Chapter 50

"Master! I've been looking for you!"

"Don't just wander off! We haven't finished talking yet!"

"Y-Yeah!"

As I stepped out of the Black Academy, wondering what to do next, I was spotted by the trio again.

"Red Magic, right!?"

"Blue Magic, right!?"

"Green Magic!"

They were still continuing their meaningless argument.

I sighed and said,

"I have no intention of choosing any one. From the beginning, I planned to attend all the academies."

The three of them gaped.

"Isn't that a bit too much?"

"That's right! Attending three academies at once..."

"Even those who try to master two types of magic are rare..."

Hmm.

It seems they only thought there were three.

"That's not it. I plan to attend all six academies: Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, White, and Black."

"..." "..." "...Huh?"

"I passed the exams for all six."

Technically, there was no exam for the Black Academy.

"Wh-What!?"

The enrollment procedures were completed.

Since each academy operates independently, no one said anything about attending multiple academies simultaneously. I received student IDs from all six, so it should be fine.

There are slight differences between the academies, but they are generally divided into three grades:

First Grade: Focus on practical combat training and advanced magic, and foundational magical formula studies in lectures.

Second Grade: Join a professor's laboratory for specialized learning, training, and research.

Top Grade: Future professors who are given their own laboratories for free research.

Of course, all new students start in the First Grade.

The program lasts two years, with the possibility of repeating a year or skipping ahead based on performance.

"...Hmm. The lectures overlap."

"That's right, Master! That's why I said it's impossible to attend six at once!"

I immediately faced a big problem.

The lecture times at each academy overlapped.

Naturally, I only have one body, so I can't attend them simultaneously.

"But the attendance points don't seem to be that high. As long as I score well on the exams, I don't need to attend the lectures."

"No, no, you can't pass the exams without attending the lectures."

"Don't worry. I can get notes from someone."

Fortunately, I have three contacts: Kaito, Kufa, and Colette.

And there are no lectures at the Black Academy, so only two remain.

"...Well, if it's for Master, I'll do it..."

I planned to attend the Red Academy's lecture today.

When I entered the lecture room, I saw a familiar face.

"Y-You..."

Who was he again?

He's glaring at me, but I can't quite remember.

Well, it doesn't matter who he is.

It doesn't seem to cause any real harm.

I walked past him and headed to a seat at the back.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!"

Hmm?

It seems he wanted to be acknowledged.

"Oh, you're that loser from the exam."

Just then, Kaito entered the lecture room and pointed at him.

"Who's a loser! I don't remember losing to you!"

"You lost to Master."

"Hmm. I remember now. You're the boy who couldn't destroy the mithril figurine during the entrance exam and cried."

"I didn't cry! Besides, that was a mistake! A High-Class Mage like me can't do what a mere Mage can!"

It seems he thinks I'm a basic-class Mage.

"I'm not a Mage."

"Y-Yeah, I thought so. It's strange, but for a new student your age, being a High-Class Mage isn't unusual—"

"No, I'm not a High-Class Mage either."

"What? Then, could you be a High-Class Mage King? But I've never heard of any High-Class Mage Kings in this city besides the academy head..."

A High-Class Mage King is the highest class.

As the students' "No way..." gazes focused on me, I announced,

"I'm not a High-Class Mage King. I'm just an Unemployed."

"...Huh?"

At that moment, a man who seemed to be the lecturer entered the lecture room.

He looked around the murmuring room curiously and then said,

"...Well, let's start the lecture."

Just as he was about to begin, the boy from earlier interrupted.

"Wait a moment!"

"Is what you just said true? No, it can't be true! Your job being Unemployed..."

"It's true."

"Don't lie! An Unemployed can't use magic!"

As the boy and I argued, the lecturer intervened.

"Lois. What he says is true. I was surprised too, but it has been confirmed with an official appraisal."

It seems the boy's name is Lois.

And this lecturer, upon closer inspection, is the examiner from the entrance exam.

"That's... impossible..."

"I agree. But I think it's likely that the appraisal was incorrect for some reason. From the magic he demonstrated during the exam, he is clearly a High-Class Mage. He definitely has the skill of 'Advanced Red Magic.'"

"I see..."

...Hmm.

That's one way to look at it.

But I don't have the skill of 'Advanced Red Magic.'

I always construct the formulas myself.