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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 127: Mages of the Tower (5)

Chapter 127: Mages of the Tower (5)

“Zollin‌‌‌ that stupid fool…!”‍‌

The⁠ leader of the​ Red Cult, Elder​‍⁠ Admelech, released his‍‌‌ blazing mana in‌⁠ an attempt to​​ quench his burning⁠​​ fury.

He‌​‌ used to call‌⁠ the mages of⁠ the Black Cult⁠‍ fools and mocked‌ them when they‍ had gone missing,‌‍​ but he didn’t​​ have the room​​‍ for that anymore.‌

He‌ might have ignored‍ it if it‌​‌ was a mage‌ from a lower⁠ floor, but the‌‍‍ problem was that⁠‌⁠ Professor Zollin, the‌ hostage, was a direct disciple of​‌ Elder Admelech.

Zollin⁠ was in the​ 7th floor, which⁠ was right beneath​​ Elder Admelech’s 8th​‌ floor, and that‌ in turn meant⁠‌ that he was​​‌ the future elder‌ of the Red​‍ Cult. Although most​ of the mages‍ in the Tower⁠⁠‌ treated their disciples‍ like trash, head‍​​ disciples of elders​‌⁠ were a different⁠​‍ story. They were‌​‍ extremely valuable successors.⁠

He‍ was the disciple‍ hand-picked by Elder‌ Admelech out of​ dozens of prodigies‍ with enormous mana‍ capacities, raised and⁠‌ nurtured carefully for⁠ dozens of years.⁠​⁠ Elder Admelech could‍ not afford to‌⁠ lose him just‌​ like this.

“I‌‌​ do admit that‍​ Zollin’s a fool,‌ but we must​ still save him!”​‍‌

Admelech‌ genuinely admitted Zollin’s⁠​‌ mistake and requested​⁠‍ the help of⁠​‌ the Black Cult,⁠‌‍ which was not​ received very well‌​​ by the black​​‌ mages.

The‍‌ head disciple of‌‌ Elder Morushtan, Arkai​ of the Black‍​ Cult, opened his⁠ mouth.

“This⁠⁠‍ is something that‌‌ concerns the Red‌ Cult. There is​ no responsibility for‍‍⁠ us Black Cult​ to…”

“Shut⁠‍⁠ up, brat. I am not talking⁠​ to you.”

Admelech‌‍‌ turned his gaze​⁠ to the leader‌⁠ of the Black​⁠ Cult, Elder Morushtan.​⁠​ The ones in⁠​⁠ charge of making⁠‍⁠ decisions were the‍‍ elders of each‌ cult, and Elder‍‍ Admelech did not​⁠ see the need⁠ to listen to⁠ the peasants below‍ him.

“…We‍ will help.”

“M,⁠ master?”

“This​​⁠ is not… an​‌ issue concerning one‌‍‌ specific cult. He…‌ has figured out​‍ our goal.”

“It‌‍‍ is as you​‌‌ say. Who in⁠​​ the world is​⁠‍ he?”

There‌ were too many‍‍​ unanswered questions.

Who​​ was the clown⁠‍ inside the footage,​⁠ and did he​​ tell others about‍‍ it? That was⁠‌​ when one of‌‍ the medium-level mages​ of the Red‍ Cult carefully raised⁠ his opinion to​‌ Admelech.

“Master…​‌ Since he’s requesting‍⁠ gold coins, how​⁠ about we try‌ putting together funds…”​

“Nonsense!‍‍ The Tower will‌‍​ not negotiate with‌​‍ such scoundrels!”

His‌‌‌ pride as one⁠ of the elders​ of the Tower​ of Mages did‌⁠⁠ not allow him​‌​ to obediently give‌ him money. Even‍‌⁠ though saving his‍​ head disciple was‌ very important, Admelech‌ did not want‌​‍ to bend his​ pride for it‌ either.

