Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 72 The Assassin's Past
Somewhere within the Holy Kingdom of Libera.

In the dim and damp dungeon-like place, the weak Engri Wilvedo barely opened his eyes.

The environment he was in was undoubtedly harsh. The air seemed to be frozen, heavy and cold, the smell of decay constantly penetrated his nostrils, and the water droplets that dripped on his body from time to time seemed to make his entire body rot.

However, Engel is very familiar with and accustomed to such an environment.

After all, in the "Latras Incubator", only outstanding trainees are treated as "people". Unfortunately, most of the time, Engel is not outstanding enough.

In the dim space, there was some faint light, but it was not enough to support Engel to see the surroundings clearly. He couldn't even tell whether it was day or night. Instead, the distorted shadows brought by the light kept swaying like strange monsters, deepening the fear and despair in his heart.

How long had it been?

Engel can no longer remember clearly.

He only vaguely remembered what happened on the night of the Summer Festival.

After seeing the figure of his enemy Malik Azzan, he stabbed him with the sharp blade in his hand without hesitation.

But it was all in vain.

The skills he had trained day and night, as well as the new power he had just gained, were nothing to the demonized Malik. The opponent just instinctively counterattacked, and he was seriously injured and fled the battlefield in disgrace.

Running away is undoubtedly a shame for Engeli.

However, he had his reasons to live on despite the shame.

Since he couldn't kill Malik now, he would continue to survive and accumulate strength until...
Due to serious injuries, Engli's consciousness began to become confused. He just found a direction and escaped for a distance before falling down exhausted.

The next time Engel regained consciousness, it was because of pain.

Engri curled up his body instinctively and let out a cry of pain. From the corner of his eye he saw someone stepping on his wounds.

"How dare you, a lowly species like you, treat my child like that."

The voice was full of hoarseness, roaring some meaningless words. Under the moonlight, Engel recognized who was abusing him.

That was the skinny blond senior in the Moneyball seminar.

Engelly had no affection for the blond senior, not to mention his embarrassing behavior of attacking others from behind after he couldn't stand losing. Just the fact that he took all the responsibility when Engelly "accidentally" entered the women's locker room as if to protect him made him full of contempt.

What he hates most is those people who arrogantly think they have the ability and qualifications to protect others.

"We took great pains to bring him out, not just to vent our anger on you."

Another voice came from the blind spot of Engli's vision, but Engli didn't have the strength to turn his head away.

However, even if he could turn around, Engel felt that his actions were just a waste of effort.

Because the voice itself was modified, as if there were four or five voices mixed together, and it was impossible to distinguish its original form. And a person who even disguised his voice would naturally not reveal flaws in other places.

Facing the warning from the mysterious voice, the blond senior gradually calmed down his anger. However, Engel, who was already dying, could no longer hold on and lost consciousness again.

In the following time, Engeli was brought to this dungeon-like place.

In the consciousness that returned from time to time, Engel could always see very fragmented scenes.

The blond senior, whose name he could never remember, sometimes treated his wounds with a worried and painful look on his face, feeding him some food and water, and sometimes beat him with a hideous and angry look on his face.

Rather than saying that the other party wanted to keep him alive to vent his anger, Engel felt that the blond senior would often become someone else. Engel, who had been in a state of extremes for a long time, did not have the energy to think about such a thing that would be fine no matter what.

After an unknown amount of time, Engel finally regained some clarity from his trance and heard the superimposed, unpleasant sounds again.

"It was agreed upon! It was agreed upon that if we get 'that thing', my child can be saved!"

"Hahaha. There's nothing we can do about it. Master Malik has already turned into a pile of ashes."

In the face of the blond senior's roar, the unpleasant voice just mocked him. The latter's actions naturally aroused the former's wrath.

Engel didn't see what happened exactly, but just from the sounds, he thought the blond senior must have destroyed a lot of things around him.

The dungeon, which was originally in almost absolute darkness, had some light at the back, and it probably started from this time.

"It's a pity, but now that things have come to this, we might as well look to the future. Next, what do you plan to do with this treasure that Malik exchanged his life for? Will you hand it over to the 'Weird Mage' as the organization requires?"

Even after being attacked by the blond senior, the unpleasant voice sounded intact.

"How do you know that name!"

"As for the result of handing it in, you can certainly get a reward from the organization. But is that really enough? Because the satisfied Dark Ceremony Society may completely withdraw from Earls. After all, even the 'Weird Mage' probably doesn't want to provoke the 'Tree Witch' so often. In other words, your child just died in vain in the academy."

"Shut up!"

When the matter of Malik was mentioned, the blond senior started to get angry again.

"So, instead of handing it over, I think it's best for you to keep that 'power' for yourself. Apart from you, no one in the world will care about Malik anymore. If you don't do something for him, he will really be worth nothing more than a speck of dust! Come on, use the power that the child has exchanged for his life to avenge him. Don't let the hateful tree witch and her disciples be proud for too long, or they will also be reduced to ashes."

The unpleasant sound was filled with a kind of temptation that made one's heart itch.

Although the blond senior is still going crazy, the choice he will make in the end seems to have been decided at this moment.

Every time he woke up, it was a torture experience for Engel.

In the last time he woke up while still being conscious, Engel heard the sound of metal chains shaking.

Only then did Engel realize that the things that had been holding him back were chains. However, these things were obviously unnecessary, as Engel's physical condition had long since been unable to support him in any struggle.

Raising his eyelids slightly, Engel saw a scene that almost suffocated him.

It was a face that was very close to him.

