Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 132: Large-scale magic can be found everywhere

“Uwaaaaaaah, there are zombies—!”

In the cemetery, facing the skeletons and corpses that kept crawling out from the ground, the Bathing Goddess screamed.

Although, in the past, the Bathing Goddess would often make a fuss before an emergency. However, she clearly understood that what was happening on the other side of the screen would not affect her, and her previous noises were mostly due to worrying about others, rather than fear from the bottom of her heart.

And these densely packed undead beings obviously touched upon the "weakness" of the Bathing Goddess.

On the other side, Cecilia took out the practice wand she carried with her, and while Ritas dodged the hand that emerged from the ground, she used magic to blast away the approaching undead.

Originally, on the way to the cemetery, Cecilia was still thinking that if there was an emergency, she could naturally hold Ritas' arm. However, when she really encountered danger, she didn't care about these things at all.

"Hurry up and do something, little Lilililili!"

The exceptionally outrageous tremolo of the Bathing Goddess echoed throughout the cemetery.

Cecilia, who was busy fighting off the army of undead that was about to overwhelm them, also realized that Ritas had indeed not taken any action since then.

He neither released the small elemental magic that he could control as freely as his limbs, nor did he use his best means of escape.

The protective barrier is currently deployed.

However, in the protective barrier that enveloped Ritas and Cecilia, Ritas just maintained a somewhat strange expression.

"Eh hey hey? Xiao Li, you're not scared silly too!"

Hearing the word "also" from the Bathing Goddess, Cecilia, with a tense expression, felt that under normal circumstances, she might have laughed.

But now, facing the large number of undead that showed no sign of decreasing no matter how hard she tried, and kept pouring in like a solidified black cloud, Cecilia could only feel a chill down her spine.

Whether they are bones or corpses, there is no point in knocking them down or smashing them.

The ground had turned dark without anyone noticing, like a factory. The shattered skeletons sank into it, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into another skeleton soldier that crawled out again.

Whether it was skeletons or corpses, their movements were extremely slow.

However, the pale bone wall made up of a large number of arm and leg bones that appeared at the same time as the undead army had completely blocked the entire cemetery.

Therefore, the "prey" with nowhere to escape is facing the "death" that is approaching slowly and surely, and the only thing it can feel is the despair that gradually permeates its whole body.

It's meaningless even if you destroy as many of the miscellaneous soldiers as possible.
Perhaps it was because he had experienced a real battle in the maze. Or perhaps it was because the people around him were more reliable than ever before.

Although Cecilia's fingertips still trembled slightly and her lips were slightly paler than before, her mind was exceptionally clear.

She soon realized that in order to stop these undead spirits, she had to get rid of the caster, Ona.

But how easy is it to find Ona?

He seemed to have basically become a dead spirit. The wound that was cut by Ritas before did not drip blood but was filled with "death energy". After the army of dead spirits appeared, he quickly integrated into this burial ground.

Among the thousands of undead that have densely filled the entire cemetery, Ona's real body may not exist, or he may be everywhere.

so.
Is Ritas, who has been motionless, looking for Ona's real body?
Cecilia had this thought in her mind, and she immediately found something she could do.

Just like this, we continued to prevent the undead from approaching and bought time for Ritas.

And this period of time actually did not last too long.

"Sorry for the wait, Cece."

As Ritas' voice sounded, the figure that had been "stationed" in the rear began to move forward.

“I don’t know whether this is my misfortune or your misfortune.”

Muttering softly, Ritas took action and began to walk straight into the army of the undead.

Cecilia knew that Professor Ritas's affairs were far from something that a junior student like her should worry about. However, this scene still made her stretch out her arms to Ritas. However, Cecilia immediately stopped this involuntary action and silently retracted her hand before touching Ritas.

Find the caster and stop the operation of necromancy?
Watching what was happening in front of her, Cecilia realized that she still didn't know enough about the "Professor of Magic" Ritas Elson. She also didn't know what kind of people were those who could become great wizards and the best among them, even in this peaceful era.

“You, you, you’re not going to do anything with the disc again, are you? If you throw me in, I’ll get off first!”