“If​ he leaks the‌​ information… That will‍⁠⁠ ruin our great‍‌‌ plan…”

“I​‌ know that already!”​​‍

Although‌ Admelech didn’t mention​‍ it because of​‌ his pride, gathering‍⁠ enough money wasn’t‍​‍ that easy either.‍ They had traveled⁠‍ a long distance​‍ from the Tower⁠⁠​ of Mages to‍ get to the‍​‌ Academy. Where would⁠⁠ they find and‌​​ prepare that much⁠⁠ money?

“We⁠‍ still have time…​​ We must look⁠‌⁠ for him.”

“We​ will need people‍‍ to look into​⁠⁠ this guy’s whereabouts.⁠‍​ Fortunately, the 2nd‍‍ Princess has entered⁠​ the Academy, so…‍ I suppose we‌ should request the​ princess for some​‍‍ aid.”

“I​​ agree.”

There‌ was still some​‌⁠ time left in⁠‌ their hands.

The‌‌ mages of the‌ Tower decided to​‍ find the clown‌‍ before anything.

****‌

Now,‌ they must be​‌‌ feeling rushed and​‍ hasty.

There‌‍ were mainly 3 things that the‍‍⁠ Tower could do⁠​​ at this stage‍⁠​ in time.

Ignore‍‍⁠ the video and‍‌​ move in groups‍‍‌ and discard the‌‍ hostages.

Prepare​​‌ enough money as‍ requested.

Find‍⁠ the clown and​ settle the score.‌

As⁠‌‌ for Number 1,⁠⁠ it was impossible.‌​ At least not‌ for Elder Admelech‌⁠ of the Red​⁠‌ Cult.

Zollin,​​ who was currently⁠⁠‍ in my hands,‍ was still the​‌‌ one and only‌ successor of the⁠⁠ Red Cult despite‌⁠ appearing rather stupid.​​⁠

After⁠⁠ entering the tower,⁠‌‍ the mages would‍​ discard their surnames‍ and display themselves‌‌ by their names‌ and their cults.⁠ For Admelech, the‍⁠‍ Red Cult was​​‍ his family, and‌​ his asset as⁠⁠ one who had⁠ dedicated his life​⁠⁠ to the path⁠ of magic.

There‍ was no way⁠‍ that he would‌‌ abandon his successor⁠​⁠ that easily.

Number​‍ 2 wasn’t a realistic option either.​‌

The‌ mages of the​‍‍ Tower were elitists‍‌ and personified versions​ of ego and⁠⁠‌ pride. For them,‌ this kidnapping incident​ would be one⁠ that brought about​‍‌ fury and thoughts​‌​ of revenge, and​⁠‌ would not see‍‌⁠ the clown as​ someone to negotiate‌​⁠ with.

‘And‌⁠ that’s why I gave them a week.’

Inevitably,‍ the only option⁠⁠ they would choose​⁠ was Option Number⁠⁠ 3. Looking for​‍‍ the clown and‌ making the clown​​ pay for their⁠⁠ actions would probably‍​ be the only⁠‍⁠ option in their‍​ minds.

And​ that raised a question – how‍​⁠ would they try‌‍⁠ looking for me?‌⁠

They⁠‌ might request the​⁠ Intelligence Guild or‍​ look for clues⁠ themselves, but… the‌⁠ easiest method was​⁠​ going straight to⁠⁠​ Princess Miruam.

“Can‍⁠‌ you please do‍​​ that for me,⁠​‌ junior?”

“…”⁠​‌

The‍‍⁠ boy in front​ of me, the‍ descendant of Hasassin,​‌​ replied after a short silence.

“Asking‌ me to monitor​​‍ a princess of‍‌​ the royal family‍ all of a sudden… Is this⁠ not a serious​⁠ offense that might‌‌‍ drop my head?”⁠

“That‍​ is why I am asking you‍​‌ specifically, junior. If‌ it’s you, you’ll​ never be caught⁠​ and you will‍‍‌ be alright.”

“…I​ swear I remember‍⁠⁠ you telling me‍⁠ to walk the⁠‌‌ path of a knight just recently,​‍⁠ though.”

