Chapter 46
That night.
Though lights-out had passed, the first-year dormitory was still dotted with lit rooms.
Candidates with late-night passes were exempt from the curfew.
Eddie and Marcel’s room was lit for the sa reason.
But only Eddie was inside.
Marcel was at the library, working on his speech.
Thanks to that, Eddie, for the first ti since enrolling, freely used magic in the room.
Humm- Snap-!
Eddie grabbed the Clode he summoned and hung it around his neck, channeling mana.
The mana essence of one mage within Clode responded.
Humm- Humm-
The responding essence belonged to Macloren Hartz, his disciple, a master of summoning.
Eddie’s eyes began to glow green.
He wasn’t using Macloren’s mana but his summoning technique.
Even with Clode, using a summoner’s complex power required imnse focus.
Flash-!
A brilliant green light glead in his eyes.
Mana circuits of the sa hue shimred on his skin.
Eddie drew a small summoning circle with his fingertip.
Whoosh- Flicker-
From the completed circle, a ‘Fla of Summoning’ appeared, revealing a tiny summon.
It was the kitten Fury, the sa summon Brenda handled.
“Grr- Grr-”
As Eddie scratched its neck, the kitten purred happily, rolling over.
A small piece of paper tied to its body beca visible.
Eddie untied it to read the letter.
The kitten rolled on his hand a few more tis before vanishing in a green glow.
The letter detailed Brenda and Rick’s investigation into major family students, as Eddie had instructed.
His eyes quickly scanned the nas.
Dalton Kirhausen’s information stood out.
After a thorough read, Eddie’s assessnt was concise.
“…A prodigy.”
Top of his class since enrollnt.
Never missing a year as class president or top student.
He even beca student council president with an overwhelming vote margin.
His magical talent was exceptional, with a dazzling record of competition awards—a complete talent.
“Must be as irritating to Furas as Leodimir.”
Originally, Timus Kirhausen, Ivan’s eldest son, was to be the current head of Kirhausen.
But for so reason, Ivan changed the successor to his youngest, Furas, before his death, relegating Timus to a collateral branch.
And Dalton was Timus’s eldest son.
‘With Marcel’s mana faltering, Dalton’s brilliance makes him a significant threat.’
Despite his fa, Dalton was shrouded in mystery.
Rick and Brenda’s information on him was superficial, indicating how carefully he hid his true self.
The only notable detail was that he wasn’t particularly close with his sister, Aisa. And—
“He’s skilled in Muglin martial arts…?”
Eddie furrowed his brow at the unexpected information.
Muglin, a close-combat technique of a now-extinct prominent knight family.
Rick, who taught Dalton swordsmanship, discovered his proficiency in the long-lost art.
Though outdated, Rick’s report was confident.
[During sparring, he briefly showed it unconsciously, but it was unmistakably Muglin martial arts. It seed highly practiced, even recently.]
“Hmm…”
Eddie sank into thought.
Connecting Dalton to Muglin was difficult for now.
But it was valuable information.
That was all on Dalton.
‘He doesn’t make moves that reveal his intentions.’
It was unfortunate, but unavoidable.
For now, he wasn’t a direct obstacle, so Eddie would keep watching.
He quickly skimd information on Aisa and other major family heirs.
morizing it all, Eddie burned the letter.
Whoosh-
“The dynamics are getting interesting. There are useful talents too.”
He muttered, watching the flas scatter into the air.
Sitting at the desk, he pulled out a handout from earlier.
[Candidate eting Application]
He wrote without hesitation.
‘I’ll use every candidate benefit, as the young master ordered.’
With a aningful smile, Eddie wrote ‘Fred Arno’ as the professor for the eting.
***
Normally, a student requesting a eting with a professor waited three to four days, sotis a week.
Everyone wanted mid-level or senior professors with influence, causing delays.
Even the candidate’s priority eting privilege couldn’t bypass this queue.
Dozens of candidates had the sa idea.
For instance, Vice-Dean Carla Sinclair received about 30 eting requests, combining her usual load with the election.
Quick etings were a pipe dream.
“The election’s in less than a week, and we have to wait a week for a eting? Absurd.”
“She’s the vice-dean. She’s probably doing nothing but candidate etings outside lecture hours.”
“I wanted to make an impression with her.”
Eddie was an exception.
He strolled through the campus, passing grumbling students.
He headed to Fred’s office, holding a eting approval copy received in half a day.
Knock-knock-knock-
“Co in.”
Eddie entered Fred’s office with a polite knock.
Fred, dressed sharper than usual, and a tidy office greeted him.
Eddie teased, “First ti seeing you so dressed up, Professor.”
“Haha, it’s my first student eting since becoming a professor, so I put in so effort.”
Fred scratched his head sheepishly at Eddie’s remark.
His usually unkempt long hair was neatly tied today.
