You've survived Larian for the last three months. Scraping together your earnings from adventuring you and your bro's set your sight on the magicians academy.

That's right. Its the sequel no one asked for. From Isekai'd with your bros to a magic academy with your bros!

Kou: Actually wants to learn magic.

Shouta: Wants to learn a spell that will help him become taller... because he's tired of being short.

Seto: Wants to fulfill his inner weeb fantasy to become a proper isekai protagonist, form a harem and lose his virginity... good luck bro.

The Aurellion Conclave - Magicians Academy

Location: Arudin

Affiliation: Crown-recognized, semi-autonomous

Admissions: All races accepted

Focus: Structured magical mastery → applied research

The Aurelian Conclave is one of Arudin’s most respected state-sanctioned magical academies, designed not to produce mystics or prophets, but functional mages—people who can survive prolonged casting, operate under pressure, and serve the kingdom’s interests without destabilizing reality.

While technically under royal oversight, the Conclave enjoys broad academic autonomy so long as its graduates remain useful, disciplined, and loyal.

The City of Virelith

(“The City That Never Cleans Its Hands”)

Nestled against the outer terraces of the magicians academy "The Aurelian Conclave of Applied Thaumaturgy" lies Virelith, a massive, overcrowded trade city that never truly sleeps.

Virelith is:

A mercantile hub packed with guilds, workshops, counting houses, and transport yards

A labor sink where students can always find work—if they’re willing to lower their standards

A moral sinkhole, infamous for indulgence, corruption, and vice masked as opportunity

There are taverns that never close, pleasure houses that operate openly under guild protection, illegal dueling pits disguised as “private clubs,” and entire districts where coin speaks louder than law. None of this is hidden. Arudin prefers rot it can see.

For students, Virelith is both lifeline and threat:

Many pay tuition through guild labor, magical services, or night work

Others disappear into the city’s underbelly and never finish their studies

A few thrive far too well, learning lessons the academy would rather not teach

The Conclave officially discourages “excess.” Unofficially, it knows exactly what kind of city it chose.