The Rebirth of the Hero’s Party’s Archmage chapter 25

Episode 25

Staggering into the dormitory, Laine leaned back against a chair as though collapsing. Closing the door, she frantically opened “The Life and Achievements of Archmage Lynn” to find the index at the back of the book.


– p. 91, p. 154, p. 189, p. 268

“There’s no mention of falling into black magic. Is there even a reason for that speculation?”

Despite reading everything about Tureina on the pages indicated in the index, there was no such information.

[Tureina was a child found by the Lista Party in a collapsed village around Lambrus.]

The village had sunk into the swampland due to the Abyss’s erosion; somehow, that kid had survived by hiding in the attic.

Was she seven years old at the time?

Disheveled and weeping quietly, I had given her something to eat simply to silence her cries. That’s where the trouble began. After that, she followed me everywhere.

[Lynn noticed Tureina’s magical talent at a glance and took her on as a pupil, teaching her magic.]

This was a fabrication.

The decision to teach her had nothing to do with her magical talent.

– We’ll leave this child at the temple when we pass through the next city.

– That’s a good idea, Lista. It’s too dangerous for her to be with us.

Lista and Pride wanted to leave Tureina at the temple, but Lynn knew from experience in the slums that it wouldn’t end well if they did.

What happened after being left at the temple was always predictable.

She’d become a nun at the temple, or unable to endure it, escape only to end up a thief.

– Hey, don’t people get treated poorly if they have no value?

– …?

– “The truth shall set you free.” A famous saying from Emmet Page, the first mage. Magic is an immense power. It grants social value to those who can wield it.

I intended to teach her only a few basic spells, so she could at least be employed as a servant mage somewhere. That was my only intention.

– Even if you don’t understand what I’m about to teach, bite the bullet and learn it. Got it?

She learned diligently without a word of complaint.

It was then that I named her Tureina.

‘Tureina’ was a draconic word meaning ‘learning’, a wish I embedded for her to learn well without giving me a headache.

Throughout the journey to the city, she stuck close to me, prompting Pride to chuckle, “Looks like Lynn has a soft spot for that kiddo; guess kids are his type,” while Lista seriously asked if I really had a preference for younger partners.

– It’s not like that.

I simply saw myself in her – the younger me, wandering the slums before the dean took me in and the desperation with which I learned magic afterward.

Whether it was a sense of kinship or pity… It was only after beginning to teach her that I realized she had significant talent.

‘That troublemaker of a child…’

With locked fingers at the back of his neck, Laine stared blankly at the dormitory ceiling.

‘She followed me relentlessly.’

I had left her at the temple in the city, but she eventually escaped using the magic I taught her and followed me to the very end.

Master, Master Lynn… she would say, voice trailing but never wanting to leave my side.

Though she had the magical prowess to even fight the Abyss, I never allowed her to follow into the last battle.

– Master, I want to come too. I will fight with you… Please take me with you…

Now that I think about it, I seem to recall telling Tureina to wait because I’d come back. With a quill spinning idly in hand, Laine heaved a sigh.

“What should I do with this troublemaker, really.”

It’s not entirely my fault that I couldn’t come back… Considering I helped her pave the way to become a priestess, I’ve done my duty as her master.

“One would think that after all I’ve done for her, she would have lived well, and died honorably as an adult, but why did she cause unnecessary trouble at the end of her life, bringing scrutiny from the order?”

If she had really researched black magic…

Perhaps it was because she was a child taught by Archmage Lynn and Pride and had performed the duties of a priestess that she was spared immediate excommunication and heresy trials.

‘According to Sammy, that consideration allowed her to live a long, healthy life until her death…’

So she died old around the time I was three, but why suddenly, starting this year, have her books been added to the censorship list?

“I have no idea.”

Spinning the pen, Lynn was struck by a thought and opened her diary. Instantly, the magical butterfly, Ludyien, fluttered out and perched atop her head.


– You can inherit the progress of ‘unique magic’ research from your environment.

– Progress 37.9% => 39.9%.

It went up!

Even by 2%.

Perhaps attacking someone specifically with magic does indeed cause an increase. Though pleased, Laine’s attention was elsewhere.

[Our Most Wonderful Master]

On page 86, in the bottom right hand corner, written in small, decorative script in the language of the Dragon Republic – it was a prank once pulled by Tureina.

Above it, clumsily sketched, was Lynn using a pen tip to smack Tureina on the head while teaching her magic.


Laine, who had discovered the drawing during his days as Lynn, immediately punished Tureina by pulling her hair… But now, Laine simply stared silently and longingly at the playful drawing of his pupil.

Until late into the night when the moon was high, starlight shimmered through the window, and twilight gave way to the first light of dawn, Laine looked on without a word, unable to close the diary.

* * *

“Today’s lesson is on solving quadratic equations. While you might have calculated solutions within the range of real numbers in intermediate school, to progress to two-star magic, you must definitely learn to compute within the complex number plane…”

<Delaigten> adopted a mobile classroom method for advanced courses to emphasize each professor’s specialty. Briefly, the most knowledgeable individual on a particular subject would lead the lesson.

‘Wow, this is mind-numbing…’

Attempting to check up on the progress of modern mathematics, Laine struggled to stay awake; her eyelids drooping despite her best efforts as her field of vision blurred, split, and recombined repeatedly.

She couldn’t fight the drowsiness.

Lynn’s body could endure a two-day march without sleep, but the pampered body of a noble Magus Heir could barely handle one all-nighter without crumbling.

“…Hmm, it’s already this time. I’ll hand out sample problems, and you will solve them by tomorrow. Work on them alone, without consultation.”

