Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 1: Is there a girl holding a piece of bread at the entrance of the academy?

It was spring.

Earls Higher School of Magic has ushered in the biennial orientation season.

At the entrance of the auditorium where the entrance ceremony was about to be held, the young professor Ritas stood beside the door like a statue.

Ritas Berengrom Elson.

He was dressed in a solemn, serious black robe, with intricate silver embroidery on the collar. The shoes sticking out from under the robe were made of the finest leather, as if they had been polished and were spotless.

Ritas is a visible weirdo.

But this strangeness was not reflected in all the details of his body, which seemed to be as clean as if he had a mysophobia. It was just because he was holding a metronome in his right hand, which was slightly higher than his shoulder.

Da da da.

The hands of the metronome always move back and forth at the same speed, making a sound that is only slightly higher than the sound of the hands of a clock.

But it's still annoying.

Ritas believes that with the current magic technology, pocket watches are not perfect and there will always be some errors in timing. In contrast, metronomes are trustworthy.

Inside the auditorium, the entrance ceremony was about to begin, and the metronome in Ritas's hand was telling him who was counting all the time, "If you don't get in now, you'll be late."

However, Ritas did not mind. As a person with poor team coordination, he had no intention of attending the ceremony which he thought was meaningless.

The reason he appeared here was simply out of curiosity.

Mercy.

Since yesterday, no, to be more precise, since the early morning of this day, this name has been lingering in Ritas's mind.

Will it really appear?

Ritas was curious.

Although he didn't fully understand the meaning of words like "natural" and "scheming", his rationality still made him unwilling to believe that a woman who could come to this advanced magic academy would not feel the slightest bit of intelligence while holding a piece of bread and bumping into strangers.

Time passes minute by minute.

Just when Ritas felt that he was really sick for wasting time on such boring things.

Following a voice that seemed to be slurring its words and shouting "It's late, it's late", a blue figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the auditorium.

The girl, holding a canvas bag in front of her chest with both hands, rushed forward as if she was going to capture and kill someone around the corner.

Just as the girl was about to hit Ritas, Ritas stretched out his free hand and pointed in the direction of the girl.

Suddenly, a strange breeze gathered between the two of them, creating a cushion-like effect that bounced the girl away, and before the girl fell to the ground, it gently supported her body.

It actually exists.
Ritas thought so in his heart as he stared at the piece of bread held by the girl in front of him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry—"

In front of the auditorium of the Magic Academy, Ritas looked at the blue-haired girl in front of him.

The blue-haired girl was wearing the brown uniform of Earls Academy with a white bow tie at the collar, representing the junior grade.

She looked a bit disheveled. Her naturally curly long hair was a mess, the bow tie that was supposed to be in front of her neck had slipped down to her chest, and a few buttons on her uniform were obviously out of place.

Moreover, her apologetic posture was also very strange, because she tried to hide the piece of bread she had been holding behind her back, but she seemed to have forgotten that she had been bending down.

So, for a while, the time that Ritas spent face to face with the blue-haired girl was less than the time he spent staring at the piece of bread.

"My name is Ritas Elson, and I am the professor of magic at this academy."

Ritas interrupted the blue-haired girl's continued apology.

"what"

The blue-haired girl, who seemed to have no idea why Ritas introduced himself, raised her head and looked at him blankly.

"Name, your name?"

"Oh sorry! My name is Mercy Finn! Professor Elson."

Looking at Ritas's suddenly furrowed brows, Merci, who thought that her inappropriate response had further angered the other party, lowered her head again.

In fact, the reason why Ritas frowned was because of the turmoil in his heart.

He actually met the girl holding a piece of bread in front of the auditorium. The girl was really called Mercy, just as the "voice" said.

Do gods or prophecies really exist in this world?
Ritas temporarily suppressed his inner thoughts. Because, on the other side, the girl Mercy, who was full of unreality, started a cycle of apology again.

"Cadet Finn."

"Yes Yes!"

Mercy, who was still in a state of panic, answered immediately.

"First of all, I can understand your anxiety about being late. But this shouldn't be a reason for you to choose to bump into others directly."

"Well, it's not like that. My eyes were blocked before, so I couldn't see what was ahead."

Mercy stopped apologizing and spoke in a slow tone.

"Can't you see ahead?"

Facing Ritas's doubts, Merci once again held the bread in her mouth. When it was hanging naturally, the bread was below her mouth, but when she lifted it up, the large bread covered Merci's eyes.

"."

"That's it."

After explaining, Mercy quietly raised her eyes to look at the young professor in front of her. Then, she found that the serious professor's expression became more sinister.

".Strictly speaking, you will be considered an official student of Earls only after this entrance ceremony. So, I am not qualified to say anything more now. However, it is just a suggestion. I think your behavior of eating in the auditorium will attract more attention than being late."

After saying this, Ritas, who had no reason to stay, planned to leave.

After hearing Ritas's advice, Merci nodded with a bright expression, "You make sense!" and stuffed the bread into her mouth. Then, as expected, she choked.

So, why didn't she put the bread away for the time being? In fact, it wouldn't be a big deal to save such a breakfast, right? Or maybe she could have eaten it on the way here. Ritas really couldn't understand the thinking circuit of this Merci student. And he didn't want to understand it either. Anyway, if he had better luck, he probably wouldn't meet this student again.

Ritas raised his fingers on his free hand again.

A breeze blew up from the flower beds surrounding the auditorium, and the petals caught in the breeze gathered in Ritas's hand the next moment, forming a small cup.

As the water element particles in the air condensed into the petal cup, Ritas handed it to Merci and turned away.

By the time Merci drank the water and came back to her senses, Ritas had already gone far away.

