Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 49 Summer Night
The night of Summer Festival.

Earls College, the seat of the Canopy Council, in the Council Tower.

In the Speaker's Office on the third floor, Martin Cottle, a leader among the current parliamentarians and a popular candidate for the next Vice Speaker, reported solemnly to Speaker Gran on the assembly of the council members.

After the report was finished, Martin's face showed a hint of struggle, and he couldn't help but speak out.

"Chairman, it may not be too late to cancel the operation before it officially begins. This sudden large-scale operation contains too many variables. The academy should still make the safety of every student its top priority."

In the dim room where visibility was barely maintained by the light coming from the window, Speaker Gran's face was buried in deep shadows.

Speaker Gran, an old man with white hair and beard, is an extremely traditional figure. He even hates the magic tools that are changing people's lives in all aspects today, and is unwilling to use the convenient and labor-saving magic lamp.

When he really couldn't see anything, he would light a candle.

"It's just an action involving more than a hundred people, so it can't be considered large-scale. Even if the Council declines, it still has enough power to maintain the stability of the academy!"

A deep voice, old yet powerful, rang out from the shadows and echoed in the room.

Speaker Gran is like an old lion. Even though he is hunched over and inferior in every way, he will never allow others to challenge his authority.

His body, which was much larger than others, caused the long table in front of him to tremble slightly as he growled.

Facing Speaker Gran, who displayed unquestionable power, Congressman Martin bowed repeatedly to apologize, and then left the Speaker's office quickly without saying anything more.

Returning to the quiet Speaker's Office, Speaker Gran leaned back in his chair and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

While Speaker Gran was falling asleep, the large chair behind him began to slowly rotate.

Under the moonlight, what moved to the "front" was the back of the chair.

There was actually someone sitting there.

It was a relaxed figure with the body slightly tilted, with legs crossed and face supported by arms, a pair of eyes shining quietly, particularly noticeable in the shadows.

"When will the teacher understand that it is because she is too confident in her own strength that the academy has been riddled with holes without her noticing?"

As if taking the place of Speaker Gran, the figure sitting in the dark at the main seat behind the Speaker's desk in the Speaker's Office whispered to himself.

In Spring City, in the Latras family's mansion.

Sylvie Latras, a student of Yewwood School, appeared at the family dining table.

Just as Ritas said, there was no obvious difference between Friday after school and Saturday. So, Cecilia didn't need to disguise herself at all, and could walk out of the academy just as easily as Sylvie.

Although it was the family dining table, and the table was filled with a wide variety of dishes, there were only two "Latras" who were actually eating.

One of them is, of course, Sylvie, and the other is Platina Latras, the fourth child in the Latras family and Sylvie’s sister.

Platina, who is nearly ten years older than Sylvie, has the same bright golden hair as Sylvie. Now it is private time, and Platina is still wearing a bright red formal dress.

"Sylvie, how have you been in the academy lately?"

Platina expressed her concern like a normal family elder.

Sylvie put down her knife and fork and began to think.

If she was not doing well, she was actually doing quite well in all aspects. But if she was doing well, there was a teacher in her class who had more attendance days than absence days.

Normally, Friday was the day when Ritas gave Sylvie a private lesson. But now the professor disappeared for some strange reason.

".What on earth are you dithering about? I'm pretending to be interested in your poor college life. Isn't it okay to just answer this question casually?"

It was Platina's voice that interrupted Sylvie's thoughts.

Sylvie turned her gaze towards her sister, only to see that she had already unfolded the metal fan she carried with her and was fanning herself.

"I'm doing very well."

Sylvie said calmly, picking up the fork again.

"Also, it's not polite to fan others while they are eating, Sister Platina."

"Oh? I've only been in the academy for a few days, and you're already nitpicking about my manners? In that case, Sylvie, do you know that when you think about something, you squint your eyes, and squint your already small eyes until there's not even a slit left."

