Phize and Harris heard the strike and turned around. Phize questioned, "When did…" Both of them charged after Spellmaster. Spellmaster himself was reviving back. Trif dropped his sword, went to Lili, and princess carried her. "Wh-Wha?!" she yelped. Her tail went stiff. "We have to get you some place safe," he said. Then suddenly he felt weak. The effects of the spell wore off and he started breathing uneasily. "You don't need to," Lili told him. Trif slowly dropped her to the ground. "I-I'm sorry," Trif apologized as he dropped her again. He chanted, "Painless." "I feel weaker by the second. I need to make this quick. Thankfully, with Magilation I was able to stand up and even fight; else I would've been long dead with blood loss, internal bleeding, and with whatever medical complication I got," he surmised. "Teleportation," Spellmaster chanted. Zap. He teleported behind him and touched Trif. Phize cast a spell, "Weaken!" His magic radius connected with Spellmaster's.

Ortho arrived by the school entrance and the guards let him in."Wh-What happened to me back there? Why did I suddenly faint?" he pondered."I feel like I had a dream."He tapped his forehead as he walked by the hallways."What? Why can't I remember it? Although with all that, one word can't seem to escape my head," he figured."Magic Network.""What is that?" he wondered.He shook his head and slapped his cheeks."No good! I have to keep myself in tip-top shape! But… I don't feel like going home today."…...He went to the Principal's Office and opened the door. From there, Eauvis greeted him with a wave. However, he experienced another headache and trembled down to the floor. Eauvis rushed to his aid."Easy there, easy there," he said to comfort him.He grabbed a glass of medicine pills and took one. He gave it to him."Here, gulp one."Ortho was about to reach for it until the pain grew worse and he fell unconscious once more."ORTHO?!" Eauvis panicked.Ortho tried his best to co

"We had a normal school day, just a normal discussion, and the teacher was relaying magic terms and theories. It was then that the Demon Lord's army appeared," Spellmaster recalled.Ortho and his classmates were in class. Right outside, a few blocks away, the Demon Lord's army marched having just defeated the soldiers which prevented unregistered entry.One of the leading generals held a flag with the symbol of a red devil with horns and waved them.Grendall received a message directly from the Universal Magic and Mages Research Facility. It was relayed to his mind."The Demon Lord's army passed through the border! Prepare for an ambush!"He was in the Principal's Office along with Eauvis. He went to the windows and took a glance and there, he saw the approaching horde. It composed of a mix of monsters, humans, and demihumans.Eauvis was busy dealing with the papers that he had not managed due to teaching and taking care of Ortho."Um, sir… we need to abort the students," Grendall adv

"Are you hearing yourself, boy? Do you wish to get caught in the peril of the ongoing war?" "I know what I said, and I wish to see its horrors." "Ah… let's talk later." They arrived at the demolished school. They could smell the lingering scent of blood partnered with the scent of dust and cement. The school was destroyed and was liable to collapse at any second. The bundle of corpses at the entrance and as well as the top floors did not help their case. A couple of students bawled their eyes out, some stared emptily at the red-stained floor, and some remained tough and talked to their friends who survived. "What a mess," Eauvis commented. He glanced at Ortho. "Can you stand?" he questioned. "Yes, I can," Ortho answered. Grendall deviated from the crowd and ran to the principal. "SIR!" "Grendall," Eauvis said calmly. "Sir, what do we do from here? The school is nothing but in pieces and how do we answer for the parents?" "…We tell them the truth. The Demon Lord Army got pas

The Demon Lord was at his throne sitting still eagerly waiting for his next meal. He wore a black dragon-scaled shirt, it was thick, and his pants were wrapped in something of similar material. His throne was decorated with a silky crimson red touch with white fur at the edges. He was surrounded by three adult women, with black, brown, and blond hair, all wearing a thin sheet of cloth that covered their skin but emphasized their cleavage. Grrrr... His stomach grumbled loudly. "Where are my servants?" he asked impatiently. "They're coming sire," one of his generals answered who stood right beside him. He wore a thick piece of iron armor and held a big red sword. "Go fetch them, Gilleut," the Demon Lord ordered. "Understood, my lord," Gilleut answered. He went down the stairs and when he reached the first floor he saw the chefs, including Eauvis, carrying a large hot cauldron of steaming stew. The troops were enticed by the entrancing smell of good food. "All of you are late, ge