Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 328 The Last Lesson

boom!
As Little Ritas's entire mansion exploded into ruins, two rather small figures tumbled out of the dust and smoke in a disheveled state.

"Little Professor!"

Amidst the roars of the black mist bird, Millie shouted to Little Ritas, who was separated by the broken, fallen pillar.

"Focus on fighting the enemy!"

Before he could finish speaking, the giant bird, as large as a small hill, flapped its wings and swept Little Ritas away.

Completely defenseless, Little Ritas simply allowed his body to crash into the wall at the point of impact.

The wall shattered instantly, but with the light emanating from Little Ritas, he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

Besides the comatose Roland, there is another "hidden" figure in Elson's mansion who can stand up to the powerful regional leader.

That is, Sofia Elson.

Although Sofia has been gone for many years.

However, unlike swordsmen who rely more on physical abilities, mages can leave behind a variety of legacies for future generations in many ways.

Furthermore, Sophia was the only disciple of the "Tree Witch." Although some discord arose between teacher and student due to her marriage, she had previously been pampered and even spoiled.

Therefore, the things left behind by Sophia could easily arm a genius apprentice mage who had just embarked on the path of magic to the level of an archmage in a short period of time.

With its eyes fixed on its prey, the giant bird fiercely thrust its beak, its primary weapon, at Little Ritas, who seemed to be unable to move.

Suddenly, a curtain of water, radiating a deep blue color, unfolded in all directions centered on Little Ritas. The sharp beak of the bird struck the barrier of the water curtain, eliciting a painful cry.

"you"

Millie paused for a moment, looking at Little Ritas, whose robes were open and filled with various artifacts, and whose feet were surrounded by magical arrays. Even in the midst of the intense battlefield, Millie was still taken aback.

This person is really something.
If the goddess of bathing were present, she would surely share the same feelings as Millie.

Regardless of the period or age of Ritas.

Even the closest people, those who are constantly watching him, can never truly understand how much he is hiding.

Moreover, every time I asked him, "Why didn't you say you had these methods sooner?" he would just reply indifferently, "You didn't ask."

At the same time, Millie also realized how ruthless Little Ritas could be without restrictions.

Presumably, even if Ritas Jr. was indeed doing quite well at the Elson mansion as he claimed, Roland wouldn't be so foolish as to hand over all of his wife's potentially dangerous relics to him.

Providing Sophia's notes for Little Ritas to study, as before, was already an excessive act.

So, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the things Little Ritas is currently using are what he believes are for the sake of reincarnation, since he's already in a created world, and even if he fails, he can always reincarnate. Thus, while Roland was unconscious and Sophia's belongings were unattended...
"!"

This isn't the time to think about these things!
Millie quickly drew her longsword and charged toward the giant bird that had already landed.

Since the giant bird's target was always Little Ritas, it was mostly facing away from Millie, making it full of openings.

Even so, despite Millie finding the right opportunity and hitting her opponent several times, she achieved virtually nothing.

The sword in her hand felt as if it were cleaving through rocks. The recoil from the sword made it almost impossible for her to hold on, and the blade was riddled with nicks, but she still couldn't harm the giant bird.

The giant bird was even ignoring Millie's existence, focusing solely on its relentless battle with Little Ritas, who was frantically consuming Sophia's legacy.

The giant bird, which was making wild, beast-like roars all the time and was not making any bird calls, suddenly began to flap its wings rapidly in a frenzy.

Each flap of the giant wings generated strong winds, and soon a fierce hurricane was unleashed, uprooting the entire area where Little Ritas was located and blowing it into the sky.

After being cut off from the ground, Little Rittas immediately lost a large part of its protection.

Sensing something was wrong, even though he wasn't good at attacking, he still did his best to gather the water curtain around him into a vertical water blade that sliced ​​through the sky and struck the giant bird.

The giant bird, which neither dodged nor could dodge due to its immense size, took the water blades head-on. Then, roaring and struggling, it raised its head towards the sky.

Since the giant bird appeared, the dark clouds that had been hanging in the sky have now begun to flash with dazzling lightning.

next moment.

