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.

said, gesturing to

looked at the door with

no idea why someone like the dean wanted to meet him, but it

No one but the three of them was currently around, and if they wanted to do something

opened one of

only a table and a chair in the room. A black spear stood at the corner of the

That was it.

looked almost like an interrogation

truly the dean's

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

exactly like one would imagine a general in a medieval

suit of armor. There were no great designs or anything on the suit of armor, but it gave off a feeling of

hair that went past his

stack of papers in front of him, and Shang noticed that these

dean said without

noticed that he was still keeping the

the door, some kind of small statue appeared in the dean's right hand. The dean put the statue onto a circled part of his

the density of Mana was decreasing inside the

Mana from his

a High Mage isn't directly trying to listen in on us from beyond the door,

down," the dean said, lightly gesturing to an empty spot in

SHING!

appeared at

but he followed the

papers to the side and looked

dean's gaze held a deep meaning. It was almost like the dean knew something important about

Shang for a bit, the dean's eyes wandered

his sword

only shaken if there

on the table," the dean

Shang's frown intensified.

dean noticed that his sword

There was nothing

out his sword and placed

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

seem surprised,"

look at the

don't know," the dean said. Then, he gestured towards the shaking