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
After exchanging a few blows, Franz gauged the strength of the middle-aged man to be around the mid-stage of the Battle King realm. He sneered."Who would have thought that a Battle King would stoop to the level of trying to rape women?"The middle-aged man merely scoffed."Everyone serves a master. You should let us go. Our young master is from the Carlos family. If you let us leave, we can consider this incident as if it never happened.""Let you go? Sure, but you have to leave your lives behind."Franz laughed heartily, his sword energy increasing in speed as he shouted,"Three Sun Moon Sword!"As before, the sword image formed a fluttering butterfly, but this time it was even more exquisite, resembling a real butterfly. Kusanagi traced a beautiful arc, striking directly at the man's shoulder. The middle-aged man merely scoffed again."Just a little trick. Earth Element Battle Qi, First Slash Sword."His cross-shaped sword radiated a fierce golden battle aura as it pierced through
“Hey, you said to capture him alive, but look at what you ended up doing!” Leona glared at Alex, who could only scratch his head and apologize awkwardly.“What do we do with this one?” Alex pointed to the leader, who quickly protested, “You can’t kill me! I’m from the Carlos family—you’ve heard of us, right? Let me go, and we can just forget all of this.” He tried to intimidate them with his family’s name, but deep down, he was already plotting his revenge if he managed to escape.“Carlos family? Like I care!” Leona snapped. “I’m from the Bonaparte family, so if you don’t want more trouble, stay down.” She stamped down, pinning him to the ground. Alex broke into a nervous sweat—this girl was fierce, but he had to admit, he liked it.Boom.Two figures exploded out of the room, locked in fierce combat: Franz and the middle-aged Battle King. Franz’s movements were swift; he had put Kusanagi away and was wielding two Lạc Vân swords, relentlessly striking at the middle-aged man’s we
"Where is this place?"The leader asked, his voice trembling with fear. All he knew was that as soon as he looked into the young man’s eyes, the world around him transformed. The sky turned dark, clouds churned ominously, and a blood-red moon appeared. The ground was soaked in blood, and he found himself bound tightly to a cross. Standing before him was that young man, holding a knife, his gaze dark and chilling. But what terrified him even more was the sight surrounding him—it was himself, in dozens of forms, each one bound to crosses and each confronted by a version of the young man. Hundreds of identical scenes stretched out before him, each as horrifying as the last."Where is this, you ask? This is my world, where I am the master. If I want you to live, you cannot die."Franz replied coldly. "Tsukuyomi" was an illusion technique of the Sharingan. Anyone caught in its grip lost all sense of space and time, trapped in a realm completely under the caster’s control. It inflicted not