"Oh, please." Professor Laeso's eyes flashed coldly. "If we're going to fight, let's have a proper fight."
The other students in the bad academy were the same.
They were all dissatisfied, believing that this was not a real battle.
So, when Professor Laeso said, "Cyclops."
Before she could give any further orders, Cyclops' son, Cyclops, stood up.
They went onto the field.
"Hit him!" "Hit him!" the students of the evil academy shouted, waving their fists, some even standing up excitedly.
"Wait a minute, don't our Champion prefer to fight bare-handed? Cyclops, go back and get your weapons," Professor Laeso added.
"Really?" Professor Duowei was speechless, questioning why she would take her anger out on her students.
Professor Laeso smiled, taking it as a compliment, her beautiful lips curving upwards as she smugly said, "I know how wicked I am."
Cyclops turned his head, Werewolf guard had already handed him the double-edged axe.
The towering Cyclops grinned.
As the students of the evil academy shouted "Kill him!", he took the weapon, turned around, and slashed at Tedros.
"That's not fair!" Agatha, who had a vague liking for Tedros, stood up and shouted, "He has no weapon."
Tedros laughed heartily at Agatha and said, "Ordinary girl, don't worry, I can handle it."
He dodged the slash with ease.
Dodge the Cyclops's double-edged axe.
While the powerful double-edged axe enhanced the Cyclops's attack, it made him less agile compared to Tedros, who was fighting unarmed.
Basil's nonchalant expression began to turn serious.
The Dragon Blood of the Dragon Knight also endowed him with superb athletic ability.
Not to mention, he can also use Knight Neville's [Swordsmanship Mastery] talent.
Therefore, the battles that Tedros and the other princes fought before were things that he could see through at a glance and easily imitate and learn.
Now, every breath Tedros takes, every step he takes, and every bit of leverage he uses when he dodges must be carefully observed by Basil.
Only after careful consideration can one have the confidence to replicate.
However, Tedros's skills were clearly lacking, resulting in Transfiguration movements that looked somewhat comical.
His opponent, Cyclops Cyclops, was simply squandering his brute strength.
"It's strange. King Arthur was said to be the incarnation of the red dragon, so how come his son looks like a brave mortal?"
Basil's voice rang in Beatrix's ears.
As his lips were almost touching her earlobe, Beatrix felt a tingling sensation all over her body from the heat and collapsed into Basil's arms.
She murmured, "Arthur is the king of good. He can command the magic of good and is the nemesis of all evil. As for the red dragon? It was merely the embodiment of the evil he defeated. In the end, he painted it on the banner of Camelot."
"I see," Basil said, then pondered to himself, "In this world, the legend of King Arthur is like this. Red, a red dragon?"
Considering that Raphael himself admitted to being defeated by King Arthur with Excalibur, and given Tedros's age, King Arthur couldn't be too old.
So, is this red dragon an incarnation of Raphael?
That's true. If for hundreds of years, there has been a major villain who wanted to destroy good and evil and bring true evil down.
To think you can deceive a young girl's feelings is utterly despicable.
This may have been one of Raphael's plans, but it was ultimately thwarted by King Arthur.
If it's true, with the Dragon Blood of Red Dragon and the approval of Excalibur, wouldn't he possess the pinnacle of both good and evil?
The next second he denied it, saying it was just the same name.
Excalibur is one of the forces of good.
It's estimated that there's no evil power involved. The Dragon Blood of Red Dragon comes from the legendary power of King Arthur, manifested by the system, and has absolutely nothing to do with Raphael.
He shook his head and refocused his attention on the game.
The unfocused eyes regained their focus.
"Holy crap!" Basil exclaimed in shock. He'd been distracted for a moment, and now his newly adopted son was about to die? Where was Professor Duowei?
Tedros fell to the ground, clutching a sword that another prince had thrown at him and which had been broken. The Cyclops' axe was coming down on him.
Professor Duowei, however, was not in a hurry at all; she seemed to think that Basil would make a move.
Basil immediately understood these emotions.
Damn! Even though his eyes were fixed on the game, he was just spacing out!
If he hadn't come to his senses in time, he would have been separated from his newly adopted son by death.
