Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 269 The Academy Transformed into a Battlefield

The sand and dust that made the gale incredibly turbid were all concentrated in the hands of "Yi Cai".

On the outer side of the fierce winds, so strong that no one could approach, almost everyone could clearly see the horrific scene at the center of the wind field.

The third princess of the Holy Kingdom of Libera, Adeline Angelia Ser Vintria, bloomed briefly and withered quickly, like a beautiful flower.

On the blood-stained "stage," Adelinea, whose body was completely pierced, was already lifeless.

"What the hell are you doing, you beast!"

Amidst the clamor, a young man's grief-stricken voice rang out with unparalleled clarity.

Blake Hepburn, ostensibly the Grand Master of the Spring City Guard Knights, returned to his original post that day, appearing at the scene as a member of the Princess's personal guard. The usually carefree Blake Hepburn now had bloodshot eyes and charged onto the stage like a madman.

No one knows whether he still wants to save the prince he swore allegiance to, or whether he wants to bring the wicked criminals to justice.

Because the relentless gale still wouldn't allow anyone to get close.

The chaotic scene suddenly filled with a flurry of ashes, like the ash from burnt paper, as it drifted through the air.

Faced with an even more shocking sight, no one noticed the presence of these ashes at first glance.

Until the next moment, all the ashes exploded like bombs.

boom!
A series of explosions, a resounding boom from all directions.

The blast wave caused by the explosion collided with the hurricane on the platform, suddenly causing a large amount of white mist to spread out.

In the blink of an eye, a figure wearing a gas mask tore through the white mist and stepped onto the stage.

What the Darkin member "Fireworker" saw on stage was "Otherworldly Splendor" staring at him indifferently and ready for anything.

The sword he had been holding was still resting on the princess's body, while the mask in his other hand now covered her face.

Thus, the radiant beauty that freed up her hands was displayed by slightly raising them.

The fireworks maker keenly sensed the magical particles rapidly coalescing into shape using the extraordinary hands of the firework artist.

Is it a large-scale high-level magic?

In other words, it was only at this moment that Yi Cai truly began to unleash his magic. All the previous commotion was due to pre-planned actions.

Suddenly, the firework maker who had rushed up realized he might have fallen into a trap. Faced with the magic his opponent was about to unleash, he adopted a completely defensive stance.

However, as the magical particles surged and burst forth, the anticipated "test" did not befall the fireworks maker.

Shaking off the arm that had been blocking his way, the fireworks maker found himself enveloped in an environment of endless icy mist.

The silver world that spread across the entire venue essentially blocked everyone's view.

Even with the firework maker's perception, he completely lost sight of his target for a moment.

"grown ups!"

As the voice from "Ash" resounded, the Darkin briefly gathered together.

"Chase!"

After giving brief instructions, the firework maker, who regained his senses the fastest, led the group in pursuit of the direction in which Yi Cai had fled.

The icy fog dissipated.

Amidst the constant wails of agony, everyone hoped that everything that had happened before was just a nightmare.

But reality tells them that the nightmare is far from over.

The hurricane on the platform was manageable, but the ash and explosions that followed caused considerable damage.

Those closest to the platform suffered the most casualties, especially the royal guards of the Third Princess, Adelinea.

However, among the guards knights who lay scattered around the award platform, none of them, as long as they were still conscious, cared about the pain in their bodies.

They were just searching.

But neither the princess, who should have been in a wheelchair, nor the assassin "Yi Cai" had both vanished without a trace.

Only that pool of exceptionally bright red blood revealed what had happened there before.

Most of the ordinary guests had already fled when the incident occurred.

Therefore, most of those still at the scene were people who had come in an organized manner.

For example, the foreign guests from the other three magic academies besides Bayano and Ers.

Amidst the spreading despair and fear, a figure walked through the crowd of panicked people and stood beside the pool of blood on the stage.

The young man, draped in a pure white cloak, gazed with a compassionate expression at the princess's guards, who, having lost their leader, were now swarming around like headless flies.

"It is truly heartbreaking that such a devastating event occurred at such a hopeful and promising exchange meeting."

In such a setting, any words of comfort would sound like sarcastic remarks to the princess's guards.

However, the young man's voice seemed to possess a special magic, gradually calming not only the princess's guards nearby, but also the guests below who were pushing, trampling, and fleeing.

At that moment, everyone present looked at the young man on the stage, and it seemed as if a bright light was gathering around him.

My name is Gramore.

The young man, who called himself Gramor, introduced himself in this way, crossing one hand over his chest and stretching the other out to the sky at an angle, making a dramatic and exaggerated gesture.

"As a scholar, I cannot allow myself to remain indifferent to such atrocities—"

"'The Crimson Arbiter'!"

As Gramor shouted, those present who had heard of the "Crimson Arbiter" all showed expressions of astonishment.

Before long, a group of guards dressed in full red armor walked onto the platform and surrounded Gramor.

"In the name of the 'Hall of Wisdom,' I beseech you, noble and loyal warriors, to vanquish all evil that ravages this academy!"

Boom!
The Crimson Guards, known as the Blood Arbiters, slammed the handles of their weapons into the ground in response to the "Hall of Fame Scholars."

As the Crimson Judges appeared, a tall, hooded figure in the shadows nearby revealed a playful smile.

Although it differs from the plan, there is no doubt that now is the perfect time to throw the entire academy into chaos.

Emerging from the shadows, the tall figure prepares to add fuel to the fire that is now burning.

"What the hell is this."

On a building near the obstacle course of the Mythical Beasts obstacle course.

Upon seeing "Yi Cai" appear, Sylvie, who knew her identity, showed an expression of utter surprise. And after Yi Cai assassinated Adelinea, Sylvie's expression turned to disbelief.

what is the problem?

