Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 366 Another Monster
"I see, you are the 'Ritas' of this world."

Looking at "Ritas" on the other side, Sofia guessed the other's identity.

Once, Sophia, who had just been drawn into the fairy tale world, was in a state of confusion and possessed very limited intelligence. Therefore, she simply followed her instincts, appearing as a golden butterfly to follow Charlotte into the "carrier pigeon" area.

It was in that area that she successfully made contact with the real Ritas. And, with Ritas's help, by absorbing Charlotte's intense memories and perceptions of her, as well as the "records" about her left over from the ever-repeating world, she gradually transformed into her current state, possessing a full degree of spirituality.

In other words, Sofia had witnessed most of what happened in that area. Therefore, she also had some understanding of the "Little Ritas" in front of her.

“Then you should call yourself ‘Ritas Elson’ instead of ‘Ritas Misch’!”

boom!
Another powerful wind elemental spell swept in, nearly blowing Sophia, Wayne, and the ruins of the house behind them away.

Little Ritas seems to be using magic to quip, "Is this the time to care about that kind of thing?"

"This is bad."

Barely managing to steady himself with magic, he disregarded the fact that his appearance was being disheveled by the strong wind, and simply frowned deeply.

Little Ritas seemed to have no intention of continuing negotiations with them and only wanted to take Wayne away.

Sofia had absolutely no confidence in facing such a small Ritas.

Putting aside the fact that her strength has been weakened by the miraculous reappearance of a "record," which stems from a certain kind of "record," it's unclear how much it has diminished.

She felt that even in her prime, defeating Ritas would be quite difficult.

For a mage, Ritas's "random magic" is simply too sinister. No one knows the limits of this "randomness." Therefore, when a mage fights Ritas, unless they can break through his protective barrier with overwhelming firepower at the outset, it's easy for Ritas to gradually erode their own magic, magical particles, magical creations, and everything related to magic.

The thought of her magic suddenly turning against her and piercing her body at the height of her pride was terrifying even to Sophia, a mage.

It's not just a physical blow; it's also a severe blow on a psychological level.

It's important to understand that the more experienced a mage is, the longer they spend interacting with the magical particles surrounding them. This builds a stronger foundation of trust between them. Otherwise, they simply wouldn't be able to cast spells.

And it is precisely these things that Ritas's magic corrupts and usurps.

"There's been a constant, incessant voice in my head, telling me to do this and that. And starting not long ago, for some reason, that voice has become like it's gone mad, constantly nagging me."

As Little Ritas spoke, he seemingly released several attack spells aimlessly in the surrounding area, essentially leveling the area to the ground.

He frowned deeply, gripping his face tightly with his arm, which wasn't made of crystal, a red glint flashing in his eyes.

"I am extremely agitated right now and have almost no judgment. Moreover, I have no interest in fulfilling other people's wishes."

In an instant, a beam of white light shot out from Little Ritas's fingertip.

Even Sophia, who had fought countless battles alongside the Tree Witch, was not fully able to react at this moment.

When she turned her head in alarm, she saw a few drops of blood dripping down Wayne's cheek.

Viyn, who was quite sensitive to pain, stood there blankly for several seconds before finally realizing that only half of her right ear remained. Everything went black, and her legs went weak, causing her to collapse to the ground.

"So, I wouldn't mind just killing her if you really want to protect her. Don't get in my way, just hand her over."

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Sophia's pupils contracted, and anger, barely concealed, surfaced on her face.

She had been wondering whether the little Ritas born in this world would be as difficult to deal with as the real Ritas.

Now, she has the answer.

Even though "Little Ritas" originates from the memories and perceptions of others, his existence is quite unique. This is because he not only comes from Charlotte's memories and perceptions, but also from Cortelene. And both Charlotte and Cortelene are regional leaders in the fairy tale world.

Thus, Little Ritas's "base stats" were guaranteed. On this foundation, he also encountered the goddess of bathing and Millie. From them, he gained access to things that Ritas could not have experienced at his age.

Furthermore, the Wanderers clearly facilitated Little Ritas's growth through some means.

When he initially tried to deceive Sophia and Wayne by posing as Ritas, Little Ritas did indeed appear as a teenager. However, after his disguised half of his body was shattered and reformed from magic crystals, he revealed himself to be a young man.

so.
He is no weaker than the real Ritas!

"Although I don't know your exact situation, there are things you can do and things you can't do!"

Sofia shouted angrily, and suddenly, a strong wind gathered around them.

Although Sophia also doesn't need to chant or use a wand to unleash powerful magic, unlike Little Ritas before her, she needs some time to build up her power.

Fortunately, although Little Ritas was a created being and in an abnormal state, he is still "Ritas".

Therefore, the bad habit of sometimes quietly watching others display their skills was also inherited by Little Ritas.

"Born in a world as narrow as the bottom of a well, you probably don't know what a legendary mage is, nor what legendary magic is! Now, I'll show you the magic that only those deeply loved by elemental particles can unleash!"

"Wind Spirit Domain!"

As Sofia loudly proclaimed, the invisible gale was suddenly painted with a pale green hue.

A green wind, sweeping in from all around, completely enveloped Sophia in the center, and suddenly emitted a bright, intense light.

And the next moment!
next moment.
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After the fleeting, intense light dissipated, Little Ritas saw nothing of the "Wind Spirit Domain".

He simply watched Sophia escape with Wayne, leaving the empty space completely deserted, and truly gained some insight.