Rashid​​ seemed dumbfounded by​‍‌ my request, but​‍ it was understandable,​​ considering how I suddenly came to⁠‌ him and was‌ asking him to‍⁠ monitor Princess Miruam⁠⁠​ and tell me​⁠‍ what conversation she‍⁠‍ would have with​⁠ mages from the​⁠ Tower. It was⁠‍‌ a rather illegal‌ request.

“My‌‍ dear junior!”

I shouted while grabbing‌⁠ tightly onto the​⁠ shoulders of Rashid​ Ad Din Mustali.‍⁠​

“What⁠‍ exactly is a knight? What is‍ the heart of‍‍ chivalry?!”

“What​⁠ are you talking⁠‌‍ about all of​‍ a sudden?”

“Saving‌‌ the weak, doing​⁠​ what is just,​‍​ and keeping justice⁠ is what chivalry‍ is all about.⁠ Doth thou disagree?”‌⁠

“What‌​ is wrong with‍‌​ you…”

“Doth​‌⁠ thou disagree?”

“…No.⁠​ You’re right.”

“In‌ other words, it’s⁠⁠​ okay for the‌‌⁠ procedure to be​​ slightly cowardly.”

“Like,⁠ umm… isn’t that​ pure sophistry? Isn’t‍​​ being righteous and⁠‌ fair also a part of chivalry?”​⁠‍

“Righteousness‍⁠⁠ to righteousness. But​‍⁠ evil to evil.‍ That’s how it‍​ is.”

“But‌‌ still, surveilling a royal princess is…”‍⁠

“No,‌⁠ no, no. That’s⁠ not it. Your‍‍ job is not‌‌⁠ about surveilling a princess. It’s about​‌ monitoring the mages⁠⁠ from the Tower.”‌​⁠

“Isn’t‌‌​ that the same⁠‌‍ thing?”

“Everything​⁠⁠ depends on how⁠​ you phrase it.”‌​

Taking‍⁠ out a pouch‍ of gold coins⁠‌⁠ from my pocket,​​ I placed it‌‍ in his hands.‌⁠‌

“That’s​⁠ the advance payment.​‌ I will give‍⁠ you the same​​ amount if you‌​ bring me the‌⁠ requested information.”

“…Thank​ you very much‌‍‌ for your patronage.”⁠

In​ the end, Rashid‌‍​ accepted my request.​ Since he just‍ left the nest⁠⁠ of assassins, he⁠‍⁠ was pretty much‌‌ broke and the⁠⁠ money I offered‍​ as payment was⁠ probably too much​‌ for him to⁠ ignore.

Now,⁠‌ all I had​ to do was⁠⁠‍ wait for the‌‍ Tower to get‍ in contact with‌‌ Princess Miruam.

Looking‍ at the purple⁠‌‍ suit and the‍‌ makeup of a clown, Miruam would‌⁠‌ be able to⁠​ immediately notice the​‌ identity of the‌⁠‌ culprit in an‌ instant.

The⁠⁠​ fact that the‌ culprit was me,⁠‌ Korin Lork, who⁠‍ had been using‍‍ the same disguise​‌ in the Hunting‌ Grounds, would be‍ as clear as⁠ day for her.‍‍

At‍‌ that point, there​⁠ would be no⁠​⁠ reason for Miruam‌⁠‍ to not tell‍‍ the Tower about‍​ my identity. Because​​​ the Tower was‍‍ one of her‍‍ greatest sponsors, the‍​​ decline of their⁠‍ power also equated‍ to the decline‍⁠ of her status‌‍‌ and position.

Everything‍‍ I had done‍‍⁠ until now was‍ to induce them‍⁠⁠ into attacking me‌‌ for a one‍⁠‌ big sweep. My‍‍‌ goal was to​⁠‍ wipe them all⁠‌⁠ out at once,⁠ but…

『Oh⁠‌‌ dear. I wonder‍‌ who this is.‍⁠⁠ What a terrifying-looking​‍ clown.』

Unlike‍​⁠ my expectations, Miruam‌ did not say‍ a single thing‍ about my identity.‍‌

………What‌ was going on?‌‌​

****‍

“The‍ Tower has been⁠‍‍ quite rowdy recently.”‌

In⁠ the chairman’s office,​⁠ Master Erin opened​​​ her mouth while‍ lifting the cup‌⁠‌ of tea to‍ her mouth.

