Alric was rushing down the hallways. After last night's prison break he was completely exhausted and overslept.

The amount of mana that his body expended would have left anyone exhausted. The fact that Alric had only gotten three hours of sleep and still managed to recover so fast was a miracle. Although anyone with half a brain would attribute the recovery rate to the magic formations in his room.

Alric burst open the door to the classroom and all the students looked at him with a strange expression.

“Late… Again…Mr Alard.”

Professor Terrim paused and looked at Alard in disgust.

“Not much to be expected from a commoner I presume.”

Professor Terrim dusted off his hands and put down the white chalk in his hand.

“Mr Alard, since you magnanimously decided to grace us with your presents, may you help the class?”

Terrim had quite the sarcastic tone as he spoke but continued his condescending behavior nonetheless.

“We are looking at some of the universal spells. Would you mind naming… how about three or detention?”

Professor Terrim gave Alard a sly grin while handing Alard the chalk.

Alard had an awkward expression before taking the chalk and walking up to the board.

Professor Terrim was sure that as a commoner even with Alard’s rich battle experience he wouldn’t know more than the common universal spells. He was certain he would falter at this one.

“Umm… Firstly we have ‘Swift dia’”

“Hahem, that one is already on the board, Mr Alard.

I sent you up there to teach them something new so as not to repeat the lesson thus far.”

Professor Terrim fixed his glasses as he maintained his air of superiority.

“... Is that so… very will then..”

Alard looked at the board a little more closely to see what was already there and nodded his head in understanding.

In an instant Alard had jotted down six other universal spells and had described their uses to a T.

Professor Terrim had to swallow his comments and even be a little impressed. It was easy for a noble child to do this since they had a magic teacher at a young age. But for a commoner the only chance of encountering and knowing these spells was through combat.

Terrim didn’t want to admit it but he had now gained a little more respect for Mr Alard. Afterall a mage with battle experience was always on a different level to one without.

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“Hmpft!”

Professor Terrim still didn’t lower his air of superiority as he scoffed at Alard, albeit a little less intensely.

“Well I guess even a broken clock is right twice a day.

Take your seat Mr Alard.”

Professor Terrim fixed his glasses and continued with his class.

Before long class was already over and Alric was ready to head to the lunch hall. However he ran into the three stooges again. But this time there was a fourth silver haired boy with them blocking the way.

“Wow, who would've thought that god made mistakes not two, not three but four times.”

Alric looked at the four youths with a look of indifference.

“You may have caught us off guard last time but this time we know your little trick and brought some back up!”

Yonder Silverwing was the one to speak first out of the lot.

“We told you if you don’t listen to us things could go bad but-”

Initially Alric wanted to dismiss the three musketeers plus D’Artagnan but looking at them closely things were different this time.

The magical energy emitting from them this time was practically boiling. They were itching for a reason to fight.

Alric knew he was a notch or two above the average student. Maybe on par with a second year at the highest level and somewhere in the middle stratosphere of the third years. But not even him would take on two third years on his own at his current level.

Regardless he wasn’t very fond of bullies. Alric smirked inwardly,

‘I guess it can’t be helped.’

“Ultimate Weaken!”

Alric was the one to cast the first spell but the brothers were more than prepared this time. With magic protecting them they didn’t fall victim to syncope immediately.

In Fact the two third years among the batch had already managed to cast a spell in response already.

In an instant the hallway was covered in ice and a few sharp icicles were already flying in the direction of Alric.

“Impudent little brat!”

Normally Alric wouldn’t back down from a fight. As someone who had fought his fair share of magical beats to test his limits he was no stranger to fighting on the back foot. But here at school it was a different case.

He had to keep quiet a few of his aces up his sleeve while others he couldn’t even show with garnering suspicions later on.

Because of all of this he wasn’t too eager to deal with this lot head on. But he was more than willing to show them their place, just not in this setting.

If he had to act here he doesn’t believe he can hide from the consequences but he was dying to catch any of this lot in another forum.

Immediately Alric appeared behind the four boys.

Alric, with his sword already drawn on one of the third years, placed his hand on the shoulder of the other third year.

“This is enough for today.”

The third year gulped realizing that before he could even react Alard could have already sliced his head clean off. Feeling the blade on the back of his neck now made him realize this student wasn’t one to play children’s games.

All of his family's prestige and power wouldn’t revive him if this beast of a man decided not to pity him.

He thought he was the one placed in the greatest diss rebuke but someone else was feeling pressure beyond understanding.

The third year who had just frozen half the hallway felt a hand on his shoulder and every danger sense in his head was going off, clamoring on rapidly.

He felt a dark and foul mana crawling down his spine. His hair stood on end and he felt his consciousness fade for a split second.

In the split second his eyes closed he felt like he was drawn to a dark domain. Within the domain four wolves with glowing eyes hunted him down without end.

He ran and ran and ran. He ran until his legs gave out and he fell in the darkness. The moment he fell the wolves pounced and started to tear him limb from limb.

He was brought back to the real world with his death in the darkness. He buckled over, cold sweat flushing his body. His breathing exasperated and his knees trembling.

The trio, realizing their oldest had fallen to his knees with only a pat on the shoulder, swallowed their pride and readied to disperse. But then they were hit with a wave of killing intent.

The quartet were beyond shock. Wasn’t killing them going a bit too far? weren’t they noble children of a prestigious family?

What about the repercussions of such an act?

They questioned the sanity of the beast behind them but when they looked into his eyes and saw the look of indifference they understood.

This man was beyond fear!

The one with the sword at the back of his head felt the blade beginning to dig deeper into his skin and even blood began to be drawn.

Almost instinctively the trio retreated and dragged their discombobulated fourth brother along.

Today they had truly learnt a lesson never to forget.