Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 268 The Last Work
"As expected of Professor Ritas."

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Below the award platform, gazing at Adeline who calmly accepted the name "Adelinea Angelia Ser Vintria," Kraft, after holding back for a long time, uttered these words of emotion.

What does this have to do with the professor? Well, this time it actually does.

Grenville, somewhat speechless, began to carefully observe Adeline throughout the day.

He almost wanted to snatch Crafoord's glasses and use them as binoculars or something.

"Hey Clara, are you mistaken? Is Teacher Adeline really a princess?"

Although he vaguely recalled some of his experiences during the summer, Glennwell still found it hard to believe.

Moreover, perhaps it was the "bonus" of her princess status, but Glennwell felt that this teacher, whom he often saw and who was always arrogant and seemed to look down on everyone, appeared more noble and beautiful than usual.

"How could there be a mistake?"

Clafor frowned.

"It's truly unbelievable that Your Highness would come to a magic academy to serve as a tutor's assistant."

“You’re overthinking it, Clara. You always think that members of the royal family are different from ordinary people like us, that they eat with gold cutlery and gold plates. But in reality, they are also human beings, and they have to make a living. So, it’s perfectly normal for them to do some work.”

For some reason, Glennwell became calm and composed, and began to lecture Crafoord with an air of knowledge.

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It would be strange if it were normal.

Crafoord was too lazy to argue with Grenwell.

Compared to ordinary people who are truly unreachable from the royal family, it is often those of noble birth, like Crafoord, who have some connection to the corresponding social class, who show greater respect for members of the royal family.

It was precisely because of this thorough understanding that Crafoord realized how incredible and rare it was to be able to get close to a princess and communicate with her.

Even the harsh words he received from Adeline this semester now seem like an "honor" in retrospect.

Just as those who understood the complex emotions and those whose minds were blank were pointing and gesturing on the stage, the awards ceremony began.

The generous prize money and the increased fame of the works and artists are certainly reasons why the "Mograine Art Competition" attracts so many artists to compete every year. But the special prizes prepared for the winners each year are equally famous.

As the staff carrying the prizes took to the stage, the audience below stirred up another commotion.

The staff member was holding an inconspicuous wooden box, but some people became incredibly excited.

This time, even the more learned Crafoord was somewhat puzzled. But after patiently listening to the conversations around him, he roughly understood the situation.

There were rumors that the "Yicai" master, who had supposedly retired, would participate in this year's judging. However, in reality, "Yicai" never appeared, neither as a participant nor as a judge.

Now, looking at the simple yet unique wooden box, some enthusiastic supporters of the "extraordinary" style have finally found out where the "colorful" aspect of this tasting event truly lies.

On the awards platform.

Although he was wearing the same uniform as the staff of the judging panel, the young man, whose gaze was different from the others and who did not appear dull, walked up carrying a wooden box in both hands.

Before he could get close, several of Princess Adeline's personal guards rushed up and surrounded him.

At the princess's instruction, the knight did not make things difficult for the staff member. He simply searched the staff member carefully to make sure he was not carrying any suspicious items before letting him pass.

"This is the winning prize, the 'Outstanding Work'."

The young man's words, spoken without lowering his voice, once again elicited cheers from the audience.

The young man was stopped again, keeping a distance of about ten paces from the princess. After a guard inspected the wooden box, he handed it over on her behalf.

After taking the wooden box, Adeline looked the young man up and down, then stared at him for a moment.

A hint of doubt appeared on her usually calm face.

"It is said that all of the works by the 'Extraordinary Colors' master have a serial number. Recently, an Extraordinary Colors work with the serial number 9 exhibited by the Latras Chamber of Commerce has become very popular. But this one does not seem to have a serial number."

Adeline stared intently into the young man's rarely blinking eyes as she spoke.

"Because this is the last piece of 'Yicai'."

The young man responded.

His reaction was somewhat unusual. After all, as a staff member who had simply brought the prizes up, he could have easily brushed off such questions by saying he "didn't know."

As expected, his words were overheard by some people in the audience, which drew insults such as "What gives you the right to represent the master?"

As the insults intensified, Adeline's action of turning her attention back to the wooden box in her hands and preparing to open it calmed the commotion below considerably.

On this day, a large portion of those who were willing to arrive early at this venue to watch the awards ceremony were people who had an interest in and knowledge of the arts.

Therefore, apart from those who have attended the Latras family dinner, many people are looking forward to the "extraordinary" work after many years.

As the simple wooden box was opened, the dazzling spectacle that everyone had been eagerly anticipating began as scheduled.
Somewhere in the area, the members of the Darkin were watching their planned scheme unfold.

"Heh, what do you mean? You say we're useless this time, but in the end we'll still need to rely on our strength?"

Each member present held up their business card and made a provocative sound.

The voice came from "Thousand Faces" (number 0012).

"The simplest tasks should naturally be assigned to the most useless people."

Princess Qiu, number 0027, who seems to have a poor relationship with "Thousand Faces" and "White Page" number 0021, mocked.

Princess Qiu's words, on the whole, were not simply a matter of being stubborn.

The day before, they infiltrated Erles Academy and the "Mograine Art Appraisal Meeting." Furthermore, through the power of the Thousand Faces and the White Pages, they controlled everyone present, further orchestrating the "Princess Assassination" through their "puppets." This was merely the initial step in all the objectives they, the "Darkborn," would be carrying out at the academy that day.

"If it weren't for that princess insisting on some 'grand finale,' it would have been so much trouble to just kill her."

Princess Qiu looked at Adeline on the awards platform in the distance and said with a frown.

"Oh? This is jealousy? You, the fake princess, are jealous of the real princess?"

Even as the curtain was about to rise, the Darkin members, showing no sense of urgency, continued to attack each other.

