Bringing Culture to a Different World

Norland's Advanced Magic Academy.

Hyrlan had just walked out of the Weissenasche Theater with her close friend. She had a very important class to take this afternoon.

An all-new course. Furthermore, the headmaster of the Advanced Magic Academy, Gray Mage Lursk, would be personally teaching this course!

The Gray Mage Lursk was a Sage standing at the apex of Norland. Being able to listen to the lecture from the great Sage himself was an extremely exciting thing for all magic students.

The power mages possess came from their runes. The amount of runes that they could use would, more or less, be determined by their understanding of the world.

The knowledge taught by the Gray Mage Lursk will definitely allow them to awaken new runes upon comprehension.

No one would be willing to refuse this opportunity.

Hyrlan was very lucky. As an excellent student of the Advanced Magic Academy, she received the qualification to take that class.

Unfortunately, she discovered that her mind was completely distracted from the upcoming class. The reason for that was because of the 'little gift' she received after accompanying her good friend Sansa to watch 'Léon: The Demon' in the Weissenasche Theater.

"Hyrlan, I've made an account already… You're still not done registering?"

Sansa was staring at the white interface before Hyrland. On the top portion of the white interface were the words 'Mage Forum End User License Agreement.'

When Sansa first used the Magic Network, she was itching to personally experiment with it after discovering that it was filled with things that surpassed her understanding.

She did not even bother to read this ten and a half page user agreement and tapped accept.

But, Hyrlan was seriously reading the ten and half page long user agreement in its entirety! If she was someone on earth, she would be a protected species on the verge of extinction.

"Sansa, the origin of this all-new magic is extremely complicated. Whether it be the procedures of usage or its restrictions…"

Hyrlan only tapped accept after she finished reading the entire user agreement.

"Isn't this just a magic that we can use to chat at will? I only wanted to use this to ask that Flower of Farucci some questions. I had thought that a movie by the Black Swan Theatrical Troupe will be as boring as their stage plays. But, never would I expect that… wuu…"

Sansa spent a silver coin to purchase the originium crystal that would allow her to join the magic network all because it would present her the opportunity to communicate with the Flower of Farucci.

When Sansa recalled the movie 'Léon: The Demon,' she seemed to be losing control of her emotions.

Considerately, Hylan handed her handkerchief to Sansa. Then, she said, "The function of this magic is far more… terrifying… than just chatting."

No matter what, Hyrlan was someone who had learned programming from Joshua. She understood the meaning and value of the magic network much better than other mages.

But, these two magic students sitting at the back of the classroom only chatted for a little while when the classroom door opened. The person that walked in caused them to immediately shut their mouths.

It was a middle-aged man about 1.6 meters tall. With a pair of reptilian-like eyes, he swept his gaze across the entire classroom. That icy gaze caused all the mage students to shut their mouths.

'Why would Professor Viper from the Voodoo Department be here? This course shouldn't have anything to do with curses…"

Sansa carefully typed out a series of words on the interface before her eyes with the magic keyboard she had just learned.

'I don't know,' replied Hyrlan using the same method.

Professor Viper let out a cold snort. Then, he sat down on the first row.

'That old man from the Flameweaver System, I bet his experiment yesterday must've ended in a failure again.'

Soon, Sansa saw another professor walking in. This professor had an eye-catching afro on his head.

Like Professor Viper, he too seated himself on the first row.

It was only at this moment that Hyrlan realized that there were not many 'actual' magic students in this classroom with a capacity of over two hundred. The majority of the people seated here were feral mages wearing strange outfits.

This brought about hidden sufferings to the dozen plus magic students present.

They were expecting for this course to be lectured personally by their headmaster. But, it turned out that it was not only their headmaster, even their teaching directors, head professors, and regular professors were all seated around them.

'Archbishop Desireless…'

Sansa saw the stooped figure and was left speechless.

By the time Archbishop Desireless arrived in the classroom, the classroom was completely full. A mage apprentice seated at the front rows seemed to have recognized the Archbishop from the Nation of the Holy Church.

In a terror, that student got up and tried to give his seat to Desireless. But, Desireless patted his shoulder and shook his head. Then, while leaning on his crutch, he walked to the side of the room and stood there.

Even though this course was being lectured by one of Norland's greatest mages, the Gray Mage Lursk, the students of this lecture were still too extraordinary!

"The Gray Mage is here."

Hyrlan spoke with a quiet voice that only she and Sansa could hear.

After waiting for a long period of time, the Gray Mage finally arrived.

This great mage known as a Sage in Norland was wearing such a sloppy attitude that one would frown the moment one saw him.

His filthy gray gown or the owl feathers on his head made him appear like an impoverished mage.

"Cough cough. There's an accident with the notification. It seems that I've mixed up my first programming course and the conference. But, that's alright. After all, all the people that should be here are here. All the people that shouldn't be here are also here."

The Gray Mage cleared his throat. His voice and behavior was far from a dignified, wise and farsighted grand mage.

"I've gathered you all here to announce one thing."

The Gray Mage drew a rune with his finger. Suddenly, an owl feather on his head started flying. It wrote out a series of words in midair.

'Starting from today, the Owl Penpal Society will be formally disbanded!'

When those words appeared in midair, the mages seated in the classroom immediately burst into an uproar.

"Lursk… the Owl Penpal Society has continued for all these years. The owls have been delivering our messages properly the entire time. What is the meaning behind your sudden announcement of disbandment?!"

Soon, people called into question Gray Mage Lursk's decision. After all, the mages present were all senior members of the Owl Penpal Society.

The person who called into question Gray Mage Lursk was the person the magic students were afraid of, Professor Viper.

"The discussions using the Owl Penpal Society have provided us with a lot of insights and experiences into our research. Why would you suddenly announce its disbandment? Lursk, that decision of yours doesn't appear to be wise."

"A fucking nonsense I say! Viper, don't think I don't know you've been pretending to be a woman in the Penpal Society to deceive the young mages of their emotions! I've already criticized your despicable behavior on multiple corresponding letters. And you, old fart with the fire, can you write something useful for once in your letters?! All the alchemy formulations you've provided are unstable explosives!"

As the most senior member of the Owl Penpal Society, the Gray Mage Lursk managed to reveal the true nature of the Penpal Society with only a few words.