Chapter 46: The Letter
Haah.
The dean of Robern Academy released a profound sigh, his gaze fixed on the documents scattered across his desk.
These papers detailed a plan for a personal business trip, submitted by none other than Deus Verdi.
In their agreement, the dean had indeed conceded that personal business trips were permissible every quarter. Yet, he hadnt anticipated Deus capitalizing on this clause so soon.
Ugh.
Moreover, what made this even harder to decline was the destination Professor Deus had written down on the papers Grayford, the bustling capital of the Griffin Kingdom.
Not only was it a sprawling hub where countless citizens resided, but it was also home to the royal palace, the official residence of His Majesty.
The dean wasnt nave; he grasped the implications immediately.
Hes likely addressing his identity as a necromancer.
He toyed with the idea of vetoing the trip, but nagging doubts and a looming sense of uncertainty twisted his thoughts.
In presenting his trip proposal, Professor Deus had been clear. While evil spirits still lingered within the academy, they posed no danger for now. Moreover, he confidently asserted that if possible he would be back by the end of this quarter.
Ugh, my head.
Initially, the deans feelings towards Deus were understandably negative. Once the issue was resolved, he had even considered firing him immediately.
But now, he recognized Deus competence: While the dean was helpless due to the tricks of the evil spirits, Deus showed an exceptional ability to neatly wrap up the matter.
In the end, the academy hasnt been harmed yet.
Though a contract had been signed, it was yet to be presented to the royal family; Deus name wasnt even added to the faculty list. And given the current circumstances, such tasks were bound to be postponed even further.
In the future, even if the academy positioned itself as the aggrieved party, it seemed unlikely to encounter any objections.
It appears I have no choice but to acquiesce... at least momentarily.
Drawing out his official seal, he pressed it decisively onto Deus trip application.
The act brought a fleeting sense of relief.
Lets see what happens to the academy after he is gone.
Yeah, it wasnt because of the grave warning Deus had delivered alongside the application, but because the academy obviously needed someone of Deus caliber.
Alright then...
As he comforted himself, he felt a massive vibration in the surrounding mana, prompting the dean to bury his face in his hands with a resigned sigh.
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From down the hallway, Magistrates clad in gleaming golden armor approached. Each step they took sent the surrounding evil spirits scattering in sheer terror. After all, even if they were evil spirits now, they were once human beings. Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates
So, as Magistrates approached, radiating overwhelming intimidation, even the souls of the dead couldnt help but bow their heads.
[Sigh.]
Even the Dark Sage beside me grew tense, her posture rigid. After all, to a necromancer, Magistrates were an arch-nemesis.
Stay close to me.
Wary that the Dark Sage might be left behind, I warned her. In response, she took a step closer to me with a look of disbelief.
[Arent you scared? Cant you see the shimmering halo around them? Its the result of intense mana forming protective barriers.]
......
[It would likely take a direct hit from a ballista to even mar them.]
I didnt bother to answer.
From the game, I was well aware of the might of the Mage Magistrates.
They featured in just one battle, and even that was practically designed for the player to lose.
Soon enough, while I was still lost in thoughts, the Magistrates stood before me. The leading man, his voice grave and authoritative, inquired:
You are Deus Verdi, the younger brother of the Lord of North Whedon. Correct?
I am indeed Deus Verdi.
- Twitch.
The Mage Magistrate, who seemed as unyielding as a stone, exhibited a subtle eyebrow quiver. Perhaps my forthrightness was unexpected.
Ignoring his reaction, I put my wrists together and offered him.
Lets get this over with.
... You are being detained for violations of the kingdoms dark magic regulations.
Clearly perturbed, the Magistrate summoned mana-made cuffs. But as the other Magistrates stepped forward to apprehend me from either side
Deus!
A womans voice intertwined with hurried breath echoed from behind.
Glancing back, I saw Erica Bright, her visage etched with disbelief.
The dark sage who had entered my body earlier, came out, looking around.
[A prison for Dark mages. Definitely, not a place I ever wanted to visit.]
At first glance, this place might have seemed a bit dull and empty, but it wasnt entirely so.
While I silently watched the dark sage cautiously survey the surroundings, a voice shouting loyalty! echoed from outside, followed by heavy footsteps that reverberated throughout the prison.
The mere presence was so intimidating that it made my skin tingle. Even the dark sage was startled and hid behind me.
It seemed, Tyren Ol Velocus, the esteemed Head Magistrate commanding this elite force, had arrived.
Despite being a mage, his physique and demeanor were more akin to a warriors. The space around him swayed and shimmered on a different level compared to other Magistrates.
In the presence of such an overwhelming hostile atmosphere, where it felt almost impossible to breathe, my face remained expressionless, as if carved from stone.
Youre the one called Deus Verdi?
Yes.
Yes? Huh, I knew you were audacious, but youre crazier than I thought.
-Snap!
He grabbed the iron bars as if they were twigs. Soon after, black cracks began to creep up, and they shattered into dust.
A demonstration of violent mana manipulation.
It was a clear example of what would happen if someone was seized by that hand.
Do you even know where you are, to dare act impudently in front of me? Kneel down, lower your head, you vulgar, disgusting dark mage who smells of a rotting corpse.
His words were neither a suggestion nor a threat, but an outright command. Anyone else would have probably found themselves kneeling before they even realized.
Despite the weight of his words, which felt like an absolute truth, I faced him without any expression and replied:
Did you get my letter?
Kneel.
Ha.
Exhausted and stifled, I let out a sigh.
Tyren took a large step forward, looking down at me.
His eyes, which seemed to say he could kill me with just his fist, met mine, and he spat out words that followed a sigh.
Its not some back alley brawl, keep your fights to a reasonable level.
Ugh, so loud.
Did you come to talk or to bark?
You really have lost your mind.
Tyren pulled out a letter from his possession. It was the letter I sent via Illuania, confessing my deeds.
-Sizzle!
That too was consumed by black fissures, turning into ash and disappearing.
I was Intrigued, but youve crossed the line. By the discretion of the Head Magistrate, the dark mage Deus Verdi will be executed here and now.
Just as Tyren reached out his hand toward me, a commotion from outside made him furrow his brow.
Whats happening?
In response to his question, one of the Magistrates ran up frantically. But following him were two individuals that even the Magistrates couldnt easily stop.
Its been a while, Head Magistrate.
The first one was an old man with a striking long white beard, holding a staff that looked as ancient as a millennia-old tree.
The right hand of the king.
The Grand Magus, Rockfelican Linus.
Did you even clean this place? The musty smell and dust are quite displeasing.
Walking ahead of the Grand Magus and pointing out every flaw while covering his mouth with a sleeve was a young, handsome man. The one who sat on the Griffin throne.
The ruler of the vast kingdom. A monarch with noble yet fiery blood.
King Orpheus Luden Griffin.
Magistrate, would you mind stepping aside?
He pointed at me and gave a playful smile.
The Grand Magus and I have some questions for that one.
In his hand, he held a single letter.
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