In contrast to the confrontational scene on the other side, the situation was much more harmonious on the side of "Fireworks Maker" (number 0009) and "Ash" (number 0018). "The master's skills are truly becoming more and more exquisite. If the master weren't uninterested, there would be no 'brilliance' to speak of in the field of magical arts."

Ash, who had been so listless just two days ago that he could only be dragged along, seemed to have recovered today and spoke to the fireworks maker in a very obsequious manner.

Completely ignoring the surrounding noise and the flattery of the ashes, the fireworks craftsman, focused solely on his mission objective, watched the young man carrying the wooden box walk onto the awards platform, and suddenly shouted...
"White pages!"

The strange voice emanating from the gas mask was still filled with severity.

"That's not someone we control, what's going on?"

Amidst the firework maker's angry shouts, the previously rather nonchalant crowd suddenly paused and looked over as well.

They didn't know how the fireworks maker had figured out that the young man wasn't under the control of the white pages. Princess Qiu simply unfolded the book in her hand and handed it to the fireworks maker.

On the open pages, the stone-like face representing the Darkin member of the White Pages is tightly closed, showing no response to the inquiries from others.

"problem occurs?"

On the business card, Qianmian made a confused sound.

Although, due to the "Darkin" mechanics, the top thirty members often fight each other.

However, as a group that can come together to carry out a mission, they still know each other to some extent.

For a moment, everyone was puzzled as to how the white page, with its special abilities, could possibly cause "trouble."

"What exactly is it?"

what happened?

As the person in charge of this operation, the fireworks craftsman looked at the young man who had already handed the wooden box to Adelinea with a puzzled expression.

Although the young man was not controlled by the white pages, his actions seemed to be proceeding according to plan.

Who exactly is he, and what does he want to do?
It's true that if you live long enough, you'll see all sorts of things.

Their infiltration operation, which was intended to kill and attack, was instead infiltrated by someone else.
In the midst of this sudden anomaly, before the fireworks makers and others could even react, Princess Adelinea opened the wooden box.

As far as the eye can see, there are waves of sand, a vast and dense mass of grains, spiraling outwards.

Centered on the wooden box, it seems that every grain of sand has been soaked in a different color.

Countless colors intertwine and separate, constantly combining to create magnificent halos that are impossible to name.

The countless grains of sand scattered out seemed to showcase the birth and transformation of all the colors in the world. A chaotic, disordered yet distinctly layered visual feast kept viewers glued to their screens, afraid that even a fleeting moment of darkness would cause them to miss hundreds of color shifts.

The viewers never imagined that one day they would be amazed by the sight of just some sand being scattered and flying.

At the closest distance, watching countless colors burst forth from her hands, fluttering and finally settling on the ground to form a dazzling painting, Princess Adeline remained stunned for a long time before slowly closing her slightly open mouth.

"This has completely robbed my paintings of color."

After a long pause, Adeline said this.

At that moment, she seemed to have completely forgotten what she was supposed to do and the situation she was in.

They were simply captivated by the fleeting splendor, trying to understand why "magical art" could drive people to madness and frenzy.

A mage who manipulates all colors at will.

It wasn't until the day "Yicai" officially chose to retire that people finally understood the meaning behind this code name.

"If your work is finished, it won't make much difference. These 'extraordinary' works are ultimately just things that provide a brief sensory stimulation. As similar things become more and more common, viewers gradually become accustomed to the varied colors, and sooner or later they will lose their luster. But truly excellent paintings can endure for much longer."

The young man who brought the wooden box looked at Adeline's self-portrait and said this.

His words were largely drowned out by the thunderous cheers from below. Otherwise, such a self-righteous assessment would surely have once again provoked the anger of the "Yicai" supporters below.

"Is this the reason why the 'Divine Colors' Master had to retire? By the way, my work is finished."

"That's not the only reason. I still maintain that this work is a work in progress."

The young man gazed at the mirror in the painting, a mirror that the princess could reach out and touch but reflected nothing, and shook his head as he spoke.

"Does this last work by the master 'Yicai' have a name? In the past, the master only added numbers to his works, probably because he didn't like to give them names. But this work doesn't even have a number, so it should at least have a name."

"name."

The young man whispered as he walked toward Adeline.

Immediately, the guard knight, who already found the young man extremely suspicious, sternly rebuked him for not moving and stepped forward to try to stop him.

And it was at this very moment that the wooden box, which should have completed its mission after scattering a large amount of sand, began to create a hurricane.

A sudden gust of wind blew everything around them away, leaving only the young man, who had already moved to the side of the wheelchair, and Adeline in the center.

The colorful sand grains, which had been swept up by the wind, slowly gathered in an orderly spiral trajectory onto the young man's right hand.

The sand grains accumulated, gradually rising like a small tower on the youth's right hand.
Until his hand made a grasping and squeezing motion, gripping the bottom of the already solid "tower".

In an instant, the outer layer of sand fell off, revealing a sharp glint of light.

The youth's left hand also gathered sand grains, which coalesced into a half-mask representing "extraordinary colors".

"To put it simply, let's call it 'The Blade That Grants the Princess Eternal Sleep'."

In the face of the tight time constraints, the already revealed "Yi Cai" calmly raised the longsword in her hand.

Perhaps this master is unable to use offensive magic, and even if he has practiced swordsmanship, his skills are terrible.

However, he could still gracefully thrust his sword at an opponent who would not fight back, using the most standard posture.

The crimson hue, more vibrant than any other unusual color, scattered and dispersed in the eye of the hurricane.

Amidst countless screams and roars, and countless stares.

The renowned magical artist of Spring City, "Colorful," pierced Princess Adeline's chest with a sharp blade.

(End of this chapter)