Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 293 Undercurrent
Because Ritas was dragged directly into the "Primordial Memory" space by An, he was unable to directly witness the subsequent changes of the Primordial Ritual.

The cluster of light gathered on the ritual array successfully gave birth to something at a certain moment.

It was a cube, about the size of several people who could hug it, radiating an eerie purple light.

As the cube appeared, time seemed to suddenly stand still throughout Erles Academy, with almost everyone, including those around the ritual arrays, in a state of complete stillness.

The events that occurred in Earls that day were, in a way, a kind of "selection."

When Livis pulled the World Tree space into the mortal realm, the first selection process took place. Only those who were powerful enough or had special protection were able to avoid having their power completely drained and fainting.

The appearance of the purple cube seemed to be another form of selection. At this moment, there were no more than five people still able to move freely within the academy.

In one corner of the academy, a young teacher from the "Baiano Military Magic Academy" was quietly reporting almost everything that was happening in the academy.

Before her stood a very strange object. Its appearance was like a black musical note standing alone in mid-air.

"That's it. The 'Primordial' ritual is now basically successful. Is there anything I need to do next?"

"Al, isn't dinner ready yet?" "I told you I'm not Al! Get your filthy hands off me!" *Cough cough*

The noisy sounds gradually faded away, replaced by an incredibly gentle voice.

"I'm very sorry, Miss Fate. It's quite noisy here."

"No, no, no, how could this be? How could a maggot like me, born to be thrown alone in the dirtiest and most dangerous place in the world, be worthy of an apology from Lord John?"

The young woman, referred to as Fate, waved her hands repeatedly. And on the other end of the strangely shaped communication device were undoubtedly John and his companions.

"Miss Fate's words sound more like a complaint than a self-deprecating remark."

"How dare I complain! Well, to prove I'm going to die here, I'm going to die here right now!"

Fate said excitedly.

"Uh, please don't die there, please."

After successfully stopping Fate, who was trying to hang herself, with words, John asked some questions related to the Earls incident. Then, he fell into a brief moment of thought.

"Therefore, now is the best time for Lord John to obtain what he desires! Livis Windseeker is already very weak, and Susora is practically dead. If needed, I will go immediately—"

"Please calm down, Miss Fate. The Pioneer is transforming into a very special life form. So, it's unknown whether he still has his original body. And even if he does, it's probably not suitable for what we're doing. As for the 'Tree Witch,' I believe that even with some limitations, my teacher can still easily deal with us."

Even across vast distances, Fate could still picture John calmly and methodically speaking in her mind.

"What kind of 'witch' is she? As long as I take it out..."

Fate, who had previously humbly referred to herself as a maggot, now seemed to look down on Livis and Susola, the two "wise women."

"The 'Primordial' that is about to be born is just a very weak Primordial. So, even if she instinctively erases all traces, she probably won't be able to erase what Miss Fate left behind. Under such circumstances, it's better not to take any risks. And, as I always say, Miss Rani and Miss Fate, it's best not to underestimate that fake 'witch'."

John patiently tried to dissuade him.

"Haven't you noticed anything strange? My teacher wants to create a new world where 'everything is under her control.' Normally, it's strange that she, who could do whatever she wanted in this world, would have such thoughts. Even if she does incomprehensible things out of boredom, creating a new world and then attaching such conditions to it is still too abrupt. It's as if she already knows 'the truth of this world.'"

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Fate, who had been clamoring to do something, fell silent after hearing John's last words.

"If she has truly realized something, then we need to re-examine her long-held, even self-proclaimed, status as a 'witch.' In this world, the only person who can call herself a 'witch' at that level is Livis Windseeker herself. Her arrogance may far exceed everyone's imagination. And she may also possess the power to support that 'world-class arrogance.'"

"Hmph, all that solemn talk, and in the end, even a simple plan was thwarted."

On the other side of the musical note, the sudden change in tone indicated that someone had moved closer to John.

"Compared to the Tree Witch, what's going on with your friend? He actually managed to correct the chaotic 'timeline' to some extent. Could he be a member of the 'Order Keepers'?"

"Miss Rani, have you forgotten the term 'Ellson Phenomenon'?"

"Tsk, so you're trying to tell me that he actually did something of this scale without being affected at all, solely through his own will? I don't see any concrete or strong purpose in him that would drive him to take such a risk."

Putting Fate, the "investigator" on site aside, John and Rani started chatting on the other end of the musical note.

"If you could understand that, he wouldn't be Ritas Elson. If one day, Miss Rani were to acquire a pair of shoes that would allow you to jump even higher, wouldn't you want to try and see just how high you could jump? Perhaps, what Miss Rani considers a feat, to Ritas, is merely a test of himself. After all, it wasn't until more than half a year ago that he first obtained the shoes that 'magic can truly be used for war.' So, given the right reason and the right stage, he too would want to see just how high he could 'jump.'"

"I've wanted to say this before. Don't let your self-righteousness fool you; your misjudgment of your friend is actually the most biased and outrageous one, isn't it?"

"It could also be the most correct reason. Of course, putting aside these deeper reasons, on the surface, Ritas also has a reason to stop this event. After all, he doesn't actually need any special 'shoes'; he would naturally float into the sky. But he currently wants to stay on the ground. Therefore, he needs some anchor-like things to 'hold him back.' These things are all his identities, whether it's 'class mentor,' 'professor of magic,' 'disciple of a witch,' 'adopted son of a sword saint,' or 'agent of the goddess.' These identities of his will only increase, not decrease, and cannot be decreased."

Unlike his usual remarkably stable voice, John's voice was filled with a palpable "throbbing" that those who knew him well could clearly sense when he mentioned Ritas.