All the lightning hidden in the dark clouds converged into one point, transforming into a pale white blade that slashed towards Little Ritas, who was caught in the air.

In the instant before he could react, Little Ritas, his eyes still wide open, simply looked up at the piercing light that completely engulfed him.

boom!
Below the battlefield, Millie immediately sprinted away.

The storm had not yet completely subsided, and the flying sand and stones hit her, but she was not distracted at all; she just stared intently at the sky.

Seeing that there was no time left, Millie, sliding across the ground, finally managed to catch Little Ritas, who was falling from the sky with thick black smoke billowing from his body.

"Cough-cough-"

With a light cough, Little Ritas, spitting out blood and black ash, nestled weakly in Millie's arms.

In the distance, the giant bird, previously wounded by the water blades, was writhing in pain on the ground, causing the earth to shake and dust to billow everywhere. However, it would obviously not take long for it to regroup.

Meanwhile, centered on Little Ritas, the water-like magical barrier from Sophia's legacy reappeared, but it clearly couldn't hold for much longer.

"It seems like I can't do it alone."

Little Ritas said with difficulty.

Just when Millie thought that even the future Professor Ritas would say some discouraging things when he was young, a ghostly blue light began to erupt from his body.

"I seem to lack creativity, so even in the future, I'm just borrowing other people's magic. Now, even with power, I can't show its true potential."

"so."

"So, show them to me, Millie."

In an instant, Little Ritas's body seemed to rapidly lose its temperature. Millie, who was holding him, also felt a bone-chilling cold.

Instead of dissipating over time, the blue light emanating from Little Ritas burst forth with an even more intense color.

Start from your fingertips.

Right arm, right leg, right shoulder.
Little Ritas's right side began to rapidly crystallize.

"What are you doing!"

"Although I have been through a lot, I seem unable to let go of my pride and self-esteem. Therefore, I cannot accept an incompetent person as my teacher."

As Little Ritas finished speaking, half of his body, which had become a crystal, suddenly exploded.

A large number of visible magical particles filled his body, like a deep blue lake.

"So now, all your excuses have disappeared."

"."

Millie put down Little Ritas and stood up, gazing at him with a complicated expression.

Millie gently clenched her fist and felt a long-lost sense of "fullness" or even "overflow".

"Phew, it really is! It really is!"

A hint of annoyance flashed across Millie's face. Looking back now, she must have felt incredibly pleased when the Goddess of Bath threw little Ritas over her shoulder.
If she had known this moment would come, she should have lent a hand back then!

“Originally, I thought there wasn’t much I could teach you in terms of magic, so I couldn’t continue being your teacher. But now it seems I was completely wrong! Even if you have exceptional talent in magic, even if you can climb to the top without anyone, you will always need a teacher to correct your twisted personality!”

Millie snatched the wand that originally belonged to Sophia from Little Ritas's tightly clenched left hand and held it horizontally in front of him.

"Saying it should have been done a long time ago doesn't quite feel right, but anyway, don't treat relying on others as a last resort when all else fails. You don't need to provoke me like this; I will protect you just the same! So from now on, you need to learn how to trust others more!"

At the other end, the giant bird, which seemed to have largely recovered, once again let out a fierce roar.

Dark clouds gathered again in the sky, and lightning flashed violently within them.

Needless to say, the giant bird's next attack will undoubtedly be another powerful and instantaneous lightning strike.

Using her wand in her left hand, Millie gathered magical particles to enhance herself to the maximum extent. She stared intently at the dark clouds in the sky.

During this period, while training in the Cross Hall, Millie encountered a problem that wasn't considered a major issue.

There wasn't a single sword that suited her.

Even for beginners, the Cross Hall had prepared dozens, even hundreds, of longswords of various shapes and sizes. But Millie, who had tried almost every single one, still couldn't find one that suited her.

Although she performed exceptionally well in the Cross Hall, the Elson family couldn't possibly forge a custom-made sword just for a novice student.

Millie herself didn't really care about this.

Because she had a vague feeling that the longsword deliberately forged by others was destined not to suit her.

and so--

boom!
It was probably out of fear of Little Ritas after he was injured earlier.

