Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 86 Danger
If you ask who is the most unreliable among the students of Yew Fir Wood.

After careful consideration, Sylvie reluctantly removed Glenwell's name and chose Merci.

This wasn't prejudice, or any grudge between her and Merci. It was simply Merci's usual behavior, which was visibly unreliable.

so.
At this moment, Sylvie had no idea what she was witnessing.

When the maze suddenly changed, Sylvie was probably the one who reacted the fastest among all the students in the Yew Fir class. She was about to start the test, and she had already grasped the pages of the magic book in her hands. Therefore, before the ground was completely cracked, a red protective barrier had already unfolded around her body.

During the fall, she kept reminding Merci, who was closest to her, and also used the pages of the book. However, everything happened too fast, and the situation did not develop as she expected.

In midair, Sylvie saw Merci muttering something, and then she realized that these were actually defensive magic spells.

However, Merci's defensive magic was presented in a very strange form.

It was a sphere that looked like it was made of azure flames, and it tightly wrapped Mercie before she landed. After landing, unlike Sylvie who made a dull sound and was hit hard, Mercie made a strange sound when she landed.

It was like a castle built of sand was suddenly knocked down.

Amidst the strange sounds, Merci's strange defensive magic dissipated, burning a huge groove in the ground.

Mercy's strange behavior did not end here.

Merci, whose body posture barely changed during the fall, stood up immediately.

Her chest was emitting dazzling light, forming a complex circular pattern. Her hair was stained with sparks, and it fluttered in the wind as if it was on fire.

As the color of her pupils spread to the sides, Merci's eyes looked like a pair of angular gems.

Wherever the pair of gems locked onto, azure flames immediately ignited.

Sand and rocks fell from the sky, and monsters rushed in from all directions.

Nothing could stop the burning of the blue flames. In the strange silence, Merci's surroundings seemed to have once again turned into a sea of blue flames. But unlike every time before, the blue flames she released this time were under her control from beginning to end, swaying and dancing according to her will.

"Mercy?"

After a long while, Sylvie finally woke up from the unreal scene before her eyes, and softly called out the name of her classmate who she had been with day and night.

In addition to the changes in her eyes and hair, some blue lines like scales also appeared on Merci's face.

However, Sylvie thought that the Merci in front of her was so unfamiliar, not just because of the slight changes in appearance.

Mercie turned her head and looked at Sylvie, who was propping herself up on her elbows, in a position that looked like she was lying on her side.

Sylvie's pupils couldn't help but shrink as she was locked in that gaze that ignited wherever she looked.

She sensed danger.

She felt the creepy feeling that often seeped out from the eyes of her peers when she had not yet become "Latras".

Facing the extremely nervous Sylvie, Merci simply stretched out her hand towards the empty space in front of her.

The blue flames scattered around gathered again in Merci's hand, forming a burning sword.

The next moment, Merci extinguished all the blue flames as if she had crushed the sword, and then squatted on the ground with her hands on her head.

"What the hell is going on now?!"

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Think of the current situation which is full of unknown dangers.

Sylvie didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that Merci had returned to her familiar appearance.

"Master Mili, behind me! Ah~"

"The side, the side appears again."

"Don't disturb Master Mili, just focus on lighting."

"Big guy over there, get out of the way!"

"I"

The "battlefield" standing in the "battlefield" scratched its head and awkwardly put down its half-raised arm holding the wand.

There is actually nothing to review before.

Grenville and Miriam fell into a sudden pit trap in an unstable maze.

After an exceptionally long fall, they separated from the rest of the Yew Fir Wood class and met a team from the Green Ivy class.

The team, which consisted of four female students, had been desperately using magic to maintain a mound-like object, clinging to its body to fight against the monsters that kept emerging.

The two people who appeared later were not the main targets of the monsters. Moreover, although there were many monsters, they were slow, so it would be difficult for the monsters to catch up if they escaped through the gap.

However, there was no room for discussion, as Grenville saw Miriam already stepping forward.

And now, Grenville felt as if he were watching a show.

A gorgeous show of basic magic.

Grenville had been to the theatre. Well, he hadn't been to the theatre. But he had been to the circus.

