Wizard World Irregular

Blazing flames spread like wildfire, but the members of the Asta Family within the residence all worked together to extinguish the flames.

Oscar walked out from the hellish scene with blood streaming down his left arm.

However, ignoring his injury, he looked very calm as if the injury he received wasn’t a big deal.

Samara, who was already a mile away from the residence, looked behind her with a frown.

The Samara who had met with Oscar wasn’t her real body, but merely her tail that she had cut off.

‘I guess I read him wrongly,’ Samara thought as she left hurriedly. ‘It seems that I made a mistake by coming here.’

What Samara didn’t know was that the Kingdom of Eastshire already knew that the Fomorians would be coming to the Shire Continent.

Because of this, they had made adequate preparations that would allow them to identify these invaders whose main purpose was to cause chaos within their Domain.

The Asta Family was one of the Ancient Wizard Families who had participated in the war against the Fomorians.

While it was true that Oscar hated Ethan, he knew that the Fomorians were a greater threat to his family than the teenage boy who had been keeping a low profile in Brynhildr Academy.

“Send a message to the King as well as to the Nobles on our Faction,” Oscar ordered as he waved his sword, instantly extinguishing the flames behind him. “Tell him that the Fomorians have finally revealed themselves.”

“Yes, Patriarch!” The Butler of the residence bowed his head respectfully as he headed to the Aviary to dispatch dozens of ravens that would spread the news of Oscar’s encounter with a Fomorian.

In just a span of a few hours, more Ravens flew in the skies of Eastshire, spreading the news to every corner of the realm.

Even the Magistratus received the news. Gaeneron was forced to drop whatever he was doing and he dispatched the Magistratus to patrol their respective areas of responsibility.

All of them were equipped with artifacts that could detect a Fomorian's presence as long as they were nearby. They hoped that using a carpet search across Eastshire would help them track the woman whom Oscar had fought against.

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Meanwhile, in Brynhildr Academy…

“They’re finally here,” Professor Rinehart sighed after reading the letter that had arrived at his office during the middle of the night. “Barret, don’t go anywhere for the next few days. I need you here in the academy.”

Professor Barret nodded. “Should I also inform Enzo about this?”

“Yes,” Professor Rinehart replied. “We will need all the help we can get. I’m sure that they will come to the academy sooner or later. After all, the thing that they are looking for is here.”

Professor Barret sighed because this was indeed the case. “It will be best if you visit Koko and Broodmother. They have the right to know. Also, inform the other leaders of the Great Eagle Forest. The sooner they know the news, the better.”

Professor Rinehart nodded before snapping his fingers.

A second later, the Headmaster of the Academy disappeared from his office and reappeared in the center of the Great Eagle Forest.

Pointing his wand to his throat, Professor Rinehart magnified his voice and called out to the leaders of the Great Eagle Forest for an emergency meeting.

“Our old enemies have appeared in the Shire Continent,” Professor Rinehart said, his voice traveling across the entirety of the forest, catching the attention of the leaders of the races that were living inside of it.

“Sooner or later, they will arrive in this place. So, everyone, please be prepared. We will once again have to fight.”

After he delivered his message, several powerful presences rushed in his direction.

They were the chieftains of their respective races, which had formed an alliance with Professor Rinehart, allowing everyone to co-exist within the Great Eagle Forest.

Koko, Broodmother, the Unicorn, as well as the leader of the Great Eagles entered the clearing where the Headmaster was waiting for them.

This night was bound to be a long one, and all of them would spend several hours discussing the countermeasures that they would make the moment their enemies entered their Domain.

While all of this was happening, the Wills of Fortis Dud, Svend Terra, Magni Jaeger, Eileifr Eques (Lyle), and Agmundr Schwartz gathered in the Forbidden Section of the Library.

“Just to be clear, all of us have chosen our Champions, right?” Fortis Dud asked.

“Of course,” Lyle replied. “I even chose two of them! Aren’t I amazing?”

“Well, there’s no rule stating that you can’t have more than one Champion,” Fortis Dud smirked. “Good job, Lyle.”

“Hahaha!” Lyle laughed, feeling very proud of himself.

“I think everyone here has chosen their Champions, no?” Magni Jaeger arched an eyebrow as he scanned the faces of his colleagues.

Svend Terranand Agmundr Schwartz nodded at the same time. Just like the others, they had also chosen their Champions who would play a role in defending the academy against outside threats.

“How about we all make a bet?” Lyle proposed. “Let’s see who among our Champions will perform well in the upcoming conflict.”

“There you go again,” Fortis Dud rolled his eyes at the peppy brat who was addicted to gambling.

“What’s wrong?” Lyle smirked. “Are you afraid that my Champions will surpass your precious Ethan? Are you scared? Bok! Bok! Bok! Bok bok!”

Lyle moved his arms imitating a chicken, making all the Wills of the Founders sigh at the same time.

“You’re really confident that you’re going to win, huh?” Magni Jaeger curled up his lips into a smirk. “Well, I don’t mind joining this bet. But, what will be the wager?”

“What else?” Lyle placed his hands on his waist before raising his chin. “Brynhildr, of course!”

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The four other Founders of the Academy were very tempted to beat the crap out of the little boy who proposed that the Guardian Deity of their academy be used as a prize for the winner of their betting game.

Of course, none of them agreed to it. Brynhildr was an integral part of the academy.

This was also why they had named it Brynhildr Academy in the first place, because that was the name of its Guardian.

“For the time being, we should also prepare to activate the other defensive formations of the academy,” Svend Terra said with the intention of ignoring Lyle, who was currently being pinned down by Fortis Dud and Magni Jaeger.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Agmundr Schwartz nodded. “But I have a feeling that the Fomorian that was recently sighted is only part of a scouting party. Their main force is still in Midgard.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Fortis Dud stated. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

All the Founders knew what was at stake, so they didn’t hesitate to activate the ancient formations that were in the foundation of the academy.

With just a thought from them, the place which served as an educational institution would instantly turn into a fortress, capable of withstanding a siege even from the strongest warriors of the Fomorian Race.