Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 261 Gathering from All Directions
On this busy day, the back hill of Earls College was bustling with traffic.

A tower-like structure, normally invisible, stands silently.

From a high vantage point offering a clear view of the entire academy, amidst a few slightly swaying ripples in the space, stands a figure, equally impossible to detect by ordinary means, atop the tower.

"This operation seems to have no need for concealment or infiltration at all. So, you're going to be out of a job, 'Thousand Faces' and 'White Pages'."

It was a very young woman, with her hair curled up and hanging down in strands, holding a long-handled telescope and gazing elegantly at the scene below.

“Even if we disregard everything else, I’m still more useful to you than ‘Princess Qiu.’ You should thank ‘Dual’ for dying in time, which made everyone more restrained during this period. So, the overall numbering has basically remained unchanged. Otherwise, you would have been squeezed out of number 30 and wouldn’t have been able to participate in this operation. After all, ‘the company’ values ​​its reputation very much.”

As the voice said, the young woman codenamed "Princess Qiu" is currently numbered 0027 among the "Darkborn" sinners.

The voice itself did not come from any one person's mouth, but from a business card.

Observing the feet of the "Autumn Princess" of the academy, there were several business cards and several sheets of white paper.

On the white paper, a face of indeterminate gender rose up, somewhat like a plaster statue. This was the "White Page," the sinner's number 0021.

At this moment, the "white page" was resting with its eyes closed and showed no signs of participating in the conversation.

As for the business card, it's the communication device for Sinner No. 0012, "Thousand Faces." "Thousand Faces" has mostly served as the communications officer, rarely revealing his true form to others. Even when he does reveal himself, he changes his appearance the next time. Therefore, even among the "Darkborn," probably no one knows the true identity of "Thousand Faces."

As they spoke, two more figures appeared at the top of the tower.

As before, wearing a mask that tightly covered his head, the "fireworks maker" numbered 0009 was dragging a man who was also wearing a mask and appeared to be "rotten" on the ground with one hand.

Number 0018 "Ashes".

Wearing the same mask as the "Fireworks Master," "Ash" is like a partner to the "Fireworks Master." However, "Ash" usually only accompanies the "Fireworks Master" when he is on a mission.

"Did you find anything?"

The fireworks maker, clearly the leader of the "Darkborn" group, let go of the ashes in his hand, walked to Princess Qiu's side, took the telescope, and began to observe Erles Academy.

"I don't know whether to say we've discovered too much or nothing at all. I think we could also walk into the college directly through the main gate with those who are clearly not tourists."

As Princess Qiu moved to the side, she accidentally stepped on a white page of the book. However, her plaster-like face remained completely unresponsive.

"Are you underestimating the 'Tree Witch'?"

The fireworks maker asked, and Princess Qiu awkwardly shut her mouth. Rather than being genuinely intimidated by the title of "Tree Witch," Princess Qiu seemed more wary of the fireworks maker.

"What's wrong with 'Ash'? He's usually quite energetic."

The business card on the ground asked curiously.

"Who knows? Maybe it happens a few days every month."

Replying irritably, the firework maker slightly turned and kicked Ash. But Ash remained in that half-dead, absent-minded state.

"Don't let it interfere with our mission. Don't forget our purpose this time."

boom!
Before the "Thousand Faces" could finish speaking using business cards, several business cards bearing the name "Grand Closing Company" burst open one after another, turning into flying debris.

Princess Qiu was startled by the fireworks maker who created the explosion without saying a word, and then stomped on the blank pages of the book several times.

"Tsk, still has such a bad temper."

The voice of a thousand faces rang out again.

Even through the gas masks, everyone present seemed to sense the fireworks maker's displeasure.

The fireworks maker slightly turned his body. But this time, the explosion did not occur as expected.

"Even if there are grudges, please settle them after entrusting the matter to someone else."

Holding several business cards in his hand, the last Darkin member participating in this operation appeared.

Her hair was neatly parted in the middle and spread to both sides. The girl, dressed in a jet-black gothic dress that matched her black hair and black eyes, was none other than Wayne, the "Daughter of Original Sin," numbered 0014.

