁠​​ was the same​⁠‌ as 30 years⁠​ ago.

Jerome​ Olivia.

A great mage of‌​ second rank officially​‍⁠ certified, and currently‍⁠ an auditor of​​ the council of‍⁠ professors. In addition,⁠⁠‌ four years ago​⁠ she had been‍‌ the director of‌​⁠ the royal magic‍​ academy.

“Get⁠‍‌ to the point?⁠ It’s nothing much.‍‌ Since I didn’t‌‌ receive a response,‌‍ I came personally.”​

“And‌‍⁠ what do you‌ want me to​ do? You caused‌ problems and were⁠⁠​ suspended from the⁠​ teaching staff, and​‌ now you expect​ me to fix‌ it? Director of⁠ a rural magic⁠​ academy? And on⁠‌ top of that⁠‌ a temporary position‌⁠​ of 6 months?”⁠‍

“It’s​​ not necessarily fixed‌ like that. If​⁠ you want to⁠ stay longer, you‍‌ can.”

“Then‍ why? Why would‌​ I have to​⁠ leave this house⁠⁠ and go down‍ to a province?”​

“It​⁠ would be nice​‌⁠ to drink tea⁠‍‌ calmly while we⁠ grow old together.”‌

Olivia​ showed a cold​‍ anger. That made‍⁠ her resemble her‌⁠​ past self even‌ more.

“Aren’t‌​‍ you confusing something?​⁠⁠ That I loved⁠‍​ you was 30‍ years ago. And‍​‍ you haven’t forgotten​​​ how you treated‍‍‌ me, right? Above‌​ all, you are‌⁠‍ no longer attractive.”‍⁠

“Haha!‍ That’s true. But‌ you are still​ beautiful.”

Olivia⁠⁠‍ ground her teeth.‍ That was why‍‍⁠ she hated men.​ Just because she‌‍ once gave him‍‍‍ her heart, they​​ behaved as if‍⁠ they had possessed⁠ everything.

That‌ someone like him,​ who had lost‍‍​ even the position⁠​ of director and‌⁠‌ had nothing to⁠ boast about, smiled​ shamelessly, was repulsive⁠​ to her.

“Who‌‍‍ do you think​ you are to‌‌‍ be so confident?‌‍‍ I am a second-rank certified great⁠ mage and former‌⁠ director of the‌⁠ royal magic academy.​‌​ You are a fourth-rank mage and​⁠‍ director of a rural academy. I earn more money,​⁠⁠ and I also‌‌ receive more respect.‌ Why can someone‍‍ like you, who‍‌ comes to ask‌ for a favor,‌‍‌ behave so shamelessly?”⁠

“Hmm,​‌‍ who knows. Maybe‌ it’s because you​‌‍ like me?”

“You⁠‌ are… an… idiot.”‍

Olivia’s​‍ face turned red.​ Saying such embarrassing⁠​ things at that​​ age had it‍ become ridiculous over⁠ the years? Before,​ he never said⁠​⁠ things like that​​​ so easily.

“I’ll⁠ be honest. I didn’t want you‌‍⁠ to feel sad⁠‍‍ if you saw‌ me in a miserable state after‍‍ so long.”

“Oh,​‍‌ really? Not at​ all. I have​ imagined countless times‌‌ that you would⁠⁠ come to kneel​​‌ before me.”

Alpeas​​‌ showed a bitter‍‍‌ smile. Thinking about‌​⁠ it, she had‍⁠⁠ probably been the​‍​ one who suffered‌‍​ the most.

“Fine.​ If you say​‍ it like that,‍ I’ll ask you‍‍ clearly. Do you‌‌⁠ want me to​ kneel here?”

Olivia​ snorted with disdain.​​​ At this point,​‍‌ whether he knelt​⁠ or not did​‌ not matter.

“What‍‍ are you doing‍​ these days? Did⁠⁠ you lose your⁠​ job? Did you‌‍‍ really go mad‍‌‌ late in life?”‌⁠

“Well…‌‍ I read books,‍⁠ take walks. I also talk about​ this and that⁠‍ with Erina.”

For⁠‌⁠ the first time,‍‍ Olivia’s eyes filled⁠​‌ with surprise.

