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Early in the morning, when we finally reached the Academy 's entrance, several other breathtaking wooden beast-drawn carriages were waiting outside to come to visit the maze-like city structure of the Academy. So even if it encompasses a vast flat landscape near the coast, several more trees are present, indicating that it has the right number of beasts that could also be ideal for potential great outdoor hunting. So it not only shows that many people who are here could therefore live but also the apprentices and their servants.
While we are still waiting for our turn to be searched, Professor Strauss showed me another parchment of the academy's map. Upon checking it, the academy's structure looks like a huge box surrounded by a water canal with three small boxes inside. There are four gates in each direction on the first wall, through which every traveller must pass. It does seem to have control points in each of these gates, where each transport is carefully assessed by means of a certain wizard's mystical item called "crystal balls".
It is situated in the southwest region of the Kingdom of Darathos, by the sea, such that the inhabitants of the Fortress of Lunaria can have convenient access from their trip. As we followed after our carriages were checked extensively. Professor Strauss has shown a thin steel bar that he says is an evidence that he lives in this place. It is granted not only to teachers and students, but also to merchants and guardsmen entering and leaving the Academy for proof of citizenship.
He also mentioned that the sons of the lords were the ones supposed to take the position vacancies in the castles. Exceptions might have been made, but in fact, it was a question of who the mates of your father and mother were. Mages are different, though. They are selected as long as you have magical power. So, anyone can join.
"Fear not. You'll get your badge soon, child. As you can see, as heavy as it is, this is to ensure the safety of the people living inside."
The carriages are positioned in an extremely ordered manner within the next stone wall. In this wide area individuals who mounted their carriages will leave them for further assessment and walk from the first ground to the next where trade stalls and recreation facilities are situated. It's a half hour walk to the next ground, where I need to register for a building where freshmen need to sign up.
Behind the third wall, there are small meadows and pubs built especially for students, where students stay and sleeping quarters are situated. We have hurriedly gone to the next establishment for that reason, and Professor Strauss seems hell bent to find a way to put me to an assessment tomorrow. Even though I'm a little excited about what I saw, I kept walking before we got to the building.
Knights-to-be student dorms are situated in the eastern section of the ground, while mage apprentices are situated in the western sector. Ages ago, students were also in the northern and southern regions, however due to the decline in student numbers related to the conflict, they are not being used and maintained for future generations of students.
The deepest portion of the Academy's heavily fortified stone walls, which is also in the fourth ground, is the massive and ancient castle where the teachers reside, with the exception of the Headmaster who stays as the Royal Archmage in the Royal Castle. Professor Strauss has confirmed that he never attends the academy if there is no case at the moment or special need to regularly attend.
I let my sight marvel at the tranquility of the walls surrounding this academy, and I began to ask, "Do I truly belong here?"
As soon as we reached the inside of the building, there were only five people in the Mage apprenticeship Department, while there were 15 in the Knights Freshmen section. They might be here to register as well. Professor who left me a while ago said that I need to fill in some of the details that the interviewer requires, so I should be ready for the assessment next morning. Thanks to Sir Lyol's showing me how to write and read my name, I 'm sure I'm able to put it down.
"Local residents who would like to sign as a wizard, yeah!"
"It's a total heck of a kingdom called to hire little fries! Really unbelievably awful creatures!"
Overlapping conversation is overheard by the Knights Apprentices as they convey their frustration with peasants like me in the registration of this academy whilst waiting for my turn. The first two people I wait in line with look at with their eyebrows furrowed while the receptionist encourages them not to fight inside the hallway. But…
Despite this modesty, the young boy with orange hair laughed and turned his head and responded to them. He has a pleasant demeanour, and he wears a brown silk coat with dark green fur on the bottom that touches his knees with a white tunic and a golden neckline that indicates he's noble.
"Arrogant lower aristocrats like you should just stop showing your ignorance. We all know that you're only here because you're not going to inherit the sphere of influence of your family."
