The Queen of Death Return
The End of the Troublemakers

"Jessie! What the hell are you doing?! End the bronze now!" shouted the silver teacher.

"B-well, Teacher!"

That bastard wanted his disciple to kill someone.

I walked to the front row, but Tiffany held me back.

He shook his head. "Trust in Tirel."

It was Tirel who proposed himself, this must go according to the will of nature. He was not a weak child, it could have been the strongest among his friends. It's just that, there's no proper medium to show his potential, and this stick will be his penententinanya.

The silver disciple prepared to cast his magic. Magic energy appeared around him.

These signs, it looks like tier 3.

The tyre ran to the left side, he slowly turned the distance.

"I won't let it!" Tirel pointed his magic wand towards the silver disciple. "Magic Arrow!" He shot several magic arrows towards the silver disciple.

A strange fog suddenly appeared. The existence of that silver disciple disappeared, the Tyrel magic arrow only passed through that fog.

"Illusion Fog." There was the sound of the silver disciple casting magic.

The tyre disappeared inside the fog, even though he had widened the distance. The haze was wide enough that we had to retreat away from the fighting ground.

It's a level 3 magic, illusion fog. People trapped in the illusionary fog will find it hard to get out. This is the most basic illusion magic, it only gives off a labyrinth-like effect, and these magic users will attack from all directions.

*bugh! Bugh!

There was a sound of a blow from within the fog.

This is a defeat for Tirel, unless he uses ....

"Fire Blasts!" The tyre casts its magic.

The flames began to creep between the thick fog, then ....

*duaar!

Explosions also occurred.

The silver disciple crashed out from the explosion. While the Tirel is still in the smoke puff of the explosion.

The way to come out in such low-level illusion magic was to burn the entire area from within. Essentially, the illusionary fog was created from the heat, and would leave gas within the fog. With just a spark, an explosion would occur. But, Tirel instead used a fire explosion, it was extremely dangerous.

And also, if the mist illusion magic were to get higher in level, then the gas produced would be few, even completely non-existent.

The smoke started to disappear.

The silver disciple was seen to have received only a few small wounds on his body, he had predicted the Tyrel attack and chose to come out of that fog. Although Tirel ....

Tirel was sitting limp while holding a stick with his right hand. His body was covered in burns, the robe he was wearing was almost on fire.

Tirel, you ....

However, Tirel remained conscious, his eyes constantly staring intently at the silver disciples.

To risk his own life for a match like this. Well, this is risking self-esteem.

Tiffany immediately rushed towards the place of the Tirel.

"Tirel, can you hear me?"

"G-teacher, I managed to hurt him" replied Tirel bitterly.

Tiffany drinking healing potion on the Tirel.

"Haha! This is the result if it goes against us Silver! Keep it in your heads bronze, leave this arena immediately" said the silver teacher.

"We're leaving, kids." Tiffany spoke while bowing her head.

"Hey, hey, who told you to just walk away, huh?" Silver teacher and his students walked towards us.

What does this bastard want?!

"You must apologize and bow down before us,"

"What?" Tiffany was shocked to hear the words of the silver teacher.

"It's getting annoying because people at the Magic Academy are starting to think you bronzes are on par with us."

[Mother, can these ugly creatures be killed?]

[Dispose away such thoughts.]

[Understood.]

Tiffany seems to be losing her temper. It was visible from the aura that started leaking out from his body, he was seen still suppressing his aura.

"Hey! Get down on your knees!"

"Stop that!" There was a scream from the entrance of the arena.

*No No No No

The sound of footsteps from how many people.

They're starting to look.

The disciples started to grow violent after seeing who the people who entered the arena were.

What are they doing here?

One male and two female. Theresia was with two Elite Masters.

"Omos Elite Guru, Siscia Elite Master, and Theresia's exemplary disciple. Wh-what brought you here?" The silver teacher looked nervous facing them.

"What's going on here?" ask Elite Master Omos.

A chance to complain about this!

"We're just practicing regular sparring. One of our students was injured in the attack, and Master Tiffany forced an apology by kneeling down. It really moved me,"

What the fuck is this bastard?!

"That's it, huh?"

He believes!

"That's it, Master Tiffany. Teachers don't have to hold it anymore" said Theresia.

