I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

She would "unintentionally" brush her fingertips, painted with bright red nail polish, across Lynn's arm as she handed him the book.

She would even gently bump into him with her mature and voluptuous body as she passed by, then apologize in a sickeningly sweet voice: "Oh dear, Lord Lynn, I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

This champion's combo made Louise, who was watching from the side, twitch her eyelids and feel a surge of crisis.

That red-haired demoness! What is she trying to do?! She wants to steal my familiar!

no! Absolutely not!

Alarm bells rang in the girl's heart. She subconsciously moved closer to Lynn, her small hands nervously gripping the hem of his clothes, asserting her ownership through her actions.

……

At dinner time, an undercurrent of activity was brewing in the college's magnificent dining hall, which could accommodate thousands of people.

Lynn, being a familiar, was still sitting at the noble table next to Louise, which already attracted countless eyes.

Many nobles from other grades and classes had heard about yesterday's incredible battle and were now filled with curiosity about him.

Many bold noblewomen even carried wine glasses, pretending to pass by casually, and then gave him flirtatious glances with eyes full of teasing.

"This must be Miss Louise's familiar, right? Seeing is believing."

"He's really handsome. I wonder what kind of girl you like, Mr. Familiar?"

Just as Louise was like a protective little hen, so nervous she was about to bristle.

A discordant sound suddenly rang out.

Hey! You commoner!

Four elegantly dressed young noblemen, but with expressions as unpleasant as if they had swallowed flies, strode over menacingly.

They were the four backup suitors who usually fawned over Chuluk and served him hand and foot.

Chapter 39: The Strongest Familiar in the Academy

The leader pointed at Lynn's nose and roared indignantly.

"It was you who bewitched our Lord Chuluk!"

Another slick-haired, pampered young nobleman stared at Lynn with the look one would give a bedbug.

"What right does a lowly commoner familiar have to gain Lord Chuluk's favor!"

The third, the fourth, and so on echoed each other.

"We must defend Lord Chuluk's honor! I challenge you to a duel!"

"Yes! A duel!"

"We want you to know that there is an insurmountable chasm between you and Lord Chuluk!"

All eyes in the restaurant instantly focused on this spot.

Lynn looked at the four self-important young noblemen in front of him, who seemed to have escaped from a circus, and felt no emotion whatsoever; he even felt a little like yawning.

He put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin, and with an elegance that made the four people opposite him feel ashamed, slowly and deliberately wiped his mouth.

Then, he looked up.

Those deep eyes, always carrying a hint of weariness, calmly swept over the four clowns before them, their faces contorted with jealousy.

He spoke slowly, in an extremely calm tone, as if asking, "What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"So annoying."

"You all come at me together, I'm in a hurry."

The restaurant fell silent for a second after he said that.

Immediately, an uproar erupted!

"He's insane! This commoner familiar is absolutely insane!"

"What...what did he just say? He ordered four 'line' level seniors to attack together?!"

"Arrogant! How incredibly arrogant!"

The four male students who were considered backup options initially showed a hint of surprise, which was then replaced by immense joy.

They were worried that they didn't have a sure chance in a one-on-one fight, after all, the rumor that Kishu was killed in one move was still fresh in their minds.

This commoner actually walked right into his own death!

"Arrogant fool! You will pay the price for your ignorance!"

"Let's go! To the dueling arena!"

"We'll show you what true aristocratic power really is!"

On the surface, the four men were furious, as if they had been deeply insulted, but secretly they were frantically exchanging knowing glances, the meaning of which was self-evident.

It's a sure thing! This time it's definitely a sure thing!

……

After dinner at the Tristine Magic Academy, it was usually a quiet time for nobles to have private salons or return to their rooms to study magic.

But tonight, the dueling arena at the Tristine Magic Academy was unusually bustling with noise and as bright as day.

Countless magic lamps floated in mid-air, illuminating the vast venue in minute detail; the spectacle was even more grand than a major festival.

Not only the students, but also several college teachers, including Colbert, stood solemnly on the high place, clearly alarmed by this sudden and unprecedented duel.

The entire dueling arena was completely surrounded.

The chatter of the aristocratic students was like boiling water, bubbling and gurgling incessantly.

"Have you heard? It's the 'Elemental Quartet' from the fourth year! The four of them are teaming up to take down that commoner familiar, 'Louise of Zero'!"

"My God! Those are four 'Line' level mages! They've reached the second stage of magehood. And their familiars are all powerful magical beasts that have been training together for at least two years, their coordination is perfect! How are we supposed to fight them?"

