Zavier turned around in surprise as the entrance to St. Ansa Castle was transformed by the power of magic before he could finish his sentence.
And these two strangers were staring at them, captivated by that same old, familiar aura and faces.
Zavier considered at himself and realized why these two people kept coming back to him.
"You guys get out of here first; someone is watching me," he said when he noticed Kacie and Nadia standing off to one side.
"What do you think we are if we flee when someone catches up with us?" Kacie inquired, her blue eyes tinged with displeasure.
"Of course not that," Zavier hastily clarified, "I suspect the reason why they can keep following me is because there might be some problems with this magic shield on me, it is possible that the caster has marked me. I'm worried about getting you involved if you keep following me around."
Nadia asked in apparent bewilderment, "The spell caster...could it be that professor?"
Zavier agreed; he had no idea what he had done to so enrage the professor that he was being singled out.
Kacie took in the information and ultimately decided that leaving was not an option, "Then we can't leave."
After some consideration, Zavier explained, "You can sneak up on your enemies. Hide in these magic practice rooms and strike when the time is right, because the boundaries of these rooms can greatly shield magic perception."
They done and then ran to the nearest magic room and hid.
It was the first magic practice room they'd found, but it was a little cramped.
Another two individuals, at the same time, hurried toward the castle's east.
Within moments of entering the east building, they spotted Zavier. He was being sneered at by one of both who said, "Why don't you run away? I heard that the Adam family had developed a loser, so you really know how to run away."
Zavier scowled.
Why, despite his efforts to conceal his identity, did problems always seem to find their way to his life?
His body shook violently from rage as soon as he heard those words
Still, he asked the two, "How much did that professor give you, and are you really not afraid of the Adam family retaliating against you?"
"Tell me, what's your family's name?"
The graduate stood politely in front of him, saluted, and then said, "This is the Mesfield-Gerobney, a branch of the Gerobney family."
Mesfield introduced himself and said gravely, "You are not a loser as rumored, but the professor has made a sacred contract with me, so I have to ask you to withdraw."
Mesfield carried an old family's one-dimensional gentlemanly style.
Zavier gave the surname Gerobney some thought, and quickly recalled a well-known myth.
He scanned Mesfield from head to toe before finally asking, "Is Burns-Gerobney your grandfather?"
With a nod, Mesfield agreed.
Zavier scoffed at him, "You disgrace the family name with your doings."
He was getting angry at the idea that a professor would cheat so obviously in a competition for first-year students by putting a graduate student against an average newcomers on purpose.
What kind of moral character does a professor need to have to do such a thing, even if this freshman was not strong?
As a rational, progressive individual, he could never condone such behavior.
A man behind Mesfield yelled in rebuke as soon as Zavier's words had fallen, "You are the one who really brings shame to the Adam family. With your strength, how dare you to mock what is thought of as a real gentleman, a real mage!"
When the words landed, Zavier could feel the other person's body fill with mana.
Not only did his personal magical shield vanish, but so did his own.
Huge gravitational forces pressed down on Zavier's body, and as the spell intensified, he realized that he was under the influence of a magic gravity spell of intermediate difficulty.
Regrettably, only magic at the C level did definitely have no effect on him.
However, he first pretended to be attacked by the magic, so as not to reveal his true strength immediately.
Mesfield laughed uproariously when he saw that Zavier was indeed being pushed backwarmed by an enormous amount of physical energy.
"You will regret your actions today. You are a disgrace to all freshmen, and you have no business competing with me!"
Zavier squinted a Mesfield as he replied, "I am a genius compared to you! You should just stay where you stand."
In anger, he lifted his right leg to stomp on one of them.
The two of them seemed to have noticed this fact since the smile on both their faces suddenly disappeared, replaced with fear. The aura of their bodies changed drastically, becoming filled with the aura of despair, sadness and terror.
They didn't dare move anymore; they could feel their hearts beating rapidly in their chests and could even hear their blood flowing in their veins. Their throats became dry and constricted. Their mouths opened wide and their eyes widened in shock. Their breathing became heavier and their hands were clenched tightly together, their fingernails piercing deep into their skin.