Alpeas’s‍ first and only‍​​ love. Erina still​ lived in his‌ heart.

‘He⁠‌‌ still can’t forget⁠​ her. What an‌‍‍ idiot.’

After​ losing his wife‍ and wandering for‌​ 10 years, Alpeas​‌‌ returned and, with​‍​ the dream of‌​ becoming a teacher,‍​ became a disciple⁠​ of the young‍​ Olivia. As a genius who had‍ established photon theory,⁠⁠ Olivia taught him‌‍ with affection.

Affection.‍ That was the​‌ problem. She should‌‍ never have accepted⁠‍ as a disciple‍ someone older than‍‌​ her, more talented,‍‍ and above all,⁠​ attractive.

Unable‍‍ to contain the⁠‌​ love growing inside‌ her, Olivia finally​‌‌ confessed her feelings​⁠ to Alpeas.

But⁠​⁠ Alpeas, unable to‌​ forget his wife,‍ rejected her without‌‍‌ hesitation. From that‍ day on, Olivia’s​ life changed completely.‍⁠​ There were many‌​ nights she spent⁠ crying over her⁠‌⁠ wounded pride.

What‍‍⁠ frustrated her the‌​‌ most was the‌‍‍ humiliation of losing‍‍⁠ the man she​‍‍ loved to a woman who no​​‍ longer existed in‌ this world.

The‍‍ burning love of⁠⁠‍ her twenties blinded⁠‍‍ her. And in⁠‍‍ the end, she⁠⁠‍ even damaged Erina’s​​‌ portrait in front‌‌​ of Alpeas’s eyes.​⁠

For‍⁠ the first time,​‍ Olivia felt Alpeas’s‌‌​ killing intent. She‌​‍ clung to his‍‍ pants begging, but‌⁠⁠ from that day‌‍‌ on, he stopped‍ even treating her‍⁠ as a person.​

If‍​ only everything had⁠ ended there. But‌⁠ the Olivia of‍​​ that time was‍⁠ too desperate and​​‍ passionate. She did​‍‌ not have the‍ courage to give​⁠‍ up her first​‍⁠ love.

But‌​ she should have.⁠ That night, going​⁠ to Alpeas’s room⁠​⁠ was the greatest​​‌ mistake of her‌ life.

“Don’t​ get it wrong,‌ Alpeas. I didn’t‌ stay unmarried because‌⁠⁠ of you. It’s​ just that men‍‌‌ are bothersome to‍‌ me.”

“Is⁠ that why you‍‌ collect strange things?⁠ Olivia, there is⁠ no one who‍​ does not desire‌​ love.”

“It‌ is a vulgar​ emotion. If I ever pursued you,⁠ it was out​⁠ of pride. Because‍​ you were obsessed‌‍‌ with a dead⁠⁠​ woman and didn’t​ even pay attention​​ to me.”

“Suddenly…​⁠ I remember that‌‍​ night.”

Olivia’s‍‌ face turned pale.‍

“You‍⁠ came to my‍ room and took​‍ off your clothes…”​‌

“Stop!”​‌‍

Olivia​‍‍ extended her hand​ and shouted. Even‌‍‍ after 30 years,‍‍ she remembered it​ as if it⁠⁠ had been yesterday.​‌‌ It was the‌⁠‌ first and last‍⁠ time she showed‌​​ her naked body‌⁠‌ to a man.⁠

Back​⁠‍ then, she wanted​​ to win Alpeas’s‍⁠⁠ heart no matter‌‌⁠ what. But he‍‌⁠ did not even‍ accept her plea‌‌⁠ to hold her‍‌ just once.

‘Bastard….’‍

Even⁠‍‌ now, just thinking‌‍‌ about it was‍ so painful that⁠⁠ she was on⁠​ the verge of‍​ tears.