"The betting has started! I bet that commoner familiar won't last three minutes!"

"One against eight... This isn't a duel anymore, it's a public execution!"

The aristocratic students were discussing it amongst themselves, with the vast majority not having a high opinion of Lynn.

A strange human familiar battles four noble mages and their four strangely shaped and ferocious magical beast familiars.

To anyone else, this was a one-sided, crushing defeat.

In a corner of the crowd, the maid Shesta and the head chef Maruton, among others, clenched their fists nervously, their palms sweating profusely, worried for their "commoner's holy sword."

"Lord Holy Sword... this opponent is far too strong..."

Shesta's eyes, which always held a hint of timidity, were now fixed on Lynn's back, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Have faith in Lord Holy Sword! He will surely create another miracle!" Maruton roared, but his trembling voice betrayed his inner unease.

"Lynn..."

Louise stood in the spot closest to the dueling arena, her lovely face, which always tried to maintain its noble dignity, now filled with tension.

Her small hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

But in those moist, peach-colored eyes, there was not a trace of doubt, only an almost blind, fanatical trust.

She believed him.

She unconditionally believed that he would create miracles for her, just like he did yesterday.

Because he is the familiar bestowed upon me by the gods.

It is my...light.

……

The four backup options, who were the subject of much discussion, were relieved and even overjoyed.

Lynn's words, "Let's all come at him together," were exactly what they wanted.

Kishu is no weakling; he's a second-year genius and a 'Line' level mage. In a one-on-one fight, none of them are confident that they can defeat Kishu in one move like Lynn did.

Neither of them was confident in a one-on-one matchup with Lynn.

But when four people from eight units work together, that's a different story!

Four "Line" level mages, plus four well-coordinated familiars!

In their view, the outcome of this duel was already decided; now the question was how to win more gracefully and satisfyingly.

They believed that under the overwhelming force of sheer numbers and power, any skill would become utterly ineffective!

They could almost see this arrogant commoner, utterly humiliated and begging for mercy on his knees under the combined assault of their powerful magic and familiars.

At that time, they will not only be able to reclaim the glory of the nobility, but also make the goddess Chuluk, who is watching from the sidelines, look at them with new eyes!

"Arrogant commoner, today you will pay the price for your ignorance!"

"For the glory of Lord Chuluk!"

"Come forth, my loyal companion!"

With four synchronized roars, they simultaneously summoned their familiars!

A hunting dog engulfed in flames!

A gigantic toad with an enormous body that spews icy breath!

A swift-moving stone ape made of rock!

And a hawk hovering in the air, its wings capable of creating wind blades!

Four powerful familiars surrounded Lynn, their terrifying magical energy causing the air to freeze.

Many of the younger students were already pale with fright.

However, faced with this desperate situation of 1v8.

Lynn simply picked two evenly sized branches from the side.

Different from last time.

This time, he held one in each hand.

That leisurely posture made it seem as if he wasn't facing a life-or-death duel, but rather preparing for a game of ambidextrous fighting in his own backyard.

An eerie silence fell over the entire room once again.

"The duel begins!"

With a helpless yet complicated command from Mr. Colbert, the battle erupted instantly!

"Kill him! Blast him to smithereens with magic!"

"Charge! My comrade! Tear him apart!"

The four backup options were completely enraged by Lynn's dismissive attitude. With cruel smirks on their faces, they issued the order to attack!

Flames, ice, wind blades, and the stone ape's fist the size of a casserole dish blocked all of Lynn's escape routes from all directions!

Not only that, the four magicians also chanted spells at the same time, and the "wind bullet" formed by compressed air and the "mud spell" that slowed down his movements were like a net that crashed down on him!

The earth-shattering power made all the students watching instinctively hold their breath!

Louise's heart leaped into her throat, her little hands clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms!

'No...no...' Her mind went blank, and all she could do was frantically and humbly pray to the progenitor in her heart:

'Please...please protect him! Protect my...my light!'

However, Lynn neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, he walked leisurely forward into the raging torrent of magic.

Everyone thought he had gone mad!

The next second, something that shattered their understanding happened.

That wasn't dodging; it was a breathtakingly elegant dance unfolding on the edge of a knife.

Lynn's figure moved like a feather unburdened by force, traversing the devastating barrage of magical projectiles with a rhythm almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

A blazing pillar of fire grazed the hem of his clothes, but the intense heat didn't even cause his white shirt to turn a scorch mark.

A sharp blade of wind grazed his cheek, severing only a single strand of hair that fluttered as he moved.