Chapter 285
Saint Barrodo's Warlock Academy, located in the Dragon's Back Mountains near the Royal City, is the largest, most outstanding, and most famous warlock academy in the world. It was founded by Saint Barrodo and is the product of the honeymoon period between the Oakensele Academy and the major temples.
The highest body of the academy is the Holy Crown Council, whose main members are the president of the Oakensele Society and religious leaders of the major churches and temples. This year's co-chairman is naturally His Holiness Mariono Sablic, the Pope of the Glowing Church, the most powerful sect in the Silver Iris Empire and one of the three saints.
This was also the alma mater of Azuka and Aure. After escaping the Scarlet Bazaar, they chose to conceal their identities to enroll in school, seeking to strengthen their strength and avoid the Scarlet Duke's pursuit. However, they only spent two short years at the Saint Bartolomeo Warlock Academy, where they met Maxine and lived a busy, fulfilling, chaotic, yet rarely relaxing life. Then, Azuka's identity as a Faithless, or a Chosen One, was discovered, triggering a series of chaos under the manipulation of Nova, who had not yet become a tyrant.
The professor seemed quite excited. Taking advantage of his younger brother's inability to understand Chinese, he asked in front of everyone, "So, even though you were older in your previous life, you should be Percy's junior?"
[…That's the truth.] Azuka was silent for a moment, then slowly said, [It's just that not long after I started school, the Divine Punishment Incident broke out—and then the second-year head student, who I had never dealt with, mysteriously disappeared.]
Even everyone was very secretive about the name of the head of the grade.
Now that I think about it, the Glorious Church probably discovered that there was something wrong with Nova Brody's soul. In order to find out the truth and to completely monopolize him, they simply erased all traces of him in this world, including his blood relatives.
Percy, who was secretly gritting his teeth as his brother spoke to the golden-haired girl in a language he couldn't understand, suddenly received a strange look from his brother. He was startled and froze, almost subconsciously starting to recall if he had gotten into trouble recently.
Although my brother is the most perfect person in the world, when he scolds people, he is really... He always manages to scold people without using any bad words until they are in tears and feel ashamed, and they want to kneel down in front of others and commit suicide to apologize.
Percy, who still didn't know that he had inadvertently managed to live an extra year, gave everyone a pitiful and frightened look: "Brother? What's wrong?"
The professor stared at him for a moment, then slowly looked away: "...Nothing."
...Well, at least I'm still alive. So I'll just be a little stupid, and consider it a blessing for fools.
Percy felt an inexplicable chill on his back. He sat up straight, feeling rather uneasy. The strange, hairy feeling all over his body made him subconsciously find a topic to talk about. "Brother, how will you infiltrate the Saint Bartholomew School of Sorcerers? The school is encircled by a barrier set up by several saints. It will trap the magic fluctuations of outsiders. Ordinary magic tools or confusion spells will not work in the school."
After he finished speaking, he realized with annoyance that he had been making small talk and talking nonsense - ordinary magic really wouldn't work, the problem was that there was a god among them.
His brother didn't laugh at him. Instead, he looked at him thoughtfully for a moment and said, "Most of the students in the academy are children of the rich and powerful, so they should be allowed to bring attendants, right?"
——Otherwise, how can these noble children who even need help to put on clothes, button them and wipe their butts survive?
"Yes, but one person can only bring two people at most, and they are not allowed to enter the teaching area." Percy answered subconsciously. He suddenly realized what his brother was planning, his eyes widened, and he almost jumped out of his seat. He refused in fear and trepidation: "Brother, you can't-! No, no, no, this won't work. We can find another way-"
In order to maintain the dignity of a noble, Percy did bring servants from the Brody family. But even if Percy had eight guts, he would not dare to treat his beloved brother as a servant.
"Making up other identities would take up unnecessary time and energy. This is the best solution. I just need a name that allows me to move freely." Nova gave him a puzzled look. "I don't understand why you object."
Percy opened his mouth, then shut it again in frustration. The blond god beside his brother was looking at him gently, with eyes that looked at him dead. Percy bravely glared back angrily - it wasn't him who suggested this! The question was, who could change his brother's decision? He couldn't, and neither could the blond.
Thinking of this, Percy even felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
The professor paid no attention to the exchange. He waited patiently for a moment, and when his foolish brother's hesitation failed to produce a single valid objection, he deadpanned, "It's settled then."