In the circus, there is a profession that is quite out of tune with the other members: the magician.

Unlike those who dress in exaggerated or funny costumes, magicians always dress neatly and stand straight like a gentleman.

The magician's baton seems to be the most important thing in the circus. With the movement of the baton, the beasts have to jump through the fire ring, the clowns have to perform the stepping on the big ball, and the beautiful female assistant has to show how to cut her body in two.

Now, the seemingly omnipotent "baton" is in Miriam's hands.

If you just focus on Miriam, he looks like an elegant commander. However, if you focus on a more macroscopic place, you can clearly see that Miriam, standing alone in the open space, is simply an all-round magic turret with no blind spots.

No matter which direction the black sludge-like monsters appeared from, as long as they entered the range illuminated by the students of the Green Ivy School, they would be hit and dissipated by precise magic in the first place.

Wherever the magic wand's "tip" passes, no matter how many monsters there are before, they will all be defeated in the blink of an eye.

If it was just one or two spells, Grenville believed he could do it.

However, he simply could not be as meticulous and accurate as Miriam.

Those magics were as accurate as Miriam's extra limbs that came and went at will. He even doubted whether he could control his own limbs so well.

Moreover, Grenville saw that Miriam's lips seemed to be moving all the time. However, with an average of one spell appearing every two or three breaths, could it really be chanted?
The most important thing is that Miriam has released dozens or even hundreds of magic spells during this period, but he still doesn't look tired.

For a moment, Grenville found it a little hard to accept.

How come his good brother, who usually just lived a life of idleness and waiting for death in the academy, suddenly became like a real magician!
What's more, what he couldn't accept was the cheers of those girls from the Green Ivy class.

Indeed, in addition to magic, Miriam's profile, which was swiftly and powerfully hitting the target in the center of those brilliant lights, looked really heroic. The silver hair that was previously ridiculed as an "old man" also shone particularly brightly in the reflection of the light.
However, the performance of this retired "mercenary" on the battlefield may not be bad.

Although Glenwell had active thoughts in his mind, he knew the importance of the situation and ultimately did not hinder Miriam's actions to clean up the monsters.

Only after the monsters that had accumulated in her field of vision had basically disappeared did Miriam breathe a sigh of relief and stop what she was doing.

After putting down the wand, Miriam felt somewhat tired, but more importantly, she felt a sense of relief from the depression that had been pent up in her heart, as well as a little confusion.

The first thing he did after putting away his wand was to look down at his feet.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his axis had not deviated too much.

Then I became even more confused.

Overall, Miriam is still the type who acts more on instinct.

Therefore, he would choose to help the Green Ivy Academy students who were in trouble first, and after sensing the crisis and malice from the monsters, he decisively began to repel them with magic.

However, during this process, he felt that many things, like habits, were naturally integrated into his behavior. At first, his mind was blank. But magic and magic particles still responded to him and helped him accomplish what he wanted to do.

Then, various dishes with shapes began to appear in his mind.
He felt that it was not right to have these thoughts in his mind while using magic to fight monsters, so he wanted to dispel these impressions as much as possible.

He couldn't say for sure whether he had succeeded or not, because he might have dispelled the impression of the dishes. But instead, he had a series of questions, such as how to cast magic, how to cast magic faster, how to cast magic more accurately, how to cast magic more economically, how to cast multiple magics at the same time, how to make magics interact with each other, etc.

And, strangely enough, most of his questions could be answered instantly, helping him to successfully turn his expectations into reality.

But he still felt that this feeling was extremely strange.

He seemed to have no idea what he was doing, so he could only do it based on his feelings. But as long as he carefully examined every link, he seemed to know all the answers.
So after going around in a circle, a question was formed.

Did he cast magic calmly and in a planned manner after knowing everything, or did he always cast magic based on his feelings?

As she thought about it, Miriam felt that she was about to enter the field of philosophy.

It was precisely these confusions that caused his face to look particularly dull as he walked towards the mound of Green Ivy Academy students.

then,

"you."

Hua la la la——

Before he could even utter the question "Are you guys okay?", saliva started flowing out of his mouth again.

Miriam seems to have more important things to deal with than whether she is a sensualist or an academic.

