The Archmage’s Reincarnation in the Hero’s Party chapter 11

Episode 11

“The irony of history seems unchanging.”

The office of the Chancellor of , Madelia Page, was bathed in dazzling sunshine pouring in through the arched windows on all eight sides.

“For some reason, talent always seems to emerge intensively from one side at a time.”

The document she listlessly placed on her desk contained the personal details of the new students.

“Rohenum School’s Wiber, Rivendell School’s Lilian, Harimun School’s Kayden, Meleb School’s Nora, Chaithack School’s Logan…”

All five names Chancellor Madelia emotionlessly recited were, astonishingly, magician cadets counted among the elite of the eight major schools, ruling the empire.

“The simultaneous admission of five such talents might well be unprecedented.”

Each school had its own timing for accepting and training disciples, but how often would their ages align so perfectly?

“The Warden faction sent an exceptionally promising child, but even that may not be enough on their own.”

The strife between the Magician’s League and the eight major schools was profoundly deep.

Open confrontations like in their student days were avoided, but the political tightrope within the league persisted, as was evident during the recent selection of Magician’s Stars for the Emperor’s direct command.

“It’s undesirable for faculty members to interfere in student disputes, but we can’t deny that the circumstances are unusual.”

In front of Madelia’s desk stood a female magician with a soft expression and half-closed eyes.

It was Caroline.

She had once been a disciple of Madelia and was now serving as the mentor to Krista Warden.

“Inform the professors and lecturers. It’s Domain-2. Observe closely and intervene subtly if necessary, to avoid any unnecessary conflict.”

Caroline would have usually nodded in agreement, but hesitation flickered across her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I am unsure if it’s premature to make that decision.”


“This cohort… it seems Krista Warden isn’t the only genius from the Magician’s Family to join us.”

A perplexing statement indeed, prompting Madelia to tilt her head slightly in curiosity.

The Magician’s Family differed from the eight major schools; it was a lineage where only direct descendants could bear the name.

It was an honor but also a shackle, for their pool of talent was inherently limited.

“Has someone from the Family joined our school without my knowledge?”


“I was aware of only two arrivals: Krista Warden and Rain Ludwick.”


“Then Rain Ludwick… Are you suggesting that this student, whom you admitted via supplementary examination, is a genius?”

“Even if I were to tell you so, you might not believe me. You must have seen for yourself at the family meetings. I thought the same until I saw firsthand.”

“Still beating around the bush, Cat. You know I dislike such roundabout talk.”

Caroline, caught in Madelia’s sigh, hesitated before replying.

“My humble insight, but… they seem capable enough without help. I’m also curious to see how both of them will handle this situation.”

Hmm… Madelia pondered Caroline’s expression for a moment before reviewing the academic administration chart, raising an eyebrow.

“No need to wait long for the results. Their mentor is Owen.”

Owen, a notorious instructor who had expelled 21 students in the previous year alone.

“Yes, if found lacking, he will swiftly expel them.”

* * *

After the opening ceremony, Rain received the class assignment leaflet and made his way to the Freshman building, the Dragon Sleep Hall.

The pure white structure resembled a slumbering dragon, embodying the reverence for the dragon race, absolute beings adored by witches and magicians alike in the republic.

The creator of magic, the Black Sun Karenden, was also revered as the creator of the dragon race.


Bathed in the slanted rays of warm spring sunshine, Rain walked along the corridor and arrived at the designated classroom.

“Cheonggang, Cheonggang… yes, this is it.”

He compared the classroom name on the leaflet and plaques before quietly opening the back door.

The classroom was simple yet lovely.

With four tiered rows of desks arranged in elegant curves, the arch-shaped windows on the left were adorned with curtains that fluttered in the breeze scented with flowers.


His assigned seat was at the last window on the left side. As he sat down with his chin on his fist, a familiar face took the seat beside him with a grin.

“The heavens are indeed indifferent, setting you up against this recommended student, Krista Warden, right from the start.”

A sneer crossed the face of the newcomer as Rain’s mouth dropped open in dismay. Oh deities, please not this… His very first desk mate had to be…

“If we loosely translate Miss Krista’s thoughts, she might be saying she’s thrilled to be sitting with you.”

This was delivered with jest by a girl who had her hair fashionably braided. She, too, had been seen at the family meetings. Rain’s gaze naturally shifted to her nametag.

