Chapter 159 - Saving You

A/N: I'm having a mild fever but I have to keep the update strike for the MGS. The chapter is only proofread with Grammarly, so I apologize if there are misspelled words.

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Leviticus swore to himself to lay low when he gets to Magierstadt, the magic academy. The seneschals and the inhabitants of the castle were reluctant to let him go. Leviticus of Atziluth, after all, was the only heir to the throne. Diana, his mother, doesn't seem to be interested in having another heir as well.

"Prince Levi... please be careful."

"Are you sure you want to study in Magierstadt? There are also royal mages who can homeschool you..."

"No, I will study at Magierstadt. That is final." Leviticus smiled. "Don't worry about me. What bad could happen?"

**

Leviticus had thought about it several times already. What bad could happen, really? He was prepared for the exams—he had studied in advance. But then, all those years of preparation have gone to waste. Magierstadt changed its exam and no one saw it coming. 

He had glanced around and his eye caught a person who didn't stand from the crowd due to her gloomy disposition, but she had an air, nonetheless.

And staff with a gem unlike any other.

Gems, which signify what element you are most suitable with, usually had distinct colors and were minerals found underneath the ground. But the girl's staff... it was different. Its color wasn't very much like any other.

And it was broken.

A broken, cyan gem with intricate patterns and wood that had diminutive crystal fragments etched to them. What was that? Leviticus approached her and introduced himself. 

The air around her was different. It wasn't different that is romantically inclined but magically different. There was something about her Leviticus can't put his thumb to. It was like she was someone else that was familiar but isn't, at the same time.

Leviticus' perceptive eye glanced to the skin of her arms.

The slight leak of mana.

He dismissed this, though. Mana that leaks in the body are completely normal with a small amount. So Leviticus paid no heed to this, although he could tell he was curious about this girl.

The exams started right after the spoiled rich boy announced he decided to split the group. And it didn't feel right for Leviticus—splitting commoners and nobles means to be putting a borderline to who is who, which is which. He personally didn't commend Anakin's ways, but he found himself agreeing to him—

And not because he AGREED.

It was because of a spell.

It didn't take Leviticus to figure it out in a matter of minutes whilst he continued to look at Anakin. He was obviously using a spell to make people have a sense of feeling of ease. And he utilizes this sly spell with the use of his own charms. Leviticus can give him that.

Considering Leviticus cannot point it out due to the lack of evidence (the teachers were not perceptive enough to notice), Leviticus dismissed the fact.

Many things had happened which led him to be the group leader. Leviticus wanted to lay low and be equal to everyone else, but it wasn't too bad to be s leader as well, not because it gave Levi the sense of superiority (like Anakin), it was because these people trusted him.

So he wanted to do them a favor by letting them know that he can do many things beyond the noble's abilities. He was from Zweite; he had studied the dark castle before, so he has a pretty solid knowledge around it. 

The examinees knew Leviticus as simply Leviticus. The 'Prince' title was left on the shadows when Levi sailed away from the homeland he was royalty. There was no way he would reveal he was the prince. The queen also gave a royal decree not to have Levi be coined as the prince for a short amount of time—

And that speaks freedom.

He was just Levi, that mage who had ticked Anakin's nerve off.

Leviticus volunteered to be the one who will go ahead. At first, they were reluctant, but eventually, they agreed. Leviticus was going ahead to sense monsters and fight them if they call for it. He was making sure the path is safe for everyone. 

When Leviticus felt the mana concentrated in one area as screams were heard from the distance, he came without hesitation. And it was her, Faustina, who was now in a bad condition—a condition that Leviticus couldn't describe. Nerves swollen like tree toots and pulsating so visibly. The mana leaking from her body... it was immense. But it will take a perceptive eye to spot this, considering there seemed to be glamour or a mask of fog enveloping this girl.

Leviticus helped her stand, and then that's when he noticed that same magic his mother's mages were experimenting with. 

Zweite's doom and power.

Black magic.

Although it was very faint, Leviticus had sensed it well. It was coming from her pocket, lingering around and absorbs a small amount of mana. Leviticus wanted to frown. Why does Faustina have a mana revitalizer if her body is continuously being resupplied with mana from the inside already?

Talking to her and helping her speak of volume. The girl doesn't know what was in her pocket. 

Leviticus wanted to point this out—yet again—but he stopped short and considered the situation at hand. The teachers are watching. He couldn't force her to show it either, so it wasn't really the best time to pull a stunt like that. 

And so, Levi dismissed it again and left.

...

But who knew it was such a mistake? Leviticus had already fought minor monsters who will regenerate for thirty minutes after. But thirty minutes was plenty of time as it is.

When he came back, he had seen quite the spectacle. 

Anakin Disfiegro was walking among the examinees with a smile plastered on his stupid face. Anakin wanted to facepalm. He bewitched them, yet again.

**

"Go straight to the path. I bought you guys some time to go back to the dark castle. There are lesser monsters now so you could preserve your mana."

He didn't wait for their response and instantly left to find Faustina. Anakin Disfiegro was still frozen on the spot with his scattered jewels. Any moment now, he will fail—considering the teachers have seen what happened.

Or have they?

Leviticus couldn't care less. What was important is to find Faustina and then help her. She still isn't in good condition.

A mage is a mage. All of then ought to pass. That was what Leviticus said to himself before he took the exam in Magierstadt.

Along the way, Levi had fought trolls and goblins as well as apparitions. He was continuously using wind spells to throw them off or at least fly away from them. There was no need to engage in gruesome battles. Only Anakin Disfiegro would want to do flashy spells in an attempt to please the teachers.

Leviticus is more of a practical type.

"Ventus!" Leviticus conjured a spell, making a magic hex appear mid-air. "Ventus!" He then made gestures with his fingers—a technique exclusive to those who live in Atziluth—which makes the wind of a single spell move from the gestures of the hand.

Leviticus threw the monsters altogether and released them to an area a little far away from him. He was already sweating profusely, even from the cold. It was getting harder to walk from the mist, as well. The mist, bizarrely, cannot be dissipated with wind magic. That made the search hard than it already is.

Soon after minutes of fighting, Leviticus was able to storm into one of the broken windows of the Dark Castle. Ghosts welcomed him with their terrifying noises but he was able to cast Lumos as quickly as he could.

Leviticus went to find the mana—the air—that strange feeling he got as he approached Faustina. And as he thought, it was tractable. He was able to find her quickly—a door that looked too different from others, which obviously invited trouble, invited him inside.

And Leviticus, who knew the tricks of the dark castle from Zweite's textbook, let himself succ.u.mb into a pretense that he was just another feeble being being absorbed into the chambers that spoke of doom.

Leviticus was able to get inside, and there was welcomed with a girl using the wind spell so strongly without control—without direction—and without experience! Leviticus' eyed widened as Faustina tried to fight a corpse wearing a torn gown. Leviticus was just in time to do a spell from behind, which made the corpse look back at him with its empty, hollow eyes.

The look, altogether, reminded him of someone.

There's no mistaking it—

They were facing the undead princess!

"Faustina!" Leviticus then grabbed Faustina's hand as he gestured his hand to use yet another wind spell he can manipulate. He then closed his fist, making the wind bind into the undead princess. "That will hold her! We need to escape!"

Leviticus pulled the door — and in the blink of an eye, light welcomed them both.

They managed to escape the undead princess!

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