He quickly threw out Excalibur, and the originally unremarkable blade automatically lit up with Jin Guang when it touched Basil's hand, and it did not dim even after leaving his hand.
The sword tip touched the ground, and golden-red light waves rose from the ground.
Protect the strangers that the owner wants to protect.
The Giant's double-edged axe broke, and he was thrown into the air, falling heavily backward before losing consciousness.
Tedros looked in astonishment at the spot where the sword had flown out, where a strikingly handsome blond boy stood, both strange and familiar.
Overwhelmed with emotion, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Father!"
Tedros's roar silenced all the wicked students who wanted to reprimand the foul.
Professor Laeso, who was about to launch an attack on the stage, was also speechless, unsure of what to say.
Upon reaching the gate, Raphael, who was disguised as his Ryan, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He immediately recognized who was speaking: Tedros Pendragon.
He had been watching the future king, the good man, who was trying to use the rules to murder the man in the academy.
He heard Tedros call out "Father".
He suddenly had King Arthur PTSD attack and was scared back to his original form.
He stopped walking and kept stroking his neck.
Decades ago, when he lost his brother's restraint, he accumulated evil magic that had accumulated over hundreds of years.
This allows them to enter the story themselves and create an avatar.
He transformed into an unnamed red dragon, a form of absolute evil that was even more powerful than himself.
But King Arthur stopped him and cut off his head.
Raphael took a deep breath. "Impossible. No one is allowed in here except for students who have been hired as professors. Not even Arthur."
He composed himself and transformed back into his older brother's aged appearance.
I entered the hall.
The hall was now bustling with noise.
The people in the evil academy mocked Tedros for being cowardly, so frightened that he would call anyone "father."
The Hall of Virtue all felt that you could call someone "Daddy," but not in public.
And the two deans of the Academy of Wickedness.
Professor Duowei squinted, thinking it wasn't impossible.
Perhaps King Arthur sensed something was wrong with the Academy, so he entered reality first, and then entered the Academy as a reader.
It's possible that Merlin is behind the fact that he's so young; he's a highly skilled sorcerer.
After all, those who can enter this academy are either princes and princesses or the descendants of major villains.
Failing three courses will permanently transform you into something else, remaining in the college.
Good leaders who know all this cannot be indifferent.
It's not impossible that they would ask Arthur Pendragon, the uncrowned king of the strongest fairy tale world, to help them.
He once saved the world from the clutches of the red dragon that was destroying it.
If you think about it this way, everything makes sense.
Only King Arthur could truly wield the power of the sword Excalibur to sever the corrupt, invisible rules that clung to the Hall of Virtue.
Professor Laeso wasn't thinking that far ahead. She was just wondering if this was yet another scheme to let good triumph over evil.
Sophie remained expressionless, her eyes vacant, as she and Madison ranted about Tedros's performance in the public chat.
Sophie thought Tedros was disgusting.
Madison was furious; Basil's first time being called "Daddy" should have been hers.
The two parties involved.
Basil sat down awkwardly, and the sword flew back to his side on its own.
He then explained in the public chat, "You can think of me as having the power of King Arthur from the Harry world. That's why there's this misunderstanding."
Tedros realized that the sword had flown back on its own, and began to doubt whether Basil was really his father.
But all the noise and chaotic thoughts subsided after Ryan, the dean of the Good Academy, entered.
Ryan, one of the twins of good and evil in the fairy tale world, is the owner of the storybook that is the origin of everything.
He defeated Raphael, the embodiment of evil, which disrupted the balance between good and evil, and good began to prevail over evil.
Some even believe that King Arthur's defeat of the red dragon was related to his macroscopic expulsion of Raphael, allowing the forces of good to prevail.
Therefore, even if the sons and daughters of the leaders of goodness are permanently relegated to school due to Transfiguration their courses, they do not consider it a punishment.
But Raphael himself didn't know that.
Bad people always think the worst of others.
The moment he entered the hall and saw Basil, his thoughts overlapped with those of Professor Duowei.
The only difference is that, recognizing the Dragon Blood of Red Dragon in Basil, he believes that King Arthur, with Merlin's help, created this incarnation using purified red dragon blood.
Damn it! You're using my stuff against me, aren't you?!
