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Chapter 16: The Ruin of Valen's Name
"I-It wasn't me! I swear on the Crest family name, I wasn't the one who put that dagger in my ring!" Valen screamed in a panicked, shrill voice, his face deathly pale with not a trace of arrogance left. The young noble knelt trembling on the marble floor, staring hysterically at the Holy Silver Dagger glowing brightly before everyone. Archbishop Malakor stepped forward with a face flushed crimson with rage, slamming his staff of authority until it unleashed a pressure wave of wind. "Enough, Valen von Crest!" Archbishop Malakor barked in a thunderous voice that silenced the entire hall. "This evidence came directly out of your very own storage space!" Instructor Barton, who stood beside the dais, was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, attempting to step backward to save himself. "M-Perhaps some wicked magic moved that object, Your Eminence..." Barton squeaked in a violently trembling tone. Archbishop Malakor turned sharply, pointing at Barton with a finger trembling with rage. "Sil
Chapter 15: The Academy's General Hearing
"Take this trash to the Grand Hall at once!" Archbishop Malakor shouted, flicking his golden cloak. Circulating magic chains flared brightly, tightly binding both of Leon's wrists. Felix attempted to break through the line of soldiers, but the butt of a spear struck his chest, sending him sprawling onto the wooden floor. "Leon! This is a frame-up!" Felix screamed, his raspy voice cracking in the middle of the dorm corridor. "Silence, commoner!" Instructor Barton barked, kicking the ground near Felix's body. Leon allowed himself to be dragged by two heavily armored knights without resisting in the slightest. The pain from the magic chains' grip failed to break the focus of his soul even for a moment. Beneath his hanging bangs, Leon's brown eyes flashed subtly, absorbing the shadows of the corridor they passed through. Enjoy your brief victory, Valen, Leon thought, tracing an unseen smile. For the very stage you have prepared will become the execution ground for your own reputat
Chapter 14: The Framing of the Holy Relic
"Let her keep watch over me, Felix," Leon replied casually, lightly patting his friend's shoulder. Felix glared in disbelief, ruffling his own hair with an increasingly hysterical expression. "You're crazy, Leon!" Felix exclaimed, lowering his voice into a panicked whisper. "Elena is the most genius and influential mage in this entire academy! If her personal guards are spying on your every move, you won't even be able to go to the bathroom in peace!" Leon chuckled softly, wearing a remarkably convincing, naive, and resigned expression before Felix. "Why should I be afraid if I haven't committed any crime?" Leon asked innocently, tilting his head. "I'm just an ordinary scholarship student who happens to always be favored by luck." Felix facepalmed, sighing deeply as he gave up facing his friend's strange calmness. Let Elena stay busy chasing shadows, Leon thought, a subtle smile tracing his gaze. Elena's strict investigation would actually serve as the ultimate line of defense,
Chapter 13: The Smile of a Weak Man
"H-Help! Someone please help us in here!" Felix screamed hysterically, pounding his last remaining strength against Sector 4's hard stone door. BANG! BANG! The booming sound of the splintering door echoed from outside the passage, followed by a sudden flash of white magic light illuminating the darkness. The colossal stone door finally burst into pieces. "Felix! Leon!" Instructor Barton shouted, feigning panic as he led the academy rescue team into the passage. However, Instructor Barton's footsteps froze instantly at the threshold. The instructor's face turned deathly pale as he took in the horrific sight before him: fifteen Rank-B Blight Orc corpses lying drenched in blood. In a dark corner of the passage, Leon blinked his eyes slowly, pretending to have just regained consciousness from fainting. "Ugh... F-Felix? Are... are we still alive?" Leon whispered in a weak, raspy voice, clutching his trembling head. Felix immediately hugged Leon's shoulders tightly, sobbing in reli
Chapter 12: Slaughter in the Dark
"Crush him!" the Blight Orc chieftain screamed, its raspy voice shaking the cavern interior. The three-meter-tall giant creature focused all its muscular strength, trying to press the heavy blade of its giant axe downward. Yet the heavy iron weapon remained frozen stiff mid-air, held firm by the grip of Leon's single bare hand. The Orc chieftain growled in astonishment, its glowing red eyes bulging as it stared down at the human youth before it. From the ground beneath the impact of the powerful gust of wind, Felix gaped at the sight with wide eyes. "L-Leon... how can..." Felix whispered in a violently trembling voice, unable to believe his eyes. Leon realized his grand secret could not be exposed before his first friend at this academy. Without turning his head even a fraction, Leon tilted the fingers of his right hand backward. A thin wisp of purple mist shot out swiftly, softly touching the forehead of the panicking Felix. "Sleep for a moment, Felix," Leon whispered in an
Chapter 11: The Siege of the Blight Orc Monsters
"Crush this flare stone right now, Leon!" Felix screamed in panic, slamming the crystal stone on his wrist against the stone wall. Crack! The bright blue flare stone shattered into pieces upon the wet floor. However, instead of transmitting an emergency signal out of the cave, the crystal shards dimmed and died out completely within seconds. "N-No way..." Felix whispered, gasping for air. The bespectacled youth's face instantly turned pale as a corpse as he realized their most vital safety device was completely nonfunctional. "Our magic signal is completely cut off from the outside world!" Felix added, clutching his hair in sheer despair. Leon stood calmly beside Felix, observing the blood-red cracks of the magic seal locking the stone door frame behind them. To the naked eye, Leon was trembling violently while tightly clutching his cheap wooden staff. Yet beneath that naive facade, a cold calculation operated with razor precision deep within his soul. A fairly neat trick fr
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