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.

to the

at the door with

dean wanted to meet him, but it was

ulterior motives, there was nothing Shang could do. No one but the three of them was currently around,

eventually, Shang took a deep breath and opened one of the two doors as he stepped into

simple. There was only a table and

That was it.

like

truly the

get a clear look at the dean for the first time, and the

one would imagine a

on the suit

man. He had long black hair that went past his shoulders, and he had one of these beards that circled his mouth. Shang didn't

had a stack of papers in front of him, and

close the door," the dean said without looking up from the

he was still keeping the door open,

dean's right hand. The dean put the statue onto a circled

that the density of

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

commented. "It serves as protection against Scouting, Scrying, and Inquisition Magic. As long as a High Mage isn't directly trying to listen

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

SHING!

chair appeared at

but he followed the

seconds, the dean put the papers to the side and looked

felt that the dean's gaze held a deep meaning.

for a bit, the dean's

went towards Shang's sword, Shang felt his sword shake

had only shaken if there was

sword on the table," the

Shang's frown intensified.

the dean noticed that his sword wasn't as simple as

was nothing he

his sword and placed it on

betrayed his sword. Up to now, it had only shaken when there

surprised,"

the

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