The paper is made of the finest parchment from Loristed, and the pen is made from the feathers of Hafendal's falconry. The most important ingredient, ink, is made by grinding a fine powder from precious soul-possessed soul stones and adding it with the blood of frost wraiths.

Together, these three are worth about a hundred septin, but their combined product is at least three times more valuable.

"Zag is not going to fail this time. Zag will definitely be able to make it. ”

In front of the enchantment table, the tiger wizard cautiously lifted the quill after giving himself enough breath, and the dark purple crystal liquid flowed on the tip of the pen, shining like crystal.

He writes scrolls for his own spells.

Unfortunately, he's failed thirty times, and now it's the thirty-first.

'If you fail this time, you'll go buy more advanced materials!' Zag thought to himself. It's a rare day to meet some bastard who isn't in the academy. No one would come and bother him to study spells, how could it be wasted like this!

That dead girl, I wish she had been under Sattar for ten years!, no, twenty years! The thought of some split-chilling creature tickled Zag's teeth. From her apprenticeship onwards, she was only a nuisance. There are no big things, small things are constant, but the qualifications are surprisingly good, so that the professors of the college turn a blind eye to her.

But her classmates were miserable. Beleria had been a goat for a whole month because of an 'accidental' spell that had gone out of control, Angmond's staff had been changed twenty-six in a year, and even his family heirloom amulets had to be mortgaged in exchange for tuition, as for Zag...... He's already thinking about moving to the Restoration Department - it's not promising, but at least he'll save money on medical bills!

Now it's rare that a certain bastard has been dragged by a visiting professor to Sattar to survey the ruins, and it is estimated that he will not be able to return for ten days and a half. How can such a rare opportunity be passed away!?

Even if you can only nibble dry bread next month, Zag will admit it!

He then gathered his mind and channeled his mana to the quill, until the tip of the pen shone brightly.

Delicate and intricate combinations of runes gradually appeared on the flat parchment with the dexterous dancing wrists of the tiger people. The ingenious ring structure is nested and formed, and the magic contained in it gradually tends to stabilize, and a slightly reddish soft light appears on the crystal font.

Mysteries, runes, strange and powerful magical energy gradually solidify and take shape, this is the art of arcane! Zag was so engrossed in it, he was so serious that he didn't notice that the protective barrier on the oak door behind him was rapidly fading away.

Poor Zag......

The mutilated rune combination gradually became complete, and a long-lost sense of relief rose from the bottom of Zag's heart. This time the writing was unexpectedly smooth—he immediately suppressed his joyful feelings and concentrated all his energy on the tip of the pen.

‘…… Just tick the last few runes......

With a thud, a hand slapped heavily on Zag's shoulder, "Do you miss me~My lovely Zag-classmate~~~!"

'Boom Boom !!!'

Loud explosions rose with thick smoke. A flock of pigeons lying on top of the academy fluttered their wings in horror and flew up. Then, the entire academy heard the roar of the tiger wizard.

"Zag hates you, Martha, get out of Zag's real room!!"

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Martha tiptoed and walked with small steps towards the central tower.

Just now, the angry Tigerman Wizard threw a dozen fireballs at her in one go. Although they were all safely protected by Martha's stagnant barrier, there was always a little bit of scattered magical energy that had a slight effect. That included the heels of her riding boots on her feet.

It's a pity for these calfskin shoes. Martha frowned at the thought, she couldn't understand why just saying hello would cause such a big reaction from Zag.

[Even if I'm scared, I won't greet me with a big fireball, it's still twelve in a row.] Did Zag knock Skuma? Maybe he knocked a mana potion? But the first thing he did when he came back from the hellish place of Sattar was to catch up with his friends. Although it may be my fault that the barrier on his door was removed, hasn't the academy always asked us to study the barrier more often?]

[This is my friend?]

Martha was dissatisfied. The awkward touch from under her feet also made her feel more and more bored - she simply took off the boots on her feet and threw them aside.

It seems that she has completely forgotten about the runaway spell scroll.

[I don't know where Beleria has gone, I can't see a shadow in the Hall of Faces, is she going to study a new spell? But speaking of which, the last time she turned into a goat, it felt really good~ It would be even better if she turned into a rabbit next time~ Rabbits are not allowed in the academy!]