... and the chestnut colored hair boy continued,
"Learn as best as you can, boys! You're not going anywhere, you know!"
He also bears the same vest of dark green fur on the edge of his brown silk coat. However, his behavior is the exact opposite of being a nobleman. He's got this feeling that appears to be easy to deal with.
After the atrocious actions and the other group's hysterical laughter, they avoided intimidating our team and we started to agree to terms. We've finished our registration in no time, but we've been told to sit in the lobby next to the attendant's room until we've been briefed with our next assignments in the assessments.
Plenty of students are here in the room whose already completed the registration. Although the only two girls from our group are shy and are not conversing well, I remained silent but the two initiated the talk with us commoners.
"I am Pomell Von Grandine of the Great Lake Territory from the North. Rowan and I are also noble. I therefore apologize for what they have done.."
"Hey! Hey! Alright, I'm Rowan Veer Tybalt. Just call me, Roe. I really can't bear those kinds of people. They are indeed the brats of this realm.."
... and I am correct.
These two people are not the same as the other nobles who exude their names. I say, our former lord flaunts, but that's understandable to the morality of the citizens. Anyway, I don't even understand too much about the aristocrats. Yeah, who am I going to judge that, right?
"I... I am Theanisia. My sister here is Gloriana. We are twins. Uhhh, you can call me Thea. We are from this town."
"I am Gloriana, my lords, just call me whatever you want."
“Please.” the boy with orange hair gestured to stop the formalities.
Even though they have bent gently, I can still sense their anxiety towards them. These two girls are wearing long brown dresses that don't go well with their facial features. I say, they 're both simply gorgeous. Thea, whose dress is longer than Gloriana, has reddish brown hair, while the latter has fiery red hair. Also, I suppose that since they were wearing the same vest shades, Pomell and Roe were named ordinary people.
The four of them are now gawking at me. I guess it's my turn for the introduction, huh.
"I am Lemu---"
"I 'm sorry for the behaviour of my groups' earlier. I hope we'll get to know each other better."
"...rr"
A beautiful young girl wearing a stiff-faced expression clad in tough leather inside a chain mail very much like Sir Lyol's. After bowing, she immediately turned her back, placed her hands on her chest and scampered back to her group of freshmen knights.
Roe, who saw my surprised reaction laughed and grabbed my neck.
"So, you're a bad boy, eh!" then he laughed vigorously.
After clearing his throat. He said, "Ahem. Roe, let him finish his introduction!"
"Yeah! Apologies. Go on, buddy!"
"I am Lemure. You can call me Twig. I am from the Southeastern part of Wilderfort near The Forest of Krane."
I, instead, lowered my head slightly as a show of respect for them. Roe, who's suppressing his chuckle, let out a big laugh that made the other groups glare at us with disgust.
"Pfft, are you really letting anyone name you Twig? That's rude, you know!"
I scratched my head and said, "Oh , yeah. people insist on calling me because it matches the definition of my gangly body back then."
"HA HA HA HA. I think we're going to be friends, Twig. Just don't forget to call me Roe only. Aye?"
He stuck out his hand and made a handshake with me. I hesitated because it's the act of both an individual of the same status, so you're only able to do it if you really committed to something substantive. He glared at me as he took my hand and squeezed it.
After three men entered the room, we stopped talking. They are grown men with black hair and a large chest, wearing a full metal plate suit. They 're frighteningly tall, and they've announced something we never anticipated.
"I am pleased to see the young Knights and Wizards taking part in this new era! We are the three magic Knights who are going to carry out this assessment! I have heard that there is someone out here who can take us by himself. I hope you younger folks will do your best and fight with all your strength! Now, follow me to the Castle Grounds!"
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†††Everyone was exalted and thrilled when the magic knights announced that we're going to do the mock battles this very afternoon. We were instructed to follow them to the Castle Grounds in the middle of a city-like structure. In reality, this area is the widest of it all because it's where the enormous castle is positioned, and it has two massive stone steps that overtake you once you reach the fourth wall.
