"Archie Steaphan is a former student of the Illois Magic Academy. Toward the end of his senior year, he decided to leave academia and join the side of dark magic. Previous confirmation was that his motive was conflict and bad relations with the head of the Illois Magic Academy. However, the latest information I have is that he gathered several loyal followers. The people who became his followers were listed as wanted by dangerous wizard, necromancers, cursed wizards, and werewolves."
Everyone in the room was shocked by the information Senior Ariana shared.
"Is this information true?" Faction leader Grus asked. His expression was grave and trembling. A look of fear.
"Whether it's true or not, I still have to investigate further. But the evidence is very strong. One of the incidents that happened at Illois Magic Academy. Archie attacked the academician with two of his subordinates. Apart from that, the recording that Bathilda got while talking to him. The Master, which Archie mentioned. I'm looking for minimal information about the Master. The person Archie mentioned is very mysterious and quite adept at hiding his whereabouts. What Mr. Ximon said is to increase the patrols and investigations I mentioned."
The meeting, which was attended by top officials and every academic head, was quite tense. But thanks to Senior Ariana's help, everything was resolved. Fortunately, Bathilda quickly asked Senior Ariana for help in handling this case.
"Don't thank me, Bathilda. I did it for my friend Torin and the Academy. If it hadn't been for the previous Head of Academics, who took me from a homeless shelter, taught me magic and found me a real family. Maybe I would still be a homeless person on the side of the road".
The pat was very soft and a very warm aura emanated. Senior Ariana truly has a gentle and kind side.
***
Being depressed and feeling completely useless sometimes makes Peter less confident. The semester exams are still some time away, but almost all the first-year students are starting to practice seriously.
Peter wasn't like smart Lucas, who didn't need to open a book to learn the theory. Just understand what the professor teaches and Lucas understands easily, but not Peter.
He's such a fool, so stupid. It was like someone was explaining some magic engineering theory, but the sound went in the left ear and out the right.
This exercise is so pointless. This time, Cloe used weapons in a training duel. A reinforced hammer that was big, but not that big, only two strong hands were needed to lift the copper-colored hammer. The hammer was covered in shiny blue lightning.
Even though he defended himself with both hands, channeling all of his mana. The blow was enough to make Peter roll on the floor of the training arena.
His entire body felt very painful. The difference in strength with his two friends is very different.
"Oh my God. Peter, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Cloe's face paled and she put down her hammer.
Even though Cloe has a rude nature, she seems to care about her friends. Peter shook his head slowly, trying to smile and still look strong.
Of course he did. Because his friends helped him practice.
"Peter, you have to dare to tell the truth. Don't just be a woman, Cloe, you don't dare to say critical words."
"Huh?! What do you mean, Lucas?"
Lucas practiced his words in an annoying way. "It's simple. Cloe, you are a beautiful and sexy woman. You should treat me gently. If this continues, men will run away in fear like mice in front of a lioness."
Lucas uttered words that were over the top. Cloe's face turned red like a boiled shrimp.
Cloe's face was like a boiled crab and her eyes flashed fiery red, piercing right into Peter's eyes. His sweat was dripping profusely from under his white t-shirt, revealing a clear print of his small, dry chest muscles.
"Am I really such a rude woman?"
A very difficult question. However, what Peter actually saw was that Cloe was not a rude woman, more precisely, Cloe is a strong and firm girl, like Professor Bathilda.
"Is that right, Peter? Cloe is a rude woman." Lucas escalated the situation.
Peter shook his head slowly, but the shaking was very slow and no one could see it. There is a misunderstanding.
"Lucas, do you want to feel my hammer blow?"
Flashes of lightning enveloped Cloe's body, and flashes of lightning enveloped her hammer as well. The hammer blow could never hit Lucas. It was like playing hide and seek. Lucas can disappear here and there, and Cloe, who is starting to get emotional, strikes blindly, but her blows won't hit Lucas.
The fight between Cloe and Lucas looks very funny, the two of them are like a couple who often fight.
"I think the two of them are very compatible."
"Huh?"
Peter said what was on his mind. It's true, Cloe and Lucas are very compatible.
"What did you say?!" Cloe's voice went up an octave. His eyes flashed with more and more ferocity.
"No. N-n-not like that." Peter was already sweating coldly, the glint in his eyes radiating immense anger.
"YOU DIE, PETER!"
The blow was strong enough to bruise his face and break his spine. Cloe does not hesitate to use violence.
Nine o'clock at night. After a desperate fight, they dodge attacks and counterattack. In the end, Peter's attack failed to hit Cloe.
Peter couldn't hold out any longer, so he decided to return to the dormitory. He cleaned himself up and rested on his comfortable bed. His body was covered with bruises all over. The last time Peter came out of the training arena, he heard Cloe and Lucas fighting again.
When he got to the room, Peter felt pain all over his body. He lay down on the bed, on his back, facing the ceiling of the room. The days had been so exhausting and he had not been able to build up his strength.
Peter was afraid that he would not pass the semester exam and that he would be expelled from the Illinois Magic Academy. Peter didn't want that to happen, his grandmother really hoped that he could become a great wizard like his ancestors.
That's what his grandmother said. But until now, Peter didn't know who his ancestors were, because his grandmother was so proud of her ancestors and said that her ancestor was a great wizard.
It occurred to Peter that the great wizard might refer to the hero who had defeated the Dark Wizard. The Moon Wizard.
Absolutely impossible. Peter is not a descendant of the Moon Wizard. Not at all. But he thought that Lucas was a possible descendant of the Moon Wizard.
Lucas is very smart, a genius, and his magical talent is very rare and magical. It's possible that his best friend is a descendant of the Moon Wizard, even though Lucas' family has no wizard bloodline at all, it could be in his great-grandparents or earlier generations.
Peter has never told this to anyone, not even his best friend. Lucas is very close to his grandmother, who never told him that Peter was a descendant of her ancestors.
His body still hurt, but he couldn't bring himself to just get up and go to the bathroom. All he needed was rest, but someone had disturbed his comfortable sleep.
As if someone was knocking on something. Not the door, the knock didn't come from the door, but from an object made of breakable material. His eyes went to the large mirror in the corner of the room.
From the bed, the closet and the study table, the large mirror had been there since Peter and Lucas became roommates. Nothing strange at all.
But I looked at it for a long time. Peter noticed something strange. The mirror was condensing and darkening. Like ink darkening the mirror, there was no reflection of him at all, just total darkness.