Why​​ does he always​‌ have to bring‍ up the most‌⁠ embarrassing moment of‍‍ her life as‌‍ if it were​ something to be⁠​⁠ proud of? Why‌‍ is it always​⁠‌ the woman who‍⁠‌ ends up losing?⁠‌

‘I​ can’t forgive him.‌⁠ I’ll make sure​‍ he regrets it.’‍‍‍

Olivia,‍ having failed to‍ seize the initiative,⁠​⁠ decided to move‍‍ on to the‌‍‍ main topic and‌⁠⁠ picked up the‌‌⁠ document envelope lying‌​⁠ on the sofa.‍‍‌

“Well⁠ then. Let’s see.”​

The​ documents contained information‌⁠‌ about Alpeas Magic‍​ Academy.

“Alpeas‍⁠ Magic Academy. Fourth⁠‌‍ among the five‌​‍ great magic academies.‍​ Eleventh among all‍​‍ specialized academies. For​‍​ an idiot, you’ve‍ climbed quite high.‌ When it was‍ first founded, it⁠ was truly a pitiful spectacle.”

“I‌‌‌ was lucky. There‌ were a lot⁠‌ of good students.”‍⁠

Olivia‌‌ wanted to smack​‌‍ the shameless Alpeas⁠⁠ on the head​⁠ the way she‍ had when she‍​‌ was his teacher.‌

“I’ve‍‍ heard about it.‌‌⁠ There’s a boy​​‌ named Shirone, right?”⁠‌

“Wow,‌‌ you investigated quite​​ thoroughly. Were you⁠ planning to accept⁠‌​ from the beginning?”⁠

“You‍ can think about⁠⁠ that yourself. What⁠ interests me is‍ that the rise‍ only happened at​⁠ the beginning. If⁠⁠ you look only‌ at the results​⁠‍ from the last‍‌⁠ ten years, you’ve‍​‌ barely managed to⁠​⁠ stay among the​ top five.”

“I⁠​ did everything I could to make​‍ sure the students⁠​‌ could learn in‍ a good environment.‌​‍ Isn’t that enough?‌‌‍ The academy’s ranking‌‍‌ isn’t important.”

“Haha!⁠​​ You’re still old-fashioned.”⁠

Olivia‍​ uncrossed her legs‌⁠‌ and leaned forward.​‍‍

“Fine.⁠ Six months. I’ll‌‌​ take charge. I’ll‍‍ turn it into​‌ an academy far⁠‌⁠ more prestigious than​​ it is now.”​⁠

“Oh?‍⁠⁠ That sounds unsettling.‍‌‌ But if you‌‌​ do that, I’ll‍​​ be grateful.”

“But‍​‍ I have one‍‌‍ condition.”

Alpeas⁠‍‌ raised an eyebrow‍⁠​ and smiled. From‌ the start, he⁠​‌ had not expected⁠ her to agree​ without asking for​​ anything in return.‍‌⁠

“There‌‌ are students I taught when I was the headmistress⁠‌ of the Royal⁠ Magic Academy. Have​‍‍ those children transfer⁠‍‍ to your school.⁠‍ Their profiles are‌ here.”

Alpeas​⁠ did not answer‌‍‌ immediately and first‍⁠ picked up the‍‌⁠ profiles.

There‌ were two boys⁠ and one girl,‍​ all seventeen years​⁠ old and all‍‌​ outstanding performers even​ at the Royal‌ Magic Academy, the​ most prestigious academy​​‍ in the kingdom.‍‌⁠

He‌ reviewed the three​⁠ profiles one by​‍​ one, but when‌​ he saw the​⁠⁠ last one, Alpeas’‌‍⁠ eyes widened.

“Dante?‌ Is this the​⁠‌ Dante I know?”‍‌

Olivia​‍‍ covered her mouth​ and laughed.

“Hoho.‍⁠ He’s far too⁠ good a student⁠‌​ for your academy.​ But now I’m⁠‍ the headmistress, so…”‍​⁠

Alpeas​⁠‌ blinked foolishly. He​ had not expected‍‌‍ Olivia to put‌ in this much‌ effort.

Olivia‍‌⁠ pointed at Alpeas‍ and declared,

“I​ will transfer Airhein‍ Dante and two​​ others. That is‌ my condition.”

***‍‍

On​‍ a mountain with⁠⁠ difficult terrain, five⁠ magicians were running​​​ at full speed.​

It⁠ was a young‌⁠‌ group, composed of‌‍ people in their​‌ early to mid-twenties,​ all certified specialists‌‍‍ in their respective‍ fields.

