Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 44 Dark Descendants
Tuesday morning.

After talking with the Bathing Goddess, Ritas had a hypothesis: the infestation of the "shadow seed" would cause the original owner of the shadow to experience mood changes.

While thinking whether he could get more information based on this guess, Ritas walked downstairs thoughtfully and saw Miriam sneaking around in the courtyard.

At this moment, Miriam was hiding behind the pillars of the mansion's porch, looking towards the iron gate of the courtyard from time to time.

"Cadet Miriam, what are you doing?"

Miriam was slightly startled by someone talking to her from behind, and immediately made a "hush" gesture to Ritas.

Ritas, on the other hand, frowned slightly at Miriam's apparent hiding situation.

He seemed familiar with this scene.

At the "Tree Witch Research Institute" where he worked, there was a male researcher known for his chaotic relationships with women. And that male researcher was blocked at the institute's gate by troublemakers, women, men, women's men, and men's women, and he dared not leave, just like now.

"you"

"I am waiting for the messenger, Professor Ritas."

After turning around, Miriam saw that Ritas's face was inexplicably turning dark, and she explained repeatedly.

"A messenger? Today is not the day for messengers to deliver mail. Besides, they deliver mail much earlier than now."

After hearing Miriam's explanation, Ritas's expression eased a little and he said in confusion.

Although it was still early in the morning and there were still about two hours before the official class started, the messengers usually finished their work quietly before daybreak.

"Professor, do you remember that strange letter? The one to the Son of Sinner?"

Ritas nodded.

"After returning the letter yesterday, I was a little concerned, so I went to the 'Life Department' to inquire about the details. As a result, the college's postmen all said that they had never sent a letter like that."

"Oh?"

Ritas became slightly interested.

If it was any other letter, the postman might not have paid much attention to it. But on a white envelope, with words like "Personally from the Son of a Sinner" written in large dark red letters, I think once you have read it, it will leave an impression.

"And what's even stranger is, didn't we return two letters before? And the postmen who took over those two letters said that the letters were missing. It seems that they disappeared suddenly without anyone noticing."

Hearing this, Ritas's expression gradually became solemn.

There had been a lot of strange things happening at Earls College recently. Furthermore, this incident connected to the "brave man" Miriam. So, he naturally thought of the four "villain organizations."

"I see. And, based on the order in which the letters were stacked, you inferred that every time we returned a letter, a similar one would be put back in the mailbox the next day. So, is that why you're waiting here?"

The mailbox in Ritas and Miriam's dorm was a small one. Therefore, once the letters were put in, they rarely moved. Therefore, the letters were usually stacked up in the order they were put in, from bottom to top.

"Yes, it is!"

Miriam's face flashed a look of "Is there such a thing?" for a moment, but she quickly answered "firmly".

"However, the sample size used to infer patterns is too small, so the answer we draw now may not be correct. Moreover, even if the messenger really does deliver the letter today, you can't wait here all day."

Looking at Miriam's suspicious reaction, Ritas paused for a moment and continued.

"No, I think I can, Professor. So, can I take a day off today?"

"No!"

Oh my god, it turns out he was waiting here.

Ritas looked at Miriam in silence.

Not to mention how distracted Miriam was, wanting to see who had been dropping strange letters at their mansion. How much did he hate studying that he would rather squat behind a pillar all day than go to class?

"Eh--?"

Miriam couldn't help showing disappointment.

Just as Ritas and Miriam were talking, a strange-looking figure appeared on the side of the road near their dormitory.

The two people stopped talking almost at the same time, and their eyes unconsciously focused on that figure.

He was a male student from the Green Ivy class. Ritas had some impression of him, but couldn't place his name. He seemed to live near the dormitory, so when Ritas's rope swing was delivered a few days ago, he was among the crowd watching.

However, both Ritas and Miriam felt that there was something wrong with this student at this moment.

Because he was wearing a tall black top hat on his head, a white cloak, gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and a cane in his hand.

Although, compared to adventurers and patriarchs, this outfit is not that ostentatious.

But on a weekday morning, when there are classes to attend soon, normal students obviously would not dress like this.

The student's legs and feet don't seem to have any problems, so the crutch is probably just a decoration.

He walked briskly to the door of their dormitory, temporarily tucked his crutches under his armpits, and after searching the lining of his clothes for a long time without success, he took off his hat with a look of realization, took out a gold-rimmed envelope from it, and put it into the mailbox.