“As⁠‍ you expected, the​​ Tower seems to⁠⁠ have noticed that​ we were related‌⁠ to the kidnapping‍ incident of the‍‍⁠ mages.”

“But‌​ the problem is⁠ that they didn’t​​‍ fall for the‌‍⁠ bait.”

Miruam‍‌⁠ did not give​⁠ any clues to‌ the mages from‍‍‍ the Tower who‍⁠‍ came visiting her‌⁠ to show the​‌ footage. She simply​ did not tell⁠⁠​ them that I was the culprit.‌

“Why‌‌‌ do you think‍ she did that?”‍​​

“…Maybe​⁠ she saw through​⁠ it?”

“But‌⁠ she still should​ have said it⁠‌ in that case,‌‍ don’t you think?”‌

She​​ might have noticed​ Rashid but was‍​‌ that even possible?‌⁠‌ Even I, who​⁠​ was aware of⁠ his ability to⁠‌ conceal his presence,‍⁠ had to engrave⁠⁠ several Runes of‍‌‍ Perception around me⁠ to notice him.‍‌

There‌‍⁠ shouldn’t be any​⁠ methods for Princess​ Miruam to see‌‌ through Rashid’s stealth⁠‍⁠ so… why did​⁠⁠ she do that?‍‌⁠

Was⁠​​ it to side⁠ with me?

That​‌‍ made even less​ sense.

Miru‍​​ was a cold-hearted⁠​ and calculative person.⁠ She wasn’t the‍⁠‍ type to discard​‌​ something that was​‍ already on her‌ side, just because⁠‌ of something that‌‍ could eventually take​⁠ her side.

“Anyway,⁠‌ it looks like‌‍ your Plan A has failed, Student⁠⁠ Korin. At this​‍⁠ rate…”

“They’ll‍ probably do something​‌‍ in the mid-sems.”​

That‍ was what I had been hoping​ to avoid at​‍ all costs.

According‌ to the original‍⁠ storyline, the mages‍⁠‍ of the Tower⁠​​ would create a commotion in the​ middle of the⁠ mid-sem exams, which‌ would result in‌ a horrible disaster.‌⁠

Since⁠​​ they had already​ familiarized themselves with​​ the structure of‌⁠⁠ the Academy and​ the locations of‍ several facilities including⁠ the laboratory, the‍​ black mages would⁠⁠​ drop tons of⁠‍ chimeras and undeads‍‍‌ at once, while‌‌ the red mages​⁠ would set every‍ building on fire‌​ to add to​ the chaos.

Meanwhile,​ Elder Morushtan and‌‌ Elder Admelech would‌ kidnap Marie, who‌‍‌ was locked up‍‍ in the basement‍​​ of the Academy‌ and… Lord Adelene⁠‍ would assassinate the‍ chairman.

That⁠ was the original‍​ storyline of the​ game. On top‍​ of that, the‌ damage done to⁠‌ the students would‍​‍ be even more‌‌⁠ amplified by Adelene’s​ magic.

My‍ goal was to⁠‌ prevent this from‍‌ happening altogether.

Wearing​ the outfit of‌​ a clown, I would create a fuss in the⁠‌‍ Hunting Grounds to‍‌ etch my appearance‌⁠‌ into Princess Miruam’s​ mind, and send‍ a video of‌​⁠ a similar clown‍‌ to the mages.‌​

I was going to‍ go out on‌ an external mission​‌ and use that‍ to lure in⁠ all the mages‍ after they started‍⁠ monitoring me, but…‍

The⁠‌‍ prerequisites of Plan​​ A ended up‍ crumbling to pieces‌‌ by Princess Miruam​‍ not telling them​⁠ about my identity.⁠‍⁠

“Let⁠⁠ me do it.”‌‍‌

“But…”⁠‌

“Since‌⁠​ Plan A has‍ failed, isn’t it‍​‍ time to change⁠‍‍ to Plan B?‌ I will draw‌​​ the eyes of‌ the mages.”