Finally finding an opportunity, Glenwell, who had been standing by his side with his arms folded, stretched out two fingers from his armpits.

A breeze blew and wiped away the traces of saliva on Miriam's face.

"You are welcome."

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“Wow. Uh, it seems that this isn’t my fault.”

"Anyway, what happened, Xiao Li? Why are you shaking so badly all of a sudden?"

“Hello? Hello——?”

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"You're not going to throw me away, are you?"

Somewhere in the maze, a white disc lying alone on the ground let out an annoyed roar.

“Well, it wasn’t me who actually threw it. It’s so dark around here, but it’s not that I can’t see anything. Xiao Li, Xiao Li~ Now that you show up, I can still forgive you~”

「Woo」

After a while of noise, the Bathing Goddess finally quieted down.

She accepted the fact that the white disc was thrown away by Ritas when the maze mutated.

Then, in her annoyance, she began to worry about Ritas.

What kind of thing had happened that left Ritas with no leeway to continue holding the white disc?

Although he always claimed to be a civilian and didn't like to go out unless he had dozens of layers of barriers on his body, the Bathing Goddess still believed that Ritas was capable.

In addition to those obvious titles, the previous adventure in the Shadow Mist Forest also convinced her that Ritas was not a simple character even in actual combat.

Although it is more because the "Star Mark" world of the game lacks that kind of absolute freedom. But the goddess of bathing believes that if the "Iron Maiden" in "Star Mark" had not died, there would be a character in the hero camp who could transform into a monster and go to heaven and earth. Then many problems would have simple solutions. Even many plots would not develop to the point where they must be dragged to the battlefield to be resolved.

"Sato-chan~Professor Sato~Pope Sato~Iron Maiden~Sama Sato~Ritas——Disciple of the Tree Witch——Successor of the Sword Master——"

The bathing goddess, who had unknowingly given Ritas a bunch of nicknames, called out loudly.

She also used the white disk's fairly wide field of view to search the surroundings, but there were no traces of anything, only a bunch of disgusting monsters crawling around.

“Ehhh!”

With a trembling sound, the unfolded white disc shrank a little.

"What should I do now? Can I just wait? Wait, at this time. Ah! As expected! There is a small window!"

The Bathing Goddess temporarily shifted her attention away from Ritas and saw a small red window that appeared in the corner of the screen, warning of danger and emergency, just like the night of the Summer Festival.

"Two. Eh? There are actually two? No, there are only two?"

Confused, the Bathing Goddess chose a small red warning window and clicked on it.

"Damn."

The maze is almost at the bottom.

After falling again, Orange Glory student Kraft straightened up with difficulty.

The protective barrier on his body was almost broken, so that his body suffered direct damage.

“Where did it come from?”

water?
Kraft reached out and touched his wet forehead, and then saw his hand soaked in bright red.

When Kraft realized that he was bleeding, his vision suddenly went black, he retched, and almost fainted again.

Fortunately, after taking a few deep breaths, he successfully adjusted himself.

“You guys.”

The well-mannered Kraft only wanted to scold the classmates who had used magic recklessly because they could not withstand the pressure. However, he looked around but could not see them.

Did they abandon me and run away?
For a moment, Kraft's eyes turned red with disbelief.

Along with the anger, there was a splitting pain in the head.

This pain calmed Kraft down again.

thump.
Another big rock fell from the sky.

Kraft was unable to react at all and was just lucky enough not to be hit.

As the boulder fell, some dust rose up, and the luminous moss attached to it made the surroundings a little brighter.

It was also these bright lights that allowed Kraft to see some things that he had not noticed before.

Not far away, on the ground, there was a half-broken practice wand.

After quickly searching around his waist and body, Kraft breathed a sigh of relief when he found his wand.

Although he was just a freshman in the magic academy, the slender wooden stick had become his life-saving straw.

Since the broken wand was not his, who could it be?
He stood up and moved slightly around where his back had been leaning.

In the dim light, Kraft saw an arm extending from the broken wand. Connected to the arm was a blonde girl whose body was already crushed by many boulders.

"Cecilia?"

Cecilia did not respond. Moreover, the red light from the protective barrier on her body was no longer there.

(End of this chapter)