Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 382 "Genuine Item"

Millie felt somewhat embarrassed as she recalled why she had come to the Westerlands.

During her months in the fairytale world, Millie encountered far too many setbacks. So, she did complain about the professor who insisted on bringing her to this awful place.

But upon closer reflection, forcing one's unwilling students to return to their hometowns during a holiday is an incredibly abstract act. At least, a professor wouldn't do such a thing.

So, in the end, did she "walk right into a trap"?

Even now, with everything that shouldn't have been exposed being revealed, it's all because she insisted on dragging the professor along to the Western Territory.
While it's true that being drawn into this fairytale world was a consequence of the professor being targeted, now doesn't seem like the time to clearly assign responsibility.

So, why did the professor suddenly bring this up?
"As long as you are in the Western Region, it is hard to avoid the legend of 'Saint Marenu'. Because this place was originally the territory of the demons, a dead zone for humans. It was she who led her loyal followers to open up this land that can be passed down for hundreds and thousands of years. Even if it is not a paradise, it can definitely be called a 'home'."

Before Millie could ask a question, Ritas's voice came again.
"And the fortress city is a city that extends from the 'originating land'. And even though the things created in the fairy tale world are not 'real' in the strict sense, we can still capture the 'memory' within them. It is not recorded in people's hearts, but is engraved on this land as a whole, the memory of the earth."

In fact, Ritas could have simply added some enhancement magic to Millie.

However, even as Cortrienne was about to take up her greatsword again, there were still some things she wanted to try.

"Therefore, the conditions are already in place."

Ritas flipped through the "script" in his hand rapidly.

"Let's try to recreate the legend of the past!"

Golden fluorescence shimmered around the makeshift blacksmith shop centered around the anvil.

Apart from Charlotte, who was trying her best to stop Cortelne, everyone else held their breath and watched intently as if something was about to happen.

"To save the trapped girl, to save the world from destruction, the protagonist needs the right weapon."

Ritas's "reasonable" demands quickly became a new rule added to the "script" of a crumbling world.

Ritas picked up the hammer next to the anvil and smashed it at the ball of light that had gathered above the anvil.

If he had the time, Ritas would love to perfectly replicate every step of the blacksmithing and weapon-forging process. But unfortunately, he has to cut corners wherever possible now.

Although he had never been involved in forging before, Ritas, who always excelled at whatever he did, focused on hammering the ball of light just like a renowned craftsman who had been immersed in the industry for many years.

As the ball of light on the anvil gradually took shape into the prototype of a weapon, Ritas called out to Millie, who was standing to the side looking somewhat bewildered.

"Come on, you should join us too."

Ritas gestured to the location of the other forging hammer.

"But... how exactly do we do it?"

Millie, who had picked up the forging hammer, was still somewhat confused about what Ritas was doing.

"You don't need to think too much, just let your imagination take over, and then put your power into swinging the hammer."

Ding!
As he spoke, Ritas slammed his forging hammer down once more.

Even though nothing in the room was made of real metal, the impact produced a metallic clanging sound.

"Do you really have to make something this complicated?!"

An urgent voice came from afar.

Charlotte had tried her best, but unfortunately all the ice crystals she created were easily scattered by Corteline.

This situation also shows that even without the sword, Cortriene remains the strongest in this space. However, she seems to be captivated by the sword, blindly pursuing that weapon.

Seeing that Cortriene's hand had already touched the hilt of the greatsword, Charlotte gritted her teeth and decided to do something more risky to restrain Cortriene, thinking, "I'm the only one who can do this."

As if sensing her thoughts, a large number of golden butterflies hidden around her flew out and surrounded her, stopping her from acting irrationally.

On the other side, Millie also began to imitate her, swinging the forging hammer continuously.

"Legend has it that Saint Marenu was an 'omnipotent being,' an incarnation of a god. Therefore, even her weapons were forged by herself."