Continuing to fan, Platina looked at Sylvie with her chin raised.

Although Sylvie didn't know why the topic suddenly turned to personal attacks, she said,

"But Sister Platina, do you know that if you don't wipe off your lipstick before eating, it's basically the same as eating your lipstick. Also, your taste in clothes that are all red is so bad that the neighbors are talking about it frequently."

"What? Which bastard dares to..."

Just as Platina was about to explode, a figure walked quickly into the restaurant and interrupted her words.

"Oh no, Miss Platina - Miss Sylvie -"

A middle-aged man dressed as a butler shouted.

"What's wrong, Mount? Didn't you see that I have been silently enduring this torture for almost a month? Have you forgotten even the most basic etiquette after being Misley's housekeeper for a few days?"

While expressing her dissatisfaction, Platina did not forget to attack her other sister.

"What happened, Mr. Mount?"

Sylvie looked at the anxious expression on the butler Mount's face and asked seriously.

"Yes, it is like this. The Guard Knights that were established in the city two years ago have sent people to surround all the buildings of the Chamber of Commerce, and they have also asked Miss Platina to go there to cooperate."

Platina, who had been fanning herself with her legs crossed, finally put away the fan and knocked on the table with the handle of the fan, which seemed to have turned into a metal stick.

"The Knights of the Guard? I thought it was some big deal. How many do they want?"

"This time, it's not that the leader came to beg again, but it's related to the assassination of the lord. So, it's very likely that this is not a problem that can be solved with money."

As Mount spoke, perhaps because he was really anxious, he couldn't help but take out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat that was about to drip onto the ground.

“Problems that can’t be solved with money? That’s really troublesome.”

Platina said, standing up.

Then, she looked at Sylvie, who had completely lost interest in the meal in silence after hearing about the Chamber of Commerce, and spit into each of her plates.

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Sylvie raised her head and looked at her childish sister speechlessly.

Platina just let out a "huh" and left with her butler as a "winner".

In the base of the Guard Knights in Spring City, Ritas, who had basically completed all the preparations, was waiting in the office with another middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's name is Blake Hepburn, and he is the Knight Commander of the Guard Knights.

At this moment, Knight Commander Black was admiring an exquisite gem pendant held high under the magic lamp.

"Professor Ritas, you said that this pendant is just a keepsake, but is it possible that His Highness would wear it often just in case?"

"There is a possibility."

Ritas answered with a complicated expression.

The Guard Knights are a new law enforcement organization established in Spring City almost two years ago.

For this commercial city located on the border of the Holy Kingdom of Libera, with relatively average public security but well-connected commercial transportation, the establishment of the Guard Knights seemed so reasonable and logical.

But it was not until Adeline took out the token and said that Ritas needed manpower to guard the Knights that Ritas realized for the first time that this organization that seemed to exist for Spring City was actually the Knights of Her Highness the Princess who quietly moved in.

In other words, at least two years ago, Her Royal Highness the Third Princess had already planned with the Dean of Earls College to hide in Earls College in the future.

Therefore, Ritas's initial guess was correct. No matter what, Adeline would eventually be placed beside him as his tutor's assistant. Even when he recruited tutor's assistants, no one was interested, and it was possible that someone was behind the scenes doing something.

Thinking of this, Ritas no longer felt any psychological burden about "borrowing" the power of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

"If, I mean if, I sniff this pendant carefully, will Professor Ritas report this to His Highness?"

After a burp, Blake continued to stare at the token pendant and asked.

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Ritas couldn't help but be speechless for a moment.

He thought back to his first encounter with Blake Hepburn.

At that time, Ritas, whose legal rights were "violated", needed the help of the Guard Knights. Then, he finally met Black in a bar.

It was a weekday, by the way.

At that time, looking at the Knight Commander whose fine knight's light armor was dirty, whose gray-brown hair was extremely messy, and whose burnt yellow pupils were incredibly turbid, he felt that the future security of Spring City was over.

