Chapter 123 Arrival Of The Towers(1)



Early in the morning, a hushed sense of anticipation hung in the crisp air in front of the towering gates of the Freljord Academy. Unlike their usual closed demeanor, the academy gates now stood wide open, symbolizing the exceptional occasion that was unfolding. Before those formidable gates, the academy's esteemed faculty members had congregated, forming a diverse assembly of academic minds.

Among the figures assembled, the sharp profile of Professor Iris was unmistakable. She had taken charge of the academy's affairs in the absence of the principal, Jishuka Von Cyprus. Professor Llyod, bearing the marks of his recent recovery from injuries, stood tall in conversation with Professor Isabella. The scene was further enlivened by the presence of numerous servants and staff, all engaged in animated discussions and eager whispers.

As the sun began its ascent, casting a gentle golden hue across the surroundings, the faculty members maintained their positions, casting occasional glances towards the entrance road. Their purpose was clear: they awaited the imminent arrival of distinguished guests, sparking a blend of excitement and curiosity.

Amidst this backdrop of anticipation, Professor Keating struck up a conversation with Professor Llyod. His voice carried a mixture of intrigue and concern as he mused aloud, "It's quite remarkable that the towers have taken an interest in our first-year students this time. I can't help but wonder if these young minds can hold their ground against those formidable challenges."

Professor Llyod's response was a reassuring smile coupled with an observation of his own. "True, the first years might lack the seasoned experience, but their talent is nothing short of monstrous."

The towers, usually reserved for interactions with fourth-year students seeking real-world exposure, had deviated from tradition. This year, they extended their focus to encompass the fledgling talents of the first-year cohort. This departure from the norm, though unprecedented in the academy's history, was also a source of mild anxiety for the professors.

Experience is often considered more valuable than talent. However, when someone possesses ample talent to conquer those challenges, that's when they're deemed as having a monstrous ability.

Take Zephyr, for instance. He didn't require firsthand experience to learn; a single observation was enough for him to grasp things quickly. In the present year, there were several individuals with such remarkable capabilities, capable of defying the odds. Lately, one name stood out as particularly renowned: 'Eren Pendragon.'

All the professors shared the same thought.

In the midst of their discussions, a voice suddenly broke through the chatter.

"The Tower of Diligence's representative is here!" The declaration sliced through the hum of conversations among the gathered faculty members. All heads swiveled toward the entrance as a splendid white carriage came into view, pulled by a pair of striking stallions. Emerging from within was a figure whose physical prowess was impossible to ignore. Muscles rippled beneath keen, watchful eyes, instantly seizing the attention of those in attendance.

"Oh, look who's here, if it isn't the 'Diligent Fool'?" The words were dripping with provocation as the blonde woman emerged from the carriage, her gaze fixed upon a rugged man with fiery red hair.

His retort was sharp and unapologetic, "Huh? What did you say, you goddamn nun?"

The verbal volley escalated as the woman shot back, "Nun? You are itching for a beating, huh?"

"I'm not afraid of frail women. One punch and you'd be three meters under the ground."

Laughter laced with malice followed, "Haha...you need a punch? I can burn you to a crisp with a flick of my wand."

Undeterred, the man's retort cut through, "Is it? I only need a finger to bury you."

The verbal clash continued in a crescendo, both figures locked in a battle of words as if their intent was to physically annihilate each other.

The standoff only concluded when Aurnox, the vice master of the Justice Tower, intervened. "Now, now... please maintain a modicum of decorum. We don't want the juniors to perceive the magic world as a den of mad dogs, do we?"

The rebuke's weight hung in the air, compelling both the man and the woman to silence. It was a testament to hierarchy's authority. In the magic world, hierarchy held absolute sway. Aurnox, holding the position of vice master, commanded deference. Meanwhile, the bickering duo were executives representing their respective towers and, by virtue of their roles, were obligated to display humility in Aurnox's presence.

The scene caught Professor Keating off-guard, his expression morphing into a mask of astonishment. On the other hand, Professor Llyod's response was a knowing smile, as he too was a part of the magic world's intricate hierarchy.

With a gracious demeanor, Professor Iris extended her welcome to all of them and ushered them into the academy. The faculty, in their role as hosts, led the tower representatives towards the auditorium. This expansive hall would soon transform into a stage where the students would be entrusted with their missions.

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