Chapter 217: The Hope Of The Future

"Sorcerers?" She wrinkled her nose, "Yes, that is the class, and I suppose the difference between Sorcerers and Warlocks is that the power comes naturally for the former while the latter has to make a pact…" She coughed and waved a hand, "This is best to be discussed on higher year levels, you're only all first years—it's best to understand the history of magic and how one can learn it. All of you are here because you can learn magic by yourselves, and that is much safer than making a pact with any other entity."

"I see," Han scratched the back of his head. The eldritch energy ray was out of the question then? Not that Han would like to make a pact with the Chut… but it had been one of his options. That might have been a way to ultimate power, excluding all the connotations with the eldritch being.

"Alright, please read the following pages and answer these following questions," She then listed questions in regards to the earlier chapters. Questions that were a little more historical and profound than his own ones. When the lessons ended for High Mage Pierce... Han was left a little more knowledgeable and yet still a bit confused.

The Psion class was never mentioned, but he thought it would fall along with the classifications of Mages or something. They discussed Mages, Archmages, and others that used magic in different kinds of ways be it through innate power, studying the mystical arts, or making a pact. She even discussed the Summoner class but not the Psion?

It wasn't like he had innate magic either, but he thought that Psion might have fallen along with it…? It did seem like the kind of Class that didn't require much mana but could still perform feats resembling magic?

"We're going to be late for the next class," Timothy muttered.

Han scrunched up his nose, "It's Basic Magical Combat, we're not going to get in—did you learn any magical combat spell while I was gone?"

"No… but perhaps we might catch him when he's in a good mood and let us in? We could try to learn by looking at how the other Students do it."

He raised his brow, "Then we can learn from Ellynn—wait, she already left?"

"So has Miss Penelope and her brother." Timothy shook his head, "Let's go."

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Naturally, when the two arrived in the courtyard, the intended classroom for the lessons, the two were met with very much the same situation. Everyone's eyes were on them. Professor Howard Carnus the Battle Mage looked down on the two young men with narrowed eyes, "Do you know how many meetings the two of you have missed?"

"Uh…"

"It's been approximately four days since the two of you have arrived here, and you failed each day—and one of them had been the RankingTest." He rubbed the edges of his mustache, arching his brow at them, "I do not understand how either of you was allowed to enroll at this point of time, and I was vehemently against it, especially when I learned of your Classes… or lack thereof.."

Han took note of the information, even as he protested, "It wasn't out fau—"

"It wasn't your fault that the two of you entered this Academy with nothing but the shirts off your back?"

"That's…"

"The two of you are shameless enough to come all the way here and beg for entrance." The Battle Mage scoffed, "That obstacle course test has proven absolutely—"

"Absolutely what, Professor Carnus?" A sudden presence arrived in the courtyard. It was someone that seemed to resemble and come out of darkness and shadows despite the brightness during the day. It had come from the door.

Everybody looked in the direction,and there stood the Headmaster of Kraelonia Academy.

'It's about time that you arrived,' Han wanted to say that to the man—especially if it seems like the direction of the conversation would turn out into their favor—but it was pretentious to think of that. But nevertheless, this might just be their only hope.

"Headmaster, you must understand that the test was nothing but—"

The old man raised a brow at him, "Did they not come here to learn?" Compared to High Mage Pierce that looked like a kind grandma who'd feed you cookies while reciting history that you didn't enjoy, the Headmaster was the grandfather you didn't want to mess with unless you wanted to cry as a grown man.

Even the Battle Mage was now stumbling through his own words, "Yes, they have, but before they are to enroll, they must at least be Level—"

"Do you have any troubles in teaching the basics of basic combat spells, Professor Carnus?" The Headmaster asked the man and looked directly into his eyes, "It is true that they are not standard Students, they have come here under different terms, but the Academy has accepted them regardless of your own personal feelings. Thus it is your responsibility to teach them, but do you think it's beneath your level?"

"Well, it is a little affronting—"

"Ah, you much prefer to be sent out into the battlefields than to teach here, is that it?"

The so-called Battle Mage froze for a moment. It was as if he had been paralyzed in place, and that was despite the eyes of several Students watching this entire affair happen. He coughed, "Headmaster, can we not speak about this in your office—"

"Ah, would you like to fill out the form of resignation?" A small smile formed on the Headmaster's lips, "Very well, I think the army is still in need of enlistment after the incidents with the Colossal Wyvern and its flock. They have much need for you, Battle Mage."

"... and yet what about these promising young men and women here to learn?" The Professor ran his fingers through his wiry mustache, shaking his head. "I am but one Mage, and yet these Students are our future. I cannot simply abandon them."