Just like in the story of him infiltrating King Arthur's school in an incarnation, King Arthur actually infiltrated his school in an incarnation?
So, suppressing his anger, he walked up to Basil.
"Hello, Arthur Pendragon. Welcome to the Academy as a student." Raphael, who looked like Ryan, appeared brazenly before the King Arthur he saw. Instead of immediately opening his mouth...
In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to this undefeated king, the Chosen One of the fairy tale world— Basil.
"You are truly a father!" Tedros's eyes welled up with tears.
"I will become Camelot's new queen?" Beatrix exclaimed excitedly.
Basil was speechless. He stood up and looked around, finally stopping in the direction of Raphael and Tedros, and said, word by word, "No, I am not."
"Very well, since you're unwilling—then, Tedros, find a seat. And you, Basil of Gavalden, please sit down as well." Raphael smiled, slowly turning around in place, looking over the entire hall.
At this moment, Tedros sat down next to Agatha, occasionally glancing at his father behind him.
He even forgot the flowers he was going to give away.
Raphael, who resembled Ryan, smiled kindly.
Raphael, who had a deep affection for his brother and had once given up his ambitions for him, perfectly learned his every word, action, thought process, demeanor and bearing.
In that instant, he seemed to be Ryan, and he laughed, "Well then, Lessie, please allow me to take the lead and give a speech."
"You came here because the world of stories needs great heroes and villains to teach people outside how to make their own choices."
"Please clear your confusion; you need pure goodness or pure evil."
"Study hard and follow the rules in your college."
"That way, perhaps we can become like your parents, a part of the story, a future hero or villain."
"Don't slack off."
"Remember, storytellers only choose the best students to write legends."
However, Raphael was not as nonchalant as he appeared.
As he spoke, he thought to himself, "Arthur must be expelled from school."
Various wicked schemes surfaced in his mind but were rejected one by one, until he saw Beatrix standing close to Basil.
"Well done, girl! You're the one."
"Purity! If Arthur's incarnation is allowed to lose its purity, he will be expelled from the academy by the rules!"
Then, a barely perceptible glint of bloodlust flashed in his kind eyes.
The evil magic that amplifies desire surged into Beatrix's heart.
Beatrix's hands began to become more audacious.
Basil could only hold her hand.
Seeing this, Raphael chuckled wickedly to himself.
"Dragons are lewd, even after purification. Arthur, if I'm not mistaken, you've truly fallen for them."
Of course, he didn't show any signs of weakness outwardly, and simply said in closing, "Alright, have a great semester, everyone."
He was about to turn and leave.
However, at this moment, Sophie and Agatha both stood up.
Sophie: "Wait, I've been assigned to the wrong college."
Agatha looked at Tedros with reluctance. "Can we go back? Back to Gavalden?"
Raphael stopped and turned around. "The Academy of Wickedness is not at fault."
Under Professor Laeso's surprised gaze, Dovi added, "Sophie might really have been assigned the wrong class. Raphael showed up today."
Raphael froze, glancing at Basil. "Damn it! You're trying to kill me!"
Ouch! It's the taste of fear, so sweet.
Basil squinted.
He didn't know much about Fairy Tale Mage, but he could tell from Sophie that their emotions weren't outwardly expressed, but rather transformed into their own power.
But at this moment, a hint of fear emanated from Raphael, one of the founders of Fairy Tale Mage.
It's so sweet it's cloying.
So Raphael was really that afraid of King Arthur?
Raphael's overflowing fear intensified after he saw Raphael's squinting, scrutinizing gaze.
Raphael: Damn! He won't suspect me now, will he?!
On the surface, he only showed slight surprise before saying, "The School of Good and Evil has its own rules. If it's Raphael, then Sophie might indeed belong to the Hall of Virtue. But rules are rules, and there's no precedent for transferring schools."
"The evil of the evil school is just the evil of a fairy tale; it is an indispensable element in highlighting the greatness of the hero and the value of the story."
"As a reader, it doesn't matter which college she's in after graduation, whether she stays at the university or returns to reality."
"I can only allow her to attend the courses at the Hall of Virtue and the eternal ball."
Sophie eagerly raised her hand and looked at Basil: "Can I go on a date with someone from the Hall of Virtue?"