“No.⁠‍‍ We can’t have‌​‍ the king stepping​​ in already.”

80‍‌‌ years ago, Tates‌ Valtazar had sealed‍‌​ Erin in the​‌ Shadow Palace, and‍​ the only reason‍​ she was able‍⁠ to attend the‌‍​ matters of the‍‍ material world was⁠​ thanks to the​⁠‍ puppet, Eriu Casarr.‌

If​‌‌ the puppet were​‍‌ to be broken,​ Master wouldn’t be​⁠ able to safely‍ intervene in the​ matters of this‍⁠ world and in​‍​ the end…

“It‌​‌ is alright. Even‍‌⁠ if this body‌ is to be‍‌‌ broken, I can⁠⁠​ break out of⁠⁠ the seal. The​​‌ seal has weakened⁠​ considerably in the​‍ span of 80⁠⁠‌ years.”

“…”⁠‌‌

And‌ that was what⁠​ I hated. In​‌ the last iteration,​ and even back‌​ in the game,‍ that was what​⁠ made Erin lose‍⁠ her life.

My‌​ goal in this​​ iteration was to‍⁠ have her remain​‌ inside the shell⁠‍‍ of Eriu Casarr‍‌‍ without giving her⁠​ even the slight​‍ chance to personally⁠⁠​ leave the palace.​ Before Tates Valtazar‌ could be crowned⁠ to being the‍‍‌ new king, he‌‍ had to kill⁠​ Erin Danua, the‌⁠⁠ current Queen of‍‌ Paradise.

In​⁠ order to prevent‍​‌ that from happening⁠ altogether, my plan‍​‌ was to have‍‍‌ her exiled in⁠‌⁠ the Shadow Palace‍ until I managed​⁠‌ to kill Valtazar.​‌⁠

“I‍ believe it is‍​ right for me⁠ to bear the​‌ burden with this‍‍ spare body, instead‌ of putting Student‍​​ Marie at risk.”‌

“…”‍​

There‍ were no justifications‍‍ for me to⁠⁠‌ turn her down.‌ After all that‌ was the Plan⁠⁠ B we had‍ decided with, and‍‍‍ using Plan B was unavoidable now‍ that Plan A had failed.

“Before⁠‌ that… let me‌‍​ do something first.”‌‍

“What‌ is it?”

The‍⁠ sudden appearance of⁠‌‍ Princess Miruam and‍​‍ her inexplicable actions‌‌ had acted as‌⁠‌ a variable, but⁠‌ in this iteration‌‍ and in this⁠ current time frame,​ there was another​‍‍ variable that could​​‍ work in our‍​‌ favor.

“Let’s⁠​ flip the whole⁠‌⁠ stage over, and‍ force them into​ doing something.”

****​‌​

“Elder​ Morushtan of the‌⁠ Tower of Mages.‍ You are under‌ arrest for illegal‌ human experiments, and‍​​ charged for murder,‍ abduction, and confinement.”‍

On⁠‍ the way to​⁠⁠ the Academy, it‌​ was when the‌​ mages from the​​ Tower were walking‌ to the Academy​‌ as always when‌ they suddenly appeared‍ out of nowhere.‍ As a result,‍ the front gates⁠ of the Academy⁠​ became a ground⁠ of confrontation of‍ roughly 40 mages‌‌​ and people wearing⁠ sacred garments and⁠ armors.

“Paladins‌‍ of the New⁠‌‍ Faith…! What do‍ you think you⁠​‍ are doing!?”

They⁠‍ were the armed‍ forces of the‍‍​ New Faith, that‍ rivaled the Templar‌⁠ Knights of the‍​ Old Faith. They​‍ were the symbol‌‍​ of ‘strength’ in⁠ the New Faith,‍ and it was‌⁠ outside of everyone’s‍ expectations for them​⁠‍ to suddenly appear‌‌‌ before the mages​‌ of the Tower.‍​

“…”​‌

Elder​‌ Morushtan, the leader‍‌‌ of the Black​‌‌ Cult, gazed at‍‍ the paladins before‌‌ him.

