Chapter 287 [Event] [The Fallen Prophetess] [13] Helping Sephira Teraquin

Chapter 287 [Event] [The Fallen Prophetess] [13] Helping Sephira Teraquin

"This isn't surprising coming from her..." I mumbled to myself as I parted ways with Celeste. It was no shock that she couldn't sit idly by while I appeared to be 'bullied' by Jiren again. That's just not in her nature to ignore such things.

Recalling what Jiren had mentioned, it seemed that Sephira and John were targeted. Sephira aside, John appeared to be a thorn in the side of the Alvara, Lykhor, and Adrian group. He stood alone without aligning with any party, defying their expectations and disregarding their social hierarchy, despite being a Half.

I had intended to deal with the Teraquin group at a later time, but it seemed they were pushing me to end my charade of being bullied sooner than I anticipated. It was somewhat regrettable, as it was entertaining to witness the naive reactions of my classmates.

As I stood there, I heard noises and quickly hid behind a corner. In the corridor ahead, Sephira was facing off against a group of five individuals. They had her pinned down, apparently following Lykhor's orders to make Sephira give up on the exam.

Watching from a distance, Sephira had a pained expression, yet she refrained from shedding any tears. She wore a weary look on her face, trying her utmost to stifle any groans of pain.

I crossed my arms and waited for another ten minutes until the group finished tormenting Sephira and left her in a pitiful state before vacating the area. Slowly, I made my way over to her.

Her head was bowed, her bangs shielding her face.

"Sephira," I called out.

Sephira flinched slightly before lifting her gaze. Her eyes were slightly swollen from the ordeal.

Each time I looked at her, it reminded me of Kleah—her face when she recounted her childhood in Sancta Vedelia, the bullying she and her sister endured at the hands of the Teraquin's main branch. nove(l)bi(n.)com

"A-Ah... Amael, I just tripped-"

"It's fine," I interrupted, reaching out to take her hand and assist her in standing.

Sephira grunted, accepting my help, though she was bleeding from her cheeks.

I stared at her battered form for a long moment, making her uncomfortable and perhaps even ashamed of her condition.

"I will take care of them," I said simply.

"Um?" Sephira looked puzzled.

A 6-Star Mana Beast, or perhaps 7-Star?

-Burgh!

"...!" I swiftly swung my sword, cutting down the greenish-purple liquid the frog spat, but some substance managed to adhere to my arms and face.

"Poison..." I groaned slightly, feeling the burning sensation spread throughout my body.

With no time to rest, the frog crouched its legs and lunged toward me with surprising speed.

I leaped to the left and drew a mana circle. "Anathemas Fire." Purple flames erupted, and I swung my fist. "Burning Claws of Vysindra."

-GRAAAH!

The frog emitted a pained grunt, making me wince at the sheer volume. Nevertheless, I snorted and stomped the ground, rushing toward the frog. "Anathemas Fire."

The frog, upon witnessing the reappearance of the purple fire, flinched. Reacting quickly, it spat out another stream of poison. Halting my charge, I leaped high into the air, dodging the poisonous onslaught. In mid-air, I thrust my sword downward in a stabbing motion. "Burning Horns of Vysindra."

-BOOOOM!

The very air quivered as the intense flames scorched it, racing toward the frog and boring into its stomach. Poisoned blood sprayed out, some of it landing on my face and reddening my skin. However, the Anathemas Fire within me swiftly eradicated the effects of the frog's poison.

"It seems like an unfortunate match for you. Anathemas Fire," I remarked, summoning a larger mana circle.

If the frog had a visage, it would likely have turned pale at the sight of the considerable mana gathering before me.

In a last desperate attempt, it spewed out a jet of poison, but it proved futile.

I extended my hand. "Burning Breath of Vysindra."

A torrent of purplish fire engulfed the entire area, reducing the frog to crisps within seconds and creating a deep crater in the ground. The lake's water, finding a new course, flowed into the fresh depression, only to evaporate into smoke as soon as it touched the scorched ground.

I smirked slightly and directed my gaze upward, addressing whoever might be the overseeing teacher or staff. "I pass, right?."