The moment Laine grabbed the offered rice paper from the teaching assistant, she scribbled something down and rested her head on the desk with a thud.


But as she began to drift into a hazy state of consciousness, a bright voice cut through.

A voice rang out, piercing through the air.

Krista Warden.

She was so noisy that I deliberately sat far away from her during class, but has she followed me here too?

“Let’s settle the score we couldn’t last time, right here! Let’s see who solves this first!”

Lain just waved her hand dismissively, as if to shoo Krista away without lifting her head.

“I’ve already finished it.”

“What did you say?”

“I said I’m done. Now go away.”

There was a brief moment of silence.

Thankfully, it seemed Krista was about to leave without further protest when suddenly I felt an odd pressure under my arm—she was trying to snatch away my paper.

“Hey, it’ll tear. What are you doing?”

“Give it here! How dare you mess around with this!”

With a short sigh, Lain lifted her arm slightly, and Krista snatched the paper. There were no workings, only the answers written down.

“Look, this is not a test. If you take it lightly like this, our family’s reputation will crumble. Let’s have a serious match! Hey, are you listening?!”

But Lain didn’t respond. Soon, even the sound of her breathing could be heard. Krista folded her arms, clearly unsatisfied.

“……What were you doing up until late on the weekend?”

Feeling foolish for being the only one excited about the challenge, Krista clucked her tongue and took a seat behind Lain’s.

‘Let’s see if I can solve it in two minutes.’

The break was ten minutes long. If I solve this in two minutes, I’ll have time left even after updating Lain’s answers.

Krista, the prodigy who topped the entrance exams, solved all ten examples in just one minute and thirty-seven seconds.

“Ra Berti! (Excellent!)”

Pleased with her own answers, Krista sneaked a glance around before setting the sheet atop her desk.

Most of the students had left the classroom.

Hiding a flicker of embarrassment with a cough, Krista leaned over her desk and whispered softly, audible only to Lain,

“Hey, hey, isn’t this helping? It’s all for the family’s honor.”


“You know we can’t have our family suffer because of you. That would be unacceptable.”

At that moment, Gertrude Fenton, who had been watching Krista, narrowed her eyes.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re quite fond of our Mr. Scholar here. I must be mistaken, right?”



“You think I would fall for someone like him? He’s a rival. I just don’t want to see my rival fall in such a pathetic way.”

Gertrude was both surprised and relieved by Krista’s earnest answer. There didn’t seem to be any chance of something weird happening between them.

Just then, someone appeared at the back door, peeking in—a third-year boy with a kind face.

“Miss Krista Warden?”


“I’m here from the student council. Could you spare me a moment?”

Ah, the student council… Krista nodded and stood up from her seat.

“You take care of this. Got it?”

“Yes, if Young Master Lain were to be expelled, you’d be ill with concern. I’ll do my best.”

“You, you, wait until I get back, you’re dead!”

After Krista left following the senior council member, Gertrude sighed and sat down to solve her own problems.

It took her two minutes and fifty-eight seconds.

Pushing her answers aside, Gertrude was about to write down the solutions on Lain’s paper when she paused, a question running through her mind.


This was… impossible to believe. She checked her answers against Lain’s over and over, but reality remained unchanged.

‘The same answers as mine…?’

Lain had buried her head on the desk as soon as the professor left. Even if you generously estimate, the assistant handed out the test papers and the professor exited within ten seconds.

‘Not super difficult, but solved in ten seconds? And by mental calculation alone?’

* * *

The Red Mountain Range and its Senryubong Peak (蘚類峰) area were completely sealed off following reports of the bizarre emergence of the Rat-Spider Queen on the surface.

This was until a party of high-rank adventurers from the Adventurers’ Guild could be assembled to investigate, enforcing a ban on hunting Rat-Spiders.

Into this perilous zone boldly stepped two figures. One a tall man, the other a girl of slight build.

“Damn it, all my effort for half a year…”

Both wore dark azure robes, attire unworn by anyone other than Heretics Inquisitors seeking a fiery date, for dark azure was the color of the Abyss—garments of black church sorcerers who worshipped the Abyss.

“Oh, this is so frustrating! It makes me mad!”

The woman stomped her feet and flailed her arms as she looked at the charred remnants of the Rat-Spider Queen.

“We could’ve significantly reduced those insect-like adventurers and lured out ‘The Golden Children’!”

The man, meanwhile, went around touching the ground, feeling the trees dried by fire, knitting his brows.

“The residual heat of the flame, the blast radius… this had to be at least a 4-star spell. We need to be cautious.”

“And what? The ‘Throbbing Throbbing Money Copying Adventure Group’ of Rem and Bart said they handled it with a scroll!”

Scrolls are not mere papers with magic circles; they’re sophisticated magical devices where even mana is embedded. In simple terms, even a non-mage can cast spells by unfolding a scroll.

However, they’re so complex that only a 4-star mage could dare make one, and even for such a mage, it takes considerable time. And since they are single-use, the cost is substantial.

“I think we should take revenge. Tear their flesh from their bones!”

“That would only give ‘The Golden Children’ confirmation of our presence in the south. We can’t afford to derail the grand plans we’ve set in motion.”

“So what do you suggest? I’m dying to take someone down, now!”

The woman pouted and hammered the man’s arm with her fists like a child, while the man, accustomed to his superior’s tantrums, simply sighed and pulled the dark azure hood deeper over his head.

“Our plans have been disrupted, so before revenge, there’s something else we must prioritize.”

“What! What! What is it!”

“What else could there be? Reporting to Lady Tureina.”

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