“Madam Atruse Servela?” Heldrich was grateful that she arrived… but she’s a high-grade archmage, higher level than him. Why did she come?
[You have a new message in your inbox.]
‘Open inbox.’
[You have (3) new messages from 'A. Servela'!]
[(33) unread messages from participant 'A. Servela'.]
‘Shit.’
[A. Servela: Sir Heldrich. What is the meaning of this?]
[A. Servela: I told you to not allow the student “Park Min-Jun” to use any magic right now.. We are still investigating his cause!]
[A. Servela: Sigh. You shouldn’t have skipped the meeting. I’m going to bring this blunder up to the council.]
“Ah, Madam Servela. I thought he was a mere malfunctioned child–”
He jumped as Atruse Servela glared at him harshly from the ground, her brows creased greatly. The hairs on his skin stood up.
[You have a new message in your inbox.]
[A. Servela: Talk to me here; I don't have time to listen to you. Go evacuate the students. I’m going to retrieve Min-Jun.
[Sir Heldrich: Yes ma’am!]
[A. Servela: Come to think of it, why didn’t you teleport the kids back before?]
[Sir Heldrich: I thought he would have another weak spell… also, my magic circle..]
[A. Servela: That was a rhetorical question. Go evacuate the students.]
[Sir Heldrich: Yes ma’am!]
…
Atruse Servela ran into the condensed black fog in search of the student who created this mist. She stumbled along the way–the fog was slowly draining her power.
[You are under divine protection!]
After seeing that message from the system, she regained her power and continued searching. Servela noticed this magic was equivalent to a dark mage’s special spell. How did this happen? Why did Min-Jun change? A lot of things happened these past two years, and something must’ve gone wrong during the time the kid left the academy. She had a lot of questions she wanted answered, but for now, she must focus on prioritizing the safety of the students.
The mist cleared out and she spotted a huge crater with four collapsed Elder Werewolves. Min-Jun was near the dead beasts.
“Kiddo! Can you hear me?” She rushed forward. Her eyes widened as she spotted Min-Jun. “This is..”
Min-Jun’s current physical state was worse than the time Xavier used a royal authority skill on him. A black rash covered starting from his palms and all the way to his shoulders and neck.
Servela knelt down and checked for his pulse. ‘It’s unbelievably fast.’
Blood painted Min-Jun’s clothes and hands, and his face looked worn out.
“Divine ones, please bless this pitiful child,” she prayed.
[A divine being is answering your prayer!]
[A divine being is giving their blessings!]
[A divine aura is wrapping around the child!]
[The spell, 'Blinding Abyss' is dissipating.]
When the full effects of Min-Jun’s magic took its time to fade away, a student with a suspicious aura evolved from the mist.
“Atruse Servela, one of the best archmages in the world.” The student smiled sinisterly.
Servela could barely sense his presence just now. “And you are?”
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“Zero,” Zero paused to assess the unconscious student. “..from the Remiola bloodline.”
“Remiola.”
The Remiola family had a long history of practicing arcane magic. They either were mysterious cultists or great generals in Vervillia. The student should’ve been pushed back by the corrupted magic and the blast, but here he was, standing by the crater.
“Go back to your class. I will bring Min-Jun back and treat him.”
“Madam, I wanted myself to save the poor soul, but you came a little earlier than I thought.” Zero shrugged. “I guess there’s no helping this.”
The sun became visible again and the student’s brown hair shone gold. Servela’s face brightened and Min-Jun’s unconscious body still looked dire. The magic circle Sir Heldrich was preparing should be finished by now.
“We should head back soon,” the archmage said as she placed the unconscious boy on her back. She sprinted forward using a skill she obtained from the divine beings and the system, [Seraph’s Haste].
…
Madam Servela ran back with a deceased-looking body on her back. She urged the instructor to start the teleportation immediately.
“ᛏᛈ ᚤᚨᛞᚨ ᛗᛟᚱᛏᚨᛚᛋ ᚺᚢᛗᚨᚾ..” the instructor chanted.