"I'm Tom, and Azuka is Harry. We're the attendants responsible for taking care of your daily life and protecting your personal safety, respectively." He seemed to be speaking nonsense, making up a background story for them: "After being injured in Port Morris, you were imprisoned by the People's Party. You finally found an opportunity to escape recently. If any teacher or student asks you, tell them that this is not your business."
Percy: "..."
"What's wrong?" The professor frowned and stared at his cousin's colorful face for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh, you think this story is not glorious enough?"
It's true that the story of someone so proudly accepting the reward, only to flee back to school in disgrace, isn't exactly a good one. Kids that age are most concerned with prestige, even if, given their age, they should already be entering the final stages of puberty.
"You could also ask Azuka to give you a few sword strikes." He suggested very sincerely: "Maybe create the image of a tragic hero. I'll think about how to improve it..."
"No, no need!" Percy immediately raised his voice. He had already caught a glimpse of the golden-haired man's restless hands. "Just do as you said before. I think it's good!"
Seeing people staring at him with raised brows, Percy added eagerly, "After all, I'm the head of my grade and the youngest Lord's Prayer-level warlock in the empire. If they dare to gossip about me behind my back, they can challenge me at the training grounds."
The professor nodded appreciatively. This kid's mentality has indeed grown quite a bit over this period of time.
Percy was extremely happy to receive his brother's affirmation. He finally had a common topic with someone. He was just about to continue talking to his dear brother and chatting about campus life, but the latter turned his head away and continued to whisper something in an incomprehensible language with the blond young man next to him. The latter's eyes softened almost visibly, and the natural, intimate and relaxed atmosphere between the two seemed to spontaneously form a small world that no one could interfere with.
Percy: "..."
He began to secretly grit his teeth at people again.
It’s not that Percy hasn’t tried to “compete for favor” with his brother. He knows it’s ridiculous and childish, but that guy always has a nonchalant attitude and can make him completely lose his composure with just a few words, and do stupid things in front of his brother, which he would regret deeply afterwards.
Playing pitiful towards his brother, he was even better at taking advantage of every opportunity than him, and he didn't care about his "noble status". He was very good at using that amazing face, and a few words could stir up everyone's emotions;
Go ahead and attack him, he's a god. The other party had once used the excuse of observing the recovery effect to easily beat Percy out of the shadow of his life. During that time, he almost avoided people, so much so that the sight of that golden figure made his scalp tingle and his whole body ache.
Percy had to admit angrily and frustratedly that he had lost in this secret war, completely - but he, Percy Brody, would never admit defeat.
After all, he was still young, and he still had plenty of time and a future. If this guy dared to treat his brother badly, he would definitely do his best to take his brother away, to a place where no one could find him.
The professor didn't even know that his stupid brother was still thinking about how to take the cat away. Azuka could see something from the face of the little brat who couldn't hide his thoughts, but he didn't bother to care.
In the eyes of the experienced savior, this boy, who was related to the professor by blood, was not yet a great talent, so occasional warnings and lessons were enough to prevent him from having any inappropriate thoughts. Too much teaching would make him seem too petty, jealous, and possessive, and he didn't want to make his lover feel oppressed and embarrassed.
When Azuka came to his senses, he heard his old enemy discussing with him in Chinese: "Percy also provided some information about the professors at St. Bartholomew's School of Warlocks. Compared to what you provided, there are some discrepancies - because of the Divine Punishment Incident."
[That's right.] The blond youth lowered his eyes and said softly, [The Divine Punishment Incident changed the fate of many people. Many scholars were forced by the Vatican to suspend their research—or go underground.]
"But as I said, I'm a... 'good student.'" He gave a slightly reserved smile. "As the head of my grade, I was given extra trust by many professors, which is why I know some things."
The professor glanced at him and said slowly, "I heard from Ole that you two were always fighting at school, damaging a lot of school property, and had to work everywhere to pay for it."
They sound like two troublesome problem students.
Someone, smiling unfazed, said, "This is usually a challenge instigated by Mr. Ole Asagi, the second-in-command. I have no choice but to accept it. After all, accepting challenges from other students is one of the most important responsibilities of the head student."
——It’s just that a large part of the challenge locations are not in the training ground, but in the cafeteria, classroom, dormitory, grove and other imaginable places.
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