As⁠ the leader of‌ the Black Cult,‍ he had always‌ been the one‍⁠​ in the lead‍⁠‌ when it came⁠​ to human experiments​ with a bunch‍ of such experiences​ in his hands.‌​​ However, mages of‌ the Tower had⁠​ always been the⁠ target of suspicion‍‍ and the key‌‌ was in evidence.‍‍ And Elder Morushtan​‍⁠ was confident that⁠ he had already⁠ cleaned up and‌‍⁠ concealed everything that‌‍ he had done.‌‍

“Do⁠​ not resist and⁠⁠​ receive the verdict,‍​ Elder Morushtan. You⁠ are under a significant allegation of‌‌ being a heretic.”‍

“Nonsense!‌ The Tower of​ Mages does not‍ belong to any⁠‌⁠ nation! No one‍ can arrest us;⁠ not even Holy⁠‌ Knights!”

The‌‍​ mages of the‌ Tower retaliated against‍ the paladins in⁠‍​ one voice, as⁠ both sides turned⁠‍ more and more⁠​​ aggressive. The Holy‌ Knights were here​‍ to arrest the‍ leader of one​ of their symbolic⁠⁠​ cults, which was‌ naturally met with‍⁠ significant resistance.

Both‍ sides were incredibly‍‍ powerful. A conflict‍ of the two‍⁠ forces would be​⁠⁠ devastating and could‍⁠ even escalate to‍​ a war of​‍⁠ religion.

“Everyone.‍ Please stop.”

It⁠​ was then. A girl appeared and‌‍‍ started walking up‌ from behind the​‌ paladins.

She​⁠​ was the harmony⁠‍ of pure white​‌ and gold – the one and⁠‍ only of the⁠​ New Faith.

“Saintess‍⁠​ Estelle…”

Estelle‌ Hadassa El Rath.‍ She was here‍​ to intervene in‍‍‍ the volatile situation.⁠​⁠

“What‍​ is this about,‍⁠‌ Your Highness Estelle?‌‌‍ Is Your Highness‌ planning on harassing⁠​ us, the Tower‍‌ of Mages?”

Professor‌​​ Arkai, the head⁠ disciple of Morushtan,​‍ raised his voice.⁠

The​ Tower of Mages​‌‍ was by no​ means weaker than‌⁠ the New Faith​⁠⁠ in both strength⁠ and authority. It‍ was impossible for‍​ them to arrest‌ a leader of⁠​ a cult based‍‌⁠ on allegations alone.‍‍‌

“Of​‌ course, I, as‌​‍ the Saintess, fully⁠‍⁠ acknowledge the prestige‍‌​ and rights of‌ the Tower. However,‍​ there has been​​ a heavy allegation‌ against Elder Morushtan.⁠ Since there has‌‍ been a report,⁠​‌ there is a need to look‌‌ into the matter.”​⁠

“You⁠⁠ cannot do this‌‍⁠ without even having‌‌⁠ proof…”

“Of‌⁠​ course, we do‌ have proof.”

With​ a wide smile​ on her face,‍ Estelle took out​ documents and a recording stone. They​ were the evidence⁠ and a recording⁠‍ of the place‍​ that Korin Lork‍‌ had told them‌ about.

“This…”​​

Even⁠‌ Morushtan was dumbfounded​‌ looking at the‌ obvious pieces of‍‍ evidence sitting right‌‍⁠ before his eyes.‌​ This was the‌​‍ footage of his⁠‌⁠ secret laboratory that‍​‍ no one should‌‍​ know about. He⁠ only visited the⁠​‌ laboratory with the‍⁠⁠ help of his‌​‌ familiar and made‍⁠‍ sure nobody knew‍‌ about his presence‍ or the location⁠‌‍ of the lab,​ so how did‌⁠ the New Faith​⁠ know about it?‌⁠​

“Y,‍​‍ you’re framing…”

“Be‌ quiet. Our order‍‍ carries out rightful⁠​ inquisitions in accordance‍‍ with the rules‌⁠ forged by the‍ lord and the​ royalty.”