†††"She's a wand-bearer, and she's expected to do a lot of this kind.""Teleportati
†††Everyone from her party cried out as if they had already won a fight. There was a warm cheer from the Knights freshman since she was simply part of their division. When she finally got to the battle point, she lowered her head slightly and then prepared her long, sturdy-looking swords with a purple jewel at the bottom of her handle. Pomell said that these colours represent how intense the concentration of mana inside the gemstones.The only known magic stones in t
†††After the full set of armoured steel melted and covered her entire body, the massive tree monster began to move towards Cedany and swallowed her inside. Interestingly, the giant monster also seemed to be amalgamating with steel and slowly and gradually shrinking, as if giving it the same set of armour, but differently."Ha! I will definitely ask her what she calls that kind of spell!" Roe spoke enthusiastically.
†††While the cheers went a lot wilder than the time she ascended the platform. Everyone on the Mage Division team did not mind the loud clapping and cheering from the viewing audience when Thea suddenly and without warning placed her hand next to Cedany's body when she aptly called for her spell and yelled, "Mystical healing!""It's really great to have someone from the gemstone class to cast healing magic!" she said."Yeah! You should've seen her watching so worried sick about you!" Roe replied teasing Thea.Thea did not respond to his teasing, but Arabella eventually came up to us, removed her protruding silly hat, placed her hands on her hips, and officially started to grimace furiously towards Cedany."You are a fool, really. Changing your magic wand with that big sword? How could you possibly—?"Bella!—"Arabella turned her head and lifted her right hand to Pomell, who was attempting to stop her."I'm not done with—! Ugh. No matter how desperately you try to pretend to be a magic
†††"Does that mean that we're limited to just one element and if we're lucky enough, we can get two? Is that correct?" I asked apprehensively.
†††"Sixth Sense. Weapon Enhancement: Wind boost!"
†††"Holy Gods!"Latest Chapter Despite the nobles' seeming unjustified trepidation of the upcoming clash between the King and the audacious young man who rattled the throne room, people gathered in the most expansive royal courtyard ever.Although Archmage Varthos and General Damascus arrived in front of the King at the same point in time, they took turns greeting him. The elderly Archmage swiftly declared his purpose as they bowed slightly to show respect before proceeding to the small tent."Your Majesty," he whispered discreetly. "The offenders are on their way." The elderly appear to be delighted with what must be done with these pathetic people."Hmm. You appear to be pleased." The King flashed a smile. "Excellent." Looking intently at the young man holding a wooden staff. Thinking about how he kept 'Master, please utilize the spells I prepared for you,' Sprigg said, the last time he spoke to him telepathically. In conclusion, she has already considered this and is bracing herself for a confrontation with His Majesty, the King of Ardun. While he is probably still trying to recover from the breathtaking landscape of such an enchanting corridor covered with enormous paintings of people, he has been placed in a situation where he no longer has to retreat for his current life. This is a truly horrible fate, he thought. Why does he constantly wind up in this type of peril, he wondered. He gets to view the magnificent settings brought about by the miracles of magic, but a ridiculous manner of setting it off is eschewed. “Please tread cautiously, Archmage,” Eschel cautioned, astounded. Even though he is still bowing in the rear, Le “Be thankful that this cultured one will demonstrate his strength to your helpless mortal. Wouldn't you agree that this new generation can provide so much from the ground up?” Declared the expanding shadow hovering just above the King's head as he gazed down at the lovely lady in a brown cloak. “All right, let's get started.” It paused and continued, nastily grinning, "King, take them all and have fun." “Coven of miasma,” the King stated quietly. A massive flood of black, tainted fog then attempted to envelop the whole throne hall. As it waded through every nook and corner, it liberated itself. From the perspective of a master, this is a daring and intelligent action. However, it was halted by an unknown force at the huge wooden door where the lovely lady and the young man were. It ceased dispersing as if it had chosen at random not to follow its conjurer. †††It took a moment for everyone to shift their gazes