The Dean Has Arrived

"So it happened..."

Elilia, who had become a child again, picked up a small biscuit and stuffed it into her mouth, showing an expression like a little girl listening to a story. [This article comes from]

"Since the Moxien Dark Alliance invaded half a year ago, bad things have been happening in the Eastern Plains."

After recovering her seriousness, Fleur fell into deep thought after listening to Nero's narration: "I always feel that this indicates something bad."

"Abyssal demons invade the main material plane, vampires are rampant, the upper strata of the Horngolat Empire are in turmoil, the ancient forests and seas have changed, and the orcs have invaded the eastern plains... To be honest, I can hardly imagine anything worse ..."

Elilia licked her fingers and said absent-mindedly: "And don't you think there is a figure in these things?"

Nero, who was honestly sitting on the side listening to the exchange between the two, also guessed uncertainly at this time: "You mean, Mr. Edric's dean?"

"Because I was a little curious about him before, so I asked someone to investigate his past." Speaking of which, Elilia looked at Frey who was making an expression of 'it has nothing to do with me': "Because of me Unexpectedly, this influential figure was only a junior magician half a year ago."

"You mean that he stirred up all these things?"

Nero frowned.

"No, no, regarding this point, I can guarantee that guy's innocence." The saintly lady glanced at the expressionless Fleur again: "I'm afraid our Lord Sacred Silver Sword Princess thinks the same way, right?"

"Ahem, Master Elilia, please tell me the key points."

Fleur coughed dryly, and directly passed Irrelia's slightly narrow-minded words: "I think Bishop Nero is also very busy, right?"

"Eh? I just came back, how could it be..." Nero said in a daze, puzzled.

"You're.very.busy. Right?" The blond-haired sword girl said with a gentle smile on her face.

"...Well, please let Her Majesty get to the point directly."

So a cardinal immediately succumbed to the evil forces.

"Tch, Nero, you must be a henpeck in the future." A certain guy with the appearance of a child said contemptuously in an extremely old-fashioned aunt's tone.

This completely shattered Nero's longing for the saint.

"Anyway, it's almost impossible to go directly from a junior magician to a high-level magician in half a year. And the original 'Sylvie Edric' traveled the Eastern Plains for a long time , and no one knows what happened to him." Elilia was the first to throw out her own conclusion.

"Are you trying to say that maybe the current Mr. Edric is not the same person as the Edric in the records?"

Nero's head is not stupid, and he quickly figured out the specific meaning from the words of the saint. However, he still asked incomprehensibly: "But...why would such a strong person pretend to be a little-known junior magician?"

"Who knows~" The saint spread her hands casually, and continued to eat the biscuits: "Maybe he has some special reason to hide his identity or something."

"Anyway," finally, Fleur summed up their conversation: "If you regard what happened in the past six months as a big change, it is at the center of the change. There is no doubt that it is the current one. 'Sylvie Edric'."

"That's right, so Fleur, how about we sneak out from here and visit Edric's Magic Academy again?" The saint, who was munching on biscuits, raised her hands inarticulately and proposed.

"Rejected, please stay in the sanctuary in peace!" But it was rejected in an instant.

——The Horian Empire. The outskirts of Slovenia——

"Just kidding...why are there so many refugees outside the city?"

Donald, who was riding a barking horse, opened his mouth wide in surprise, looking at the bustling human heads outside the city.

"Probably because this is one of the few cities near the Angola Mountains that has not experienced any wars."

Xier Wen, who was sitting in the back seat, hugged the boy's abdomen, said softly, "Look at this. I'm afraid the city has already reached its limit."

With such a large number of refugees, it is unknown how long the city's supplies can last.

"If Lord Dean hadn't slaughtered those orc troops, I don't know what would have happened to Lovinia once they came. But at least these refugees are dead."

Not knowing whether she was lamenting the good luck of the refugees or the picture-like scene of Shura at that time, the girl let out a long sigh.

"Let me tell you, it is said that the total number of orc invasions this time is less than 500,000. In fact, as long as your dean takes a few more shots, won't the orc invasion this time be resolved?"

The barking horse under his seat slowed down and walked slowly towards the city gate. Donald asked Xierwen puzzledly: "In this way, there is no need for so many people to die, right?"

"Things are not as simple as you think... To be honest, I don't know how the Lord Dean did it. Anyway, as far as I know, the number of magicians who can do this in the entire Eastern Plains will not exceed one Hands, and this is when there are not many spellcasting professions in the enemy army... such as shaman and the like."

Xierwen explained to the young man who didn't understand magic at all: "If you encounter an orc shaman army, it will be troublesome... If you have to describe the degree of trouble, you can describe the biggest trouble you have ever encountered in your life. It's almost understandable to replace the raindrops in a rain with fireballs or something."

While speaking, they had already arrived at the gate of the city.

Since Xierwen didn't have much research on wind elemental magic, Donald could only shout at the door.

"I am a soldier of the 7th Reconnaissance Team of the 3rd Battalion of the Blue Cobalt Corps, the second front of the Huo Lian United Army. This is a temporary military mage from Edric College. Now I want to report information about the orcs to the city lord here. , please open the door a little bit!"

After a while, a basket hung from the city wall, and at the same time, a man who looked like the captain of the guard also yelled at them.

"Put your IDs in the basket, please!"

Donald put his military emblem into the basket, while Sylvan put her student ID in after thinking about it.

The basket was hoisted up leisurely.

After a while, they changed a bamboo basket and hung it down from above.

"Every time a person sits in the bamboo basket, we will pull you up!"

The boy and the girl looked at each other, seeing the same worry in each other's eyes.

It turns out that the current situation is so difficult that the door may be attacked by hungry refugees outside...