Somewhere at Earls College.

In the dimly lit, empty seminar hall, a large young man knelt on one knee in the center of the hall.

In front of him was a snow-white owl hanging upside down on a clothes rack.

"Remember, your ultimate task is simply to guide the 'Twin Saints' to the ancestral land. As for the World Tree Fruit, try to seize it if you have the opportunity. If not, don't force it. Under no circumstances should the 'Twin Saints' encounter any accidents."

"Yes."

The young man responded devoutly.

"Therefore, you can make appropriate use of the 'Nest Demon'."

"Are there large nest demons around Ers?"

The young man asked, somewhat surprised.

"No. However, medium and small sizes are sufficient for evacuation purposes. You need to remember again that our main objective is to welcome the 'Two Saints'."

The upside-down owl sounded somewhat embarrassed. As if to cover up that embarrassment, he emphasized the main task assigned to him in an exceptionally serious tone.

"I will follow your instructions."

The young man responded with exceptional loyalty once again.

Soon after, the white owl, which seemed to have turned into an ordinary owl, flapped its wings and flew outside.

Watching the owl fly away, the young man, or rather Fernandez Elson, whose figure appeared even larger behind him, stood up, a rather profound smile appearing on his lips.

The academy, the location of the Arigold Magic Academy.

Outside the giant airship, the trainees loudly complained and protested.

"I'm just going back to get some things! Why are you stopping me here?" "This is arbitrary! This is tyranny!" "You dare to stop me even after knowing my background?" "Let me go! This isn't over until I have even the slightest bruise on my arm!"

The staff member who came with the Arigato students attending the exchange meeting felt completely overwhelmed.

Some trainees are certainly not to be trifled with. But compared to the one currently inside the airship...
Even if the trainees cause a ruckus, they are still considered "cute".

The core power room of the airship.

"Actually, there's no need to close this place off."

A voice muttered to itself.

The magical golem, still childlike in appearance, slowly opened its eyes and then carefully removed the tubes extending from its various power units one by one from its body.

"Although it's quite a bit worse, we can only give it a try."

"For the evolution of the world."

Susora, one of the Four Sages and a "pioneer," gently pushed his chin to shut his mouth, which was constantly "leaking" words.

The headquarters of the Royal Magic Academy of Blasche.

Since the start of the academy exchange meeting, the least welcome guest to the students of Blasche has once again appeared on this day as an outstanding graduate of Blasche, wandering around and pointing fingers.

"The total score is so close to that of an academy like Arigold? In my two years, the other four academies combined couldn't catch up with Brascher. Remember the weight of the word 'Royal' in Brascher Royal Magic Academy. Don't do anything to bring shame to your ancestors and your country." Prince Grero, the third prince of Libera, who had come to ingratiate himself with Misley but learned that she was away, randomly selected a few lucky juniors at the outpost and talked at length about Brascher's glorious history at the academy exchange conference, a place he actually had little to do with.

He was so engrossed in playing his tune that he didn't pay attention to where he was going when he turned a corner and was mercilessly knocked to the ground, finally silencing the nagging that had been driving everyone crazy.

Who?! Do you even have eyes?

Prince Grenoble was about to hurl a few angry words, but after seeing who had bumped into him, he simply moved aside swiftly.

He didn't even get up from the ground.

It was a team of about ten people, each of whom was wearing full-body armor made of red crystal.

The Crimson Judge.
How did they end up at Earls College?
Prince Grenoble couldn't help but swallow hard as he watched the red-armored guards march past him in perfect unison, without ever giving him a second glance.

The base of the Obsidian Magic Tower.

In the temporarily borrowed open space, a simple magic tower stands.

In a dimly lit room, an old man, whose skin was as white as tree bark, was intently rubbing a crystal ball in front of him.

"Oh! I feel it! I feel it! This is it, right now! His Majesty the Holy King's mercy will surely descend upon this place!"

On the other side of the crystal ball stood two girls dressed as students.