The​ place they were​⁠ about to raid​⁠ was the hideout⁠⁠ of a bandit‌​ group established in‌⁠ a mountain range‍‍⁠ near the capital,‍ a force classified⁠‍​ as Rank B and impossible to⁠ ignore.

Destroying⁠ the band would‌⁠ bring them fame​ and rewards, but⁠​ the reason they⁠‍​ were climbing the‍⁠ mountain today was⁠ different from usual.​

“Why⁠⁠ is it so‌‍​ quiet? Are they‌​ already dead? No​​‍ matter how insolent‍‌​ they are, they’re‌ still children.”

“Bah!⁠ And why should⁠‍‌ we care? We‍ weren’t the ones​‌​ who killed them.‌ You were there‍​ too. Didn’t you‍‍ see how they‍ looked down on​⁠ us? Just because⁠‌⁠ they’re from the‍⁠​ Royal Magic Academy,⁠ they think they’re​‍ everything?”

“Exactly.‌⁠ Even if they’re‍⁠⁠ immature, looking down​‌‌ on active certified​ magicians… Young people​‌‍ these days are⁠‌ far too arrogant.‌⁠ They need a good lesson to‌​‌ come to their​​‍ senses.”

But⁠​‌ when they arrived⁠ at the hideout,‌ it was completely‍‍​ silent, as if⁠⁠ no one were⁠ breathing.

Puzzled,‍ they opened the‍‍ door, and a shocking scene unfolded‌ before them.

All​⁠ forty Rank B bandits were lying‍‍ on the ground.⁠

The​‍ students, seated around‌‍⁠ a round table,​⁠ welcomed them.

“Huh?​ You’re late. We’ve​​ been waiting for​⁠ quite a while.”‍

The​⁠ mercenaries were speechless.‍ They had left‍ only ten minutes‍ later from the​‌ starting point.

In​ that amount of⁠ time, it was​ impossible for students‌‌‌ to annihilate a Rank B bandit‍​ group.

“Who⁠‍⁠ exactly are you​⁠ people?”

“Why​⁠⁠ are you taking​‍​ something so insignificant⁠‌‍ this seriously? How‌⁠ embarrassing for a bunch of adults.​​ Hehe.”

A tall, muscular boy,⁠ unusual for a magician, let out⁠‍​ a laugh.

It‍ was Bonifar Closer,‌​ a student of‌​​ the Royal Magic‍​​ Academy.

He⁠‍‍ had tanned skin,​‌ sharp features, and‍ dark brown hair⁠‌​ slicked back and⁠ spiking up like‌​ a hedgehog’s quills.​​‌

“Haha!⁠​‍ Just a few‌ days ago you​ were talking with⁠​ so much confidence.⁠‌⁠ Don’t tell me‍‌‍ you arrived late‌​​ on purpose because​​‍ you got scared?”‌

A catlike-looking girl, Victor⁠‌‌ Sabina, smiled with‍ her eyes as​​⁠ she mocked the‌‌‍ mercenaries.

She‍ was short for‌‍‌ her age but‍ well-developed, and her​ waist was so​ slim it looked‍‍ as if it‍​ had been tied‌ with a rope.⁠

The​ mercenaries gritted their⁠‌​ teeth. Being defeated‍ by students was​‍‌ a humiliation for⁠ professional magicians.

And​ even worse, if⁠ it became public,​‌ they could be⁠​​ driven out of​ the mercenary world.​

“I​ think it’s time‍‍‌ to admit it,​​ don’t you? We⁠ won.”

Said‍​⁠ Airhein Dante, the‌ origin of this‌‌ entire incident.

He⁠‌ had gray hair⁠​⁠ reminiscent of storm⁠‍ clouds and an⁠‍ appearance that was‍‌‍ both fierce and‌‌‌ intelligent—a handsome man.​

The​ mercenaries lowered their⁠ heads. For an⁠‌⁠ active magician, reputation⁠⁠ and achievements were‍​ the most important‌​ things.

What‍ client would pay​⁠ to hire a magician who lost‌​⁠ to students?

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