Chapter 568 How About We All Make A Bet?

Chapter 568 How About We All Make A Bet?

Blazing flames spread like wildfire, but the members of the Asta Family within the residence all worked together to extinguish the flames.

Oscar walked out from the hellish scene with blood streaming down his left arm.

However, ignoring his injury, he looked very calm as if the injury he received wasn’t a big deal.

Samara, who was already a mile away from the residence, looked behind her with a frown.

The Samara who had met with Oscar wasn’t her real body, but merely her tail that she had cut off.

‘I guess I read him wrongly,’ Samara thought as she left hurriedly. ‘It seems that I made a mistake by coming here.’

What Samara didn’t know was that the Kingdom of Eastshire already knew that the Fomorians would be coming to the Shire Continent.

Because of this, they had made adequate preparations that would allow them to identify these invaders whose main purpose was to cause chaos within their Domain.

The Asta Family was one of the Ancient Wizard Families who had participated in the war against the Fomorians.

While it was true that Oscar hated Ethan, he knew that the Fomorians were a greater threat to his family than the teenage boy who had been keeping a low profile in Brynhildr Academy.

“Send a message to the King as well as to the Nobles on our Faction,” Oscar ordered as he waved his sword, instantly extinguishing the flames behind him. “Tell him that the Fomorians have finally revealed themselves.” Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

“Yes, Patriarch!” The Butler of the residence bowed his head respectfully as he headed to the Aviary to dispatch dozens of ravens that would spread the news of Oscar’s encounter with a Fomorian.

In just a span of a few hours, more Ravens flew in the skies of Eastshire, spreading the news to every corner of the realm.

Even the Magistratus received the news. Gaeneron was forced to drop whatever he was doing and he dispatched the Magistratus to patrol their respective areas of responsibility.

All of them were equipped with artifacts that could detect a Fomorian's presence as long as they were nearby. They hoped that using a carpet search across Eastshire would help them track the woman whom Oscar had fought against.

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Meanwhile, in Brynhildr Academy...

“They’re finally here,” Professor Rinehart sighed after reading the letter that had arrived at his office during the middle of the night. “Barret, don’t go anywhere for the next few days. I need you here in the academy.”

“How about we all make a bet?” Lyle proposed. “Let’s see who among our Champions will perform well in the upcoming conflict.”

“There you go again,” Fortis Dud rolled his eyes at the peppy brat who was addicted to gambling.

“What’s wrong?” Lyle smirked. “Are you afraid that my Champions will surpass your precious Ethan? Are you scared? Bok! Bok! Bok! Bok bok!”

Lyle moved his arms imitating a chicken, making all the Wills of the Founders sigh at the same time.

“You’re really confident that you’re going to win, huh?” Magni Jaeger curled up his lips into a smirk. “Well, I don’t mind joining this bet. But, what will be the wager?”

“What else?” Lyle placed his hands on his waist before raising his chin. “Brynhildr, of course!”

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The four other Founders of the Academy were very tempted to beat the crap out of the little boy who proposed that the Guardian Deity of their academy be used as a prize for the winner of their betting game.

Of course, none of them agreed to it. Brynhildr was an integral part of the academy.

This was also why they had named it Brynhildr Academy in the first place, because that was the name of its Guardian.

“For the time being, we should also prepare to activate the other defensive formations of the academy,” Svend Terra said with the intention of ignoring Lyle, who was currently being pinned down by Fortis Dud and Magni Jaeger.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Agmundr Schwartz nodded. “But I have a feeling that the Fomorian that was recently sighted is only part of a scouting party. Their main force is still in Midgard.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Fortis Dud stated. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

All the Founders knew what was at stake, so they didn’t hesitate to activate the ancient formations that were in the foundation of the academy.

With just a thought from them, the place which served as an educational institution would instantly turn into a fortress, capable of withstanding a siege even from the strongest warriors of the Fomorian Race.