When‍ Estelle said that⁠ out loud with​⁠‌ a cross in​‍⁠ her hands, blinding​⁠‍ light surged out​⁠ of her body‌ and threatened to‌ blind their eyes⁠​⁠ despite the sun⁠⁠ being high up⁠ in the sky.⁠‍⁠

It​​ was a radiant‌ yet warm ray⁠ of light – a cleansing miracle‌ cleaning everything evil​‍​ in existence. The⁠‍ light emanating out​​ of Estelle was​‍​ the very proof‍ that she was⁠⁠‍ being loved by‍​​ the gods.

Saintess​​⁠ Estelle.

Just‌ from a single⁠⁠ prayer, the necromancers⁠ walking down the⁠⁠⁠ evil and wicked‍​ path were made⁠​ to swallow their​‌‌ pain.

“Uhuk…!”⁠​​

Staring‍‍‌ at them, the​‍‌ saintess of the​⁠⁠ New Faith, Estelle,‍‌​ said with a sadistic smile on​ her face.

“Are‍⁠ you coming? Or⁠ do you need‌⁠ to be bashed​‌​ up first?”

Her‌⁠ last words were​​⁠ truly unbefitting of⁠‍⁠ a saintess, but‍⁠‌ were enough to⁠ make the mages⁠​‍ of the Tower‍ surrender.

****‍‍

“Those⁠ damned bastards of‍‍ the New Faith!!”‍⁠

The​⁠‍ mages of the‍ Tower were very‍ down.

The​​​ leader of the‍ Black Cult, Morushtan,⁠‌ had been seized‍‍ by the New⁠‍ Faith for allegations​ of human experiments,⁠ which was on⁠ a whole different‍‍ scale to third-rate‌⁠‍ mages and the‌​ head disciple being​ kidnapped.

“How⁠‌⁠ bad is our‍ luck?!”

“We⁠​‌ need to stop‌‍ our plan!”

“How‍⁠ dare these scoundrels‍‌ interrupt the great⁠⁠​ path of magic?”‍

The⁠‍ hot-tempered mages of‍‍ the Red Cult‍⁠‍ were infuriated whereas‍​‍ those of the​‍ Black Cult appeared‍⁠ extremely gloomy. Losing⁠‌‍ their leader Morushtan‌ was a big​ blow to their‍‌​ confidence.

More​‌ importantly, the problem​⁠⁠ bigger than the‌⁠‍ blow to their⁠ confidence was their⁠​​ lack of power.‌‌‍

Their​‍ targets, Marie Dunareff⁠⁠ and Chairman Eriu‌‍ Casarr were both​ powerhouses at the⁠​ Unique Grade. Having⁠​‌ several mages at‍‌ the level of​​⁠ an elder was‍ a must when⁠⁠ capturing such individuals​ and besides, it‌‍​ was originally supposed​‍ to be Elder​​​ Morushtan’s job to‌‌ capture Marie Dunareff​⁠​ and hence they‍‍‌ were lost as⁠‌⁠ to what to‍ do.

“Professor​ Arkai… What do‌ we do now?”​

“…”⁠​

Morushtan’s⁠ head disciple, Professor​ Arkai was agonized.‍ He could only​⁠ think of one⁠‍ plan that could​ save them out‌​​ of this trouble.⁠⁠‌

“We⁠‍ must… continue the​ plan with haste.​‍‍ Before master gets​‍⁠ taken to the⁠‍ sacred lands of‍⁠ the New Faith…‍‌⁠ we need to​ burn the Academy‌ and save him⁠‌‌ in the midst‌ of that chaos.”‌‍⁠

“Shut‌ your nonsense! Professor‍⁠‍ Arkai! We already​ had our hands‌‌‌ full with that‌‍ stupid clown; what​⁠‌ plan is there​ to continue with⁠ at this point?!​⁠ We must quickly​‍⁠ return to the‍‍‍ Tower!”

