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 the

the door with a

the dean wanted to meet him, but

one but the three of them was currently around, and if they wanted to do something to him, they wouldn't need to put on such an

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

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

That was it.

looked almost like an

this truly the

get a clear look at the dean for the first time, and the first word that came to his mind when seeing the

would imagine a general

anything on the suit of

hair that went past his shoulders, and he had one of these beards that circled his

stack of papers in front of him, and Shang noticed that these were the papers Soran had prepared while

door," the dean said without looking up from the

still keeping the

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

that the density of Mana

ton of Mana from his surroundings. However, there was

and Inquisition Magic. As long as a High Mage

gesturing to

SHING!

chair appeared

but he followed

papers to the side

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

for a bit,

his sword shake for some reason, which made

had only shaken if

sword on the table," the

Shang's frown intensified.

his sword wasn't as

complied. There was

took out his sword and

felt like he had betrayed his sword. Up to now, it had only shaken when

surprised," the

at the dean, but

there are a lot of things you don't know," the dean said.