Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Chapter 137 Entering the Palace

Once in the carriage, Deans couldn't help but feel disheartened again.

This whole mess has made it unlikely I'll be able to stay in the Spellsword Academy any longer.

Alphonse even hit his head tutor.

The thought of being fired made his heart sink.

Perhaps seeing the Queen might offer a glimmer of hope?

But how can the Queen guarantee that she won't face retaliation in the future?

She can't always keep track of what's happening at the college.

Moreover, how could Alphonse be so sure that the Queen would uphold justice for him?

Well, Alphonse was only doing this because his father had asked him to bring him clothes.

Ugh.

Aside from slinking back to Ryan City, Deans couldn't think of any better ending.

"What are you worried about? Are you afraid of dropping out of school?" Alphonse asked, seeing Dean's pitiful and distressed expression.

"If I don't drop out of school, is there any other way to resolve this?" Deans sighed deeply. "Even if Count Laconata can swallow this for now, he will definitely find a chance to retaliate against me later. For my safety, going back to Ryan City might be a good idea. Sigh..."

"Don't be so downcast, there's nothing to worry about," Alphonse comforted her. "What can you learn if you're constantly bullied at the academy? Besides enduring it all, becoming a ninja turtle, what else can you learn? If you don't even dare to fight back against bullying, can you muster the courage to actually fight?"

"..." Dean paused for a moment. Indeed, living this kind of life in the academy had made him increasingly cowardly, always thinking of giving in first. "What are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"

Alphonse was taken aback, unconsciously blurting out some modern tropes. He could only brush it off by saying, "Ah, it's a strange creature that, no matter how it's treated, will only hide in its shell and dare not show its face."

"Isn't that a turtle?" Dean muttered.

"Whatever you say," Alphonse chuckled, changing the subject. "There's nothing to worry about. You're studying at the Magic Sword Academy because you have both magical and martial arts talent, right?"

Deans nodded silently.

"That's fine then. I know a court magician in the capital. You can learn magic from him. As for swordsmanship, I can teach you a sword technique. You should already understand the attack methods of magic swordsmen, right? If you work hard to explore and combine magic and swordsmanship, you won't be any worse than your classmates." Alphonse thought to himself that it might not be a problem for him to swallow his pride and beg Rivera.

"You also know swordsmanship?" Deans looked up in surprise.

"My swordsmanship is amazing!" Alphonse didn't think the head instructor he was sparring with was anything special; he was incredibly weak.

"Practicing magic and swordsmanship simultaneously isn't easy," Deans sighed again. "Let me put it this way, why do you think someone with two talents would choose to become a magic swordsman?"

"Because the magic swordsman combines the advantages of both professions, making it more promising?" Alphonse guessed.

"No." Deans shook his head. "Even if there are geniuses with amazing magical and martial arts talents, they would only choose to learn one. After all, learning two skills at the same time is much slower, so it's better to specialize in one."

Those who choose to become magic swordsmen are mostly those whose talents in two areas are mediocre, and who would not achieve much by learning either one. They hope to combine them to gain immense power.

"So that's why the head tutor is so weak?" Alphonse asked.

"He's not weak at all; to us, he's a powerful figure we can only look up to," Deans said dejectedly.

"Are you indirectly praising me for being strong? Even if you say that, I won't be very happy." Alphonse laughed.

He patted Deans on the shoulder and said, "Cheer up, it's not as bad as you think. I'll teach you a wonderful sword technique, and you can learn some instant magic. You'll definitely have a brighter future than you do now."

Deans stared blankly at Alphonse, his expression very sincere, with a confidence and determination that said, "As long as you listen to my nonsense, I will definitely arrange everything for you."

It doesn't seem that believable!

But Deans couldn't think of a better solution than to trust him.

He let out a long sigh, feeling that his future was bleak.

Alphonse genuinely felt there was no need to worry about Deans. At worst, he could just go back to Earl Wolf's side. With such a vast territory, he would inherit the earl's position sooner or later. Being a city lord would be so much more enjoyable. Why should he suffer in the Magic Sword Academy?

Having studied in San Centano for over a year, this was the first time Deans had met Queen Junoun.

I had heard rumors that she was very powerful, very majestic, very beautiful, and a wise queen.

But looking at the queen sitting on the throne with a cold expression, Deans felt only dread.

The faint, unintentional pressure emanating from him was enough to send chills down Dean's spine.

She had no idea how Alphonse could be so calm and collected as he recounted the events to her.

Deans felt his legs go weak and his body trembled uncontrollably.

They were about to turn back when they arrived at the palace, but Alphonse still managed to drag them inside.

While he was filled with fear and anxiety, Alphonse had already briefly recounted everything.

"So after you injured someone, you came to me for protection?" Queen Junon asked.

"It's not exactly seeking asylum. I think their behavior is wrong, utterly wrong. I did this to salvage Your Majesty's reputation," Alphonse replied with a smile.

I didn't see that old nobleman by the Queen's side tonight.

"Why do you think I wouldn't pursue your mistakes?" Queen Junon's lips curled into a cold smile. "Just for this little thing, you injured several students from Violet Academy and seriously wounded the head instructor of the Spellsword Division? And you're trying to use my reputation as an excuse?"

Deans was startled; the Queen looked angry!

"Although I was wrong to hit him, they provoked me first. I treated Deans like a younger brother, so insulting him was the same as insulting me," Alphonse said calmly. "Besides, I don't think this kind of teaching atmosphere can produce any talent for the kingdom. How can the sacred Royal Academy tolerate such absurd behavior as those guys bullying their classmates?"

Moreover, those guys openly called us northern nobles country bumpkins. If this gets out, it will chill the hearts of all the nobles in the northern region. I believe no noble will tolerate such words, and Deans is certainly not the only one being bullied by them.”

After saying that, Alphonse turned to Deans and asked, "Am I right?"

(End of this chapter)