Thinking of the pleasant memories of the past, Martha's mood couldn't help but improve by two points. A pair of bright eyes narrowed, and the pale golden eyebrows were slightly raised.

But she soon became depressed again.

[It's really incomprehensible.] Several of them have been very busy lately, and they apply to go out on training missions whenever they have time. It's strange, I remember they weren't so diligent before, especially Angmond, who was eager to stick to the real platform when he was an apprentice. And now I don't see anyone for at least ten months of the year!]

[Do they hate it...... In the days of school?, won't I have to find my juniors to relieve my loneliness in the future?]

Martha glanced to both sides, and she didn't know what was going on, but the academy square, which was originally indispensable for apprentices who practiced spells even in the most deserted season, was now empty, and she could hear the hollow echo of the cold wind blowing!

Martha shook her head disapprovingly—they were probably drawn to Zag's explosion.

Well, now she remembered that exploding spell scroll...... Hmm, I guess I just remembered the explosion.

………………

The door to the Arcane Hall was unceremoniously pushed open, and a barefoot Martha swaggered over to Ulrag, the head of the Orc Library, and then found a place to sit down.

"All right, sir. What are you looking for from me? I've just had a fight with a whole bunch of ghouls in Sattar, and I'm dying of exhaustion. She looked at the empty library, where most of the shelves shimmered faintly on the surface—a sign of the opening of the protective barrier.

[Could it be that the Arcane Hall is going to be cleaned up again?] 】

The old orc frowned, and then said dissatisfiedly, "Don't look around, Martha. I have called you here this time for an important task. ”

"Yes, yes~" Martha nodded perfunctorily, her eyes glancing around: "If you have any trouble, just say it, I'm the best student in Wintercastle, and I'll help you solve it all." ”

"You're going to the fortress of Figoro, there's evidence. Some of the treasured information that had been passed down from the Academy was in the possession of a small group of wizards in the area, and they were of extraordinary significance to the Academy's study of the strange orb in the sattar. Your task is to bring the data back in good condition. ”

"Oh. Martha said indifferently, "Is this the case? However, I won't do it without a reward. ”

"If you bring that stuff back, you can pick any ten books from here and take it with you. ”

"Even those forbidden spell books?" Martha's eyes widened, and the anticipation in them almost overflowed.

"As long as it's not necromancy. ”

"Chirp~" Martha whistled briskly, then jumped up from her chair.

"Get all the most powerful destruction spell books ready, and I'll be back soon. She lifted her feet and ran out the door. It seems that he is too lazy to change his shoes.

"Be careful, the leader of that Order used to study in Wintercastle. She should be considered your senior. If you can, it's best not to get into a conflict with her. ”

"Anla, Anla~ I understand this. Martha waved her hand slightly, and the figure had disappeared outside the door. After a while, the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping came from near the gate of the academy.

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"I still don't think it's a good idea, Your Excellency the Chief Mage. Urag whispered to a seat on the other side. In that empty seat, a blue figure was gradually taking shape.

"If a young eagle wants to fly, it has to go through setbacks and tests. The silhouette of the figure gradually became clear, and a middle-aged man in the archmage's robe gestured to Urag with a slight chin. "She's still too immature and needs a little stimulation. ”

"But what you're doing now is like tying a young bird's wings to a stone and throwing it off a cliff. She can't be Delafa's opponent, you're murdering!

Ah Ran smiled and shook his head, "She wouldn't die so lightly." My friend, I saw traces of the Order of Said in her. I'm familiar with the smell of those guys. ”

"Said's Order......" Urag frowned, but then relaxed. "It's not a good sign, but there's nothing we can do about it. Do you have to be in such a hurry?

"Sirodil is too busy to take care of himself, the civil war in the sky is on the verge of breaking out, and the island of summer twilight is also ready to move. And the ancient bloodlines are also reviving one by one, and a great storm is coming. We have to pick up the pace. Ah Ran whispered. He stroked his chest gently, as if something was tormenting him there.

"Also, I don't have much time. ”