One of the girls was described as having broad shoulders and a thick waist, while the other looked like most young girls would.

At this moment, the two girls looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Mother-in-law, how many times has this happened this month?"

After hesitating several times, the young woman finally couldn't help but ask.

"There will definitely be no problem this time! My divination accuracy is 20%, and I've been wrong eight times in a row before! So this time it's my turn to be right!"

The elderly fortune teller, who clearly had dentures in his mouth, coughed violently after shouting because he was so excited.

"Then what should we do?"

The robust young woman asked in a gruff voice.

"To reap the sweetest fruits that will soon be gathered in this academy!"

"." "."

Both girls remained silent for a while.

Seeing that the fortune teller was about to start another round of "ooh ooh ooh," the young woman braced herself and asked...

"Grandma, are you sure we can steal anything from the 'Tree Witch'?"

"You don't need to go in person! His Majesty the Holy King has already bestowed all the revelations!"

The old fortune teller rubbed the crystal ball for a while longer.

"Go find him, go find the person our church arranged to be in the academy before. As the 'light' of the Holy King Church, he will surely guide us!"

Earls College, Dean's Office.

The "Tree Witch" Livis, unusually appearing in her usual spot, gazed listlessly at the scenery outside the window.

At one point, she gently waved her hand.

Several silvery lights converged from the surrounding area and finally stopped on her hand, gathering into a ball.

"It's not surprising that that old witch, Artinia, won't get involved. After all, he's rotting away in the Temple of Wisdom. But it's strange that Ominas hasn't come to cause trouble."

The "Altynia" and "Ominas" mentioned by Livis are respectively known as the "spirit of all things" and the "enlightened one," and are both among the Four Sages.

She didn't seem to be talking to herself, but rather conversing with the silver ball of light in her hand.

"My strength has weakened to such an extent that I can no longer sense whether you are blaming me or not."

"Did I make an agreement with you? Or not? I can't remember, or rather, I never intended to remember. Because the outcome will definitely be the same."

"Emotion? Vow? Morality? Or something else entirely?"

"How boring."

"I will not be constrained by anything. I will only do what I want to do."

After spinning around in her swivel chair a few times, Livis spread her arms, shrugged her shoulders slightly, and let out a low laugh.

"Including that old bastard Susola, the academy really does have a bunch of dishonest guys. But that's fine, let them do some contributions for me."

"Don't disappear too soon. Because you need to see clearly what a real 'witch' really looks like—"

Finally, the location of the Bayano Military Magic Academy.

While other colleges were eager to participate in the exchange meeting.

As the "representative" of the Bayano Military Magic Academy, the blonde "girl" didn't get out of bed until the sunlight streamed directly onto her face. She habitually scratched the few tufts of curly hair that would inevitably stand up, yawned, and stretched vigorously.

"Tsk, what time is it? Ah... Ahhh... Achoo!"

"Hiss—whoosh"

"Damn it! It must be that guy Ritas who's been badmouthing me behind my back!"

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"What's wrong, Xiao Li?"

At the same moment, in front of the building of the "Crest Council," the operating organization of Erles Academy, the Goddess of Bath looked at Ritas, who suddenly shivered for no apparent reason, and asked in confusion.

"It's probably because the weather is getting cooler."

Looking at the autumn sky, which seemed exceptionally vast and high, Ritas casually replied.

"All right."

After saying this, the goddess of bathing spoke again a few seconds later.
"Riri, are you really ready? You only have a few days to prepare. Even if everything goes smoothly with Misri and the council, it still feels too rushed."

The goddess of bathing asked with concern.

Having already roughly known what Ritas was going to do in the coming storm, she was far more anxious than Ritas himself.

"Whether it's the 'Star People' or the council, they're really just 'add-ons.' If they're willing to cooperate, they have their ways of cooperating. If they're not willing to cooperate, they have their ways of not cooperating. The difference lies in whether it's smooth or difficult. But in the end, the destination will inevitably be the same."

Ritas spoke calmly.

As for preparations…

“I had it ready about ten years ago.”

(End of this chapter)