I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 398

Chapter 105: The Mage Academy

However, this was all thanks to the Certificate of Kingship and the Reverse Fate Points.

Only with the Certificate of Kingship could the False King gain strength, and the Reverse Fate Points not only activated the path to kingship but also significantly accelerated the process.

Rowling had also collected the Certificate of Kingship, but without any Reverse Fate Points. According to her notes, her speed of digesting the Certificate of Kingship was measured in months, far slower than my own.

Unfortunately, I had to conserve the Reverse Fate Points.

Just to be safe, I needed to keep at least a few Reverse Fate Points to activate something substantial like the Blade of the Former King. Putting everything into the path of kingship would be rather unwise.

For now, I was prepared.

The rest depended on the actions of the Mage Academy.

——————————

As time went on, the public discussions about the civil war within the Mage Academy reached a climax on the weekend.

The Mage Academy officially deployed troops, besieging the various strongholds of the Purple Mage faction, particularly focusing on the Cassandra Family Mansion.

Of course, the focus of discussion wasn’t about winning or losing, but rather lamenting the decline of the Purple Mage faction, the shifts within the Mage Academy, and the long-anticipated return of war.

Regardless of who it concerned, this was an overwhelmingly one-sided war with a foregone conclusion.

Not only the common folk but even the higher-ups shared this sentiment.

In the Candle Tower of the Academy City, within the Mage Assembly.

Above the heads of numerous mages, a grand round table floated in the great hall, enhanced by a seven-colored array.

Seated around the seven seats were figures in various robes, representing the leaders of each major school, symbolizing the pinnacle of power within the Mage Academy.

However, the seat belonging to the Purple Mage faction was now occupied, and the purple array beneath the round table no longer glowed.

There were no occupants in the orange seats.

The other leaders of the factions were not surprised by this.

Reed, the head of the Red Mage faction, dressed in a scarlet robe with a thick, fiery beard, frowned and remarked, “Ian didn’t show up again… Well, I declare this session officially begun!”

As he spoke, a massive magical screen appeared in the air.

Through the projection of familiars, they were able to observe the latest situation regarding the Cassandra Family Mansion.

From the overhead viewpoint in the projection, it was clear that the mage groups of the six major factions had completely surrounded the mansion, while mid-tier Extraordinary Beings led by Malfoy had already entered the mansion for final negotiations.

Or rather, coaxing them to surrender.

The mages below couldn’t help but laugh.

“I say, why negotiate? Just start attacking already.”

“Haha, don’t say that, we should at least give them some face.”

“And being cautious is a good thing.”

“Come on, what face is there to give to traitors colluding with Cultists? What kind of storm can a measly Purple Mage faction stir up? We should just get rid of them!”

Laughter erupted below, and in fact, such radical views had become the absolute mainstream.

In response, a sigh was heard from the round table.

Bacris, the head of the Yellow Mage faction, a middle-aged gentleman with a small mustache, shook his head.

“If only it were that simple.”

On the other side, a weak-looking youth with round glasses, White, the head of the White Mage faction, chuckled.

“Mr. Bacris is overthinking it, isn’t he? No matter how powerful Dia is, he can’t possibly stand up to all six of our major factions, right?”

“Looking on the bright side, he might just surrender outright to avoid bloodshed…”

“Long live peace!” A middle-aged uncle in a blue robe lazily shouted, then collapsed like a salted fish onto his seat.

Draco, the head of the Blue Mage faction, looked helplessly at his naive colleague. “White, I understand your sentiment.”

“Normal people don’t want to fight unnecessary battles. But who’s going to collude with Cultists other than people who aren’t normal?”

His gaze sharpened. “And besides, that guy Dia never lets himself be slaughtered without a fight.”

The lady in the blue robe chimed in, glancing meaningfully at Reed, the head of the Red Mage faction. “Exactly. If we act rashly, we might end up at a disadvantage.”

Despite the years leaving their marks on Brené, the head of the Blue Mage faction, they also granted her a calm demeanor.

“In my opinion, we should plan carefully and ally with the Holy Light Church.”

“Em… but those guys aren’t exactly reliable, are they?” The head of the Blue Mage faction grimaced.

White, the head of the White Mage faction, suddenly raised his fist in a fluster, summoning his courage. “I—I think our own strength is enough; we can’t leave our civil war to outsiders!”

“That’s true, but Cultists are cunning. If our faction fails, we’ll only have ourselves to blame. Relying solely on ourselves in this fight could be quite embarrassing,” Bacris replied, lifting his red tea with a raised eyebrow and a bitter smile.

In no time, the others inevitably began to debate.

Until finally, Reed, the head of the Red Mage faction, let out a deep sigh. His voice, though not loud, conveyed a sense of resolution and authority.

“Enough.”

“What’s decided is decided; what’s the use in discussing this now?”

“We, the Mage Academy, will handle our own affairs.”

“War inevitably carries risks. Be it Cultists or Dia, such risks can’t be avoided. But the Mage Academy is not to be trifled with!”

“Those who dare contradict the righteousness of humanity must pay the price!”

The weight of Reed’s authority silenced everyone present.

And it was precisely because of his undeniable resolve and the formidable support of the Red mages that the factions, with their differing opinions, managed to reluctantly reach a consensus to jointly eliminate the Purple Mage faction.

Each of the seven factions played their part, but in terms of military strength, the Red, Blue, and Purple factions clearly surpassed the others. Among them, the Red Mage faction stood out as the strongest.

But just when the council finally quieted, an ominous chuckle echoed from the side.

The five individuals present all trembled slightly, shaken to varying degrees.

“After all these years, you still haven’t changed one bit.”

“Even with such a minor matter, you still need to squabble; the seven-colored factions have truly fallen.”

A figure cloaked in black mist slowly drifted in, outlining a vague humanoid shape in the seat of the Purple Mage faction, emanating an ominous and chilling aura.

The head of the Blue Mage faction immediately turned serious.

“Eik… this isn’t a place for you!”

“Isn’t it? But the Purple Mage faction is now practically defunct. By rules, my Black Mage faction should be able to take its place,” Eik paused, a hint of mockery creeping into his voice. “Let’s not forget, in this battle, my Black Mage faction has contributed quite a bit.”

“And it’s time for you to pay me back what you owe!”

The shadow solidified, exuding an even deeper sense of oppression.

The frigid proclamation carried no emotion yet radiated an unmistakable sense of dominance and determination.

The five present couldn’t help but freeze, their expressions turning grim.

But at that moment, from the opposite direction of the head of the Black Mage faction, another figure draped in a gray robe floated into view.

The previously arrogant Eik couldn’t help but tremble slightly, his tone laced with wariness.

For what approached was none other than the most powerful mage of the age, one of the top high-tier Extraordinary Beings of Veszyra.

“The Sage…”

“Long time no see, Mr. Eik.”

The phantom of Booker displayed a warm smile as he casually landed in the seat of the Orange Mage faction.

“Why aren’t you off teaching your little disciples? What brings you to the academy?”

“Just a reminder, my Academy also contributed significantly to this battle. As a mentor, I should check in on the youth, shouldn’t I?”

Eik narrowed his eyes, opting not to respond.

It was said that The Sage Booker shunned worldly affairs and had long since retired, but Eik had never believed such nonsense.

But what of it?

Even if he was The Sage, he was just a tiger caged in a zoo; he couldn’t disrupt his plans in the slightest.

Eik looked up, glancing toward a corner of the crowd in the projection, where a brown figure smirked coldly in the shadows.

My dear apprentice, the gifts of fate are never free; now, you too must pay the price.