The dry, gray face had long lost all its blood color, and the empty eyes were full of turbidity.

Engel could barely recognize the face of the blond senior, but his blond hair had actually dried up like straw. It seemed like decades had passed since the beginning of the school year, when he was so proud and high-spirited.

And Engelly naturally knew that his situation was probably not much better.

"Run. Run quickly. Student Engel. That monster also needs to rest, so we should do it now."

Engeli suddenly remembered the name of this senior, his name was Fili Kota.

Filigree's hands were shaking badly now. He fiddled with the chains, but it just made a constant noise. It was not like he was trying to untie Engli at all.

But he just kept fiddling with it, and mumbling incoherently,

"Run away, run away, student Engel, don't worry about me. The Kota family is a family that was born of knights and based on chivalry. Protecting others is the duty and honor of a knight. I can't let my family and ancestors be disgraced again."

Engel's lips trembled up and down, as if he wanted to say something.

However, before he could say anything, the sound of the chains finally woke up the monster from its brief sleep.

A black shadow curled up like a tentacle, like a ruthless blade, suddenly pierced Filigree from behind.

In just a moment, Filigree stopped moving and lowered his head weakly.

Looking at Filigree's body, wrapped like a cocoon by the dark shadows that gathered around him, and feeling the heat still remaining in Filigree's sticky blood on his face.

The "desire" that should have been abandoned long ago reappeared in Engli's heart.

Is there anyone who can come and rescue them?
It was mid-June, after school on a Friday.

When Ritas returned to the dormitory to store teaching supplies and take the white disc, he saw that the disc had already been unfolded.

"Oh! You're finally back, Xiao Li."

Except in very rare cases, an unfolded disc represents the presence of the goddess of the baths.

"Good afternoon, Bath Goddess. You seem to be here a little earlier than usual today."

"Well, how should I put it? Didn't I open a new file, Xiao Li?"

Listening to the words of the Bathing Goddess, Ritas paused for a moment.

Then he sighed.

Looking back, the Bathing Goddess was eager to take credit, saying that she had spent a lot of money, and that she would provide a lot of information later. In the end, it can't be said that she didn't provide any information, it was just a little subtle.

Besides, this matter should be considered his problem overall.

He actually had expectations for the bathing goddess
"So, the new version of the Bathing Goddess died?"

"No! How about we talk about how this new file dies? Uh, it seems there is such a thing as a dead file. No, no, I almost got carried away by you. You made me sound like one of those people who keeps pets that die after a short while."

Aren't you?

"I just finished Engel's personal story."

"So fast?"

Ritas replied somewhat unexpectedly.

According to the Bathing Goddess's previous description, the progress of her new file is currently only in the second year.

"Not really. The storyline of the first two semesters where you had to choose between two characters was quite long. After all, Star Emblem is a war chess game, not a GALGAME. And there are a lot of characters. If the personal storyline of each character is very long, it would be putting the cart before the horse. It's easy to end up spending hours on the storyline before entering a battle."

The goddess of bathing explained, and then suddenly made a sound of enlightenment,
"Yes, fighting! Fighting is the main theme of Star Mark, so the questions you asked me before were completely off topic. You should ask me about the deployment of troops on the battlefield, skill acquisition, job matching, job transfer direction, and other things related to the content of fighting!"

"."

Although Ritas wanted to ignore the suggestion of the goddess of bathing based on his experience, his reason told him that he should at least give it a try.

Anyway, let’s wait until we really meet each other.

Maybe the Bathing Goddess's ability to see from multiple perspectives in an emergency is really suitable for the extremely chaotic battlefield.

"I'm off track again! Anyway, it's Engel, Engel. I know something through his personal story. But... I'm a little confused about whether I should tell you. After all, it's a bit like exposing other people's privacy without permission."

There was a serious hesitation in the Bathing Goddess's tone.

Looking back, the goddess of bathing was just talking about everything at first, talking about other people's future and personality. In fact, Ritas felt uncomfortable at first. Because the "cake" mentioned by the goddess of bathing was Adeline's identity and personality, which really changed his perception of Adeline and affected many of his subsequent judgments.

And now, the Bathing Goddess actually started to worry about these things.

Perhaps, when the Bathing Goddess had already recognized in her heart that the world where Ritas lived was the "real world", her view of the people in this world was no longer "characters" but "people".

"I think that in this case, the Bathing Goddess should have a balance in her heart. If this balance is inclined to tell some of the secrets of others, which can make the current situation better and help them, and is generally beneficial, then she can tell it without hesitation. Otherwise, the Bathing Goddess can choose to keep silent or keep something to herself."

Since the Bathing Goddess's distress was serious, Ritas's answer was naturally serious as well.

"Yeah, that makes sense. Tsk, I always feel like you treat me as your student? You always instill some great truths in me from time to time."

"how come."

The images of his students appeared in Ritas' mind.

If there were a bathing goddess standing next to these figures, he would go crazy sooner or later.

"Well, then I'll just pick out some things to say! In fact, Engel's life story is pretty miserable. When he was a kid, his hometown was attacked by a mysterious organization disguised as bandits. Yes, it was probably the Trickery Society. I won't go into the details of the process because it was pretty bloody and disgusting. Anyway, he was lucky enough to hide in a pile of corpses and survive. The Trickery Society attacked his hometown, and it seemed that they had some special purpose. It should be said that there is no crazy organization that just sets fires and kills people without a purpose. The demons from the subspace are all for food."

"Uh, ahem. What was that? It was actually Engel who saw his sister being abducted by the Trickery Society."

(End of this chapter)