[Gertrude Fanton]

The Fanton baronetcy served the Warden family and was one of the magical houses in the east subordinate to the Magician’s Family.

“Of course, I’m delighted. So delighted I could dance! To humble this arrogant one’s nose on the first day.”

While a pleasant spring breeze stirred the curtains, an old scent tickled Rain’s nostrils like flower pollen.

– Why, Kies?

Kies was a small town somewhere on the Adrion continent where Rain rested his chin on the fence around a school building, watching the children play as Kies approached him from behind.

– Do you also wish to go to school? No. There’s nothing to learn there, just a waste of time.

Although Kies was mute, his expressive and candid face allowed them to communicate well. Their party was all like that.

– Are you afraid you won’t make friends?

Friede chuckled, leaning against the fence next to Rain. She had bandages from a severe wound she had suffered during a fight to save the city (which healed completely two days later due to magic), and her eyes, as she watched the children, shone with a gentle smile unlike her usual self.

While Friede and Kies looked on fondly at the children, Lister joined Rain on his left with a fresh smile.

– School isn’t just for learning academics, Lyn.

– Then what else is there to learn?

– People.

Krista, is that what I’m supposed to learn here? Is it necessary to learn about such a person?

Rain was about to despair when the front door, reserved for professors and lecturers, creaked open, and the other students’ eyes shook with anxiety.

A broad-shouldered, burly man stepped in and walked up to the podium without a word. He seemed more suited for brawling than magic, and hushed sighs escaped around the classroom.

“Is it true? A gorilla?”

“Ugh… our mentor is a gorilla?”

A well-known figure, it seemed. Glancing at Krista, she appeared tense, which was unusual.

“What’s his story?”

“You don’t know Owen? He’s notorious at College for being stingy with grades.”

He had a reputation for handing out failing grades, contributing significantly to dismissals and holdbacks.


Owen examined the classroom full of students and then scrunched his face as if bearing the world’s sorrows, proceeding to pinch his own cheek hard.

“To think that these brainless monkeys are the students I have to guide for a year. Bow your heads now to the one who’s speaking or have you forgotten that much?”

Telekinetically lifted chalk struck the forehead of an unlucky student in the front row, and a muted thud echoed in silence. Immediately, every student straightened up in their seats.

“You think this is funny? Amusing? You know nothing. The fact that you’re at college…”

“Seems like it’s all over, huh? Do you really believe that you’ll become the court wizard of a grand noble or build your own tower and live it up?”


“Drop that illusion. If any of you become that, I’ll call you ‘master.’ You’re still greenhorns with mountains to learn. Any from the Eight Great Factions here?”

Three, including Wiber, raised their hands. Owen sighed as if the sky was falling.

“The worst thing about this school is you blockheads from the Eight Great Factions. The bizarre formulas and overconfidence you bring from your factions are hopeless. Any from the magic families?”

As Krista and I raised our hands side by side, Owen looked like he was about to cry.

“Unbearable. Look at those arrogant faces, not knowing a whit about the real world. Go home and learn to dress yourselves before you come back.”

Owen insulted the students in this way, and I couldn’t help but admire his verbal prowess.

I was curious why a man of such exceptional talent had become a magician instead of taking religious vows, where he could have made a fortune even without joining a heretical cult.

“My job for the next year is to make you into passable magicians. Right now, you’re less useful than monkeys. Anyone who can’t keep up will be ruthlessly discarded.”

No one spoke.

Everyone must have been terrified, but Owen seemed trained to find fault in any circumstance.

“No answer? Am I that scary?”

“No, sir!”

“So you think I’m soft? Very well. We’ll have a test today. The last-place team will be expelled for lacking aptitude.”

Expulsion? Was that so easily done?

Owen turned and quickly drew a magic circle on the blackboard, filling it with runes.


The boy frowned. Presenting a magic circle and runes was akin to posing a math problem. You are free to choose any formula for the solution.

“You have 20 minutes. Start solving this problem now.”

Owen sneered.

“Fail to do it on time or finish last, and I’ll expel you as promised.”

As the students blinked in confusion, Owen burst out,

“What are you dazing for? The test has already started! Team up in pairs, 2 per group! Even monkeys can solve a Rank 2 spell if they put their heads together, right?”