"Tsk, that woman called the Wanderer really has a talent for 'doing bad things'! How dare she touch and ignite things she has no control over! Even the teacher and Teacher Ominas wouldn't do something so stupid!"

On the forest path leading to the fortress city, Sophia, carrying Wayne, ran away quickly, cursing and swearing.

Different types of wind were applied to the two, producing effects such as acceleration, lightness, or blending into their surroundings, all used to evade Little Ritas's pursuit. "Who could possibly be a match for that kind of 'Ritas'!"

Although she was indeed very angry about Wayne being injured, Sofia also knew that even if she tried her best, she probably wouldn't be able to pose a threat to Little Ritas.

If the real Ritas had any flaws in combat...

Those are two things that are clearly visible to the naked eye. First, it is impossible to use regular offensive magic. Second, the quantity and concentration of magical particles are extremely scarce.

All these factors combined to create Little Ritas, who can not only use offensive magic at will, but also, because half of his body is made of magic crystal, can use an almost endless supply of magical particles without restraint.

"That woman wasn't content with creating one monster, she created another. No matter how you look at it, there's no way she could control such a monster. How could anyone be so stupid!"

What happens when you give power and authority to a fool? Sofia has witnessed it firsthand.

While running breathlessly, Sofia, still furious, continued to hurl insults.

"Mother."

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable from the bumpy ride, Wayne let out a weak sound.

Until yesterday, her life seemed to be going smoothly, but on this day, everything suddenly changed drastically.

However, amidst her confusion, a voice inside her seemed to be telling her that this was truly the "right thing to do." And it was telling her that it was precisely because she greedily wanted another "brother" that everything had collapsed and become what it is today.

It's all her fault.
"It's all because of you!"

The curse-like voice echoed in Wayne's mind once more, causing her to experience intense tinnitus.

"Don't worry, the magic I cast earlier wasn't anything legendary. But as long as the wind direction isn't read, finding us won't be easy. Hmm, although from the perspective of magical particles, I have a feeling he could easily decipher it."

Gently stroking Wayne's back, Sofia comforted her in a calm and steady voice.

While experiencing tinnitus, Wayne, who was barely able to hear other sounds, felt reassured by her mother's voice, as a flood of unfamiliar yet real memories began to rush into her mind.

She gradually came to understand the situation and gradually realized everything.

"Hand me over."

Wayne, her face buried deep in sorrow, said these words.

"Hand it over? I don't recall ever raising a child like you who could say such a thing!"

I have

"So, you and that brat really underestimate me. Because of my teacher, I've been chased before. And each time, the situation was much more dangerous than this. And in the end, I still survived. Hmm, that doesn't sound very precise. But the meaning is conveyed. Ah—I suddenly thought of so many things, I really want to write them down, but I don't have the time!"

Sofia, who had absolutely no intention of abandoning Wayne, said this.

Clearly, she was aware of Wayne's current state. Therefore, her words contained some content that would make Wayne feel uncomfortable.

"Vein, no matter what the outcome, I will be with you until the very end. Because you are my 'daughter.' Don't say that we haven't spent much time together. After all, strictly speaking, I also have a 'son' that I've never spent any time with."

"You've actually been waiting for someone to save you, haven't you? But because you're afraid of dragging others down with you, you haven't even had the courage to cry out for help. Besides, the only person who ever offered you a helping hand only dragged you into another hell. This has led to your utter despair. You need to reset a 'Vayne,' to create a false existence."

"But that's all in the past. From now on, I promise that nothing like that will ever happen again!"

“There will definitely be someone who can truly save you. Although the ‘him’ who is currently pursuing us might resemble that person in some ways, he is ultimately not him. Therefore, we must be able to say ‘no’ and decisively reject him. And if the person who can save you is delayed and cannot come to you in time, we must bravely take the first step and take the initiative to find him. At that time, as women of the ‘Elson’ family, we must also put on a high-handed attitude and say to him, ‘Since you want to save me so much, I will reluctantly give you this chance!’”

Although the situation is dire, the world before us is either ravaged by bloodshed or on the verge of collapse. Even if we overcome all of this, the future is destined to remain elusive.

But Sofia's eyes still shone with a bright and radiant light.

".Um."

Although I was somewhat confused and didn't understand it.

However, completely infected by Sofia's emotions and overwhelmed by her aura, Wayne nodded vaguely.

"Wake up! If you keep your voice down, the neighbors will suspect I didn't prepare breakfast for you!"

"Um!!"

Although she hadn't eaten breakfast that day, Wayne responded energetically again.

"very good."

Sofia, smiling and wanting to praise her good daughter, tilted her head slightly.

She didn't see the magic circle that suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of her.

Or perhaps, like the previous beam of magic, even if you see it, it's useless.

The magic circle, radiating a blazing white light, opened like a door, emitting a powerful glow.

A cold arm made of magic crystals suddenly extended from the magic circle, accurately intercepting the speeding Sophia and grabbing her by the throat.

"That's why I'm so annoyed, don't get in my way."

With the sudden stop, Wayne, who had been thrown off balance, rolled several times on the ground before finally regaining her footing.

"Oh no, I'm really getting old, I forgot 'you' told me you could use teleportation magic."

In Sofia's suffocatingly strained voice.

Starting with his arm gripping Sophia's throat and raised high, Little Ritas, his eyes gleaming red, slowly emerged from the teleportation magic circle that stood in mid-air like a sheet of paper, his face grim.

(End of this chapter)