Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 142: The Lamp of Light
Have I dried up? Or why haven't I dried up yet?
A land of bones.

Due to her extremely poor physical and mental condition, the Black Nun's consciousness has been circulating between hallucinations and reality, sweet dreams and nightmares.

"Oh? Professor Elson has started to act again." "Professor Elson's magic can make the undead in a large area completely out of control at the same time." "Hehe, it turns out that it still can't escape my attention. Professor Elson, are you attacking the core area? How brave." "Professor Elson"

During the few moments of wakefulness, the black nun always felt that the necromancer was always talking about Professor Elson.

Although, in this deadly labyrinth, the Necromancer probably had nothing else to say except Professor Elson, but it was still somewhat inconsistent with the Necromancer's arrogant attitude.

On the other hand, if she hadn't been very clear, she wouldn't have had time to come into contact with the "professor of magic". Sometimes the black sister felt that she might really be controlling the other party.

Obviously there was no connection at all, but the professor of magic did appear in this maze, and not only rescued her companions, but also clearly headed towards where she was.

why?
The Black Sister didn't even know if she should have any expectations.
Time continued to pass, and the extremely long period of time once again entered the nightmare stage.

And, at this moment, a ray of light suddenly appeared, as if it had created a gap in the darkness.

That's the sound.

The clear and loud female voice sounded completely out of place in the dark maze filled with bones.

The sound keeps echoing.

The black nun's chaotic mind suddenly became clear for a moment.

She seemed to understand.

Why, she had to be crucified and go through all this.

Why, someone she didn't know came to rescue her.

Why, she got that weird prop whose exact name she couldn't tell.

And why is she wearing the attire of a nun? And who does the identity that comes with the attire exist for?
"You are the black nun who has been recruiting members for my church without permission, right? Don't worry, I am not a suspicious person, but a real goddess! As proof, my voice cannot be heard except by my believers. For example, that 'corpse disaster' over there. And I am not here today to blame you for increasing the number of believers in the church. Before that, black nun~can you hear me? Are you in good health? Do you have the energy to communicate? Hey, Xiaoli, are you right? If I keep talking to myself, wouldn't it be embarrassing!"

It was the summer of 941 in the mainland calendar.

This day.
Although it was different from what the Black Sister had always imagined, she did hear it.

The voice of the goddess.

".So, that's the situation. We are here to save you. You may find it inexplicable why we would do such a thing, and whether there is some conspiracy or something like that. But at least I can guarantee that Professor Ritas, the founder of our Bath Goddess Church and the Grand Pope, is absolutely trustworthy! You should understand, right? It's the kind of person who, unless he is extremely bad, will be helpless with poor children and small animals. And the white cat...ah, she is not an animal either. Anyway, that's the reason. Ritas is helping your adventure group because he was commissioned by Alan and the white cat. As an adventurer, isn't the reason of 'accepting the commission' very convincing?"

"."

To be fair, the Black Nun certainly doesn't like those gods who are always high and mighty, saying "God loves the world" but treating even the slightest response as alms, and making believers burst into tears of gratitude with just some miracles like humorous stories.

But this goddess who has no sense of distance and is too talkative seems a bit
Following the goddess's advice, the black nun discussed the battle plan with a wink.

What the Black Sister needs to do is to slowly open her eyes when she is "right", close her eyes when she is "wrong", and let her gaze shake slightly when she is "not sure or not clear".

However, although it is called a battle plan, it is actually just about how the Black Nun will cooperate with Ritas and the Goddess of Bath to escape from the corpse disaster.

What surprised the Black Sister was that the one who was directing the scene was not the Bathing Goddess who could speak freely, but Ritas who was talking to the corpse disaster while conveying information through some body movements.

So she kept looking at this scene.

"Eh? Let's use the third method we discussed earlier? Is that really okay?"

Ritas was blinking.

"But, her body looks very weak. She looks even weaker when you get closer. Can she really withstand the side effects of the teleportation magic circle?"

Ritas was blinking.

"Speaking of which, why didn't the Corpse Disaster try to transform the Black Nun into a dead spirit? What do you mean? Clothes - is it because of this nun's uniform? If you look closely, there's not even a scratch on this clothing. The material is so strong."