Faced with Little Ritas, whose body was already half broken and on the verge of death, the giant bird still used the safest method of elimination.

The heavy thunder that could turn night into day in an instant struck again.

There was simply no way to resist.

The water barrier that Little Ritas had just deployed was completely destroyed by lightning before it could even be seen with the naked eye.

But it was at the same very moment.

Millie, who was so focused that she lost herself in the moment and had a constant supply of magical energy to amplify her movements, made a grabbing motion with her hand with a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

For a moment, Millie's hand seemed to merge into the scattering lightning.

For a moment, Millie's hand seemed to sweep across the inside of the thunder.

The next moment, the lightning, which had been negligibly blocked by the water curtain barrier for a very short time, struck heavily on the area where Little Ritas and Millie were.

The sound was still intense.

The ground was also black and charred.

However, the scope is very limited.

The lightning, sweeping across the area like a waterfall cascading from the sky, ultimately left only a small mark, like the fall of a sapling.

Even the monsters, faced with this incomprehensible situation, seemed to be enraged and roared ferociously.

Little Ritas, who looked almost broken but somehow managed to keep the flame of life burning, looked at the not-so-broad figure in front of him and closed his eyes, which was unusual for him.

Indeed, he should have relied on the other party and entrusted himself to them long ago.
After all, in this created "world," she is the "protagonist."

Under the clearing night sky, Millie flicked her wrist, making a light swishing motion, and then aimed the lightning-formed longsword that appeared in her right hand at the giant bird on the other side of the battlefield.

The Holy Sword Kaum.

The sword she wields in the real world is the one most suitable for her.

The holy sword Kaum emitted a fierce and ear-piercing crackling sound.

In the past, Millie used the holy sword that "Miriam" left for her, as if it were born to be her, simply out of instinct.

However, during those two months in the virtual world, she seemed to have learned from various angles how to truly use Kaom as a sword, a holy sword.

The magic wand in the left hand clashed with the holy sword in the right.

The sizzling sounds grew louder, and the flashes of lightning became even brighter.

Guided by the magic wand, the lightning of the holy sword traveled along Millie's arm and wrapped around her entire body.

With her body lowered, Millie, who resembled a bolt of lightning, displayed true "lightning speed".

In the straight line, countless golden afterimages of Millie flashed by in an instant.

In less than a breath, the giant bird, which had been roaring in impotent rage, let out a painful howl.

"Roar--!"

Before its roar subsided, Millie's figure had already returned to the same spot.

That's not enough.
Although her sword could wound a regional leader who, until recently, was so arrogant and invincible, she still felt it wasn't enough.

Even though she doesn't feel much of a sense of belonging, Millie still considers herself a disciple of the Elson school.

If that's the case, then her all-out attack simply wasn't enough to win!
Raising the holy sword high, Millie unleashed all the energy contained within it to the fullest extent.

The lightning from the longsword continued to surge into Millie's body, causing the sound of intertwining lightning to begin to emanate from within her.

The other side.

After roaring several times, the strange bird seemed to remember its advantage, flapping its wings that could easily stir up fierce winds, and flew into the sky.

With another roar, the giant bird leaned forward and aimed at Millie's location.

Previously, it only observed its "prey," but now it sees Millie as its greatest threat.

But before its dive could begin.

With a loud bang, Millie on the ground became a blur.

Millie's true form had already appeared beside the giant bird.

Millie gripped the hilt of the holy sword, which resembled a lightning bolt, in a reverse grip.

Given her current level of only being a beginner in the Elson style, it would have been impossible for her to unleash the Desperate Strike, a technique only master-level Elson style swordsmen could use.

However, Millie is also a mage.

It only requires a slight change. Just a slight change in the shape of the soul.

Dough, imagine a dough!
As long as the shape of the soul is altered, the body will disregard the constraints of rules and take on a corresponding posture.

This is the essence of soul magic!
In an instant, a sharp whistle resounded.

In the sky, lightning, seemingly tearing the world apart, shone brightly, dispelling the black mist and completely engulfing the "carrier pigeon".

(End of this chapter)