Before Sylvie could even figure it out, the vortex that had already begun to spin completely was escalating the situation as if it were about to engulf everything around it.

An unidentified organization launched a surprise attack, and the "Crimson Arbiter" appeared at the most sensitive moment.

Sylvie immediately realized that the current situation was far beyond the scope of what a mere student like her could handle.

In short, let's get out of this dangerous situation first.
But where can one escape to?

Although it was merely an incident that occurred on the course of the Beast Obstacle Course, a very small part of the Erles Academy as a whole, Sylvie suddenly felt that the entire academy was in danger.

She subconsciously wanted to rely on the person in the academy who was the most reliable.

But now, that person is clearly at the very center of the incident. What they are doing is completely unknown.

So, as a second-best option, they could seek the protection of the Latras family.

Since the day before, her stepsister, Platina Latras, had been acting suspiciously. Perhaps she was up to something too.

So, whenever something happens, she becomes a pitiful person who can't rely on anyone?
Suddenly feeling a bit uneasy, Sylvie's gaze fell upon the figures of the Purplewood Class.

Squinting, Sylvie noticed that next to Elise, who stood out most prominently, was another student from the Higher Division, in addition to Glennwell and Crafoord.

Sylvie, who originally didn't want to meet up with her classmates, carefully analyzed the combination.

I won't talk about senior students I'm not very familiar with.

Elise, you have no brains.

Grenville is brainless.

Kraft looks smart, but he's actually not.

In short, they are a group of people who are in great danger in this uncertain situation.

With a helpless sigh, Sylvie joined them.

Soon after.

“Sylvie!”

Upon seeing Sylvie approaching from afar, both Elise and Grenville showed expressions of surprise and delight.

Indeed, they were like headless flies, but seeing the rather decisive Sylvie, they finally had someone to rely on. They began to follow Sylvie's instructions and head towards a safer place away from the arena.

"Damn it! What's going on?! Teacher Adeline just turned into a princess, and then..."

Recalling a scene he might never forget for the rest of his life, Grenville said in a slightly trembling voice.

Now, the images replaying in his mind are less about gore and more about a kind of "beauty" that he can't quite describe. The two people on stage at the time seemed to be acting out a play, lacking any sense of reality. But it was by no means a play; it was a real tragedy unfolding before his eyes.

"No matter what, Ms. Adeline taught us. So, shouldn't we go and catch that assassin and avenge our teacher?"

Elise, clearly in low spirits, said this.

Although she was somewhat impulsive, she knew what was important and consulted with her companions.

"Go catch the assassins or anything! All we can do is protect ourselves and not cause trouble for the teachers!"

Claf, his face ashen, stammered.

Although he gained considerable experience from the maze incident last semester, his natural tendency to go blank and tremble when in danger cannot be improved by just one or two "training sessions."

"Damn it, we really should transfer out of here. Why does something always happen near the end of each semester? Anyway, anyway! Everyone, don't wander off. What we need to do now is find a teacher, find Professor Genlisi! We need to find a way to contact the professor!"

Although it sounds a bit cowardly, Kraft's response is clearly the wisest under the current circumstances.

just
"professor."

Sylvie hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Is it possible that the assassin who killed the princess was our professor?
So, can someone explain why?
Surely the professor couldn't have been so fed up with his assistant's negligence that he took such drastic measures to "dismiss" him?

“Cadet Kraft is right. We should seek protection from an adult while we have the chance. I have a bad feeling that something else might happen next. The teachers’ whereabouts are unpredictable, and we don’t know if unfamiliar teachers are reliable. Relatively speaking, the Root Law Society’s base doesn’t move around much, so it should be more reliable. Therefore, let’s go to the Root Law Society.”

Sylvie's words were echoed by the others.

Hearing four voices responding, Sylvie turned her gaze to the person she had been trying to ignore.

"Who is this senior student?"

"It's Senior Langna."

Elise gave a somewhat disjointed introduction, while Kraft, as if suddenly finding a lifeline, said...

"Yes, we also have Senior Sister Langna. Senior Sister Langna has the strength of an archmage. If we are in danger, she is more reliable than some teachers who specialize in academic research!"

"Oh, you guys can just treat me as an ordinary student."

Suddenly under everyone's gaze, Langna, like Kraft, stammered.

Let alone her current state of "loss of magic." Even in her healthy state, Langna, who has already been given the nickname "Cowardly Older Sister" by some goddess in a place she herself is unaware of, would most likely be unable to perform at all in the face of real danger.

The group of students chatted as they walked quickly along the academy's pathways.

Before they had gone far, a violent shaking suddenly came from beneath their feet.

earthquake?

at this time?
Before Sylvie and the others could even lament Erles' misfortune, natural and man-made disasters struck at the same time.

As the earthquakes became more intense and frequent, the crowd, who were barely able to stand, suddenly saw the garden ground not far ahead crack open from bottom to top.

Accompanied by a shrill sound, appeared a gigantic worm with a gaping maw and rows of sharp teeth.

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At this moment, Sylvie didn't know whether to say that her premonition was accurate or that she was a jinx.

Within Earls College, war began to break out.

As "nest demons" and worms continued to emerge from the academy's underground, nearly half of the academy's area quickly turned into a sea of ​​monsters.

As if the monsters' attack wasn't chaotic enough, the "Darkborn" members causing trouble everywhere, the Crimson Arbiters targeting unknown individuals, and opportunists of unclear origin quickly turned the entire academy into battlefield after battlefield.

Faced with this situation, where is the headmistress, "Tree Witch" Livis, who should bear the most responsibility?
At this moment, Livis was in her office, looking lazily at Gran, the president of the Academy's Crown Council, who had appeared before her.

(End of this chapter)