Chapter 37: Let Me Think About How to Beat You Today

Chapter 37: Let Me Think About How to Beat You Today

A dark figure squeezed out of the cracks in the wall, spreading like ink across the floor. It began to rise gradually, until it covered the entire room.

Startled, Hennie took a few steps back, unable to discern the creature in the black ink.

She hurriedly took out a box of matches from her bosom, ready to strike a light.

Just as a glimmer of flame sparked, before she could even lift her gaze, the flame was extinguished by the darkness.

Why again

One or two instances of mockery thats not enough?

Hennie asked, her emotions starting to crumble.

The dark ink shadow fell silent, just quietly staring at her.

Yes, just staring.

As if it could see through Hennies thoughts, it split open its inky black mouth. It began to speak, its voice pouring into Hennies ears like the sound of demons.

I know what you need, little girl.

Just stay here, and wait for me.

The voice abruptly stopped, and the darkness in the room dissipated along with the sound.

The entire office returned to an eerie silence.

Hennie lifted her head. She knelt on the ground, exhausted, her expression unreadable.

Soon, the ink shadow returned.

The suffocating black ink filled the room again.

It roamed freely, like a gust of wind, in and out of the Mage Tower.

Hennie lifted her head, looking at the ink shadow, and suddenly froze.

Only then did she realize that this place was the Mage Tower.

Only those with authority could freely come and go.

Why could this ink shadow appear here?

Before she could think further, the ink shadow in front of her began to take a distinct form.

She couldnt clearly discern what it was, but she could vaguely see the creature open its big mouth and stir its arm vigorously down its throat.

After a series of gurgling sounds, the ink shadow extended a huge hand.

It pulled out three orbs of light from its stomach, which seemed like a beacon of hope in Hennies despair.

Little girl, the ink shadow began to speak, followed by a strange noise, Ummughsmack smack

You need power, right?

I

Hennie trembled slightly. She didnt know what was happening, nor did she mind how disgusting the scene before her was.

Come, this is the power you need.

Touch it, then its yours.

Hennie felt extremely uneasy, but every word from the ink shadow was filled with strong temptation.

As if possessed, she reached out her hand and touched the ball of light.

The ink shadows smile widened even more.

The next morning, Victor got off the carriage and stood at the entrance of the academy.

He was back.

Back to the academy after a long absence.

In fact, if it hadnt been for Lias early morning tantrum that drove him out of the house, Victor had planned to stay at home for the morning.

Should I send her back to the territory?

Victor thought, but then immediately dismissed the idea.

Even if he sent her back, Lia would surely shuttle back and forth between the Royal Capital and the territory due to business matters.

In the end, he wouldnt be able to avoid her nagging.

Victor entered the academy and felt a gaze sweep over him.

It was the principals spellNatural Sparrow.

During his third-order mage period, Victor couldnt feel this force of nature.

Upon advancing to the fourth order, he clearly caught the discordant flow of mana in the air.

Victor looked up at the sky, where countless Natural Sparrows darted through the academy.

The principals gaze covered the entire academy.

The gaze quickly left him, presumably after confirming his identity.

The Royal Family had issued a decree, declaring Duke Rivierre and Victor innocent.

Of course, only a handful of nobles knew about the sequence of events that unfolded from the near volcanic eruption.

So Victors return did not cause a stir in the academy.

Victor walked naturally on the road, oblivious to the surrounding gazes, completely immersed in thoughts about how to transition the upcoming classes.

He sat there until midday.

The sound of the flipping pages filled the quiet room.

Veega, who had been dozing off on the desk, suddenly knocked his head on the table, jolting awake.

What? Oh, she hasnt come

Midday was the time when Hennie most frequently visited the Mage Tower.

She would almost always bring a thick book with her, then cheerfully tell Victor about the lessons she had written that day.

Her visits would always wake Veega, who was trying to sleep.

So, waking up at this time had almost become a habit for Veega.

But this time, Hennie didnt come.

Veega glanced at Victor, who was absorbed in his book, not lifting his head, seemingly lost in his own world.

Veega suddenly remembered that the little girl probably didnt know Victor had returned to the academy.

Veega didnt care either. Feeling sleepy, he dozed off again.

Time always flies surprisingly fast when youre asleep.

In the afternoon, the suns faint glow angled in through the window, casting long shadows.

Veega, its time to go.

Hm? Where to?

The raven blinked in confusion as he was awakened, seeing Victor packing up his book in a daze.

Its time for class.

Oh, right.

Veega fluttered up to perch on Victors shoulder.

To be honest, he was looking forward to the afternoon.

What would the timid little girls reaction be when she saw Victor?

Would she startle like a frightened deer and flee?

Or would she shyly avoid his gaze?

Or perhaps she would excitedly crowd around Victor, jumping happily, exclaiming:

Professor Victor! Youre finally back!

Regardless of her reaction, it all seemed quite interesting to Veega.

The teleportation circle descended upon Victor.

In the blink of an eye, both man and bird disappeared from the Mage Tower.

When they reappeared, they were already in the corridor of the teaching building.

The corridor was empty, with the occasional sound of teaching from other classes echoing through the halls.

Victors steps rang out clear and sharp against the silence.

Tap tap tap

So, building on the base of this spell circle, we.

Suddenly, Victors steps halted.

He was staring ahead, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

There lay the location of the first class and, likewise, the voice of the professor teaching echoed from within.

Veega also stared straight ahead, its one eye fixed on the front, its voice void of emotion.

This really is a predicament

ThumpThumpThump

The sound of footsteps resumed, this time, however, they were somewhat heavier than before.

Finally, Victor reached the classroom door.

The sounds inside became even clearer.

At last, he pushed the door open.

Suddenly, the entire room fell silent.

Who dares to enter during class time without knocking

The voice came to an abrupt halt, sounding as sharp and unpleasant as a duck whose neck had been strangled.

Victor looked towards the source of the sound.

His gaze locked onto the person standing on the podium.

Looks like a pig

Veega muttered in his ear.

Victor didnt respond, perhaps he tacitly agreed.

His face was expressionless, his tone flat.

But it made people feel an indescribable anger in his voice.

Let me see, your name is, Devin

Devon Raser, right?