And now.
Ritas upheld the "original verdict".

"Although, this is just that level of behavior and will not violate any laws at the moment. But I personally do not recommend doing so. Rather, if Captain Black keeps the pendant for a long time, it is possible that the pendant will be stained with a strong smell of alcohol, causing displeasure to 'Your Highness'."

"tsk"

Blake put the pendant into the box awkwardly.

"Has Professor Ritus ever been told that he lacks humor? From the first time we met, I felt that the professor and I would not get along."

"Feel the same."

Ritas had no idea how a man who, if not dissuaded, would have put someone else's pendant in his mouth under the influence of alcohol could have been knighted.

"In that case. Hiccup, sorry. In that case, could you please stop bothering us all the time? Just like the last time, when you sent us two portraits under the strange pretext of 'trespassing'. It's such a big deal, does the professor want to offer a reward for their arrest?"

"Based on their attitude, I would charge them with robbery at the highest level. So, strictly speaking, this is not a small matter."

"That damn place of yours isn't even a residence!"

"The reason why that place has become a haunted place is because the public security in this city is too poor!"

Fortunately, the unharmonious atmosphere in the office did not last long.

Members of the Guard Knights continued to return, bringing back what Ritas had requested.

As a result, soon the office desk was filled with transaction records that the Knights had requested from various chambers of commerce, including the Aizan family where Malik Aizan belonged and some families that had close ties with the Aizan family.

"In a commercial city, is it okay to directly offend the chambers of commerce like this?"

Although these were Ritas's own requests, his intention was not to have Blake issue a series of instructions that could only be described as "barbaric".

"Don't worry about it, Professor Ritas. The rumor about this incident and the 'Lord Assassination Case' has already been spread. If the Chamber of Commerce doesn't investigate them, they will be uneasy."

In the chaos of Blake's eyes, a little clarity appeared.

"Besides, those chambers of commerce are so stingy. I protect them so hard, but they are not even willing to cover my expenses at the bar. It's time for them to learn a lesson."

But unfortunately, Qingming only lasted for a moment.

And on this day, after experiencing the inaction and reckless behavior of the Guard Knights in Spring, Ritas felt more and more that this city really has a "promising future."

Calming his mind, Ritas began to look through the transaction records from various chambers of commerce.

Although these records are only related to Ai Zan and a few families, after years of accumulation, the number is still not small.

While flipping through the documents, Ritas carefully compared and screened them, and kept writing one name after another on a blank piece of paper beside him.

"Captain Black, please send someone to control all the people on this list."

"Oh? Professor, you have already identified the participants so quickly?"

“Not a participant.”

Ritas paused.

At first, he really wanted to use this method to find out whether the Azan family, where Malik was, was secretly "raising" a group of people in the dark. If so, these people were likely to be members of the "Trickery Society" lurking in the academy and Spring City.

But now, since the lord had been "assassinated" before the princess was assassinated.
"The matter has become serious enough anyway. So why not arrest and interrogate anyone who has any connection with the Aizen family, even if they are just a little suspicious. Members of those mysterious organizations will not be able to escape."

As Ritas spoke, he picked up his wand, pointed it at the open window, and fired a signal magic similar to fireworks into the sky above.

At the same time, in Earls College.

John, the only friend of Ritas, was looking up at the sky with a list of all the people in Earls College, and his signal magic, mixed in with the fireworks, was drawing circles on it from time to time.

"Hmm. Here, here, and here. I didn't expect this congressman? Even the associate professor is involved. Professor Ai Zan's network of contacts is quite wide."

Looking at the list with dozens of circles drawn on it, John kept shaking his head.

"I really want to see if the teacher still has that expression that says 'nothing is a big deal' when the time comes."

After John finished speaking, he turned around and looked behind him with a smile. The queue was even more orderly than that of the Knights Root members.

"Let's go too, to protect the future of the academy."

(End of this chapter)