Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 2, The Iron Maiden Originated in 750

"The Iron Maiden is a torture device. Researchers of continental history now generally believe that the inventor of the Iron Maiden was Duchess Bartolisia, who was active between the 750th and 790th years of the Continental Calendar. The frequent manufacture and use of the Iron Maiden, which made it famous and spread across the continent, was the Duchy of Lange, which was established on Duchess Bartolisia's territory after her demise."

"The characteristic of the Iron Maiden is that the internal cavity can accommodate a whole person, and there are a large number of spikes. Therefore, the prisoners who enter it will be pierced all over the body by the spikes. However, contrary to the first impression, the Iron Maiden is not a torture instrument for the purpose of execution. The spikes of a real Iron Maiden will be designed to avoid the vital parts of the prisoner, making him stay in a state of pain for a long time. Even for excellent Iron Maidens, dying from excessive bleeding is a luxury."

"So, the Iron Maiden is actually a torture device used for torture and interrogation. And being imprisoned in the Iron Maiden, especially like what you have seen."

Ritas pointed to the corner of the classroom.

"This is a very delicately designed Iron Maiden. Just stay calm and don't move around out of fear or pain. You will only be slightly injured in a short period of time. And if you get timely help before you die of hunger, weakness, and infection, your life will not be in danger."

"Well, let's call out the names next."

There was silence in the Yew Fir Wood class's classroom.

After seeing the Iron Maiden, the students in the classroom had the illusion that Ritas's voice came from far away, and was getting farther and farther away.

They were thinking about what the professor was saying in his rhythmic and rhythmic voice.

No.

Before that, why was there an iron maiden in this classroom?

Unconsciously, the orange-haired boy sitting in the last row put down his legs from the table, sat upright with his back straighter than anyone else's. His forehead was covered with sweat.

He had been observing Ritas and noticed that there was absolutely no emotion in Ritas's eyes, and the professor seemed not to have blinked since he entered the classroom.

Now that the professor reintroduced himself as a killer from somewhere, he was willing to believe it.

"Six students? That's a bit too many."

After taking a quick look at the list of Yewwood students, Ritas muttered to himself.

The atmosphere in the classroom became even more tense.

Except for the orange-haired boy who straightened his back a little, the other five students were also extremely nervous at this time.

They had more or less imagined what the person who would be their mentor for the next four years would be like. However, no matter how imaginative they were, they had never expected that the other party would introduce the Iron Maiden after introducing himself.

And it’s much more detailed than introducing yourself.

He was only slightly injured when he was put in jail, but tortured
Does this imply something?
If this is a unique course, then it is too abrupt and inexplicable. If this is just a performance art, then the artist himself is too serious.

"Grenville."

"Yes!"

The orange-haired boy responded loudly immediately.

Ritas observed Grenwell and felt that the student's voice was higher and shriller than he had imagined.

The student list simply listed the students' backgrounds and other relevant information worth mentioning. And Ritas saw that Grenville's information stated that he had joined the "Red Meteor" mercenary group since he was four years old.

What kind of people were recruited into this magic academy?

"Mercy Finn."

"Yes Yes!"

Why answer twice?

Perhaps because they had met once before, Merci was the most relaxed one among the students present. Facing Ritas's gaze, she responded with a shy smile.

Merci's profile did not contain any shocking information such as joining a mercenary group at the age of four. It only stated that she was a special student who was admitted to the school because of her talent in magic.

Ritas felt that these notes were unnecessary. After all, the number of civilian students in the entire academy was less than ten. Without the special students, the Yew Fir Wood School would not exist in the first place.

"Miriam."

"Yes!"

The one who responded was the silver-haired boy from the duo who were late earlier.

Miriam's profile, in addition to his magic proficiency, also noted that he entered the school through the church. The church that recommended Miriam's admission was the "Holy King Church" which was only popular in some areas in the southern part of the continent.

People from the church?

Ritas frowned slightly.

The various churches that dotted the continent were among the few things he explicitly disliked.

However, he would not be prejudiced against Miriam because of this disgust.

"Engri Velvedo."

"Yes!"

When he heard this response, Ritas showed a little surprise.

Because, until this moment he discovered that there was a person named Engel in this classroom.

Engeli is a black-haired teenager with a hairstyle that looks a bit like a mushroom, with the longer front hair completely covering his eyes.

Engel, with his head bowed and his back bent, sat in a very clever position, not on the side, not in the front, not in the center. He seemed to know where Ritas's blind spot was, and sat in a position that Ritas could easily overlook.

Ritas saw in Engri's information that he was from the "Holy Kingdom of Bransros" in the north.

Holy Bransoulos is a very ancient and outdated country, where the church is rampant and it is still full of some unreasonable customs and superstitions.

For example, black hair brings bad luck.

When Ritas went to Holy Bransolos, passers-by threw stones at him because he also had black hair.

Therefore, growing up in a country with so many problems, Engel's life so far must not have been very happy.

"Elise."

"Yes!"

Ritas's eyes turned to the center of the classroom following the sound of the response.

She was a big pink-haired girl. Just sitting there, she looked bigger than anyone else in the classroom. And it wasn't because of a body shape change, it was just that her skeleton and all the parts of her body were bigger than those of an average person.

Even without comparing him to Biritas, one could sense that when he stood next to Iris, he was at least a head shorter than the other.

Although it was not specified in Iris's information, Ritas suspected that Iris had the blood of orcs or giants.

Although Iris has a powerful body, her naturally droopy eyes give her a very gentle face.

"Finally, Sylvie Latras." "Yes!"

The exceptionally loud voice echoed in the classroom.