"I look forward to seeing how he'll react when all those things binding him are severed. Similarly, I'm glad that Ritas is the true victor in this event. Because, even if a successful 'Tree Witch' could destroy the world, it would ultimately only destroy the 'inside the stage.' But..."

Before he could finish expressing his fervent thoughts, perhaps Professor Ritas's most fervent follower in this world, a barrage of angry words, already building up for some time, interrupted him.

"Go away"

"Um?"

"Get away from Lord John! Don't spit your stench on him, and don't splatter your grease on him!"

"Huh? Do you know who you're talking to?!"

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

As Fate began chanting in a somber voice, as if performing a ritual, "Get out!" John, whose expression remained unknown on the other side of the notes, remained silent for a moment before giving new instructions.

"In any case, let's head back for today, Miss Fate. Having witnessed this entire incident, your actions have already proven valuable enough. The mysterious bandaged man, the scholar from the 'Hall of Wisdom,' and the strangely behaving brown-haired 'Primordial.' Observing their presence and movements will be of great help to our subsequent plans."

"But."

Fate remained hesitant, fidgeting with her interlaced fingers, clearly wanting to do something more for John. "If you really want to do something, then recruit a new member for our organization. On one hand, we need to do our partner a favor. On the other hand, her talent is truly outstanding. Even though she suffered a setback today, everyone experiences failure. She will definitely learn from this experience and become someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with us."

"Ok!"

Hearing that John had finally given the order, Fate excitedly sprang into action. In the otherwise still academy, she transformed into a gentle breeze and drifted towards her target.

Almost at the same moment.

Another inconspicuous battlefield within the academy.

Fernandez Elson stared in disbelief at the deep, bone-revealing sword wound in his chest.

Before him lay Cortrinie Elson, prostrate on the ground like a "demon".

The two most outstanding swordsmen of this generation of Elson School engage in a merciless duel centered around Charlotte, a girl who is both a "saint" and a student of the Purplewood Class.

Initially, Fernandez held a clear advantage.

On one hand, Cortrienne's years-long hiatus was fatal. On the other hand, Fernandez possessed power that did not originate from the Elson lineage.

So, while mocking Cortrienne, who always acted like a "big sister," Fernandez kept adding wounds to her body.

Just as Fernandez had once been utterly helpless against Cortriena, Cortriena was now suffering a crushing defeat.

Even with the help of her magical umbrella, which is excellent as a weapon, Cortelene's injuries were so severe that she could no longer stand when she regained her senses.

But at that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

As Livis began to implement her plan, the entire academy and those around it suffered a "heavy blow".

Fernandez's situation is alright.

His body was already strong enough, and he was previously almost completely immune to magic. Therefore, the amount of power extracted was limited.

But Cortriñe, opposite Fernández, collapsed without any chance of resistance.

"It seems that the path I chose was the right one."

Seeing Cortrienne, who had once instilled in him a sense of insurmountable frustration, now so powerless, another adopted son of the Elson family became even more resolute.

Just as Fernandez was planning to retrieve Sharu and return to the Empire with the "Two Saints" to complete his mission.

A terrifyingly sharp light slashed diagonally across his body.

Fernandez didn't realize what had happened until blood gushed from his chest.

He did not become complacent just because the victory was already secured; he even considered whether to deliver the fatal blow to the unconscious Cortriñe.

Even under these circumstances, a sword strike far exceeding his expectations and far surpassing the strength Cortelene had previously displayed struck him.

All he could do was retreat and keep his distance from Cortrienne.

He felt the threat of death, the realization that if he had taken one more step forward when Cortrienne drew her sword, he would now be lying in pieces on the ground.

But how could that be?
Looking at Cortrienne, who was still lying on the ground with her head down, Fernandez simply couldn't understand how someone who had completely lost consciousness could unleash a sword strike that was comparable to the legendary "Sword Saint's Strike".

And what should he do now?
Centered on Cortriene and Charlotte, whom she shielded with her body, a vast area was transformed into a "dead zone" in Fernandez's eyes.

It was a fear that Fernandez had never felt before.

His chest burned with the spurting blood, but all he could recall was the icy chill of the blade slicing through his body.

finally.
Inside Earls College, as the events drew to a close.

Some hidden place in the world.

A black suitcase appeared silently in a corner of the dungeon.

As the suitcase expanded and unfolded on its own, a black-haired girl peeked out and cautiously looked around.

"Carrier pigeon, black cat, are you here?"

In the dimly lit space, Wayne squinted and softly called out the names of her companions.

"Commander Wayne!"

At Wayne's call, the four "people"—the Tin Man, the Unicorn, the Black Cat, and the Carrier Pigeon—who had been looking sickly in their cell, suddenly perked up.

The carrier pigeon, flapping its wings and landing on the Tin Man's head, looked at Wayne approaching and struggled to stick its tearful little head out through the very close gaps in the cell bars.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of me that I had to release you immediately."

As Viyn spoke, she began frantically trying to open the cell door.

But before she could unlock the cell, the black cat suddenly barked.
"Commander, watch out!"

It can only be said that by the time he offered his advice, it was already too late.

Or perhaps, by the time Wayne stepped into this dungeon, it was already too late.

The blood that had been accumulating in the corner of the dungeon silently gathered behind Wayne and coalesced into a human shape.

"Long time no see. What are you doing now, my beautiful 'Daughter of Original Sin'?"

The Darkin leader, the Wanderer, appeared in the dungeon and embraced Vayne from behind, whose face was pale and whose lips were trembling slightly. He whispered something in her ear.

Familiar ceiling, familiar space, familiar smell
On the closing day of the college exchange meeting held by Earls College, Ritas slowly opened his eyes in his other "home".

(End of this chapter)