The duration of the magic disappeared, and the delicate cup dispersed, turning into petals that slipped across Merci's fingertips.

Looking at the petals scattered all over the ground, Merci was lost in thought for a moment, then hurriedly tried to collect all the petals.

At the same time, a problematic student who was also late on the day of the entrance ceremony came hurriedly to the front of the auditorium.

Hey. This guy is already late and still has the time to pick up flower petals.
Thinking of this, the silver-haired boy simply glanced at Merci, then sneaked in from the corner of the auditorium door.

It was noon on the first day of school.

In the third teaching building on the west campus of Earls Higher School of Magic, Ritas sighed in front of the door of a classroom.

Ritas has never encountered any setbacks in his life so far.

He was admitted to Earls Higher School of Magic as an exception at the age of thirteen, and graduated as the head of the school at the age of fifteen, and joined Earls Institute of Magic as a professor's assistant. At the age of eighteen, he was appointed as an associate professor. Moreover, before the mentor apprenticeship period that began at the age of eighteen was over, he became a formal professor at the age of twenty.

He is the third youngest professor in the history of magic, and the books he compiled and edited have now become important reference materials for major magic academies.

And such a person, who just celebrated his 21st birthday, had to become a mentor and spend four years with the academy's new Yew Fir student.

For a pure academic researcher, these four years were more or less wasted.

Ritas himself does not lack the salary paid by the college to tutors.

But he had to do it because it was a necessary step to go to the "Hall of Wisdom" for further study.

In the oldest holy city of Fogodo on the continent, there is a huge library that is said to have gathered all the wisdom of mankind in history. The palace complex built around the library is the palace of wisdom that all researchers on the continent yearn for.

With Ritas' current academic achievements, it is more than enough for him to apply for further study at the Hall of Wisdom. Moreover, as Earls's "treasure", all the relevant personnel of the college, including the dean, are willing to provide assistance to Ritas.

However, there is a rule in the Hall of Wisdom, which is that only "successful mentors" are qualified to enter.

The Hall of Wisdom and its management organization are as ancient as the Holy City of Fogodo. Therefore, these systems and regulations are old and cannot be easily changed.

Plus, these requirements are most likely part of the "ritual" for entering the Hall of Wisdom.

So even Ritas had no choice but to accept it all.

As for what it takes to be a “successful mentor”.

Ritas thinks that it is unrealistic to expect students to produce academic achievements that will shock the industry during their four years in the academy. Secondly, after graduation, even if students achieve great success in the future, it is hard to say how much of it is related to their former mentors.

Therefore, as long as the students of the Zishanmu School can graduate alive and well, it should be considered a success enough.

Pushing open the door of the classroom, Ritas walked in.

The classrooms at Earls College are basically in the form of conference halls.

Inside the spacious space, seats are arranged in an orderly manner in a stepped pattern surrounding the podium in the center.

The carefully carved oak seats and the smooth marble floor showed that Earls was an expensive aristocratic school. The chandeliers inlaid with magic crystals, the magic runes everywhere, and the blackboard with automatically changing words floating on it showed that Earls was an ancient magic school.

The huge classroom could probably hold more than a hundred people at full capacity, and even more if they squeezed in. But now, there were only a few new students, scattered in various corners.

Walking up to the podium, Ritas placed the metronome in his hand on the desk.

He took a quick look and found three students left a deep impression on him.

One of them was an orange-haired boy sitting in the last row of the classroom, in the corner farthest from the podium. His hairstyle was a bit like a pineapple, and there was a very obvious scar on his rectangular face full of determination.

At this moment, he was sitting with his legs crossed on the long table in front of his seat, as if he was exuding an aura of "I'm not easy to mess with" to the people around him.

The other one was the blue-haired girl sitting in the front row of the classroom, Merci.

Although Ritas had prepared himself mentally, he still felt a little troubled when he saw that Merci was really a student of the Yew Fir School. When Merci saw him, she also showed a look of surprise.

The last one was the silver-haired boy who was sitting in the front row with Merci.

When Ritas left the auditorium, he vaguely saw the figure of this young man who was also late like Merci. He just didn't expect that the only two "promising" students who were late on the first day of school would gather in his small Yew Fir class.

Although the silver-haired boy and Merci were sitting in the same row, there was a great distance between them and they didn't seem to communicate much with each other.

Come to think of it, if I hadn't appeared in front of the auditorium under normal circumstances, would Mercy have bumped into this silver-haired student?
This thought flashed through Ritas's mind for a moment.

I have to say, it’s an amazing feeling to have changed the “future” without even realizing it.

After a rough observation, Ritas cleared his throat and tapped the magic blackboard that floated behind him.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Ritas Berengrom Elson. I am a professor of magic. In the next four years, I will be the Yewwood class, which means I will be your academic advisor."

As Ritas spoke, a summary of his words appeared on the magic blackboard.

It's spring.

Before Ritas began his second speech, a playful spring breeze blew into the classroom through the open window.

Since arriving in this classroom, there is one thing that has always made the students curious. That is, there is something placed in the corner of the classroom alongside the bookshelf, covered with a layer of white cloth.

Just in time, this gust of wind blew the white cloth down.

After seeing clearly what was beneath the white cloth, the atmosphere in the classroom, which had been somewhat lax, suddenly became tense.

The rustling sound of the white cloth falling to the ground also attracted Ritas's gaze.

Looking at the large metal product covered with rust, Ritas organized his words and spoke again.

"That's the Iron Maiden."

At the right moment, the words "Iron Maiden" appeared in slightly hideous handwriting on the blackboard behind Ritas.

(End of this chapter)