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n“W-what?!”

n“Pirates?”

n“The City is under attack!”

n“Fool! We are in the fifth largest city in the Kingdom. No pirate would dare to attack this place.”

n“It must be an eccentric visitor or something.”

nWhispers of concern rippled through the crowd as people exchanged worried glances.

nThe sight of a dark airship emanating a chilling aura fueled their anxiety, and thoughts of impending danger raced through their minds.

nAvery’s heart skipped a beat as he, too, was momentarily taken aback by the foreboding presence.

n“Do not panic. We are not under attack.”

nSuddenly, they heard one of the Professors at Lakrine Academy announce his findings calmly. He was Professor Klein and was known for his capability of summoning five Spiritual Beasts at the same time.

nAvery also noticed that Professor Klein had his Grimoire summoned already, and his eyes were glowing with yellow light. It means that he summoned the powers of his Phantom Eagle, the Eagle Sight, to investigate the situation.

nHearing their Professor’s voice, they certainly calmed down a lot as they looked at the Airship with curiosity.

nSoon, as the Dark Airship loomed closer, the distinctive emblem on its hull became visible. It was none other than the Airship of the Vermont Academy, the renowned Academy of Dark Arts.

n‘That looks cool…’ Avery couldn’t help but comment in his mind.

nThe Airship that their academy was using was still the same for the last two or three decades. However, the ones that the Vermont Academy uses looked pristine and filled with power.

nIt doesn’t look like a passenger airship at all… It seemed as if it was ready to engage in war, which Avery appreciates a lot.

n“Alright… Stop dawdling at them. We can disembark now.” Professor Klein said as he closed his Grimoire, leading the students in front.

nHowever, after the students disembarked, Professor Klein went to a corner and discreetly reopened his Grimoire, a faint glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

nProfessor Klein then whispered an incantation as he summoned forth his trusted companion, the Phantom Eagle. The majestic creature materialized, its ethereal form taking shape beside him. With a mere flick of his wrist, he sent the Phantom Eagle soaring into the sky, its keen eyes scanning the surroundings with unparalleled precision.

nAs the Phantom Eagle circled overhead, Professor Klein tapped into its heightened senses, seeing through its eyes and hearing through its ears.

nEach flap of its wings carried it closer to the individuals sent by the Vermont Academy, allowing him to gather information in secret.

nHe observed them carefully as if he were searching for something.

nAfter some time, he felt satisfied with his investigation and canceled the summoned beast.

n“Their Headmaster is indeed here.”

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nGeraldine Walsh, a fourth-year student from Kildare, the Knights Academy, was in her hotel room when she felt the sinister aura permeating the air. The arrival of the dark Airship from the Vermont Academy ignited a fire within her…

nAs the chilling presence settled around her, Geraldine’s grip tightened on the hilt of her sword. Memories of her sister’s tragic fate at the hands of a rogue Dark Arts Practitioner resurfaced, fueling her resentment towards those who delved into the Dark Arts.

nTo her, they were all tainted by the same darkness, regardless of their individual intentions or affiliations. It doesn’t matter if they came from a prestigious academy or were practicing it in their basement; they were all evil to her.

n“I will teach all of you a lesson…” Geraldine muttered through her gritted teeth.

nHer eyes burned with fierce determination, her red hair seeming to flicker with an inner flame.

nUnable to contain her restlessness, Geraldine decided to leave her hotel room. The bustling city felt calming for her. It offers some distraction from the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.

n“Whew~” 𝒃𝙖.𝙘

nAs she immersed herself in the vibrant atmosphere of the city, she felt her raging heart starting to calm down.

nShe observed the diverse array of people, practitioners and non-practitioners alike, going about their daily lives, each absorbed in their own way of life.

nAlthough her anger towards the practitioners of Dark Arts remained steadfast, Geraldine couldn’t help but acknowledge the complexity of the world around her.

nShe knew that not everyone from the Vermont Academy shared the same malevolent intentions as the rogue practitioner who had taken her sister’s life. However, the pain and grief she carried made it difficult to differentiate between friend and foe.

n“Haa~”

nGeraldine sighed as she could only hope that she could control her emotions in the competition.

nAs she was thinking of returning to her hotel room to meet with her classmates, she noticed a figure seemingly out of place amidst the vibrant surroundings.

nIt was a remarkable young lady as her hair was a striking mix of white and black. She seemed to be looking at the candies and pastries sold by the hawkers.

nAt first glance, she appeared harmless and beautiful, but Geraldine’s instincts immediately sensed something amiss. 𝒊.𝒄𝒎

nA disgusting aura emanated from the young lady.

n‘This Aura… I can’t be mistaken…’

nGeraldine was certain that this young lady was a Dark Arts Practitioner!

nHer hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of her sword, her immediate reaction to cut through the Dark Arcanist!

nHowever, as she prepared to strike, a suffocating aura suddenly locked onto her, rendering her motionless.

n“W-what’s going on?!”

nSurprised by the unexpected turn of events, Geraldine found herself unable to move, trapped under the weight of this mysterious girl’s power.

nThe young lady finally looked in her direction. She was frowning and seemed baffled by the situation.

n“Miss, have you mistaken me? I’m sure it’s our first time meeting, but your killing intent is definitely directed at me.” She remarked, her voice carrying an air of intrigue.

n“I… It’s a mistake… Are you the one causing this? I don’t intend to attack you…” Geraldine replied, her voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty. “Please, stop… I just made a mistake.”

nThe young lady’s expression softened, and she let out a gentle sigh. “Ah… Right, it’s my Spirit. She felt your killing intent so…” She explained, her words laced with a hint of apology.

n“Ahem… Miss Lotus, stop suffocating her. She might die…” She whispered, directing her attention towards an unseen presence.

n𝙡𝒊𝒃𝒆.𝙘

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