Then he shot his gaze upward and yelled to the other person, "Look straight at me, punk!"
Instinctively, the two in front of him glanced at Zavier, but at that very second, the mana in their bodies shifted and then stabilized.
There were some gentle mana falls, and otherwise everything went smoothly.
In fact, they both collapsed.
Simultaneously, Zavier acted as though mana wasn't supported, showing signs of extreme distress such as labored breathing and profuse sweating.
The professor was, indeed, keeping a covert eye on himself.
Zavier did not think it possible for the professor to sneak into St. Ansa Castle and hide in many rehearsal spaces there.
After all, the Guardian's Building with its many guardian statues stood between the main school building and St. Ansa Castle, and if a fight broke out there, the statues would immediately apprehend anyone who made a move.
That's the safest place to duck into if you didn't feel like brawling.
"Hey, Zavier..."
At Kacie's voice, Zavier looked down and saw her staring anxiously up at him.
Zavier walked over to where Kacie and Nadia were sitting and wondered if maybe it was the power of that magical artificial eye.
In the magical realm, there are always mysterious seals and other magical artifacts. Maybe something similar happened here. If so, maybe he could somehow remove that spell casted on him.
Even though he felt nothing physically, there was a slight discomfort throughout his entire being.
"Damn it all…"
Zavier muttered angrily while rubbing his forehea It would probably take some time to work through whatever caused this. At least until the effects were gone.
"Are you okay?" Nadia asked nervously, glancing at him warily.
"Yeah," Zavier replied, smiling brightly, trying to make sure that she didn't notice anything wrong, "I'm fine!"
But Zavier's eyes remained unfocused for several seconds.
"Hey, what's going on?" Kacie questioned. She had been trying to get his attention for some time now but failed at it due to Zavier's unresponsiveness.
"Nothing! Don't worry about it!" he replied cheerfully, forcing a smile.
The others were still concerned, but after seeing Zavier's expression, they eventually left the matter alone.
Instead, the three continued observing each other curiously.
Nadia questioned him as looking the two victims who were lying on the floor with suspicion, "Did you just use a mental shock?"
In agreement, Zavier simply said, "Of course."
He did release Inevitable Hypnosis, even though it didn't look like he did. He did it to throw off the professor's suspicions.
Illusion-wise, sudden fainting and psychic shock were similar, but it was extremely rare for two C-level mages to be stunned by psychic shock at the same time unless they were staring directly into the eyes of an illusionist.
Roaring was actually challenging his opponents to look him in the eye.
When two stared at him, the power of the mental shock increased significantly. If one person's mental power was slightly weaker, and they did not have time to mobilize magic to resist, then there was a remote possibility that the other person will be defeated.
However, most people weren't illusionists. It was considered extremely dangerous to play around with things like looking directly into someone else's eyes.
Most mages didn't make the rookie mistake of staring into each other's eyes because vision magic was so rare among the different types of spells.
He had just finished telling them that the outbreak had used up all of his mana when two more came to the door.
The man was tall and muscular, and the girl was both sexy and enchanting. They also looked like good friends. Both wore smiles on their faces.
They headed and saw Mesfield on the floor almost immediately.
When the woman saw Mesfield and Paley on the ground, she dropped to her knees beside him and exclaimed, "Mesfield and Paley, my God, how did they fall to the ground?"
"If you want to marry into the big time, I think it's a perfect opportunity," the tall, stocky man next to her teased, his eyes darting to the three of Zavier down the hall.
"Shut up, you idiot." With her own pair of eyes, the woman turned to Xavier and said, "I didn't expect you guys to have this kind of ability. But when you meet us, you won't be so lucky. Are you go out from game on your own, or do we beat you up before you get out?"
The man beside him scowled and remarked, "The professor asked for teaching a lesson."
"It really lifts you up to be called stupid. Do it yourself if you want to do it. I'd like to see how the Adam family slaughtered you!"
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