After completing the task of delivering the letter, the student obviously noticed the gazes of Ritas and Miriam, so he turned around, put his hat against his chest, and bowed sharply.

Faced with this strange scene that suddenly appeared in her peaceful daily life, Miriam, who had been very excited to catch the messenger, was completely stunned.

Meanwhile, Ritas, on the other side, clearly felt his gaze meet the other's. The letter and the bow were clearly directed at him.

"Wait a minute, that student!"

Just as the messenger finished his work and was about to leave, Ritas called out to him.

The student swung his white cloak, and instantly a large amount of white smoke began to spread around him.

Then, in less than a second, a strong wind blew away all the white smoke.

Miriam, who was standing next to Ritas, didn't see his mentor use or chant any magic, but the magic was effective.

However, the strange student had vanished in the dispersing white smoke. All that remained on the ground was a large scarecrow-like puppet, wrapped in white cloth and tied around its neck with a rope.

The puppet's "head" suddenly burst open, and from within it emanated the sound of numerous flapping wings. In stark contrast to the puppet's head, which was only three or four times the size of a normal human's, dozens of white doves simultaneously flew out and soared into the sky.

What awaits these pigeons are sharp and whistling wind blades.

This time, when Ritas used magic, he finally had some corresponding actions.

He used his fingers to direct the wind blades, accurately shooting down each white dove.

Among the flock of white pigeons, one bird, wearing a thumb-sized gold-rimmed monocle on its head, stood out. It dodged several of Ritas's precise wind blades.

But all we can say is that Ritas's wind blades are released too quickly and their number is too dense.

So, no matter how agile the white dove was, it was shot down after a few breaths.

After rushing to the landing point of the white pigeon, Ritas found that it was just a white pigeon with a small monocle. Moreover, Ritas did not find any suspicious individuals among the other white pigeons that were shot down.

With a frown on his face and realizing he was being teased, Ritas returned to where the student was originally.

After removing the doll with a broken head, Ritas saw a dark hole.

It was a tunnel, the real means of escape for the suspicious students.

No. Not necessarily.

Although it was only a brief exchange, or perhaps not even a "fight," Ritas had already sensed his opponent's various magical tactics. Furthermore, the opponent had displayed exceptional cunning, or perhaps even playfulness.

Therefore, this tunnel may still be just a decoy.

If it was before the assassination, Ritas might have been extremely shocked by these strange and unpredictable methods that could not be explained even by the omnipotent magic.

but now.
In any case, it would be impossible to catch up now.

After thinking for a moment, Ritas gave up the dangerous idea of filling the tunnel with fire and groundwater. He simply wanted to see where this tunnel led to.

He took out several strengthening magic circles from his bag, spread them on the ground, then closed his eyes and took out his wand.

Soon, strong and fierce winds gathered and, under the guidance of Ritas, poured into the tunnel.

It's dawn
Two streets away from Ritas and Miriam's dormitory, in another dormitory, a young man drowsily opened his eyes.

Yawning, scratching his belly, and saying hello to his roommate who had already finished washing up, the boy went to the bathroom.

After arriving at Earls College, the boy used the toilet for the first time. Although he was not used to it at first, he now completely loves this convenient daily tool.

The boy had just sat on the toilet.
"Hmm? Why does the ground seem to be shaking? Aa ...

Panicked cries soon resounded through the sky.

And the other side.

Ritas looked at the column of wind rising into the sky, and at Grenville soaring in the sky with the column of wind, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

“I really didn’t expect it”

At noon, in the conversation room of "Genlusi".

Ritas and Miriam sat side by side on the sofa on one side, while on the other side was John who kept shaking his head.

"Although, I did say before that we should communicate more about our feelings. But I don't really recommend this method."

About a quarter of an hour after the incident, the belated arrival of the Root Law Division personnel finally "controlled" Ritas, the source of the disturbance. Miriam, a key witness who witnessed the entire incident, was also brought to the Root Law Division.

Although Miriam didn't have to go to class that day as he wished, he was undoubtedly not happy at all.

"How is Cadet Grenville doing?"

Ritas, who had been in a state of thought, returned to normal and the first person he asked about was Grenville, the unfortunate victim.