Tiffany took her breath. "You guys got to see it, didn't you?"

Looks like they're up to something.

"What does this mean?" Silver's teacher looks panicked.

"Master Rafhel, you've been found guilty of bullying at the Magic Academy. All your comrades we've been holding,"

"O-what nonsense is that, Elite Master Omos?!"

The silver teacher's hand was already bound by a luminous rope-shaped item.

"W-what the fuck?!"

This bastard was finally caught.

"Tiffany! You must have deliberately complained to them, right?! You fucking bronze teacher!"

*bugh!

Tiffany raised her fist right on the silver teacher's face.

Not too strong, physically not a fighter.

"Basic j*l*ng!" teacher silver yelled.

Huwaaaa .. those beautiful words were heard by your disciple.

A few mages appeared and directly pressed the silver master's body down.

"The brain behind the rampant bullying, Rafel Diento, has been secured" said one of the witches.

"Tiffany! I won't let you!"

Tiffany walked over to the facedown silver teacher. He opened the black coat he had been wearing.

It seemed Tiffany was wearing the same clothes as the Elite Master. The clothes that look like military clothes, are almost like the ones I used to wear. However, the colors differ depending on which tower they come from. And Tiffany's clothes are brightest because they come from a light tower.

"T-can't be ...." The silver teacher was very surprised.

Students from both levels were also shocked after learning of Tiffany's identity.

Tiffany threw a jewel at Omos. "That's proof of the sound."

"This must be bullshit! There's no way you're an Elite Master!"

"The truth is in front of you, I don't care if you believe it or not" Tiffany said in a slightly high tone.

"Pff! Ahahaha!" Silver teacher laughed loudly. "An elite teacher lost during a tournament in the Empire! Aren't you ashamed?!"

The witches stared intently at the silver teacher. They seem to want to shut their mouth.

Tiffany signals the hand to calm the witches.

"Well, I lost. But, I'm not sorry or ashamed of that defeat." Tiffany glimpsed at me. "Because that person taught me something more important, more than just winning, which is. Levels that are more than just wins."

I never said that, how could he sum up my words?!

The silver teacher just silently looked at Tiffany. The witches dragged him out.

"G-teacher Tiffany is the mysterious Elite Master that was rumored to be!" Bronze disciples came to him.

It was his decision to reveal his identity. Well, now, what about the silver disciples. They just bowed in shame.

"Silver disciples, you're innocent. Teacher Rafael is guilty, he's guiding you wrong" Tiffany said.

With this, the matter of bullying in the Magic Academy had been resolved.

A. Commencement

The Royal Palace of Nagad.

Satanists gather in a vast hall within the palace. They are waiting for someone. That person was none other than Drac, the sect leader of Satan.

Drac walked towards his seat which was on top.

The atmosphere became tense as Drac continued to emit his killing aura.

"Today, we lost 4,300 soldiers, and one of my confidants. In honor of them, we're going on a massive manhunt!" drac shouted very loudly.

"Good, Master!" The troops dispersed.

A woman appeared from the dark back. His hand slowly held Drac's shoulder. The woman was wearing a translucent white dress so that her body was clearly visible from behind the dress.

"Drac, what are you gonna do this time?"

"Finding the man who released the blood contract,"

"Are you sure you can beat him?"

"Therefore, I ask for your help .. the True Vampires,"

"Kukukuku .. You're still the same as before. By the way, he seems to be stronger than me, until he can break my blood contract,"

"I caught a glimpse of it from Cura's point of view,"

"Well, I saw it too,"

"Are you sure no one from the underworld has ascended to the top?"

"I make sure there's none. And I've never seen that guy, either,"

"How strong is he ...?"

"I guess, he can fight on balance with our True Vampire Lord."

Drac bit his lip, he was very upset by the reality he saw.

"Hey, the blood on your lips dear to throw away, let me take it." The woman kissed Drac's lips.

Drac keeps thinking hard.

Previously there were Elves, now there was a True Vampire who had out of nowhere appeared. Mr. Satan, it looks like you will have to wait even longer.

"There's no other choice,"

"I'll prepare it, Drac." The woman slowly retreated back to the dark part in the back.

Connect ....

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