The Bathing Goddess, who was being carried closer to the army of undead, spoke in panic.

However, what the Bathing Goddess worried about did not happen.

The reason why Ritas still holds the white disc is simply because he is maintaining his natural state.

The real magic that Ritas is performing is presented from the tiptoes.

As he moved forward, a deep blue color appeared under his feet.

At first, it was just a small puddle that appeared with Ritas's footsteps. Ritas's left foot would leave such a small puddle on the ground, and his right foot would create ripples to spread the puddle on the ground.

After Ritas walked forward nearly ten steps, the ten puddles that had spread ten times began to merge into one, forming a clear and blue pond.

Ritas continued to move forward, and the water beneath his feet continued to spread.

When he arrived at the center of the cemetery, a large lake had appeared under his feet, completely covering the surroundings.

Ritas's large-scale magic is always quiet. And, when you come to your senses, you will find that all eyes will unconsciously be focused on him and his magic. Everything around him is as if it never existed.

In fact, facing the advance of Ritas, the undead army tried to stop him, or rather tried to stop him.

But the result was nothing but futile.

As long as they enter those azure areas, the undead will instantly melt, disintegrate into ashes, and sink into the lake, only causing ripples and brief turbidity before completely becoming nothingness.

On Ritas's way forward, only the insignificant ripples at his feet proved that those thousands of undead souls once existed.

"What's this."

What broke the silence that completely enveloped the cemetery was the weak voice coming from Ritas' feet.

"Just the big cleansing magic that appears everywhere, 'Return to the Sanctuary'."

It was unknown whether Ona, who made the sound, heard Ritas's answer. In a flash, he, like a large number of undead, returned to the void. "Sure enough, you are more unfortunate."

Standing in the center of the always clear lake, Ritas looked down at his own clear reflection, at the blue sky, and at the white clouds reflected in the lake that seemed to be connected to the sky at the other side of the horizon.

Soon after.

Squatting beside the "Return Sanctuary" that was about to disappear, Cecilia stretched out her finger and poked the shimmering water. Her cheek, which seemed to be more beautiful than her own reflection, felt the perfect coolness from her fingertips in the midsummer.

And looking around, at the cemetery that looked brand new and full of vitality, Ritas sighed softly.

"Sure enough, there is no way to keep Ona alone."

I can only say that Ritas’ purification is really too clean.

“Tsk, tsk, so you were thinking about this kind of thing just now. I thought you stayed for so long, thinking about how to make the magic you cast look good!”

The Bathing Goddess, whose inner fears were also purified by "Return to the Sanctuary", uttered a mocking voice.

The reason why it is a mockery is that the Bathing Goddess clearly knows that when Ritas casts magic, he probably does not take the viewing experience into consideration.

After all, the magic that Ritas used to escape in an emergency felt much the same way.

To be honest, the scenery filled with ice fog is really beautiful. However, when the ice fog appears, I usually don’t have the time to appreciate it.

If you think about it carefully, even if it is just some small magic that is released casually, Ritas's magic still gives people a special feeling. At first, the goddess of bathing thought that the magic of the other world would have the same atmosphere when she saw it up close. But after actually integrating into this world for a few months, she found that it was not the case.

Those rookie students who were just beginning to learn magic were fine, the goddess had also seen other people casting magic baths before, and she had even witnessed two spells that could be called grand.

But no matter how huge the magic is, the Bathing Goddess can feel the "magnificence" from it, but she cannot feel the "beauty" similar to Ritas' magic.

"No wonder you were mumbling about misfortune and bad luck. This guy who uses necromancy is really unlucky. He almost bumped into your arms."

The Bathing Goddess sighed,

"Come to think of it, why can't you use offensive magic normally?"

Ritas cannot use normal attack magic, but this does not mean that this is due to his principles or persistence. He does not mind using those elemental magics to produce attack effects, nor does he mind using attack-type magic tools and magic book pages, and he will transform the teleportation magic into a range attack mode.

Therefore, the Bathing Goddess has always been curious about what it would be like if Ritas could use all magic normally.