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Millie wanted to respond with a "Hey!" but swinging these magical forging hammers was far more strenuous than she had imagined, leaving her with no energy left to make a sound.

Having entered the realm of "soul magic" to some extent, Millie knew very well that she was doing something very special under Ritas's guidance.

With each swing of the forging hammer, she expended not only physical strength and energy, but also her very soul. However, this was different from directly depleting her soul; it was more like a power intertwined with her soul, which she then imbued into the thing she was creating.

"Since you already possess a 'sword,' what we need is another weapon."

Ritas and Millie began to take turns swinging their forging hammers.

Another weapon. Millie's mind was still hazy.

"When mentioning Saint Marenu, one cannot avoid the legends surrounding her and Pegasus."

Pegasus.

Millie's imagination became more concrete, conjuring up an image of a girl in silver armor riding a celestial horse with pure white wings.

The saintess who leads the people to drive out the demons will likely always be at the forefront of the procession.

In this situation, perhaps compared to a holy sword...
Ding--!
A clearer and crisper metallic clang rang out than before.

Suddenly, the golden light transformed into surging ripples, spreading outwards.

On the last paradise.

Cortrienne gripped her greatsword once more.

The sword, whose mass was equivalent to that of a giant airship, was once again lifted by one end and placed diagonally on the ground.

At this moment, the fairy tale world could no longer withstand that blow filled with destructive power.

Cortriene, whose veins seemed about to burst, slowly lifted the tip of her greatsword off the ground as she tried to raise it.

And at that very moment, a beam of light burst forth on the opposite side.

Trailing a long tail like a comet, scattered with countless golden particles, the dazzling beam of light spiraled into the sky.

In the very center of the sky, the light that had previously resembled the long tail of a comet transformed into the shape of wings and suddenly stretched out to both sides.

At the center of a pair of golden wings stood Millie, holding an ancient-looking lance.

"This is."

“'Holy Lance Lor'”.

Having completed its mission, it transformed into the ruins of a phantom blacksmith's shop. Ritas answered the question posed by the goddess of bathing, who had finally dared to "breathe."

Even though Ritas's tone remained calm, the goddess of bathing, who knew him well, could detect a hint of emotion beneath his forced composure.

In fact, Ritas, who took the initiative to make this attempt, did not expect that Millie could actually perfectly reproduce the legendary saint's weapon.

Even with the special advantages of the fairy tale world, and factors such as the Western Regions and the descendants of the Saintess, Ritas's original expectation was merely something slightly stronger than his enhancement magic, the "Elemental Artifact."

And perhaps Millie's or Miriam's most special talent lies in their ability to transcend time and grasp that miraculous probability.

“It seems she is the ‘real deal’.” Having returned to the Western Regions with Millie, Ritas had hoped to prove whether the legendary saintess was connected to Millie. Now, the facts presented had undoubtedly simplified many steps for him, or rather, almost all of them.

"Do you even need to tell me? Of course it's genuine! No, wait, can you stop making it sound like your antiques are some kind of treasure?"

Only the goddess of bathing knows what Ritas is lamenting.

Although she is still somewhat immature, Millie is undoubtedly the "hero" destined to save the world, both in the "Star Pattern" game and in the real world.

"No"

"Ok?"

Looking up at the sky, Ritas suddenly uttered a sharp "No".

"To be precise, it wasn't the saintess's weapon, the 'Holy Lance'. Rather..."

Millie held a conical lance, which was probably longer than her current height, and pointed it at the sky.

Instantly, the clouds in the sky were shaken apart. A ring of azure flames now encircled the once golden, flowing spear.

"It is her own fantasy holy lance."

Ritas's meticulous corrections.

Above the sky, Millie, whose body was also engulfed in flames, slowly lowered the holy lance in her hand, aiming it at Cortelene.

Cortrienne, on the other hand, was completely captivated by her opponent hanging in the sky, and her eyes once again revealed a fanatical gleam.

