“Leave him be like this and he’s going to become a nuisance.” The Skull Headmaster grew a little anxious as Ipadur began to take a noticeable interest in Ihan.
There was nothing wrong with Ipadur being curious about Ihan in itself, but if that curiosity tangled with Einlogard, it would become a huge pain.
- So how did the elemental spirit flood get dealt with?
- That was Wodanaz’s doing…
- There’s still ice in this corridor.
Wait a minute! Lord Ipadur.
Isn’t that frost giant ice!? Has there ever been a summoning of a frost giant at the school? Who handled that?
- That too was Wodanaz’s doing…
Normally, composing a song praising a student wouldn’t be a bad thing.
But Ihan’s case was different — it was too extreme.
A song titled “A first-year student succeeded in a lightning-element spell” would make the Empire’s people smile, but “A first-year student fought the King of the Frost Giants” would horrify them.
The Emperor was already shooting cold looks and murmuring for restraint; if a song spread through the capital like “A first-year student fought the King of the Frost Giants~” then… no, no.
Your face looks exhausted!
“Headmaster is… a magic criminal… uh-uh.” The Skull Headmaster summoned a bony hand out of thin air and clapped it over Ihan’s mouth.