from the aristocracy that had gathered only a breath away from the King's pedestal. These nobility fidgeted once more after the man behind Lemure's back in a long brown robe handed the present as an offering to the Knight near the General.This demonstrates that they may have liked the way in which he is behaving.Gifts are important and relevant for aristocracy, but they are not something to be praised for. Fortunately, this particular King did not consider gifting nobles to be necessary. Their attention was drawn mostly to the young man dressed modestly and the lady who was clearly not his lady in waiting.The old man with the hideous scar †††If it is correct and accurate, seeking the right answer to all of my questions is guiding me from one destination to another. And, for that matter, I need to reconsider how I can devote my life to anything appropriate for this personal quest. Having said that, I'd really like to get rid of my doubts and believe everything they said.“...You are greater than the battle raging in our mind. Please be our guide.”It was the last thing I heard from Professor Strauss before a man in a brown shabby robe approached us and stood next to the doorway, bowing. I'm not sure what Professor meant by being a guide, but I know it has something to do with their task, and I'm right in the middle of it.“Pl ††† ‘What might have happened in his life in the wilderness that made him very much like this?' wondered the professor. Alas, he remembered reading a rhetorical study determining the unpredictable difficulty of any magical caster that holds such an enormous amount of power can also be explained by their emotions fueling their earnest magic; just like how they should be treated with caution and why must never be trifled with. Emotions are dangerous indeed, he thought at that time. “Aumier..” That, however, is not what is happening. Lemure, who has been sitting inside the carriage, has been experiencing numerous strong feelings and is unsure how to begin a dialogu ††† The Professor shared several stories, one after the other, and they all finished the same way. It was quite meaningless without the young man on the tier of Archmage who piqued his curiosity. This is only because the young man doesn't even want to ask questions about the story, and it is very awkward for him to go along with it. However one thing is certain: every now and then, he casts a look at Eschel, the young wizard the Professor claims to be his nephew as he tells his lived experiences. Nevertheless, Lemure who took precautions seems to be no longer on guard. “That’s after the fall of the Kingdom of Arcania, right?” The young wizard spoke enthusiastically to corroborate the story he had been giving attention to from the Professor ever since. He absolutely adored the deliberate manner in which this story was told. For a man to overcome his flaws and live through the ashes beneath his feet. ††† The room was filled up with hardship. Yes, for the lack of words, it is how I can describe it. Hardship is the one thing a person can only describe in front of such a crisis. Doubtful looks and cautious answers. Those were the behaviour on display. To be detailed yet not intruding; in other words, to be cautious in everything you say. Even for a while, Eschel, the young wizard, went through to inquire, peeping at the right moment to proceed. “Wasn't it something like that from the beginning?” “It was indeed like that.” “I have read that from the archives before and I can’t imagine how it was too much for a Kingdom to lose their face rather than lose the subjects. How can that be possible? In a face of danger, one shoul †††"This has been lost a long time ago."I was thinking that if this were to strengthen my ties with them, then I'm not completely convinced and pleased that they're using my family to do something like this. His name, however, was not just a coincidence. Sure, there may be someone who could perhaps come up with names close to what we can use, but it's also a shame to continue to deny."Yes, perhaps that's true, but the day you disappeared. A majority of residents were gathered to participate in the rescue mission to take the time to look for two silly young boys who had been missing in the wilderness, but the only thing they had retrieved was the blade. Shortly afterward, seeing as the former Lord of Wilderfort had wasted a lot of time and resources, he eventually concluded that you both are alChapter 55. The Death Legion
Chapter 54. To the courtyard
Chapter 53. Acosta and His Majesty
Chapter 52. Encounters II
Chapter 51. Encounters
Chapter 50. The revered one
Chapter 49. The Empire
Chapter 48. Kingdom of Arcania
Chapter 47. Journey to another Kingdom III