Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 270 The Mysterious Academy

"You dared to come in without knocking, you've grown quite bold, you old man."

In the Dean's office, Livis smiled contemptuously as she watched the Council Chairman, Gran, walk straight into the room.

"You can only remain so arrogant now, 'Tree Witch.' Or perhaps you still haven't realized your predicament?"

With a heavy slam of his cane into the ground, Gran, who was already old and hunched over like a boomerang, spoke with an air of authority.

"'Tree Witch'? That's not a word you're qualified to utter. But, at this point, a little offense won't hurt. Are you sure you really dare to speak to me alone without a dozen or so people surrounding you?"

Livis, who was spinning in the swivel chair, stopped spinning, leaned slightly to the side, and raised her eyes to glance at Gran.
"You've already been reeking of decay for a long time. Don't go any further and leave even more unsightly marks in my house."

When Livis stared at him, Gran's face involuntarily twitched.

"You always seem to be looking down from above, as if you're watching a group of ants you can crush at will."

"Does having this feeling mean that you've done something as insignificant as insects, and you're aware of your own shortcomings?"

Facing an elderly man with white hair, who seemed to be accusing her of harboring resentment for decades, Livis simply spoke indifferently and turned her chair back to face Gran.

“I hate change, so naturally nothing will change. So, if things you could accept before have suddenly become unacceptable in recent years, isn't the problem with yourself?”

Livis continued speaking casually in a somewhat unsteady voice.

“We’ve known each other for a long time, old man. So, I’ve watched you grow from a little thing into the old man you are now. Have you ever thought about when your eyes became so murky, and when they started to emanate such a foul stench?”

"Livi!"

"Shut up. And if you're just here to argue with me, get out. How many times do I have to tell you before you realize how awful you are?"

Gran, who subconsciously shut his mouth, was visibly flushed red, whether from anger at Livis's harsh words or from a genuine sense of his own inadequacy.

"Alright! Then today, let's settle the score!"

"Ha, I haven't even settled accounts with you, and you want to settle accounts with me?"

Perhaps Gran's words were too ridiculous, because Livis turned around again and looked at the old man, who was almost unrecognizable from his former self.

Ritas's report had already clearly stated that Speaker Gran was the biggest "parasite" in the academy. However, more than half a semester had passed, and Livis still hadn't dealt with Gran.

Whether as the headmistress of the academy or as the Tree Witch.

"You, why?"

With a playful expression, Livia questioned Gran.

At this moment, Gran, revealing his true, ferocious nature, trembled violently with a狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) expression.

As he trembled, his back began to swell and bulge.

Spiral—

Gran's clothes were torn to shreds. His entire upper body and back had transformed into a giant eyeball.

After his eyes slowly rolled a few times, Gran let out a mournful "Ah—" sound.

Immediately, along with the corner of the giant eyeball, the entire building, including the academy principal's office, began to be filled with dark red blood.

Soaked in this strange blood, the building, which appeared to be melting from the outside, was filled with black mud that emitted a black mist.

"Methods used to suppress magic? That's nothing new these days. But the council probably didn't use their own gold coins to renovate this building, did they?"

Facing the still indifferent Livis, Gran took something out of his pocket.

That object was supposed to be a golden crown, but no one knows what happened to it; its appearance was so filthy that it no longer shone with any golden light.

As if he felt the crown wasn't dirty enough, Gran threw it to the ground and then suddenly severed his own right arm.

After another heart-wrenching howl, black blood gushed from Gran's arm, covering the crown.

At the same moment, a blood-red chain appeared faintly on Livis's body, as if binding her body tightly.

"Oh? So soiling the Elf Queen's crown has such an effect? ​​That's quite novel. But whose crown is this? I don't recall the Elf Kingdom ever losing one."

Before she could finish speaking, Livis had already guessed the outcome.

The thing that could make the curse on her appear like chains must be something closely connected to her.

so.
"It turns out to be the one I lost before."

The smile finally vanished from Livis's face.

However, rather than feeling threatened, she was clearly more "unpleasant" than anything else.

After all, it's not exactly funny that something she had long since thrown away and didn't even know where she had put it was picked up and defiled like this.

But these two restrictions were not over yet. The corners of the Dean's office began to show signs of being compressed and disturbed.

"You're not going anywhere today, Tree Witch!"

Having recovered from the excruciating pain he was enduring, Gran roared hoarsely.

Livis merely glanced at the restrictions preventing her from leaving through the "Livis Realm," then looked at the figures gathered around the building outside the window, her eyes once again revealing that hint of contempt.

"As expected, you wouldn't dare do anything if it were just you, you old man."

In Erles Academy, which has been completely transformed into a battlefield.

The "Darkborn" group is pursuing and stealing their jobs and their target, "Radiance."

"What exactly is going on with the 'white pages'? Is there still no response?"

The "fireworks maker," flicking his sleeves to shake off some of the frost, questioned the "Autumn Princess" who was holding a book in a harsh voice.

"return"

Before Princess Qiu could answer, the book containing part of the white pages let out a shrill scream.

啵.
A white mushroom suddenly sprouted from the book, causing Princess Qiu's mind to go blank for a moment.

The firework maker, who reacted the fastest, casually exploded the white pages and mushrooms together into ashes.

"What on earth is happening at this academy?!"

No one could answer the fireworks maker. And Princess Qiu, though caught in the blast, did not complain.

If she could, all she wanted right now was to leave.

After all, their infiltration operation was foiled, and they, as attackers, were attacked. Moreover, they were quite certain that they hadn't even had a chance to make a big fuss, but in the blink of an eye, the entire academy was engulfed in flames.