The students hurriedly pulled out their brushes and began to copy the magic circle onto their papers. Krista did the same.

‘The shape of the magic circle is a two-layer fan. The runes used are ‘증 (Steam)’ and ‘서 (Departure)’…’

Assigning the traits of ‘증 (Steam): Dispersing like steam’ and ‘서 (Departure): Going and vanishing’ to the wind attribute.

‘The formula needed to manifest this magic is…’

Magic had three typical methods of use: mental arithmetic, hand seals, and paper calculation. While mental math was the realm of geniuses, paper math was for the average, meaning even the dull could cast Rank 2 spells given enough time.

“Help me. We’ll construct a basic matrix and then find the answer with a cubic function.”

“Using matrices here?”

The boy sneered.

“Seems like you enjoy making life hard on yourself.”

“Don’t mess up, or you’ll regret it. Solve it now.”

From the next seat, the boy who had been watching Krista with interest scratched his cheek.

“You seem desperate?”

“I have to be. I must be desperate in everything to ascend to the top.”

Her motions, writing on the paper with her brush, betrayed the weight of her family she bore. Krista Warden, the third daughter of the Warden family.

The Warden family had produced two sages and risen to a magical household, but had been on the decline for the last 100 years without producing any notable talents. The Eight Great Factions often mocked the Warden family, suggesting their end was near and the empire would only have four magic households left.

Krista was born amidst this turmoil. With two older sisters of average intellect, her father placed all his hopes on her.

‘The revival of the family must be through my hands…’

The magic circle on the paper filled up quickly. Without looking up from her work, Krista said,

“Have you figured out the function?”

“Right here.”

Matching her pace, which was several times faster than the other students, Rain raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.

“Good, now we just…”

But there was someone who viewed the scene with distaste. It was Wiber.

‘They’re messing around.’

The Lohinen Faction was a wind faction, their secret technique was ‘Soundless and Colorless’. A spell which made no sound or color, leaving no trace of magic, so even skilled magicians could not detect its presence.

Wiber, a junior member, had already mastered the basic formula of the faction.

‘No need for fancy magic. It’s risky… and not meant for humans.’

As a spring storm whirled petals throughout the courtyard, a silent magic circle formed and then shattered in Wiber’s grip.

‘Just add a sharp edge to the wind…!’

A gust of wind came through the window, billowing the curtains and reached Krista’s desk by the window, twisting the paper fixed with the rune…


A scraping noise followed, and the paper tore, splitting the almost completed magic circle.

“The wind…?”

Krista’s breath grew rough with dismay, her thoughts escaping as a mumble.

“Now this magic circle is useless. We have to start all over again…”

Paper calculation worked with magic-infused brushes, but if the physical line of the magic circuit was interrupted, the magic would not activate properly. Like now, when the paper was damaged.

‘Lohinen Faction’s petty tricks…’

The boy could see the faint remnants of the magic force left by the wind, thanks to the awakening ability of Bel Cidius. He sighed.

‘What good does this do? Kids these days are so strange.’

Suddenly, Krista, with a desperate look, reached for Rain’s desk.

“Paper, give me yours!”


“Hurry! There’s no time!”

They had to redraw the magic circle, imprint the runes, and fill the mathematics once more. Only 8 minutes remained.

Despite using 12 minutes, since the process was still in her mind, she could somehow manage in 8 minutes… if only…

– Krista, I regret giving you so much pain as an unworthy father.

She felt like she could burst into tears if but one thread of consciousness snapped from this sense of defeat.

She had to be the best.

She had to be the best to raise her family to greatness again, not to be expelled on her first day of college…

“It’s no use. You won’t be able to finish on time with your method.”


“Knowing when to give up is also a solution.”


“─ would do it like that.”

Before Krista could grab the boy’s collar in surprise, he took up his brush.

And with a masterful stroke, as if crafted from art itself, he dashed the magic circle and runes onto the paper, perfected by countless repetitions in his hands.

“If you panic so easily when your opponent disrupts your magic, you won’t cut it as a magician anywhere.”


“Remember this. To be a strong magician, you must remain calm at all moments.”

In the world Rain had lived in, they didn’t even get 8 minutes.

The turning point of a battle was a matter of seconds.

A bit too slow? Expulsion was a joke; death was the only outcome.

“This time, I’ll take the lead, and you follow. Just don’t slow me down.”

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