As dusk fell, the Arcane Hall descended into darkness.

This playful battle continued into the night.

As the number of losers increased, so did the number of students in the Arcane Hall.

Those professors and lecturers had long since left; they had their own jobs to do.

As for those students?

Uh, they don't want to study anymore, so why bother with them?

Those gifted students who recognized reality early on, after watching the farce for a while, gradually left like Erica.

However, they have never taken the stage to challenge.

But this stirred up resentment in the hearts of these losers.

If these people could also step onto the stage and take action....

There is definitely hope.

It's certain that it will make Professor Victor move one step.

Their inaction shattered the dream of unanimous approval.

When the last dozen or so students who had huddled together were bounced off the stage by Victor's magic, there was no one else around who was qualified to go up and challenge him.

Victor withdrew his magic, and the vines and flowers on the stage gradually withered, transforming into a sky full of green magic that returned to his trench coat.

A faint green light appeared, and the magic arena became as silent as ever.

The audience was completely silent; the only sound in the vast arcane arena was the sound of Viktor's footsteps.

Tap, tap, tap.

Viktor walked to the entrance of the Arcane Hall, while the defeated students silently watched his retreating figure.

He didn't move his hands, but the door slowly opened.

The last rays of the setting sun slanted into the building, illuminating Viktor and the listless faces of the failing students.

"It seems that your strength does not match your confidence."

"get out of class dismissed."

The crow on their shoulder suddenly turned its head, its one eye looking at them as if mocking these losers.

The moment Viktor stepped out of the arcane hall, countless jet-black feathers fell from the sky, enveloping him.

It was as if thousands of crows had descended, and the black light, resembling crows, shot towards the horizon.

When he came to his senses, Viktor had already disappeared.

Only a single tail feather remained on the ground, like a trickster's magic.

The students remained silent, as if they were still lost in their fantasies and had not yet come to their senses.

The shadow of the entire arcane arena was etched into their hearts.

...

The chief professor single-handedly faced thousands of students without backing down an inch.

He boasted that if anyone could make him shirk his responsibilities, everyone would pass their final exams!

Shocking Stories: A Few Things Chief Professor Victor from the Royal Magic Academy Had to Tell Us

The second prince was flipping through the news in his hands, while a beautiful maidservant was feeding him fresh grapes beside him.

He ate while flipping through the newspaper, and would laugh out loud when he saw something interesting.

"Impressive, impressive, no wonder you're Senator Clavner."

"They're riding high right now."

Suddenly, the second prince put down his newspaper and said with a smile to the maid beside him.

"Go down first, oh right, don't forget to put the fruit down."

The maid bowed and said yes, placed a plate of grapes on the table in front of the second prince, bowed to him, and slowly withdrew.

A blob of ink emerged from the Second Prince's sleeve.

The little toad quickly climbed onto the table, stuck out its long tongue, rolled up a large grape, and swallowed it.

After it finished eating, it slowly opened its mouth:

"When will that partner you mentioned finally arrive?"

The second prince remained unhurried and responded with a smile.

"What's the rush?"

“My royal brother will be back tomorrow, so this grand gift prepared for him is not the right time to be presented now.”

The toad let out a burp, looked at the Second Prince, and sensed the intense emotion in him.

"Tsk."

It's a demon, yet it's reduced to eating grapes.

How ironic.

...

"Remember to take this with you when you go out in the future."

In the study, Victor called Hennie to his side, and with a flick of his wrist, a small red crocodile appeared in his hand.

Henney was somewhat surprised.

"This... isn't this Mr. Crocodile?"

Mr. Crocodile, what an interesting nickname.

The little crocodile was placed on the desk by Victor and was dozing off.

As if sensing something, it raised its head, and the crocodile shuddered the moment it saw Victor.

"Big brother!"

The crocodile even seemed to try to stand up and clasp its hands in a fist salute to Victor.

Vega gave Victor a speechless look.

How did you manage to turn this perfectly good, enraged demon into this state?

Viktor ignored Vega's obvious gaze, simply tapping his fingers lightly on the table and saying calmly:

"Didn't you say you really liked her scent?"

"From today onwards, you will stay by her side and protect her, and your power will be at her disposal."

"But don't forget what I told you: control your anger."

The little crocodile shuddered, and upon hearing this, it quickly nodded:

"I get it, bro!"

"From now on, I'll treat her like royalty!"

Regardless of whether he was living under someone else's roof, Wrightton breathed a sigh of relief in advance.

Not having to follow Victor anymore is a complete relief for it.

It never imagined that it, this primal demon, would one day be afraid of humans.

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