Woof… woof…Suddenly, Lucky barked, his tail curled on his back, wagging slightly. From the void behind Franz, eight figures appeared. Each of them wore an animal-shaped mask. These were the Reapers."Young Master."All the Reapers removed their masks and respectfully saluted him. To them, Franz was not only their benefactor but also the only family they had left in the world. Franz, in turn, treated them like brothers, though he was strict during training. Outside of training, however, the atmosphere was harmonious. Franz had once considered swearing brotherhood with them, but Salah had tactfully refused, as they all preferred to serve Franz as a sharp sword. Thus, they unanimously addressed him as Young Master."Has the mission been completed?" Franz asked with a smile. Salah stepped forward to report."Everything is done. There were no survivors.""Well done. Gillam, tomorrow, you, Rhuk, and Rose will head to Aden City
The small forest had lost its usual tranquility. Instead, it was now filled with the chaotic sounds of battle, screams, and cries of agony reverberating incessantly. Birds scattered from their nests, fleeing the fierce battlefield. As Natasha had mentioned, more than a dozen guards were now encircling a horse carriage in a clearing within the forest. Inside was a beautiful young girl with blue hair, dressed in a light blue mage robe, continuously chanting supportive spells for the guards. However, the situation looked grim. More than ten guards had already fallen, lying motionless on the ground.The bandits seemed in no hurry. Relying on their overwhelming numbers, they formed a circular formation around the carriage, continuously maneuvering to exhaust the guards. Archers had taken positions on high points in the forest, shooting arrows to suppress the young mage, forcing the guards to not only fend off the swordsmen but also protect her from getting hit by arrows.&l
The bandits rushed forward, but in the eyes of the four guards, a fierce determination blazed, showing their resolve to fight to the death. In their hearts, there was only one thought: to protect the young lady. Even with arrows piercing their bodies like porcupine quills, they continued fighting. When their swords broke, they used their teeth to tear at the enemies’ throats. A tragic and heroic scene unfolded before their eyes, with red blood vessels visible in their gazes intensifying. Only a minute—just one more minute—yet for Elena, it felt like an eternity. Tears streamed down her face, but her mouth did not stop chanting. Her ears seemed numb, and the gathering magic made her chest tighten. Something sweet and metallic rose up her throat, but she persisted and endured. When the final incantation was complete, Elena softly shouted:"Ice Cloud Heaven's Rain!"Boom! Dark gray clouds gathered in the sky. Terror filled the bandits’ eyes, while
Franz felt confused, his heart stirring like waves crashing against the shore, unable to calm down. He gently placed Elena down on the grassy ground and looked at her like an angel—a holy beauty that made his heart pound uncontrollably.After a quick inspection, Franz realized that Elena had suffered serious internal injuries. What are mages most afraid of? It’s the backlash from magic. It not only shatters all their meridians and destroys their magic, but it could also take their life. At the very least, it would leave them gravely wounded and unable to recover for half a year. Fortunately, Elena was only an Advanced Mage, and the spell she cast wasn’t too high-level, so the backlash merely affected her organs slightly, though her meridians were still damaged.Without thinking, Franz took out a bottle of intermediate healing potion. Shamelessly, he thought: “She’s unconscious now, her mouth won’t open… should I use my mouth to…”“W-water… water…”Suddenly, Elena murmured faintly, her
“Hurry up, anyone who dares to stop, I’ll chop off his damn leg!”Kenneth was extremely anxious. Just moments ago, a heavily injured bandit from the vanguard team had rushed back, reporting that the entire vanguard force had been completely wiped out. This made Kenneth panic and hastily set off in pursuit. Before leaving, the leader had ordered him to bring back Lady Elena at all costs. In Kenneth’s mind, dealing with the Vladislavovna family’s guards would only require a few dozen bandits. Unexpectedly, a troublesome meddler had appeared along the way. Furious, Kenneth killed the injured bandit with a single punch and continued his pursuit. If Elena managed to reach the Royal Academy, even with ten lives, he wouldn’t dare to make a move. After all, the headmaster of the Royal Academy was Saint Magus Donald, a figure said to be the closest to the threshold of the Magus God in the Ala Empire. Even the nobles of the royal family would not dar
After a long journey, Franz finally arrived at the Royal Magic Academy. This wasn’t merely a school—it was more like a fortress. The walls towered over twenty meters high, built of gray stone, and the southern wall stretched over two miles. Every hundred meters, there was a watchtower, and soldiers in orange armor patrolled constantly. The main gate spanned over ten meters, flanked by two side gates, each five meters wide; typically, only the side gates were open. Inside the walls, the bustling commerce served mostly the academy’s students. The area was essentially a city in itself, complete with residential areas, inns, and taverns. But at its center was a grand architectural structure: the heart of the Royal Academy and the main place for student learning. Franz looked at the grand, ancient fortress with awe.“You’ve never been to the academy before?” asked Elena as she stepped out of the carriage. After nearly a day together, they felt surprisingly close. To her, Franz was intrigui
Leona had arranged for everyone to stay together in a small courtyard within the city. Over the past three days, the three girls had gone shopping so much that Franz and Alex were close to collapsing from exhaustion. It felt as if they had explored every corner of the city, yet somehow, the girls seemed completely unfazed. Franz now understood what it was like to go shopping with women—painful yet oddly joyful. Over these past few days, he had felt genuinely happy; seeing Elena every day and watching her smile was enough to satisfy him. Elena, too, seemed different. Whatever Leona had said to her must have worked, as she would blush every time she caught him looking at her."Alex, what exactly is your profession?" Franz asked, passing him a bottle of wine. Late at night, the two young men liked to sit on the roof and chat like this. Alex took a sip and replied."I'm just a Guardian Knight.""I mean, before that. Before you swore to be a Guardian Knight. You said you were a knight, but
"Lady, don't be so stubborn. Soon enough, you'll be begging to kneel and serve me. Ha ha."In Elena's room, four men stood laughing at her. She was tied up on the bed, her mouth gagged with fabric, allowing only muffled, humiliated sounds to escape. She had no idea what was happening; all she knew was that these four men had suddenly burst into her room, tied her up, and forced her to swallow some sort of drug that made her feel extremely uncomfortable."Are you sure of her identity?" the leader in black asked. His subordinate quickly ingratiated himself."Yes, young master. She is Elena Vladislavovna, the daughter of a minor noble in Bayer and one of the belles of the Royal Academy.""Good. Once this is done, you'll be rewarded," the leader praised, causing his subordinate to wag his tail like a loyal dog, pledging unwavering loyalty.Elena's unease grew as her body began to heat up. An unknown fire ignited within her, making her increasingly restless. She struggled to break free, bu