Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 416 Second Semester

A dazzling white light suddenly exploded in the sky.

The fireworks, though not particularly glamorous, were exceptionally breathtaking and immediately captured the attention of almost everyone.

When the eyes of the audience returned to the arena, they saw that the scene inside had completely changed.

John's arrival went unnoticed by anyone except Ritas, who was already in the stadium.

This led to the situation where, after Ritas suddenly appeared, Floyd disappeared for unknown reasons.

But by sheer coincidence, Floyd's severed arm fell not far away.

What exactly is going on?
The storm caused by the explosion in the sky had not yet subsided, the torrential rain continued to pour down, and even towering waves were crashing against the outer walls of the arena.

浪？
Suddenly, a series of exclamations arose.

The giant waves that crashed over the outer walls of the arena crashed into its interior.

However, the water volume in the wave was surprisingly small, only managing to sweep away a few people below. The majority of the rest were simply washed away.

With the gentle waves, a small boat flew into the arena and plunged into the ground.

The torrential rain and waves created a shallow pool of water on the ground inside the arena.

Standing in this expanse of azure, Ritas used magic to pull Freud's severed arm towards him. At the same time, several people quickly emerged from the small boat and surrounded Ritas.

The individuals are Charlotte Elson, Blake Elson, and "The Casket" Pearl.

"Old man."

Seeing Roland lying unconscious to the side, Charlotte turned pale and wanted to rush over immediately. However, before she could do so, Blake reached out and stopped her.

"The head of the family will be fine. Calm down, Miss Xia Luoluo."

Perhaps because the rain was constantly pattering on her face, Charlotte, whose mind was still somewhat clear, listened to Blake's words.

Indeed, with Floyd, who posed a threat to Rowland, gone, Rowland's situation, while worrying, is not in the worst possible category.

Speaking of which, where did Floyd go?
"Rebel leader Floyd Elson—! Has been killed—turned to ashes! Just like this severed arm!"

Ritas's roar suddenly reverberated across the entire sky.

He held the white disc high, placing his severed arm on it. In the next instant, a fierce flame erupted, instantly reducing the severed arm to ashes.

In reality, Ritas simply teleported Freud's arm away. He can no longer unleash flames capable of instantly turning things to ashes.

While it's unknown which scoundrel or stray dog ​​in the city will ultimately benefit from Freud's arm, from an outsider's perspective, Ritas perfectly accomplished what he declared.

If Floyd's arm could turn to ash instantly, does that mean Floyd himself was truly as he claimed?
Instantly, chaos erupted within the arena.

The frontline border troops were in complete chaos, with terrified and incredulous cries echoing throughout the arena.

Within the border troops, there were many of Floyd's confidants and staunch followers.

While they were still in a state of confusion, after hearing Ritas's declaration, their hearts were immediately overwhelmed by hatred.

Just as several rows of soldiers stormed into the arena, determined to avenge Floyd at all costs.

A massive waterspout swirled up on the azure ground of the arena.

The inverted waterspout spun rapidly, stretching straight to the sky.

As the waterspout suddenly dispersed, a celestial horse with outstretched white wings appeared in the sky.

On the celestial steed, a knight fully armored held aloft a golden blade in his right hand and swung a crimson lance in his left.

Several bolts of lightning and heavenly fire descended from the sky, accurately striking or scattering in front of the soldiers, blocking their path.

At the same time, the Pegasus Knights swooped down from the sky, bringing their massive figures to a stop behind Ritas.

"it's time."

Ritas whispered a reminder. The three people beside him couldn't help but stiffen.

Charlotte was unwilling. She couldn't really give a reason, but she just didn't want to be inferior to "that guy Ritas".

Blake was unwilling. He deeply resented the Roland family, who had "taken" his sister away, and he especially disliked Ritas.

Perf was unwilling. Because of... the evil Berengrom!!!

Even though the three were reluctant, they gritted their teeth and knelt on one knee, bowing respectfully to Ritas.

Of the three, Perfumer played a trick, slightly shifting her position and orientation. This made it appear as if she was kneeling before the Pegasus Knight behind Ritas, rather than Ritas himself.

"."

So how exactly did he manage to gather so many rebellious guys?
After a moment of silence, Ritas, having readjusted his mind, faced the countless eyes in the arena and raised his arms high.

"I am the ultimate victor in this public duel!"

"Under the witness of Charlotte Elson, daughter of Roland Elson!"

"In the presence of Blake Elson, son of Remo Elson!"

"Under the witness of Perlff, in the sacred box of the White Winged Evangelical Church!"

"Under the witness of 'Saint Marenu'—!"

“I bear the history of ‘Elson’ on my shoulders, am protected by the ‘Saintess’, and am the only ‘victor’!”

"Therefore, I hereby declare! I, Roland Elson's son, Ritas Berengrom Elson—am the most rightful heir to this Western Region and the Elson family—!"

"In the name of the next Lord of the West, I hereby declare that all who point weapons and fangs at me are traitors! I will use the blood of these traitors to write the first page of my legend!"

boom--

The overcast sky suddenly cleared. A ray of dazzling midday sunlight shone directly on Ritas.

The declaration, amplified by magic, resounded across the arena, the city of Horo, and even over a large area of ​​the surrounding region and the Monster Forest.

And what will be ignited is not only Horo City, but also the entire Elson family and the whole of the West.

The war has not ended.

But for Ritas, this was already a war that was destined to end in his victory.

same moment.

Snow-covered mountains with heavy snowfall.

Inside the ruins of a labyrinth that had been uprooted and turned into a stronghold of an organization dedicated to destroying the world.

John's figure appeared, releasing his rescued companions into a vast space, and then his own phantom merged with the sleeping body.

John, now back in his original form, stood up and then swayed as if he couldn't control his body.

As he staggered, a young woman named Rani, who was always by his side, caught him.

"Have you run into trouble?"

Rani looked at John's pale face and asked.

"Yes, that's a big problem."

John straightened up, gesturing to Rani that she didn't need to help him anymore, and then let out a long sigh. It wasn't that the rescue operation had taken a toll on him; rather, his current condition was already quite poor.

Therefore, the "illusory image" that could not exert much power actually helped him hide his poor physical condition.

"Compared to what we imagined, he became a thorny problem we had to solve much earlier. Actually, we should have thought of this sooner. Since the 'shackles' of the world have only recently been lifted, and powers that were previously unusable have only recently become freely available, then to a certain extent, everyone will be on the same starting line. And if everyone starts at the same time, he will inevitably be at the forefront."

"Yes Yes."

John didn't need to say it outright; Rani already knew who they were talking about.

One can imagine that John must have said many harsh, sarcastic, and provocative things to "him." While outwardly speaking ill of him, he secretly showered him with praise.

Rani sometimes didn't know how to judge John's behavior.

"And most importantly, a stupid woman used only three months to turn 'him' into a potential threat that could shake us, years ahead of schedule."

A somber look appeared on John's face. Besides the Tree Witch Livis, it seemed there was now a second woman in this world who could make John lose his composure.

".Well"

Rani scratched her head.

"That stupid woman is out there trying to see you. Of course, she doesn't dare come in person, so she sent a messenger."

"."

John closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed his furrowed brow. Then, after checking his condition and considering it carefully, he once again appeared as a phantom and headed to the base's main hall.

In the hall of the World Destroyer organization, a man with a shaved head and the number 0022, the mark of sin, had been waiting for John for a long time.

Besides the man, the rocking chair favored by the "Sage" could be seen in a corner of the hall. However, the old man in the rocking chair was not present.

When John appeared, the man from the "Darkborn" decisively slit his throat with his dagger, and the large amount of blood that flowed onto the ground soon formed a blood-red female figure.

"It's been a long time, Lady Wanderer."

In the center of the hall stood a stone throne that resembled a royal throne. This throne was not something John and his companions had created; it was something that had always been part of this now-dead labyrinth.

John did not sit on the stone seat, but instead walked around to the front of it, smiling gently at the wanderer.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Lord John. The mission you entrusted to us has gone awry unexpectedly—I really wanted to save them."

The wanderer spoke these words in a voice filled with unbearable sorrow.

Even John's expression stiffened for a moment.

"I understand, Madam Wanderer. That 'professor' is difficult to deal with. If we stay outside the stage, it's hard to threaten him. But if we enter the stage to deal with him, we'll inevitably encounter many dangers. Besides, didn't you do a good job of testing the world's constraints and restraining them? We're cooperating, so there's no need for thanks or apologies. On the contrary, we feel ashamed and sorry for your unfortunate injury."

John, his throat churning, had probably never uttered such difficult words of comfort in his entire life.
"Therefore, as agreed, you may continue to keep those 'stone tablets' as a testament to our friendship. And in the future, we will continue to rely on the strength of your organization."

"No, very much so. Since there's no need for thanks between us, please allow me to offer my sincerest blessings."

The wanderer, who seemed genuinely moved, said this, bowing slightly.
"It can't be called a reward. But in that 'courtyard,' I discovered that some strange beings were involved. Therefore, I will compile all their information and hand it over to your organization."

"Thank you for your trouble."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the male, numbered 0022, had already bled to death.

Thus, as the blood dried and turned to ash, the wanderer's will departed from the stronghold of the world-destroying organization.

"It's a good thing you didn't spit it out. Sending a pig to do those things wouldn't have done any worse than her!"

A short while later, Rani carried John's body into the hall. John, whose phantom image had indeed reached its limit, merged back into the body in the hall.

"I wasn't entirely lying. In any case, she achieved our minimum objective. And as you know, Miss Rani, we no longer have time to recruit members or train helpers. It's just that 'power' doesn't only cling to those with brains."

John looked to be in really bad health; his complexion was even worse than before.

"Yeah, I'm probably the least qualified to complain about her. If it weren't for all the 'roles' she provided for me..."

As Rani was speaking, a series of dragging footsteps echoed through the empty hall.

John and Rani turned to look and saw that the person emerging from inside the stronghold was Freud, who was holding his own missing arm.

“Mr. Freud? You’d better rest for now. Although the ‘factor toxin’ isn’t too deadly due to the different environment, since someone was involved, it will be very difficult to completely remove it. If I remember correctly, the top salesman who wasn’t poisoned is now lying in the break room groaning.”

Seeing the somber expression on Floyd's ashen face, John even made a small joke about the absent top salesman.

"I failed to complete the mission and was unable to bring the 'Sword Saint's body' here."

"So that's what you were concerned about. It's alright, Mr. Freud. The 'Sword Saint's Body' was merely a contingency plan. Rather, the Sword Saint's physical condition has deteriorated far more severely than I imagined. Therefore, even if his body still possesses a certain strength, it is likely no longer sufficient for us to complete our objective."

"In that case."

Floyd's face showed a resolute expression.

"My body should also meet the requirements, right? Since I failed to fulfill the agreement, then I myself will be the price."

"."

John suppressed his seemingly friendly, approachable, but sometimes frivolous smile, gazed at Freud for a moment, and then shook his head.

"The so-called 'sacrifice' is actually something that needs to be carefully selected, so I don't need the incomplete 'sword saint's body'."

"!"

Floyd, his body stiffening, scratched the wound on his right arm even harder, his face contorted in pain.

"and"

After saying that, the coldness on John's face vanished quickly, and he returned to his usual demeanor.
“Unlike Mr. Freud’s situation, our operation has gone exceptionally smoothly. Therefore, the ‘contingency plan’ may no longer be necessary.”

As John spoke, a figure slowly emerged from another fork in the road leading to the hall.

The figure dragged the right foot of a corpse with its left hand, pulling the body along the ground, passing between the three people who were talking as if no one else was there, and finally stopping in front of the stone seat in the center of the hall.

The body was carelessly thrown aside beside the stone seat and trampled on like a stepping stone. Finally, the figure who came to the hall sat down on the stone seat without hesitation.

"How could it be you!"

After getting a clear look at the black-haired youth on the stone seat, Freud couldn't help but roar.

Shock, disbelief, anger, and even some fear.

Although it was slightly different from what he remembered, he was completely used to it, as if the huge stone seat had been created specifically for him. The black-haired youth leaning against it was someone who could never possibly be here.

The black-haired youth on the stone seat completely ignored Freud's presence, and simply kicked the corpse beside the stone seat, causing it to roll down the slope in front of the stone seat and roll in front of John and Rani.

"Now that everything you need has been gathered, when will your ultimate plan, capable of destroying the world, begin? Remember, it should be before the 'protagonist' on that stage truly takes the stage, right?"

"Due to the heavy losses we suffered in the previous battle, we need some time to recover and prepare. Therefore..."

John, who had intended to give a serious answer, looked at the black-haired youth's face and suddenly, on a whim, responded with three words.

At this moment, Floyd, whose attention had been entirely focused on the black-haired youth, finally saw the face of the corpse on the ground.

There were no large wounds, nor any signs of poisoning.

The corpse, which appeared to be sleeping peacefully, was none other than Ominas, one of the Four Sages, known as "The Enlightened One".

"Next semester—"

(End of this chapter)