The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 60, Section 57: Gretel's Fury!

Alamir completely ignored the confused looks the humans were giving him. Under their astonished gazes, he lightly tapped the school in front of him with his fingertip.

"Dissociation!"

A dazzling golden light shot out from the elf's damp fingertips and struck the school in front of it.

Click click click.

Grete's pupils dilated slightly.

Reflected in his eyes was the scene of this simple yet cozy rock building crumbling into dust and collapsing with a crash.

Clang.

The rock structure shattered into countless fragments, collapsing completely with a tremendous roar, kicking up a cloud of choking dust.

Ten years later, the little house that held Grete and Shiluka's childhood memories and the magical dreams of the entire Rolling Stone Village, the very beginning of all that was beautiful, vanished in the face of an intruder.

"My school! My school! You blew up my school!"

When little Anna saw the school collapse into dust, she burst into tears, tears streaming down her face.

"You madman, what are you doing?! This is our school. This is where the children go to school!"

Joseph suddenly sobered up, dropped the bottle in his hand with a clatter to the ground, and was so angry that he almost lost his balance.

This is the place where he spent the most brilliant 10 years of his life.

Grete and Shiluka's faces suddenly darkened as they watched the building crumble into finer powder, and beautiful memories of their childhood flashed through their minds.

"In addition to the fact that killing civilians on the ground has been made illegal, there is another piece of good news."

“We will build schools on the surface of the earth, where there will be dedicated teachers to teach magic. You and other children can come and learn for free.”

"In time, perhaps you will become a spellcaster just as powerful as us!"

"The reason we must learn arcane magic is because we humans are a race without the protection of any racial deity; we can only rely on ourselves!"

"Your basic academic studies are finished. Tomorrow you can officially begin learning magic!"

"Today, let's draw on the skull together..."

"..."

They recalled every day spent in that simple, cramped classroom, the earnest posture of Mr. Joseph as he drew spell models on the podium, and the laughter of themselves as they picked up their paintbrushes and drew on orc skeletons.

"Elf, what do you want to do in human land?"

Gret, with his head slightly lowered, face gloomy, and eyes lifeless, took two steps forward and questioned in a low voice.

"Oh, me,"

The sun elf mage Alamir looked at the collapsed human school, then turned his head with a mixture of pride and relief:

"I came here with the intention of killing all the humans in this country who can use magic."

"Tell me quickly, where are all the other humans who can use magic, besides the floating city?"

"Don't even think about protecting them, or we'll kill you all too!"

"I see..." Gret's lips curled up slightly:

"We are humans who possess magic."

"Yes, yes, yes. I can do magic too!" Hearing her brother's words, even the little sister Anna raised her hand, and crackling golden lightning flashed and disappeared at her fingertips.

Joseph and Shiluka also suddenly became alert and prepared for battle.

"Oh, you are all humans who can use magic. It's very convenient for me to gather here."

Alamir—the Sun Elf mage who had believed in the superiority of the Elven race since birth—looked at the four people in front of him and a bright smile bloomed on his face.

"Two adults and two children. Let's just kill them all at once."

"What poor children. If you hadn't gone to learn magic, I might have taken pity on you and let you go."

"After I kill you all, I will blow up the floating city in the sky, annihilating all the spellcasters of this human kingdom." "You will regret ever touching arcane magic. This represents the truth of the world, knowledge that is not for you hairless monkeys to know..."

Gret, standing at the very front, listened to Alamir's incessant chatter, his expression darkening further. He turned to his sisters and teacher beside him, gave them a look, and lowered his voice:

"Shiluka, Anna, Professor Joseph, you may step aside."

"I'll deal with this elf."

"Judging from the magical fluctuations I sense, this is a [Elementary Legendary] spellcaster..."

After hearing Grete's words, the three of them tacitly withdrew.

Hilka, with a bewildered Anna in tow, and Joseph together, were about to turn and leave.

Watching his little sister Anna being led away in a daze, Grete had a sudden thought. Recalling what he had said to his sister before, he added a few more words:
"Anna, do you remember what I told you before?"

"Ten years have passed, and we, the people of Eldoron, have enjoyed a hard-won peace for the past decade."

"Ten years have passed. Ever since those ferocious and bloodthirsty orcs were driven away, new alien invaders have set foot on our human land..."

"Human peace was bought with war. What our predecessors could do, we, the new generation of mages and warlocks, can do today, and we can do it even better..."

Invaders of a different race, just like orcs...

Upon hearing this familiar example, Anna instantly understood her brother's words and realized who the elf in front of her really was.

The little girl turned her head, and a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes, which had been glistening with tears:
"So, brother, you will defeat the bad guys who invaded our country and wanted to kill us all, right?"

Grete gave him a warm smile:

"I can't take him on alone..."

"But don't forget, this is human land. I have many companions."

Watching his sisters and teacher walk away, Gret turned back and confronted Alamir again.

“Little brat, you don’t think they can get away? After I kill you, I can go after them and kill them right away.”

Alamir raised his chin high, looking down at the boy in front of him with a superior posture.

"Elf, you set foot on human land to kill me, and all the magical humans in all of Eldoron, right?"

"Whether they are elderly people on their deathbeds or innocent children?"

"Yes!" Alamir's tone was devoid of any emotion.

“Good,” Gret said, satisfied with the answer. His previously gloomy face suddenly lifted, and he looked directly at the elven mage before him, his eyes gleaming with a crimson light.

"So you must have been prepared to be killed, right?"

The next instant, the boy suddenly raised his right hand.

A raging, scorching fire swept towards Alamir!

The sun elf mage gave a cold smile, stood with his hands behind his back, looking quite relaxed.
"Human magic is nothing but child's play. I can stand here without moving, and the protective spells I cast beforehand are more than enough..."

But in the next instant, his gaze suddenly froze.

"Wait? No! This power..."

Ten years later, the crimson light once again illuminated the sky above Rolling Stone, brighter than on the night of the orc attack.

Rumble.

The people of Rolling Stone Town, the mid-level battle mage team that rushed there after hearing about the elven mage attack, Gutt who had just descended from Sky City to the ground, and the mage apprentices practicing magic at home...

Almost everyone in Rolling Stone at that moment raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

A thick, crimson pillar of fire pushed an incredibly tiny figure, tearing through the sky.

"Ahhh!"

The elf's astonished cry echoed throughout the entire town of Rolling Stone.

(End of this chapter)