Elia had never been treated with such contempt before.
Who would dare to say something like that directly to her face? Even people of her status, such as a Princess, will be unable to say such things to her.
Despite this, he was a mere mortal. Elia had no idea whether the student was a noble or a commoner, but it didn't matter at this point.
If she lets go of such a disgraceful act against her, her name isn't Elia.
I could feel her energy radiating outward. It appears that I've completely enraged her. What a sight to behold.
She looked beautiful even when she was incensed. All of the elves' imaginations did not disappoint me.
They were truly amazing beings!
Swoosh!As the final magician dropped to the ground, a faint noise echoed. The mage couldn't keep up with the quick movements of the injured and weary Eliza and perished.Eliza was awakened by the voice of a newly arriving swordsman foe."You messed up our plans, and you will pay dearly for it.""That depends on whether you have c-capability!"Eliza isn't going to lie and say she wasn't exhausted.She had been fighting nonstop for the past few days, and with foes who could defeat her."We'll have to see about that!"The bulky swordsmen charged Eliza, who had recently fought the magici
I ignored everyone's stares; some were perplexed, others were enraged, and some couldn't care less. "You have been healed." As I pulled my hand off her abdomen, I said. The recent battle had reopened the wound on her abdomen, so I had to make certain that it was properly repaired this time. "Wow, that was quick. I suppose I should get used to it." Eliza gave me a sweet smile. 'No, please don't...My heart can't handle it.' "No, please." When I was done, the tent's entrance opened and a person entered. I wished I didn't have to see her again. Selena, the instructor.
"It has to be him."I came to a halt and muttered those words.The entity that blanketed the entire sky was a monster of Epic level.I'm not even sure if calling it a monster would be rude.[Epic Rank - Asena the Great Wolf]Level-???HP-?????ATK-????DEF-???Speed-??Mana-??Skills-?{???}I got no information from the status I saw.But I haven't been slacking in terms of honing my talents either.I had a basic idea of the monster's stats.
The wolf's tail was raised in the air."Many people will die, but it is not our fault." There is nothing we can do here."When she heard Riel's words, Eliza's face distorted.The tail then swung against the knights, preparing to annihilate them.With tears in their eyes, the students watched and shook. The tears prickling in the eyes of the girls made the boy's lips tremble in powerlessness.They averted their gaze with quivering lips, unable to bear the sight of the knights.Shing!To everyone's surprise, the swung tail was forced back as the beast almost stumbled.A figure sailed across t
[Staggering Smite] It was a skill I had used relatively regularly, a skill that hit as soon as it was cast. I obtained it when I got my Dragon Sentinal class. But the adversary was unaware of this. Randolf just scoffed and cast his own magic. But, to his amazement, he simply felt a massive amount of mana appear in front of him before being immediately hit. Burst! The sound of the magic being cast echoed around the room. I smiled when it hit. The dust had dispersed, and what stood before me was an unscratched Randolf. Obviously, I didn't expect the spell to deal considerable damag
Randolf, who had been altered into an Undead by that woman's touch, had no memories. Despite this, he possessed all of Randolf's abilities and expertise when he was alive. Undead creatures were entities who had transcended the plane of the universe, and their very existence was a curse to the planet. He remembered the single command he had received. "Demolish the academy." Randolf shuddered as he remembered the woman's remarks. Having an undead body also has advantages that a normal person cannot imagine. A never-ending supply of mana. When you combine a high-rank mage with a body t
Selena walked along the lane, her heart in her throat. Her steps were heavy as she reflected on the student's sacrifice.Then she remembered the first time she encountered him when he was blindly attacking the training dummy with his friend, who had no technique.Her first impression of him was dreadful.She had no idea he'd come to amaze her again and time again.She was confident that in a few years, that boy would have attained her level of strength. That was how highly she...no, not only her but even the headmaster, who had lived for millennia and had seen and met innumerable so-called "geniuses."A genius who appears only once every thousand years.But none of that mattered i
Tap.Tap.Tap.Footsteps sounded over the battlefield as a woman appeared out of nowhere.Simon was drenched in sweat.If he was asked who he was most afraid of in the world, his answer would not be the Duke he worked for, the royal family that ruled the Brightwing empire, nor the Judge of the Holy Church.His response would be the stunning yet slightly petite woman who was glaring at him.Cleo, the Academy's headmaster."It appears that my absence has caused people to disregard my academy," Cleo sneered."No..No..not at all!"Simon hurriedly responded, bending down and bowing profusely.
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse