Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 430 Another New School Year
As the weather gradually warms up, Erles Higher Magic Academy welcomes a new semester.

Compared to last year, the academy was much quieter. The students who were still willing to stay breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the state of the academy.

Although the golden spaces they desperately wanted explained still existed, at least those parts no longer affected their daily school life.

Sigh. Have their requirements for the college become so low?
Many students felt this lament in their hearts.

On his way to the auditorium where the opening ceremony was about to be held, Kraft Schneize, the class head of the Elementary School's Yewwood Class, heard a voice calling his name.

Indeed, at the end of the first semester, when it was necessary to elect class leaders and the head of the elementary division, Crafoord was successfully elected as the class leader of the Yewwood class. However, rather than because Crafoord was diligent or had good grades, the reason for his election was more because others found it troublesome and didn't want to take the position.

That is why, in the past, Crafoord, who always fought against heaven and earth in the Orange Radiance Class, felt somewhat complicated when no one was competing with him.

Incidentally, the top student in this year's elementary school is naturally the girl who has been known as the top student since the beginning of her school years.

"Hey~ Clara, how was your holiday?"

"Long time no see, it's been a while, Grenville. My vacation went well, how about yours?"

Claf, who instinctively wanted to respond with a stereotypical phrase, quickly changed his approach to small talk.

Clafle turned his head slightly and stared at Glennwell as he approached, momentarily stunned.

Grenville's signature spiky orange hair had vanished, leaving him bald. Over his school uniform, he wore a dirty, tattered one-shoulder cape, and his left hand was slinged up with a yellowed bandage.

"What are you doing?"

“Unlike you, my hometown is a battlefield. So, letting me go home on leave is tantamount to sending me back to war.”

Glennwell sighed softly, gazing at the distant sky with the lonely air of a master.

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Craft couldn't help but rub his forehead.

At Earls Academy, there's a saying like "debuting in the second year, debuting in the third year." It means that during the long winter break, you suddenly transform yourself into someone completely different from before to attract the attention of your classmates. It's actually quite an embarrassing thing to do, to be honest.

However, in Grenwell's case, it's more like his brain resets every semester, and he "re-debuts" once again.

Is it necessary to shave all your hair off?

"You don't understand the battlefield."

Grenville shook his head deeply.
"On the battlefield, the most taboo thing is anything with a marker. If it were just me, it would be fine, but if I am too conspicuous and my comrades are also targeted, that would be a sin."

As he spoke, Glennwell gently stroked the top of his head, where stubble had already grown out.

He definitely didn't shave his head because he hadn't been back to his hometown for a long time and was having trouble adjusting to the environment there, causing him to develop painful little red bumps on his head that he found extremely difficult to touch!
"Then at least take off that shawl. Especially coming to the academy in such dirty clothes, it's just too deliberate."

"Uh"

Grenville was somewhat embarrassed.

"Also, bandages and the like are no longer fashionable in the academy."

The reason Crafoord said it was "not popular" is because it was actually popular in the college for a while at the beginning of the last semester.

The maze incident at the end of the first semester led to an "adventure craze" in the elementary school at the beginning of the next semester. As a result, many students were seen wearing bandages everywhere. Grenville didn't notice the unusual scene, perhaps because he himself was "unusual."

As for whether anything will become popular this semester, Kraft thinks it's unlikely. After all, the events at the end of last semester went a bit too far.

As Crafoord was saying this, and was about to reach out and remove Grenville's embarrassing bandages, Grenville dodged him.

"Don't touch it! Don't touch it! This arm is really broken! The doctor said I need to keep it still for at least another month, otherwise it will leave lasting damage!"

Glennwell quickly explained.

The reason his arm was broken was definitely not because his childhood sweetheart suddenly screamed in the bathroom, and he rushed in, only to have a wooden tub fly over and the bathroom itself be hard and slippery, causing him to fall in a very bad position.

Sigh. He couldn't understand why a girl who could throw a wooden basin with such force would be afraid of a mouse that had wandered into the bathroom.
"Really... injured? Oh, sorry, I was impulsive."

Crafoord paused for a moment, then looked at Grenville with a particularly bewildered expression.

So, aside from the cloak being a publicity stunt, everything else is real? This guy really went to the battlefield as a mercenary during his vacation?

Faced with Crafoord's questions and apologies, Grenville simply replied with a desolate and forlorn expression, "It's alright."

"Although, it's probably not everyone who's here. But... there are definitely far fewer people in the academy."

After meeting up with Crafoord, Grenville continued toward the Great Hall, looking at the sparse crowd and sighing with emotion.

In his memory, the opening ceremony of the first semester, which was attended only by freshmen, was much more lively than it is now.

"In Purplewood Village, is there anyone... any weakling who's dropped out?"

"As far as I know, it seems that only our class has left the college."

Craft replied that he had returned to Earls College ten days before the start of the semester and had done some research.

"Oh? It seems everyone is quite loyal."

"This isn't a matter of loyalty or disloyalty."

"But Clara, didn't your family object to you continuing to come to Ers? I remember they were quite strict about it?"

"Uh"

Claft pushed up his glasses somewhat awkwardly.

He somewhat regretted mentioning his family situation to Grenville last semester. However, there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't know if it was because he had never met a friend like Grenville before, or if there was some other quality about Grenville. Facing this cheerful guy with a head full of wild ideas, he would inadvertently pour out his inner turmoil.

"In crucial moments, they still stand by my side and support me."

A shadow of gloom crossed Kraft's face.

Although Grenville also felt that something was amiss, he naturally didn't press the matter since the other party was unwilling to elaborate.

"At this rate, our class might suddenly become the class with the most students."

Claf said this as if changing the subject.

"At most? Even if no one drops out, it shouldn't be that many. There are only a few of us in total, right?"

"If you include the new transfer students, it's quite possible. After the academy exchange meeting, many students from other institutions will transfer in." "Really? Our academy is already in such a state..."

Glenwell pointed to the towering light tower that could be seen from any corner of the academy.

"Although many things have happened at Erles Academy, Professor Ritas's allure will surpass all of that! Presumably, the vast majority of students from other institutions attending the academy exchange are there because of his reputation. They're striving to participate in those competitions in hopes of even a sliver of a chance to become his student!"

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Grenville was speechless for a moment.

Their class monitor is great in every way; he's normal more than 95% of the time, except for occasional...
"While I do welcome new transfer students, to avoid too many transfer students disrupting the existing structure of the class, as the class head, I may need to compile a lecture plan to instill our 'Yew Wood Spirit' in them as soon as possible!"

"Purple Robe Wood Soul? What's that? Do we even have such a thing? Or rather, aren't you a transfer student too?"

"This is something you don't know. My transfer actually happened during the summer after the first semester, which is before the start of the second semester. So, having already spent a full semester in the Yewwood class, I can no longer be defined as a 'transfer student'."

"There are such rules?"

Just as Glenwell was gaining a lot of experience, a familiar figure appeared in front of the two of them, chatting intimately with several upperclasswomen.

"Is that Millie? Hey—Millie!"

Upon seeing the figure with long silver hair tied in a ponytail, Glennwell excitedly shouted and waved.

If this had happened when Crafoord first met Grenville last semester, he might have felt that Grenville's actions made him, as a fellow traveler, somewhat embarrassed. But now, aside from a slightly helpless expression, Crafoord no longer showed any disgust.

"Ok?"

Not far away, Miriam, who had been called, slightly raised his head and then slowly turned around.

Her face, which seemed to have changed inexplicably from what they remembered, was now more refined, and she smiled gently upon seeing them.

"Long time no see, Glenn and Clara. Are you on vacation? Hmm? What's up with you two?"

Seeing the two people staring at him, seemingly lost in thought, Miriam tilted his head slightly, puzzled.

"Stop looking around, Elise. The professor won't be attending any non-mandatory events like the opening ceremony."

At the same time, three female students from the Purplewood Class had already gathered at the entrance of the auditorium.

Sylvie Latras, with a meaningful smile, offered her advice to the large-sized girl standing on the steps, who kept looking around.

"I... I'm not looking for a professor."

Elise blushed slightly and waved her hands repeatedly to cover it up.

"Aside from the classroom, the chances of meeting a professor in college are actually lower than you might imagine. For example, some people have spent an entire winter break in college just to be able to meet a professor, but they still haven't met one once."

As Sylvie spoke, she turned her gaze to Melcy Finn beside her. Melcy, who was a beat slow to realize that Sylvie was referring to her, blushed instantly, mumbled something barely audible, and then took a slice of bread from the pouch at her waist and put it in her mouth to chew.

"Why are you having breakfast here? I remember you arrived quite early, so didn't you have plenty of time to finish breakfast before attending the opening ceremony?"

Seeing Melcy's actions, Sylvie asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I might get lost and be late. There have been a lot of changes at the academy. And sometimes, whenever I'm in front of the auditorium, I feel like eating something."

"What kind of weird quirk is this? By the way, the school rules clearly state that eating in the auditorium is not allowed."

"Eh? Eh hey hey?"

"Don't worry, I just made it up."

Sylvie narrowed her eyes slightly and said with a smile.

“Sylvie—”

Melcy, who almost choked, complained with dissatisfaction.

During their conversation, a small commotion suddenly broke out not far away.

Suddenly, Elise, who should have been beside them, appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
"Wow! Xia Lu! I'm so glad you're okay~ You didn't come to class at the end of last semester, I was really worried about you!"

Elise said excitedly as she hugged the petite Charlotte Lauen in her arms.

As best friends who formed a bond in the first semester, Elise was undoubtedly one of the people most worried about Charlotte when she was injured during the academy exchange meeting and had been recuperating.

Unfortunately, due to various uncertainties at the time, Iris had to return home before the semester ended and winter break began, and Ritas did not allow her to visit Charlotte. Therefore, Iris spent those months carrying this worry with her.

"While I appreciate your sentiments, considering our size difference, perhaps you could find a different way to express your enthusiasm?"

Charlotte, struggling to peek out from Elise's embrace, said this.

As roughly the largest and smallest girls in Erles Academy, their current scene is less of an embrace and more of an "attack" or "hunt".

After a short while, Charlotte, having finally broken free from Elise, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes and went to where Sylvie and Melsie were.

Greetings, both of you. I hope you've just had a meaningful holiday.

"Greetings, greetings?" "Hehe, greetings, student Xia Lu."

Starting with the girl, who was least suited to a refined greeting, the four of them exchanged some oddly pleasantries before huddling together to continue their conversation.

However, Elise spent most of the time enthusiastically sharing her own stories. The other three, on the other hand, all wore expressions of silence and gloom.

Whether it's a family, a race, or a strange power within oneself.

The girls, each burdened with their own troubles, probably never imagined that when they first entered school, Elise, because of her natural physique, would always stand out no matter what she did or where she was. So perhaps the one who carried the most worries would now be the one among them with the clearest and most innocent eyes.

Soon after, the doors of the auditorium opened, and the opening ceremony was about to begin.

Xia Lu, who deliberately stayed at the back of the line, slightly raised her head and spoke to the seemingly empty eaves.

"Aren't you coming with us, Boudica?"

After a few seconds of silence, once Xia Lu's voice had completely faded away, a figure hanging upside down revealed the upper half of her face slightly from under the eaves.
"I still have a mission to complete, so please don't mind me, Cadet Xia Lu."

After saying that, Boudica concealed herself once again.

(End of this chapter)