[Transporting location to 'Connected Magic Circle A'.]
*
I woke up in the infirmary room, and on the school’s bed again. This was the third time I fainted with fatal health conditions. I took a deep breath and tried to sit up. Something tugged me back down. An icy, cold object was pressing around my wrists and neck when moved. When I looked to check, there were metal chains restricting my limbs and neck from movement.
['Divine Chains of Restriction' is activated!]
That’s an S-rank skill.. It’s not like I was going to run and sneak out like I did the nurse. When I think about it again, why didn’t the Head Nurse scold me for sneaking out before?
Whatever.
I laid back down.
Maybe today would be the day where I could finally rest in peace, although I did that for two years straight already.
As I slowly shut my eyes, two large spherical figures–a beautiful woman appeared in my vision. The archmage, Atruse Servela, glared at me with her blaze eyes.
I back at her with forced innocent doe eyes. “Aunt-”
“Child,” her voice was harsh. “Do you know what you did two days prior?”
Two days prior? Two days ago, I was still at the villa, mentally preparing myself for this school.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Madam Servela.”
She sighed. “You have been asleep for two days. Before that, you had a ‘lesson’ in Sir Heldrich’s class.”
I remember. I was the last person for the damage test, and I forced myself to say the chant for the “Blinding Abyss” magic spell. I was in a dire state where the illness I had was disabling every magic I’d try to do.
“Ah, I tried to ignore the ill…”
['??? Lv. ???' is … ]
“..limitations my health set on my magic and forcibly continued my chant.”
[You are experiencing 'Strong Migraine Lv. 7'!]
I flinched, perhaps in glee, as my loyal friend came back for me.
Madam Servela stood to look at my face for quite a while until she went to grab a pink bottle. I couldn’t see what was labeled on it clearly, but it was familiar. “Open your mouth.”
“Huh?”
“Just do it.”
I opened my mouth. She lightly poured water and dropped two small capsules in my mouth.
“Swallow.”
She looked like she was going to place a knife down my throat, so I did as she said hesitantly. I swallowed while reclining, so I had to forcibly gulp down the contents.
['Strong Migraine Lv.7' has been temporarily subdued!]
Puri-Puri medicine?
“The Head Nurse visited so your condition shouldn’t be that concerning for now.” Madam Servela looked lamentably at me before she continued talking, “Min-Jun, why are you so weak now? Before you left the academy, you were more durable. Also, your magic is..”
Never mind the magic issues and the rest, these chains were really uncomfortable. I felt like a dog.
“Madam, can you remove these chains first?”
“Ah, yes. Sorry.”
['Divine Chains of Restriction' has been deactivated!]
I felt free again. Finally, and for the first time in my life, I truly appreciated my ability to move joints and sit up. I got out of the bed and spotted my brown coat lying on the desk near the bed.
Someone washed it clean for me. Who was it?
Nevertheless, I wore the coat instinctively.
“Kiddo. I don’t have much to say to you, but please take care of yourself. Your mother would tell you the same if she were still here.”
I tried my hardest to forget the existence of my mother for the past few years. Remembering would’ve brought me great grief.
My mother was an honorable magician, specializing in swordsmanship. She was a warrior, you could say. She left for war eight years ago and died during battle. My mother protected many of her comrades and killed many enemies. She was a saint to us and a nightmare to the enemies. I recall this academy having a large painted portrait of her in the Hall of Honorable Warriors.
“Yes Madam.”
The madam was like another mother figure to me. She was always kind to me and paid a lot of attention to both my mental and physical health. Madam Servela saved me a lot of times from my bullies two years ago.
“Min-Jun, it’s about five in the morning. How about you go out for a little walk to get used to the academy. It’s changed a bit ever since you left.”
Ah, that meant I had to attend all classes–even the class that made me almost die.
“Thank you for helping me for the past few years.” I stood up and made my way out. The madam still stared at the bed I was laying on. She nodded and waved at me.
As I walked out, I smiled eagerly. Let's see the new structural changes the school made.