Eddie chuckled, recalling Leodimir’s usual disheveled state.
“Leo could use so of that effort.”
He sat across from Fred.
With prying eyes possible, he got to the point quickly.
“Has the sparring test for the midterm been approved?”
“Yes, so senior professors were displeased, but there was no major opposition.”
“Those old-tirs haven’t changed. Jealous that students spend more ti on a younger professor’s test.”
“Thanks to Professor Showman, it passed smoothly.”
“At least they have so sha. They demoted Showman to a ridiculously small course despite his seniority.”
“Yes. But… the midterm’s on track, but what happened with the election?”
Fred pointed to Eddie’s eting application on his desk.
That morning, Fred had been puzzled by Eddie’s request.
For attendants, the priority eting privilege was aningless paper.
Their benefits were solely for their masters, and Marcel wouldn’t have ordered a eting with a commoner professor like Fred.
Sothing had changed for Eddie.
Eddie propped his chin, giving a wry smile.
“Marcel’s trying to kick out of the family. My provocations didn’t just bruise his pride.”
“Hmm… Then he really doesn’t know about Well and Deer. Thinking he can get you expelled like this.”
“Yeah. Honestly, it’s a bit disappointing. He should know those incidents were for his growth, even if they hurt his pride.”
“He’s still a child, despite being Kirhausen’s next head.”
Coldly speaking, it was a minor inconvenience.
Fred’s expression held no tension, asking for a counterasure.
But Eddie’s next words shifted the mood.
“Since I’m caught in his childishness, I’ll use this situation fully.”
“Use it…?”
“I’ll actually join the class presidency.”
“What?!”
Fred blinked in shock.
“…I don’t fully understand. It’ll restrict your movents and draw attention, increasing the risk of exposing your identity…”
Fred tried to dissuade him, his voice concerned.
But the great mage from a past life, who faced challenges head-on, was already brimming with confidence.
“You’re right. But think of it as a huge opportunity.”
“How so…?”
“First, publicizing my rift with Marcel can hasten a confrontation with Sylvia.”
“…Wow.”
“Second, it’s a chance to utilize the academy’s talents faster. The risk is worth it.”
High risk, high return.
Fred nodded, finally understanding.
He was also in awe.
Turning a crisis into an opportunity and rging it with another plan was remarkable.
“I see. Timus Kirhausen’s sons will indeed be a path to tackle the current Kirhausen.”
“…”
Eddie nodded subtly at Fred’s admiration.
In truth, the talents Eddie aid to use weren’t just the Kirhausens.
But since Fred seed unaware, Eddie stayed cautious.
It was a heavy secret.
‘Fred not knowing ans Leo’s still keeping quiet. It’s better to inform the second-generation mages later.’
To avoid awkwardness, Eddie detailed his election strategy.
Fred couldn’t stop marveling at the airtight plan.
“If it goes as planned, you’ll have a solid foundation to use the academy deeply. But you’ll no longer be an ordinary attendant… Are you okay with that?”
The final concern was Eddie’s safety.
Could he handle the label of ‘Kirhausen’s uncontrolled attendant’?
Eddie paused briefly before continuing calmly.
“I’m already not an ordinary attendant. The ti for moving in the shadows is over. For aningful results, I must take risks and step forward.”
“True, but… the current Kirhausen might react harshly. If they sense sothing off, they’ll try to cut you off, even as a valuable mana source.”
“Exactly. That’s why I asked you to track prominent families’ movents.”
“Ah…”
“Once Eddie Sumrson’s na spreads, Kirhausen won’t dare remove recklessly.”
“…Wise words.”
Fred’s eyes filled with awe.
He marveled again at Eddie’s foresight, seeing steps ahead.
A great mage wasn’t just about magic.
Eddie, as a master, taught his still-growing grand-disciple.
“The academy isn’t just a place for kids. It’s a microcosm of the magical world, connected to their families. It’d be better to execute plans outside, but since we’re here, we’ll catch multiple rabbits at once.”
“You’re right. I’ll proceed as you say.”
Fred showed even stronger resolve.
Eddie’s gaze softened briefly, touched and apologetic for Fred’s sincerity.
“You likely know, but following ans no advancent in the magical world. It’s too late to turn back.”
“I knew that 12 years ago when I wrote my na in Palades’ roster. Everyone remaining feels the sa.”
“You’ll think yourself foolish at tis.”
“The most foolish one saying that is quite convincing.”
“Fair point.”
Eddie chuckled.
He had no counterargunt.
“The academy’s atmosphere will get lively after this election. A commoner standing out among high nobles… It’ll be a big wave in decades.”
“The magical world’s as stagnant as this place. But I won’t be the only commoner standing out.”
“What?”
As the plan reached its final stage, Eddie shared the rest with the puzzled Fred, thinking of one student.
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