Dark Magus Returns

While the group was settling into their dorm rooms, meticulously arranging their belongings and making the space their own, Raze noticed something peculiar. An envelope, softly glowing with an ethereal light, slipped in from beneath the door. It floated gracefully into the center of the room, hovering mid-air until Raze reached out and plucked it from the air.

“Man, every time I see magic, it really amazes me,” Liam exclaimed, his eyes wide. “So that was a floating magical letter? How does that even work?”

“There are two methods,” Raze explained patiently, his voice calm and precise. “Either the letter itself is an enchanted item, fused with a power source like a power stone, giving it a particular use, or it was a wind spell with a magic circle that gave it a specific set of instructions. If it’s an enchanted item, then the letter can be used again and again. It would stay floating in the air until it ran out of energy, but it would only be able to perform what its enchantment allowed. If the other method was used, then mana can be used, and there’s no need for a power stone. With mana, the spell will eventually fade away until someone would have to cast it again.”

Raze simplified the explanation for their benefit, knowing they only had a basic understanding of magic.

“Wait, so if we got our hands on enchanted items as well, like some of the artifacts we have, it could appear like we’re using magic, and no one would be able to tell the difference?” Liam asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Correct,” Raze confirmed with a nod. “I believe Rekoton… or Repton, I can’t remember his name right now, but the one from the Dark Faction student, he had an artifact that could turn his Qi into flames. To the mages, they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. They might be confused since they wouldn’t feel the flow of mana, but they’d suspect other things were at play before thinking you were using a source of energy they had never even heard of before.”

Things were starting to look up for the group. Maybe they could pull off their deception in the academy after all. As long as they acquired some artifacts that mimicked the effects of magic.

“Just a note,” Raze added, a serious tone entering his voice. “The artifacts that all of you have are far too powerful. They would be considered treasures to some academies and guilds. So it’s best you keep them hidden unless you absolutely need to fight.”

As he carefully opened the letter, Raze’s expression shifted, a subtle look of satisfaction spreading across his face. He was visibly pleased with the results.

“It appears as if my plan worked,” Raze declared, a triumphant glint in his eyes. “All of us will be in Class A together.”

The letter contained each of their names with the class they would be attending, and every single one of them had an ‘A’ proudly displayed next to it. Raze had been a little worried that the mages might try to separate the group or attempt something else due to his deliberate actions during the assessment. However, he figured their curiosity would get the better of them, and it was far easier to keep an eye on the entire group if they were all in one place.

At the end of the letter, it stated that if Raze destroyed it with his magic in the morning, it would reveal their schedule as Class A students, as well as a shimmering trail indicating where they needed to go for their first lesson. Meanwhile, the others were buzzing with excitement, unable to contain their anticipation.

“So our lessons start tomorrow at the mage academy?” Safa asked, her eyes sparkling. “I wonder if I’ll be able to utilize more of my spells. I have a lot of mana, and my star level… it’s currently at four stars, right?”

Safa’s star levels were a strange case. She possessed incredibly strong Light mana powers, far exceeding what her star level and magic core should have been capable of. If anything, what seemed to be lacking was her affinity with Light magic. She wouldn’t struggle with breaking through like others, as long as she continued to increase her affinity by healing people. Also, it appeared as if Safa, during her intense fight against Simyon, had experienced a breakthrough without even realizing it—a field, an area where no one would get hurt as her light magic did all of the work.

Raze didn’t have anything to worry about when it came to Safa. Most of the mages in the school would be at the three-star level, some at four, and maybe one or two at five. The main concern was when they eventually reached the Central Academy, and if they could gather and utilize whatever they learned from this academy to aid them at that crucial point.

“We have to be careful from now on, though, right?” Beatrix said, a hint of nervousness in her voice. “After all, there are going to be mages who are the most skilled in our classes; they’ll be watching our every move. I wonder if I’ll mess up.”

“We can’t mess up,” Raze added, his gaze firm. “This is the most important part for us all. We need to make sure we impress them, no matter what it takes.”

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The next day arrived swiftly. When everyone changed into their academy uniforms, they deftly placed their regular clothes into their rings, thanks to Raze’s instruction. He showed them how they could use the enchanted items to summon out their clothes and swap them with the school uniform. The uniform itself was quite striking: a crisp white blazer with bold blue highlights running down the sleeves, paired with a matching blue shirt. It was flashy, to say the least, but still allowed for plenty of movement for the others.

Following the shimmering trail left behind by the letter, the group followed Raze down the hall. That’s when they saw it: the corridor was absolutely teeming with students. Everyone was either walking to their lessons or simply leisurely standing around in the grand halls, chatting animatedly with each other.

As the new group of students walked past, though, they couldn’t help but feel the intense stares coming from every direction.

“This is normal, right, I guess?” Beatrix whispered, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. “It reminds me of the days when I first joined the Light Faction clans and got a promotion, only for some reason, I feel even more nervous.”

“Maybe it’s because we know we’re all a fake,” Liam muttered under his breath.

Safa immediately kicked him on the shin. “What if someone hears you? We’re going to get a lot of attention because we’re now Class A students!”

What the group didn’t realize was that, at the time of their assessment, quite a lot of the students had witnessed their test. So they had an inkling that they were heading to Class A, and the rumors had already spread like wildfire that they were going to be attending Class A.

“I can’t wait for the drama that’s going to happen,” one of the students whispered, loud enough to be overheard. “Those higher-up mages and guild mages aren’t going to like it.”

“Right, right,” another student agreed. “As far as I know, with these transfers, they don’t belong to anyone notable.”

Even at Wilton Magic Academy, those at the top always had some type of connection or were well-known in one way or another. They had family members who worked in high government positions, or those who were the sons and daughters of members in well-known guilds. So even though it wasn’t the Central Mage Academy, the students here still carried a certain notoriety to their names. This was especially true for those in Class A. There would be students with military connections, Guild connections, and even more powerful positions. As for the transfer students, no one knew anything about them. When looking at their ordinary, dull, boring faces, they appeared as nobodies, which only got the other students more excited for what was to come.

Eventually, the group arrived at their designated classroom and stood before the large door before stepping inside.

“I guess we just sit anywhere, right? Good thing we’re early, let’s head to the same place together,” Liam claimed, already eyeing a cluster of empty desks.

As they walked over, they could still hear the whispers, even from those who were already in Class A—a class that specialized in teaching the fifty best students in the entire academy.

“That’s them, right? I heard that some of the other students were going to form a committee to try and get them kicked out of the class.”

“Right, to get them to talk to the principal and ask them to leave. I guess it is kind of unfair for those to come halfway through the school year.”

“Do you think the principal is going to care about that, though? The only thing they are going to care about is results.”

Interrupting the students’ incessant chatter, the teacher, Redrick, walked in and headed directly to the podium at the front of the room.

“It looks like we have some interesting newcomers today… It’s exciting for everyone, right?” Redrick said, his gaze sweeping over the five new faces with a knowing smirk.

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