"He should be fine. He's quite strong. And, as expected of your student, he uses defensive magic very well. However, he probably has some mental or psychological trauma, right?"

Hearing that Grenwell was safe, Ritas and Miriam both breathed a sigh of relief. Unlike Miriam, who was just relieved, Ritas also noticed that Grenwell had used defensive magic.

I guess Grenville doesn't carry a wand with him when he goes to the toilet.

"I almost understand the details."

John said, nodding slightly at Miriam.

The person who narrated the incident was naturally Miriam, and before that, he and Miriam had briefly introduced themselves to each other.

As John expected, Miriam showed a brief surprise when she heard that her mentor had a "friend".

"If you ask me whether I can understand it or not, I guess I can. But it's still too impulsive and extreme. Such behavior is not like you, Ritas."

John always had a nonchalant smile on his face, making it impossible to tell his attitude towards the incident.

In the short term, Ritas, who received comments like "not like you" from two familiar people in succession, didn't know how to refute it.

Do you emphasize that only you know what is happening in this college and what will happen in the future?

There seems to be no point other than to make myself look more like a patient.

"Yes, that's right, Mr. John. That student really looks like that kind of... uh, Mr. John should know that, right? The kind of clown in the circus who specializes in getting others to beat him up and make him laugh. He looks like that! I can prove it!"

Miriam kept speaking for Ritas, and Ritas listened with a subtle expression.

This future hero seems to have some heroic mentality.
However, this brave man was still young at heart, so he couldn't understand that even if he described the suspicious student as "the most hateful person in the world", his words would not help the current situation at all.

With a light sigh, Ritas looked at John for a moment, weighing in his mind whether the good friend in front of him could be trusted.

Then, he slowly asked,
"What will be the outcome for me regarding this incident?"

"It depends on whether the teacher will come and cause trouble."

John shrugged.

"On the premise that the dean doesn't cause trouble."

Just thinking of Levis gave Ritas a headache.

"In this case, you need two conditions to achieve a better result. The first condition is to prove that the target you attack is indeed 'harmful' and that you really need to use magic. The second condition is to obtain the forgiveness of student Grenville."

John said, holding up two fingers.

"I see."

It’s hard to say about Glenville’s side, but condition one is just a small problem for Ritas.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Ritas felt that his current "disappeared" state did not seem to be a completely bad thing.

"In fact, it is easy for you to meet condition one. Because the student you are talking about, Fields Klein of the Green Ivy School, is the best evidence. He was in the school cafeteria when the incident happened, and there were many witnesses. But he was also seen in the dormitory area at the same time. In addition to these, by analyzing the traces of magic, at least one conclusion can be drawn. That is, regardless of whether it is harmful or not, the intruder who can pretend to be someone else is someone who cannot be easily captured. Therefore, his degree of danger is very high."

John gives people the impression that he enforces the law impartially while also being considerate of human beings.

So, it seemed that he could let Ritas go immediately with just an excuse.

only.
"Let me suspend my duties for a while."

Miriam, who had been relaxing after hearing John's words, almost uttered "Huh?" after hearing Ritas's sudden words.

"Suspended?"

John was also a little surprised, but soon calmed down.
"That's not a problem. The Genlusi can still use the investigation period as an excuse to restrict your freedom. It just so happens that your relationship with the Council doesn't seem to be very harmonious. So, even if this approach is a bit over the line, the Council probably won't interfere."

"That's perfect."

Ritas nodded.
"It's about time to solve some problems."

"Now, I won't ask. But remember to explain clearly what you're doing in the end. Just like I told you when we were students, you see things differently from others. So, if you don't explain clearly, no one will know what you're doing."

In response to John's instructions, Ritas did not respond, but took out the letter with gold edges and red letters again.

The letter has been opened, and Ritas has read the contents of the letter many times.

Apart from all the fancy words, the most important content of this letter is actually just one sentence.

"As a descendant of sin with the same blood of original sin flowing in our veins, we sincerely invite you, son of the great sinner Varanger, Ritas Miski Berengrom, to join our organization."

"'Darkspawn'."

In the conversation room of Genlusi, the mentor and his friend seemed to be plotting something. Facing the two faces, one kind and the other serious
Miriam was on pins and needles and always felt that she had come to the wrong place.

If he had known this would happen, he would have gone to class honestly.
(End of this chapter)