Wizard World Irregular

“The representatives from the different Shire States are arriving one by one,” Professor Barret said to the chained up Ethan in front of him. “But aside from them, some Headmasters from the different academies had also decided to join the meeting.

“Do you still remember Nero Maddox from Nightfall Academy? He’s one of the Headmasters who will be joining the conference.”

Ethan wanted to nod, but it was hard to do so while hanging upside down, so he just blinked twice as if telling Professor Barret that he could put him down now.

The Professor chuckled and released Ethan slowly, making his body slide on the ground of the training room.

The two of them were fighting without using Domains or Resonances. The Ex-Magistratus had already trained Ethan on how he could effectively use his Domains to his advantage.

The battle against the Fomorians was proof of that.

Now, he just needed to drill Ethan with combat strategies that would allow him to effectively deal with enemies who were stronger than him without needing to use his Trump Cards.

Unfortunately, it was still too early for Ethan, so he was unable to land a hit on the Professor.

“As you may already know, most academies send their students on difficult missions. Since the possibility of fighting against Fomorians in the future is very high, the Headmasters need to know what they are up against.

“The Grand Conference will take place two days from now, but the representatives from the entire Shire Continent will be arriving today or tomorrow. Till then, do your best to keep a low profile.

“I’m sure some of them would come to find you on their own. You’re free to interact with them however you like, but do be careful. Some of them have ill intentions for coming here.

“If I remember correctly, there are even Nobles from Eastshire who want to have you put on trial in front of everyone. But thanks to King Austen’s latest move of demoting the most vocal ones within their Ranks, the rest closed their mouths… at least for now.”

The Nobles who hired Mercenaries, Bandits, Bounty Hunters, and even Assassins to target Ethan’s Grandparents had all been captured.

After the Magistratus tortured them, they revealed information about who their employers were, and their names were then sent to King Austen.

The King acted quickly and demoted these people, including Langston’s father, Zack Kerr.

“You might have some helpers among the Magistratus,” Professor Barret commented. “They seemed to be overly eager, especially the Head of the Organization, to torture and extract information from the captured rogue Wizards and Witches.

“I already sent a letter thanking them for helping patrol the borders of the academy from time to time. A few weeks ago, they managed to capture a group of people who were interrogating students while they were returning to the academy from Limeburgh Town or from finishing their missions.

“For some reason, this group of people had all of their hair standing on end as if they were struck by lightning. None of them died, but they were seriously injured, which made the work of the Magistratus easier. Are you perhaps the one who did that to them?”

Ethan shook his head. “No, Professor. I was behaving myself, and didn’t go out of the academy at that time. The only time I left the academy since our return was yesterday, and it was to go out on a date.”

Professor Barret arched an eyebrow after hearing the word “date,” but he didn’t say anything because this was Ethan’s private life.

“Then I guess there is someone else who can summon lightning bolts aside from you,” Professor Barret said. “Well, it seems that the person who dealt with those rogue Wizards and Witches is an ally, so we don’t have to worry about them, at least for now.”

Ehtan nodded because he, too, felt that way.

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Somewhere in Brynhildr Academy…

“Achoo!” George rubbed his nose before looking at the ladies from Terra Manor, who had invited him to join them for afternoon tea.

Truth be told, they invited him out of kindness since he accompanied Henry to visit his fiance.

“Then, all of these guys attacked me,” George said with a serious expression on his face. “But, who was I? I’m the strongest member of Dud Manor. With my mighty axe, Fulminar, I defeated them all with a single strike!”

“…”

“…”

“… You want us to believe that you alone defeated over twenty rogue Wizards and Witches?” a Third Year beauty from Terra Manor asked.

George nodded. “Yes. Actually, the current head of Magistratus, Gaeneron, happened to pass by and invited me to become a member of the Magistratus. I told him that I’ll think about it, but he is quite persistent.

“He even said that I am the most talented Dud that he has ever seen in his life, so I need to join their organization after I graduate no matter what.”

The happy-go-lucky Third Year of Dud Manor made an exaggerated sigh before shaking his head.

“But I’m someone who values freedom,” George said with a solemn expression on his face. “I don’t like being too high profile nor do I want fame. I just want to keep my juniors, as well as the students of the academy, safe from harm. Is that too much to ask?”

The Witches, who were at George's table, glanced at each other before shaking their heads helplessly.

Clearly, no one was believing George’s story, making him look hurt.

But just as everyone was about to change the topic to talk about something else, a pretty Second Year clapped her hands and looked at George with admiration.

“Sir George, I didn’t expect you to be very strong,” the Second Year Beauty commented. “I thought only Sir Henry and Ethan Gremory were considered the strongest in Dud Manor.”

George chuckled before casually waving his hand.

It was as if he found talking about the two side characters known as Henry and Ethan to be such a trifling thing.

“When there is light, there is darkness,” George stated. “I let Henry and Ethan take the spotlight, while I clean up the rubble from the shadows. It might not be a rewarding task, and my efforts go unnoticed, but I’m fine with that. In the end, the true Heroes of the world are the Unsung Heroes who make sure that everyone will be able to live in peace.”

The Second Year couldn’t help but place her hand over her chest as she looked at George as if he was the most amazing young man that she had seen in her life

The other ladies at the table looked at the Second Year and wondered what kind of weed she smoked before joining them for their afternoon tea party.

“I think I still don’t know your name,” George said. “My name is George Marshall. May I know your name, young lady?”

“Sabrina Rhodes,” Sabrina replied. “Just call me Sabrina, Sir George.”

“I’ll call you Sabrina, but only if you remove the ‘Sir’ and just call me George.”

Sabrina blushed before nodding her head. “Very well, George.”

“Has anyone told you that you have beautiful eyes, Sabrina?” George asked as he looked at her amber eyes that he rarely saw in the magical world.

“Are they really beautiful?” Sabrina asked as if half in doubt.

“They are.” Goerge nodded. “Aren’t her eyes beautiful?”

George asked the other ladies on the table, and all of them nodded their heads in agreement.

Although the conversation took a drastic turn, they let it be, knowing that George was harmless enough. After all, they had known him for quite some time.

Henry and his Fiance, Reina Campbell, whom he called by her nickname, Irene, looked at George and Sabrina from their table and smiled.

“I guess the two oddballs in our Manors have clicked,” Irene said.

“Mmm.” Henry hummed. “George is kind, but he can be eccentric at times. I just hope he doesn’t scare her away.”

“Well, I’ve known George for a long time, so I’m not worried that he will scare her away,” Irene commented. “I’m more worried about Sabrina scaring George away. If George is eccentric, Sabrina is… extremely unique. She likes to have screaming contests with the Mandrakes that she’s just pulled out of the ground.”

“… Okay, now that IS scary.” Henry suddenly felt as if his best friend was in danger, but Irene just giggled and told him that they should just watch things from a distance.

Whether this meeting between the two oddballs would create a spark between them, or not, it would really depend on the two individuals, who seemed to be having fun sharing stories with each other.

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(E/N: As a Sabrina, where's my George?)