Ritas first adjusted his collar, then blinked. It seemed that he made some gestures with his hands behind his back, which made the goddess of bathing very dissatisfied.

"This is necessary information! It's not nonsense!"

Although the communication efficiency is a bit low, it is proceeding steadily.

While they were discussing how to reunite and evacuate in an orderly manner, suddenly the corpse plague went crazy for some unknown reason and summoned a giant bone dragon.

It was only then that the Black Sister realized that she had not listened to what the Corpse Disaster was saying for some time. It was not easy to concentrate on talking to the Bathing Goddess while also paying attention to the Corpse Disaster.

The whole maze was caught in the shock, and the bone cross behind her was pulled out and became part of the bone dragon's body. The black nun fell heavily to the ground from mid-air and was briefly unconscious.

In a trance, amid the ubiquitous noise all around, the penetrating voice of the Bathing Goddess was still so clear.

"Um, Xiaoli, should we just run over there now and reunite with the Black Sister?"

Listening to the voice of the Bathing Goddess and looking at the corpse disaster's defenses which were even sparser than he had imagined, Ritas seemed to be quite overwhelmed.

Finally, he successfully reunited with the Black Nun and cast a teleportation magic.

"Meow!"

In the earth-shaking maze, the white cat, who was carrying two companions and barely moving forward, suddenly realized that the package delivered to him by Ritas began to emit a strong light.

Following the instructions, he hurriedly threw it into an open area, and in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in the center of the strong light.

After seeing the figure clearly, the white cat couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

Because, that figure was the black nun she had always been dreaming about.

The black nun's uniform was still strong without any cracks, but the black nun wrapped in the uniform was covered in blood and completely unconscious.

Just as the white cat was panicking, a running figure appeared from the direction of the maze entrance.

On the sloping slope in the distance, a blonde woman was standing on a parasol and descending quickly like she was skiing.

Courtline Elson. After receiving Ritas's letter, Courtline actually came to Suzuran Town as soon as possible. In the past few days, she has been fighting against the undead outside the maze with the adventurers.

Until the maze began to suddenly change, she decided that this was the best time and decisively left the team of adventurers and went deep into the maze.

After sliding around White Cat and the others, Courterine stepped hard on the handle of the parasol. As the parasol spun rapidly in the sky, Courterine also lightly jumped up and landed, buffered a few steps, and then reached out to catch the handle of the parasol that just flew to her hand.

Facing Courtline who suddenly appeared in front of him at a speed that was almost too fast for him to react, the white cat instinctively arched its back and let out a low growl of warning.

"Hey~ It's just like what Cece said, cats are easier to recognize than people in this town. This white cat of yours should be the one that has been acting with my brother, Ritas, right?"

After hearing Ritas' name, the white cat's vigilance did not relax, but it was much more relaxed than before when it was about to explode with anger.

"Oh? You can understand what I say? Then. Where is he?"

When Courterine asked, the goddess of bathing, who seemed to have just realized that Ritas was gone, cried out in surprise.

"Eh? Xiao Li didn't teleport out with us? What is he doing here? No, this is not the time to talk about this, White Cat, hurry up and show Kurt the way down!"

The Bathing Goddess, who once again felt the inconvenience brought by the "encrypted communication" mechanism, urged anxiously.

The white cat, which usually ignored the goddess of bathing, tried to point the direction for Courtline with its front paws.

"I see. You're really smart. Hmm, I wonder if we can have one at home."

After confirming the direction, Courtline took action again.

After finding that there was no slope suitable for sliding like before, Courteney opened the parasol and raised it.

Following the quick and accurate chanting, a strong and violent wind filled the interior of the parasol.

Then, Courtline flew into the air holding the parasol and continued to rush towards the direction where Ritas was.

Looking at Courtline's back and recalling her identity as the Sword Saint's disciple, the Bathing Goddess breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tsk, that umbrella has so many functions."

The deepest part of the collapsing black maze.

The blow from the bone dragon's giant claws caused a lot of smoke and dust.

But it was just smoke and dust.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, one could see the protective barrier that firmly held Ritas in the center, emitting a strong light.