Previously, the scene where Ritas easily destroyed all the undead spirits satisfied the curiosity and fantasy of the goddess of bathing to some extent, but at the same time, it also made her feel a little regretful.

"Because there is no need. In modern times, there are almost no occasions where mages need to use magic to fight others. And before I met the Bathing Goddess, I really didn't have many opportunities to use offensive magic."

Ritas replied as he continued to search the cemetery.

"Hey, you're talking as if I asked you to fight with others. No, your reason doesn't make sense. If you don't need to learn it, then is it necessary to learn defensive magic and strengthening magic?"

The Bathing Goddess was so sensitive that Ritas uttered a soft "tsk".

"It is still necessary. For example, when doing archaeology or exploring ruins or other dangerous places, mastering excellent defensive magic and strengthening magic will be of great help to the team."

"There are also offensive magic. If some lizardmen or underground people suddenly appear in the ruins and attack you, you can't just not fight back, right?"

"Why would the Lizardmen attack us? It's the Underground People."

Seeing that Ritas was about to explain something, the goddess of bathing interrupted him.
"Is it because of the things that caused you to be called the 'cursed child'?"

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Ritas was silent for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Although it may not be entirely true, this is probably the main reason. Even if Roland didn't care, I had to put away all my aggression and act completely harmless during those years in the Western Territory. Especially since I mastered magic before the appropriate age through some channels."

A cursed child who had lost so many adoptive parents and yet could easily wield attack magic?
I think that few people would think that those magics were mastered by Ritas recently.

"It's harmless to humans and animals."

It’s not that the Bathing Goddess thinks that the current Ritas is “harmful”, but she really can’t imagine what the harmless Ritas looks like.

"Maybe I overdid it. After I entered Earls College and started studying magic, I found that I couldn't use any attack-type magic at all."

Ritas looked a little depressed.

If this really is a world or era where offensive magic is not needed, this level of lack may not have any impact or trouble on Ritas' life.

but now.
"It's not 'don't want to', but 'can't'? I feel like magic is more cruel than I imagined."

The Bathing Goddess commented sincerely.

Even for a genius recognized by the academic world like Ritas, a great wizard with a certain reputation, those magics just can't be used. Moreover, even if you know where the problem is and the reason, you still can't overcome it.
Maybe, it was just a small reason. A reason so small that others could not empathize with him, or even understand him. He was a world-famous wizard the night before, but he would become a complete useless person after waking up.

"No wonder you were so insistent on Miriam's matter."

The Bathing Goddess recalled Tas's struggle during that period and his persistence after making the decision.

"It's different, Bathing Goddess. I have been unable to use offensive magic from the beginning, and I have always believed that it is not necessary for me. Therefore, this kind of 'inability' and 'helplessness' does not hurt me much, and I don't feel that much pain. But if Miriam suddenly cannot use magic for some reason one day, and can't find a solution, then everything that belongs to him may completely collapse under the influence of each other. The pain of losing something you originally have and the pain of never having it cannot be compared together."

Ritas, who had a much broader vision than the Bathing Goddess in terms of magic and had witnessed countless tragedies, shook his head and said.

"Ahem. What else is there to say? Let's toast to that necromancer. He was completely hurt by a great wizard who couldn't use large-scale magic to hurt others!"

The Bathing Goddess seemed to want to make the somewhat heavy topic light again, but she was obviously not good at it.

So, after racking her brains, she continued to speak to the expressionless Ritas,

"I guess you originally wanted to keep the necromancer to ask for some information, but considering the need to protect Cecilia, you decided to send him away. But don't worry, the information you lack will be provided by me, the all-knowing goddess of the bath! I remember this skill of constantly summoning undead spirits. I'll go to the other side and look it up later. Maybe, the one causing trouble in Lily of the Valley Town this time is still our 'old friend'."

After the Bathing Goddess finished speaking, the white disc began to shrink and entered a dormant form.

And now, Ritas, who doesn't have any expectations for the Goddess of Baths, just hopes that the Goddess of Baths will not give him "false information" this time.

(End of this chapter)