“The​ foremost reason why‌​‌ our plan was‌⁠ revealed was because⁠ one of your⁠​​ professors revealed everything⁠⁠⁠ to that clown!‌ You have your⁠​‌ side of the‌‍ responsibility to this‍‍ matter, Red Cult!”⁠

“What‍‍⁠ was that? You‌​ filthy necrophiles!”

“Is‌ that all you‌⁠ have to say,⁠‍‍ you damn arsonists?!”‍‌‍

The‍⁠ quarrel between the​​⁠ two cults escalated‍‍‌ as they started​‌ raising their voices.‌⁠ No longer able​‍‍ to leave them​⁠ be, Elder Admelech‌​‍ created soaring flames​​ that settled both⁠⁠ parties down.

“Kuuk?!”⁠​

“E,‍ Elder Admelech?!”

His​⁠ flames emerged without‍‍​ him even chanting​‍‍ a spell and​ yet they were⁠​ powerful enough to‍‌ almost break through‌ their defensive robes.​

It⁠​ was an overwhelming‌⁠ display of firepower,​‍‍ capable of suppressing‍​‍ dozens of mages‍⁠​ at once. What​ was even more‍⁠ surprising was that‌⁠‍ the flames were‍‍‍ focused only on‍‍ the mages without⁠ affecting anything else⁠⁠​ in the room.​

“This​​ is not a marketplace, you fools.”​

“S,‍⁠‍ sorry sir!”

“Please…‌​ have mercy!”

All‌ the mages yielded​‌ at the face‌⁠​ of Admelech’s flames.‍‍‌ It might have​​‍ been possible for‍​ them to withstand‌ the spells of‍‍ a professor-level mage,​ but someone at​⁠‌ the level of​⁠ an elder had⁠‍ the power to‌⁠‌ wipe most of‌⁠‌ them out as‍ if they were​⁠ ants.

After​ settling the mages‍‌⁠ down, Admelech quietly​‌ looked into the‌‍ eyes of each‍‍ and every one​⁠⁠ of them before⁠ shouting with a sonorous voice.

“Lord‍ Adelene!”

There​‌ was a reason‌‍‍ why the higher​​​ ranked mages, who‌ considered the low-grade‌‍ mages as insects,‍‍ had been letting‌ everyone participate in‌⁠ the conference. It⁠ was because the​⁠⁠ Great Golden Mage⁠‍ was in disguise‍ as one of‌⁠ the lower-grade mages.‍‍

Admelech‍​‌ shouted, with not⁠‍ a single doubt‍ that Lord Adelene‌ was among them.​‍‍

“Now​‍​ that Elder Morushtan‌‌ has been arrested,‍ it is impossible⁠‌ for this old‌⁠‍ man to do​​ this alone. I will have to⁠⁠ ask for your​‌‍ direct assistance!”

“…”​⁠‌

“…”​‌

The​ room turned silent.‌ No one stepped​ up calling themselves‌⁠ Adelene, but that‍‍ was natural because‌‌‌ Adelene wouldn’t have‍⁠‌ even bothered to⁠‍⁠ go under disguise​‍‌ if he or‌ she was going​‌ to reveal themselves​ this easily.

– Creak!

– Tadak…!

It​‌ was then. Every‌‍‍ metal in the​‌‌ room starting from‌​ pens, badges to​‍​ staves and everything⁠ with even the‌​ slightest hint of​​ metal started to‍‍‌ move by themselves.⁠

“W,⁠ what is going‌‍‍ on?”

“Who’s​ using magic…?”

They‌‍⁠ turned to one‌ another, but none​⁠ of them were‍⁠‍ able to even​‍ guess who the​⁠ one using magic⁠ was – not‌⁠⁠ even Elder Admelech.‍

– Click!

Soon,​‍‍ the metals stopped‌ moving in the‌​‍ air. They formed‌ a sentence giving​ a direction to‌‌‌ the mages of⁠ the Tower.

『Seal‌​ the Witch.』

The‌‍ plan was revealed‌ and key personnel​‌​ were captured but​‍⁠ the central figure‍ of this great‌​ plan – the⁠ Great Golden Mage​​ gave a simple⁠​ command.

Carry⁠‍ on with the‍​⁠ plan.

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