Chapter 62 - Dark mage

𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘸

𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘸𝘸

𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘸𝘸𝘸

𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘸𝘸𝘸𝘸

Deffer had the guts to drop his Lance and began to throw punches at her. She didn't go down, instead was she blocked nicely even though she kept taking blows. Brawling wasn't a girl's thing to begin not to say her thin hands cannot bear the weight of Deffer's punches, even though she blocked it, her hands still got bruised.

Neza was annoyed from where he stood

"that bastard, he has lost his mind"

Deffer continued to throw his punches, she finally fell he immediately rushed her while she laid on the floor. Many would have loved to speak out but the academy was a school of equality, no matter what you are, who you are, once you get in the academy you're equal.

"(... He's faraway from his weapon... Haaa... Let me rest)"

Deffer who continued to throw punches on her noticed she wasn't responding anymore. He immediately jumped off her.

"I think she's dead!"

The referee and medical aids rushed in, they began to check her but the Healer instructor immediately instructed them,

"If you don't want to die leave there!"

"But mistress she's not breathing"

"Just leave!!"

Just then a thick purple smoke covered her body. The medical aids quickly ran out without taking their tools as if they recognized what was about to happen.

The Healer began to talk to herself, "that's what you get for treating a lady like that. A lot of females are really impressing perhaps I should consider taking a disciple, she might even be able to become the best graduating student"

Sigrid rose up in the air, her hair floated and her eyes was as black as the transformed Beleth. The dark purple smoke began to revolve and wrap around her by the time it was done she had a dark purple cloak on her that covered her face revealing only her mouth. The most attractive thing about her was not her cloak but what she carried.

The long huge scythe that emerged from nowhere and was sitting on her hand.

"Isn't that?..."

Every magical instructor recognized what that scythe meant.

Compared to the eastern continent where dark magic was a taboo, the central artic trained dark mages well. The significance of a dark mage is that he is able to enter a contract with a very strong master of the abyss.

The abyss was a step towards underworld and had 32 floors with each floors having its own master. So dark magic was very limited and not every dark mage could enter a contract with a floor master, some may even enter contracts with useless dark beings like zombie, it depended on the person strength and affinity with dark magic, some people were born with it some had to sacrifice human lives to get it.

Sigrid who was born with a very high affinity for dark magic and entered a contract with the 7th floor master since age 10. She lived all her life concealing her power, her family retired from political activities to protect her therefore loosing their influence in the empire. She blamed herself everyday and when the chance finally came, she swore she was going to show the whole of the Forgan empire the true dark magic.

Deffer was too far from his weapon, he began to run in order to get to it but it was to late. The scythe was above him. He stopped all of a sudden.

The dark magic instructor immediately got to the field, "return it right now!"

"why should I"

A masculine voice came out, it was obvious it was the 7th floor master talking.

"If you don't return his soul, he might not be able to bear whatever his seeing there and may be a trauma to him forever which will get your vessel in trouble. If you still want her to continue to be your vessel you have to return his soul."

The 7th floor master Onoskelis in the body of a young girl grabbed the neck of the instructor and lifted him up from the ground. The instructor was completely powerless.

"She's more than just a vessel to me... I'm only returning his soul because I don't want her to get mad at me"

"... Eh... " The instructor was dumbfounded, "I'm sorry what??"

Onokelis dropped the instructor at once Deffer also collapsed.

"what is it with this easterners they're different this time" ¬

"I've been seeing so many strong easterners too" ¬

"they're really scary" ¬

..."¬

Different spectators began to share their opinion, the grudges they had towards the easterners was beginning to fade as they began to see that even though they didn't attend the academy in a long while they were still strong.

Jon scratched his spiky hair with regret

"damnit if I knew she was this strong I would have matched her up with Neza...."