Ritas faced the huge monster that exuded the breath of death. In comparison, his body was not even as big as a knuckle of the bone dragon.
"If it was a complete body, it would be worthy of the name 'Disaster'."

Obviously, he did not feel threatened by the bone dragon.

Ritas, who no longer had to worry about the Black Nun and therefore no longer had to perform, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Teleportation magic? If I remember correctly, that was also a taboo in the academic world. Before that, you were able to use magic normally?"

A thunderous roar burst out from the bone dragon's mouth.

The Black Nun had apparently escaped, which was a huge loss for the Corpse Plague.

It was not known whether he was trying to cover up the matter or if he had really lost interest in the Black Nun, the Corpse Disaster just kept asking this.

Because the sound made by the bone dragon was too similar to the roar, Ritas hesitated for a moment before he could figure out what the corpse disaster was saying.

"Is it strange? Your 'Terror' died in our academy and left us the 'Grail of Sin'. If that's the case, why do you think we can't find a way to counter it?"

Ritas took out a palm-sized lantern from his package and held it high.

"Since you can brazenly call the dirty cup you made the 'Holy Grail of Sin', then this lantern from the wise man Susola, which gathers the knowledge and wisdom of the father of magic tools, should also be called the 'Lamp of Light'."

The soft light emanating from the "Lamp of Light" continued to dispel the black fog that filled the area.

".Even if you can use magic, what can you do?"

The corpse disaster slowly raised its giant claws, and its previous anger seemed to gradually subside.

Adjusting one's heart is a compulsory course for mages. Therefore, for a skilled mage, it is not difficult to quickly stay calm and composed. It should be said that mages who lose their composure as easily as Corpse Disaster are rare.

"I admit that you have won my respect again, Professor Elson. Therefore, after you become my contracted undead, I will give you more autonomy. So much so that even if you claim to be my collaborator, I will not correct you. Come on, there is no harm in cooperating with me. I think you have long been tired of the cumbersome restrictions and dogmas in the magic world, and despise those elders who only occupy high positions but are extremely incompetent. Come with me, tear everything apart, destroy it, and then reorganize it."

"Want to come?"

Ritas repeated the word said by the corpse disaster, and an expression gradually gathered on his face, which even people who were familiar with Ritas had rarely seen.

The utmost contempt.

"Let me tell you what 'I think' means. I think you are the kind of person who has never looked down on the pioneers who have gone down in history, right? Take the history of magic as an example. I think you have never thought that any sage in history is remarkable. Discovering magic particles? It's just that he was born earlier. I think you could have done it at that time. 'Truth Peeping Mirror'? That kind of simple tool, I think you can make it with your eyes closed. I don't know what those ignorant and stupid people at that time were chasing after. I can only say that those pioneers were lucky enough to be born in a period when everything about magic was still a blank sheet of paper. Otherwise, I think you would be the one who discovered, explored, and invented those things, and you would also be the one who received all the praise and admiration."

"."

In the silence of the corpse disaster, Ritas shrugged his shoulders slightly and let out a low and strange laugh.
"Let me think about it again. You said you 'abandoned' the magic world. But in fact, you were expelled from the world like a stray dog, so you hate everything so much. I think the reason is the research on necromancy. And the reason why you study necromancy, I think, is not because you are so curious and persistent about the mystery of life and death, and the root of the soul. It's just that no one was studying necromancy at the time, and no one dared to touch it. And you think those people are too stupid, because it is obviously a shortcut to the top. As for the fact that this shortcut did not work, you can only bark in this ditch-like place now. I think it's not because you are incompetent, you are more stupid than you think. It's those damned elders who 'only occupy high positions but are extremely incompetent' who hinder you out of jealousy and fear."

Ritas continued to repeat the word in a rather demonic tone.

"I want to come"

"enough!"

The corpse disaster was once again unable to suppress its emotions, causing the bone dragon it was attached to to roar.

Perhaps he was so angry that Corpse Disaster didn't even utter another harsh word and just let the Skeleton Dragon raise its huge head.

In the mouth of the decayed dragon, black flames with a texture as sticky as mud emerged and began to gather, expand, and condense.
(End of this chapter)