Reader Mage-Stubbing August 10! Chapter 60: 60-Do Not Assume A Construction Mage Will Automatically Be An Elementalist

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Before heading to class, Merlin decided to drop by the headmaster’s home unannounced. He had something he so urgently wanted to request for, and he believed sending an email would only delay him. However, that act of his brought about an even colder gaze from the headmaster’s maid, Eun-Wol, than she’d worn the last time he’d been here. “The headmaster is a busy man; you do not just drop by and expect him to be sitting around, always available,” she said, her tone a contrast to her stare, because it was scalding hot. Merlin understood. His action was a rude one, not taking into consideration how it affected others besides himself. After all, if he put himself in the headmaster’s shoes, he wouldn’t be exactly welcoming of constant visits from people without prior notice, even if they were students. Merlin was only relieved that he had been able to stop Hakyun and Chima from coming with him. Surely, that would have only made things worse. “I apologize,” he said with a slight bow in remorse. “But I needed to tell him something urgently, so I took the leap.” Maid Eun-Wol was silent for a few seconds, standing rigidly before the opened door of the mini mansion the headmaster had for a home. “Please do not let this repeat itself,” she said soon after. Merlin nodded. “The headmaster is not at home at the moment, however, if you can pass this urgent matter of yours onto me, then I will relay it to him as soon as he returns.” Merlin flushed slightly. This urgent matter of his, to her ears, would probably not be as urgent as he had made it out to be. Wouldn’t telling her only make her more angry? Seriously, any more of that chilly gaze of hers and he might as well turn into an icicle. But his only other option would be leaving and sending an email to the headmaster. Which, as he’d already inferred, would have him waiting for, perhaps, days for a reply. What was a little embarrassment in the grand scheme of things? He cleared his throat. “Please tell him that I would greatly appreciate it if he could grant me, uhm—clearance?—to use his home gym.” For the first time since he’d met maid Eun-Wol, Merlin glimpsed her bored expression falter, even if only for a moment. Her eyes widened as she blinked owlishly, her brows furrowed, and her flat lips curved downwards slightly. Yeah. He was embarrassed. “The urgent matter of yours is to use the headmaster’s gym?” she asked after she had cleared her throat. “Yes,” Merlin pushed through the awkwardness to reply. To be honest, it was really an urgent matter—that was if the headmaster had meant what he’d said about putting Merlin at the forefront in the advent of the Cataclysm. And that was because Merlin had tried his darndest these past few days, partaking in early morning jogs, push-ups, sit-ups, shadow boxing, but his growth had returned to the glacial hell it had been subjected to when he’d first received the System. There was barely any progress anymore; and if he did not throw himself into the comfort of a gym any time soon, it would only get worse concerning the role he had been given. And it was not like he could head out of the Academy grounds every day to go to a gym, and return in time for class. This was the only option he had left. Maid Eun-Wol sighed—apathetically, of course. Merlin had never seen or heard such a sigh before, but it was only normal to learn and experience new things at an Academy. “I will relay your message,” she said and retreated into the manor. “Do not return unannounced—not now, not ever—and wait for the headmaster’s reply. Have a good day.” The door slammed shut. Well, that had gone well. Construction 101 was the first on the newly admitted Mages’ timetable for Tuesday, and it was to be taken for an hour by Professor Dmitri Volkov from nine to ten, who Merlin couldn’t help but feel had something against his presence. Because as soon as the man had stepped into the class, he had shot a glare straight in his direction. Things were not going to go well this morning, w