The loud-voiced student is a blonde girl.

Even without looking at the information, Ritas could guess the girl's background from the shiny gold edges on the girl's sleeves and the last name "Latras".

The president of the Yaojin Chamber of Commerce, a behemoth that spans the continent, is named Latras.

Sylvie, who was shining in every sense, seemed to have a habit of squinting her eyes from time to time.

At this point, Ritas had a general understanding of all the members of the Yew Fir School class that he managed.

What surprised Ritas was that these students with all kinds of backgrounds were surprisingly obedient. The dean had clearly asked him to be mentally prepared in advance.

Don't know why.

But then again, there were newly established classes, civilian students, and talented students with obvious academic performance imbalances. It could be said that there were several Yew Fir class members at the very beginning, factors that were destined to be incompatible with the Earls Higher School of Magic as a whole.

For a new tutor, is it really a good idea to assign such a class to him right away?
Ritas couldn't help but frown.

For him, the only advantage of the Yew Fir School may be that there are very few students.

There are a total of 132 freshmen at Earls College this year. In other words, the other six grades have an average of 20 students.

"The formal course will start tomorrow."

"For the rest of today, you can choose to get to know each other better. Or you can visit the seminars in the academy."

“There is no requirement to join seminars in the academy, but joining seminars is generally beneficial. However, it is much more difficult to quit a seminar than to join one, so you must be rational and cautious when choosing to join.”

"As for me, I can also help you solve academic difficulties and problems during the semester. However, this is limited to working hours. My working hours are from 8 am to 9 pm on weekdays with a curfew."

"As for the difficulties and problems in your daily life, in principle, you can also discuss them with me. However, I suggest that you rely more on the tutor assistant who will arrive at the college next week."

"at last."

Ritas lowered his eyes and looked at the list of names with obvious differences in length.

"From now on, you can just call me by my name, which is 'Ritas'."

As Ritas's voice fell, the metronome that had been beating the rhythm on the desk stopped.

"above."

After he finished speaking, Ritas took the information and quickly left the classroom.

Not until Ritas' figure completely disappeared did the six freshmen in the classroom breathe a sigh of relief.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but after Ritas left, the scenery outside the window seemed to be a little brighter.

Grenville, Miriam, and Iris were all standing around the Iron Maiden in the corner of the classroom, marveling at her. When the Iron Maiden's "door" opened and they saw the sharp spikes inside, they all swallowed their saliva.

Is it just a "minor injury"?
As the Iron Maiden's door closed, the tall Iris covered the top with the white cloth again, and the three civilians without surnames couldn't help but sigh.

The Noble Magic Academy might be a more dangerous place than you think.

night.

In his staff dormitory, Ritas stared at the white disc on the table.

In terms of magic, Ritas mainly studies the history of magic. In the process of research, he inevitably developed a strong interest in archaeology. Therefore, collecting antiques became one of Ritas' few hobbies.

When he came to his senses, Ritas's various houses were already filled with all kinds of "found" items. He used to be a bit of a germaphobe, but after a few years of collecting antiques, he had recovered from it.

And Ritas personally proved that academic knowledge and identification level cannot be equated.

In other words, although Ritas had brought in a lot of things, those antiques were basically just "ancient" in nature, and there were very few things that could be called real cultural relics.

The white disc in front of Ritas was actually purchased by him almost a month ago.

After studying it, Ritas concluded that this was the 47th time he had been fooled this year. He also began to doubt why he had spent a lot of money on this broken thing from a suspicious adventurer on the street, with no information about its age, origin, or purpose.

But maybe after life reaches its peak, there will always be a "rising" part.

Just the night before, the mysterious disc that Ritas had almost given up hope on suddenly "moved" on its own.

Following a mechanical sound, the center of the disk bulged upward in layers, and then an excited voice came from it.

“Damn it aaaaaa——I don’t recognize that thing as the sequel to Star Emblem!”

It was a female voice, and the language she used was subtly different from Ritas's, but the difference was not so great that Ritas could not understand it at all.

"What kind of intrigue happened in the production team to produce something that would rather destroy the IP than make everyone sick!"

"Who the hell is that yellow-haired guy? Why does he keep taking over the heroine of the previous game?"

“What is the protagonist of the previous game doing again! How can a hero who can save the world become such a coward! Is he just going to watch his harem run away or die?”

"The first part had such a perfect harem ending."

"Huhu——"

"calm."

"It's really no big deal."

"Just burn it. Just burn the game chip and pretend nothing happened. Maybe if you upload the video of these fevered things, it will become a small hit."

"Then I'll go back to the familiar 'Earth Academy' and continue living happily with my wives!"

".Ah! It's open. I'm back to this familiar interface! My dears!"

"Huh? Why is my save file gone? Did they update to a new major version?"

"That's alright! I can play the perfect ending again to review the plot and wash away the dirty stuff in my mind!"

“What was the beginning like? Oh, that’s right, it was the first day of school, when I met Merce in the auditorium! Wife—I’m so sorry, I suspected you were not a natural but a scheming person. I’m guilty—even if all the girls in the world who run and bump into people with bread in their mouths are suspected of putting on a show, you are the only one who is absolutely innocent!”

"You would rather jump into the abyss than let the yellow-haired guy touch you. Bah! What yellow-haired guy? There is no such thing as 'Star Chapter 2'. Get out of here. Get out of my mind now--!"

As the voice of "Get out" stopped echoing in the room, the white disk with its center retracted became quiet again.

In the previous few minutes, listening to this storm of words, Ritas frowned deeply.

What the hell is this? It's a mess.
(End of this chapter)