Sword God in a World of Magic

When Mervin heard that, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Shang was also quite surprised. "The dean wants to see me?" he asked.

Soran nodded. "Follow me," he said as he turned around.

Shang looked at Mervin, but Mervin only shrugged. "I wanted to show you where you can deliver the corpse to, but I might as well do that for you now. I will add the contribution points to your emblem when you get it."

Shang nodded. He guessed that the emblem Mervin referred to was probably some form of identification, similar to the ID cards in companies on Earth.

Shang handed the Beast Sack over to Mervin and followed Soran.

Soran led Shang to the side of a hallway and up some flights of stairs.

"Why does the dean want to see me? Is that normal for new students?" Shang asked.

"I don't know, and no," Soran said. "Usually, It's either the other Vice-Dean that welcomes the new students or me. The dean doesn't come into contact with students much."

Some seconds of silence passed as they climbed up another flight of stairs.

"So, am I part of the academy now?" Shang asked.

"That's up to the dean," Soran answered. "I gave him the report, but before he gave his okay, he told me to bring you to him."

Shang didn't answer as his brows furrowed.

Why would the dean want to meet him?

Sure, Shang had great instincts, but Soran and Mervin were acting like this was something unusual. If it were normal for talented students to meet the dean, they wouldn't have acted in such a manner.

When they reached the fifth floor, the highest floor, the two of them went back to the hallway.

"This floor is reserved for the teachers," Soran explained. "Students are forbidden from accessing this floor without being accompanied by a teacher."

Shang looked around, and he noticed that there were not that many doors. He guessed that the rooms beyond the doors were probably rather sizable.

The two of them walked to the big gates at the end of the hallway and stopped before them.

"Come in," someone said from beyond the door. Shang thought that the voice sounded like the voice of a middle-aged man. The voice reminded him of one of the managers Shang had been under in his career as a fighter back on Earth.

Soran said, gesturing to the

the door with

someone like the dean wanted to meet

three of them was currently around, and

breath and opened one

There was only a table and a chair in the room. A black spear stood at the corner of the room, but it obviously didn't

That was it.

almost like an

truly the

clear look at the dean for the first time, and the first word that came to

exactly like one would imagine a

a fitting black suit of armor. There were no great designs or anything on the suit of armor,

a middle-aged man. He had long black hair that went past his shoulders, and he had one of these beards

and Shang noticed that these were the papers

said without

the

statue appeared in the dean's right hand. The dean put the statue onto

the density of Mana was decreasing inside

Duke Whirlwind, the dean was absorbing a ton of Mana from his surroundings. However, there was no new Mana

the dean commented. "It serves as protection against Scouting, Scrying, and Inquisition Magic. As long as a High Mage isn't directly trying to listen in on us from beyond the door, no one is going to hear anything we

sit down," the dean said, lightly gesturing to

SHING!

chair appeared at that

but he followed the

dean put the papers to the side and looked at

reason, Shang felt that the dean's gaze held a deep meaning. It

at Shang for a bit, the dean's eyes wandered toward Shang's

gaze went towards Shang's sword, Shang felt his sword shake for some reason,

only shaken

sword on the

Shang's frown intensified.

that his sword wasn't as simple as it

complied. There was nothing he could

took out his sword and

more, and for some reason, Shang felt like he had betrayed his sword. Up to now, it had only shaken

seem surprised,"

at the dean, but

lot of things you don't know," the dean said. Then, he gestured towards the shaking sword