《I study magic, for destruction?》Chapter 30
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I flexed my fingers. Am I back?
Bringing my hand to my face. I could feel my warm skin. I opened my eyes, seeing the familiar ceiling of my dorm room. I leaped off the bed and teleported towards the front of the mirror.
I’m back! Shitty flower boy caught me off guard. I’ll completely wipe his existence from this damned body.
As I walked towards the door, the world around me distorted and in the blink of an eye, I was teleported into the Headmaster’s office.
“Well done, Leo.” the Headmaster said with their elbows on the desk and hands interlocked.
I couldn’t tell what they were because of the distorted voice and hood, but all I knew is that I want to get the fuck away from this person.
I stood in the middle of the room, I tried moving my body but noticed the purple aura surrounding me.
“Do you really think a simple Bind spell would be able to hold me?” I taunted.
I aimed my fingers downwards and began to spray out snow. The snow piled on the bottom of my feet, eating away at the purple barrier as it made contact. I smirked at the hooded figure as the connection was lost and I became able to move again.
“It was merely a test of your abilities. Anyways, Lucy and Leah reported in your amazing display of talent during the conquering of the dungeon. Congratulations, you get to live another day in a false lie.”
Tsk.
“Why did you send us there in the first place? Sure you could’ve sent just me to try and kill me, but why the princess? I could give two shits about her but irritates me that you get to play God in my presence.” I walked towards the desk and laid my palm on the surface, coating it with ice until it was fully covered.
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I slammed my fist down, shattering the desk into little ice particles. The headmaster leaned back in the chair. I wish I could see the look on the bastard's face. He brought a gloved finger forward and flicked. A gust of wind came at me, propelling me all the way across the room until my back slammed against the wall.
Fucking deja vu.
I tried to move but the gust of wind wouldn’t let up. Moving my hands also seemed to be impossible.
“You got what you were looking for, did you not? you should be thanking me instead Mr Leo. And you needed some motivation to try, who better than your close friend.Now then, we have sent a retrieval team to pick up the treasures. We will be contacting you if we need your services again.” the headmaster stated, snapping his finger to restore his desk.
The gust of wind ceased, causing me to drop onto the floor. I took gulps of air as I slowly stood back up. Am i really gonna take shit from this guy.
Tsk i can't even tell how much magic power he has.
“Oh, and Professor Arbanes of Transmutations, is requesting your presence. I believe it has something to do with the upcoming festival. I’ll send you right over.”
He clapped his hands, warping me back through space and ending up in the middle of a field right outside the academy.
I looked around to see the other people enrolled in my year in a line shoulder to shoulder. A fellow with messy red hair with the biggest pair of glasses I have ever seen, walking along the line like some general. Except he looked like anything but intimidating. I could sense some magic scatter around the fields.
Traps?
“Ah! Leo, so glad you were able to join us, now then. Shall we begin?” he yelled out to me.
Sigh, I waved my arm over the field and mini explosions layered the plains. Magic bombs?
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