This place is way too eerie.
Unfortunately, the commander of this operation was the fireworks master. Or rather, even if the fireworks master wasn't the commander, Princess Qiu, whose number was only 0027, wouldn't dare to openly oppose a "single-digit" number.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly small difference between those ranked 10th and 9th. The difference in their strength and the intense battles they've faced is like night and day.

"Huh? Where did 'Daughter of Original Sin' go?" Only after being reminded by "Thousand Faces" who was communicating through business cards did the Darkin members realize that "Daughter of Original Sin," whose presence had always been very faint, had fallen behind at some point.

In an instant, the Darkin squad of six members seemed to have lost two members.

So even though he didn't say anything, others could tell that the fireworks maker was in a bad mood.

However, the fireworks maker didn't say much. After all, it would be asking too much of everyone to keep up with the complex magic that was specifically designed to obscure vision.

At the firework maker's command, the group resumed their pursuit of the dazzling lights.

Princess Qiu, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought about the current situation.

Before long, the pursuing Darkin team encountered trouble again.

It was a large-scale magic that suddenly exploded, and a large area of ​​space was filled with dazzling, intense light.

Faced with what was not a physical attack but more like a mentally devastating magic, the fireworks maker and the rest of the team struggled to escape the area of ​​intense light.

"Damn it. It's that kind of magic again."

What kind of opponent are they facing at this moment?

The fireworks maker was certain that these were the strangest spells he had ever encountered in his life.

None of the spells were lethal; they seemed to be used only to mislead, delay, escape, and hide one's tracks.

They clearly possess such powerful magical abilities; attacking them directly would be far more effective. However, the creator seems to be deliberately playing hide-and-seek with them.

Is it really an artist who is going against them?

Recalling every spell of his opponent, the only common thread being their extravagance, the fireworks maker's mind conjured up a bizarre idea.

The fireworks maker didn't linger for long before chasing after the fireworks again.

Then this time, he discovered that Princess Qiu was also missing from his party.

"These guys."

The voice coming from inside the gas mask sounded somewhat like gritted teeth.

Before the fireworks makers could remain angry for long, they were attacked again.

This time, the magic was more exaggerated, more magnificent, more beautiful, and more troublesome.

It was a maze entirely constructed from meticulously polished magic crystal mirrors. The mirrored maze instantly enveloped them, filled with countless interplays of light and shadow, making it impossible to find their way.

After wandering aimlessly through the maze for ages, the fireworks maker heard the sound of "ashes".

"My lord! I feel like I'll never be able to leave this place for the rest of my life! So don't worry about me, let's go after our target!"

Inside the gas mask, the fireworks maker's veins bulged slightly as he listened to these words, and then he triggered several explosions.

Instead of finding the ashes, they heard the other side's mournful howls.

Even though the sounds were so close, and the explosions had already affected each other, the two still couldn't meet up inside the maze.

Therefore, after careful consideration, the fireworks maker gave up.

He closed his eyes and began to feel it carefully.

Instead of relying on his five senses, he began to detect the traces of magical particles.

Every kind of magic leaves a trace.

The firework maker, clearly a skilled mage, walked smoothly out of the mirror maze with his eyes closed.

After escaping the maze, the fireworks maker realized that the seemingly flat mirror maze was actually a rather three-dimensional structure, resembling a giant water tank from a distance, which was quite a spectacle.

Clenching his fist, the firework artist, concerned that the ashes hadn't completely destroyed the mirror maze, continued his pursuit.

Soon after
The fireworks maker, who had been attacked several times in succession, and "Thousand Faces," who was just a business card, got separated.

The fireworks maker seemed completely broken down, standing there motionless, lost in thought.

Suddenly, the fireworks maker waved his hand.

Suddenly, a violent explosion occurred on the ground where he was pointing.

A huge crater and thick smoke billowing into the sky. Besides these, there was a strange "gurgle!" sound, seemingly coming from underground.

"really."

The fireworks maker finally found the reason why he had been attacked all along.

It was precisely because of his considerable skill in magic that he was certain that even the most outstanding mage could not possibly set up countless magical traps along the way, waiting for them to step upon them and trigger them.

Someone was tracking them underground and releasing those "pre-made" spells at opportune moments.

And it's also because these spells aren't actually that connected to the one who cast them underground. That's why the movement of the magical particles couldn't lead the fireworks maker underground.

In other words, the fireworks maker deduced the location of the "mole" underground purely through analysis and calculation.

In short, with no more interference, the fireworks maker continued to pursue "Yi Cai" by following the marks he had left during his brief encounter with it on the awards platform.

Soon, he finally found his target.

"Now, how should I address you? 'Master of Brilliance,' Professor Ritas, or..."

"'The White Pope'?"

Erles Higher Magic Academy occupies a vast area. Therefore, there are many unused buildings in remote corners of the academy.

In one of the rooms, Ritas, who had already arrived at his destination, gently placed the princess on the ground.

"As for Her Highness the Third Princess, what should we call her now? Adeline? Adeline? Angelia?"

"Let's just leave it at that."

As he spoke, An coughed heavily a few times, spitting out blood.

"What exactly do you want to do, Professor Ritas?"

Weak and listless, An propped herself up and leaned against the corner, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of her, and asked.

Perhaps, if someone in the world knew both Anne's plans and Ritas's, he might think this was a drama orchestrated by the Third Princess and Ritas. A drama in which the princess was assassinated, either faked her death to escape, or was destined not to die and miraculously returned.

However, Ann knew very well that she had not conspired with Ritas.

Therefore, when Anne recognized that the person who walked onto the stage with the final work of "Different Colors" was Ritas, she was probably the most confused one.

(End of this chapter)