The earth trembled slightly, and Cortriene had already raised her sword.

However, when it is thrown to the ground, the abnormal weight of the greatsword caused by the abrupt rules might be able to be concealed.

But once Cortrienne lifted him up, the massive airship, along with her weight, slammed down onto the last vestige of the crumbling earth.

In an instant, there is no need for a signal between them.

The sky was set ablaze, and the earth was torn apart.

Millie, seemingly fused with the Holy Lance, hurtled towards Cortriene like a giant ball of flame.

Cortriene also raised her heavy sword and once again unleashed a devastating slash with overwhelming force.

The outer walls of the fairytale world could no longer withstand the pressure and began to crack.

Two terrifying forces that could cause all things to wither and perish collided.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

A fairy tale world that has been almost completely tainted by nihilism.

The surrounding darkness was like an endless ocean, and the people standing on a piece of floating wasteland were like drifting boats in that ocean.

This last refuge was undoubtedly saved by the professor who was most skilled in protective magic.

Amidst the goddess's panicked cries, a radiant magic circle appeared on the already crowded wasteland.

As the magic circle lit up, Millie appeared, panting heavily and leaning on the ground, looking almost completely exhausted.

"Millie!?"

Her appearance drew gasps of surprise from the others.

"How could you know? Before that, what happened in the final showdown?"

Xia Luoluo asked hurriedly.

"I won!"

As she said this, Millie, who was already overworked, revealed an incredibly happy and radiant smile.

From the very first day he entered the fairy tale world, he was mercilessly slaughtered by the Tin Man.

Now, she has finally defeated Cortrienne head-on.

Although she couldn't say for sure what percentage of the power she used to defeat Cortriene was truly her own. Moreover, Cortriene had also been weakened in various ways.

But
A win is a win!

Even if it involved using a lance, this victory is very much in line with the mage's style!
"Oh!"

The goddess of bathing and Charlotte immediately cheered.

But unlike the goddess of the bath who was simply happy, a look of worry immediately appeared on Charlotte's face.

"Over there with Kert."

"Yes, and Cortriene too. Uh, now that you've won, what's going on? Wait! Where did Little Ri go before that?!"

The goddess of bathing also noticed that the current situation was somewhat strange.

Ritas was definitely still there when the protective barrier secured their foothold.

In other words, Ritas was nowhere to be seen when Millie appeared.

"Brother, he should be there."

Viyn, who had been very quiet all along, suddenly joined the conversation and pointed to a direction in the void.
"You seem to have forgotten that there are actually correct strategies for defeating regional leaders."

As Millie returned with good news of her victory, Ritas, who had switched places with Millie, found himself in a position completely shrouded in darkness.

Fortunately, even though Cortelne was in the void, her body being scorched by seemingly inextinguishable blue flames and constantly roaring, she could serve as a clear coordinate point.

In the void where many rules are broken and disordered, Ritas and Cortriene have nothing beneath their feet, yet they will not fall into the bottomless abyss of darkness.

Cortriene's greatsword was in a similar situation to the two of them.

The seemingly indestructible heavy sword had now been completely broken into pieces, scattered around Cortriene.

"No matter what, your life is a bit too tough. Tough to the point of being annoying, Kurt."

Faced with Cortriene, Ritas spoke softly.

"However, this is also good news for me. If you are destroyed, I will find a way to rebuild you."

"After all, it's you. You probably wouldn't be so stubborn after suffering such a severe loss that you wouldn't listen to anyone. And now, your belated rebellious phase should be coming to an end."

As Ritas spoke, he slowly lifted up the "Dorothy Bedtime Stories," a book representing the fairy tale world.

The other side.

"Hey! Looking closer, it's not just Riko who's missing. Where did Butterfly Mask go too?!"

The goddess of bathing, searching for traces of Ritas, was astonished to find that there were more people missing than she had imagined.

(End of this chapter)