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.

in," Soran said, gesturing to the door with his

the door with

dean wanted to meet him, but

could do. No one but the three of them was

opened one of

the room, the first word that came to his mind was simple. There was only a table and

That was it.

looked almost like an interrogation

truly the

for the first time, and the first word that came to his mind when

imagine a

There were no great designs or anything on the

went past his shoulders, and he had one of these beards that circled his mouth. Shang

papers in front of him, and

door," the dean said without looking

still keeping the door open, and he quickly

kind of small statue appeared in the dean's right hand. The dean put the statue

felt that the density

Mana from his surroundings. However, there

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 will be discussing

sit down," the dean said, lightly gesturing to an

SHING!

chair appeared

was still uncertain, but he followed the dean's

the papers to the side and looked at Shang with his

a deep meaning. It

bit, the dean's eyes wandered toward

his sword shake for some reason,

now, the sword had only

sword on the table," the

Shang's frown intensified.

sword wasn't

was nothing he could do

out his sword and placed it on

had betrayed his sword. Up to now, it had only shaken when there was danger, and judging by the intensity of the shaking, the sword probably sensed life-threatening danger

surprised," the

look at the dean, but he

things you don't know," the