You could hear a needle drop in the conference hall, and the heavy silence made people breathless. Professor Sicco Jett's skinny fingers tightly grasped the armrest of the chair, and his knuckles turned white. He looked at the sorceress known as "Fringilla" and said in a hoarse voice, "We clearly agreed..."
The sorceress just shook her head slightly, her long hair glowing coldly under the magic lamp. A trace of apology flashed in her emerald eyes, but her red lips were tightly closed.
"I, Tissaia de Villis, pronounce the sentence in the name of Dean Aretuza Academy." Tissaia's voice pierced the silence like an ice knife, "Yavi Morgan is identified as a wild warlock and sentenced to death, to be executed immediately."
"No--!" Sicco Jett stood up suddenly, stooped due to a violent cough, and his old face turned red. Yavi shook his head gently towards his teacher, his eyes were terrifyingly calm.
He straightened his back and looked calmly at Tissaia's cold gaze. The sunlight filtered through the stained glass, casting mottled light and shadow on him, as if he had been covered with a colorful prison uniform.
"If this is my fate, I accept it." Yavi's voice echoed clearly in the circular hall, "But I must apologize to Teacher Sicco Jett and Teacher Loriess for failing to live up to your expectations." He turned to Peter, who closed his eyes and his chin trembled slightly, "I also thank Master Peter for taking care of me these days."
Four law enforcement sorcerers in silver-gray robes walked out of the shadows, their hands shining with the light of binding magic. Just when they were about to touch Yavi--
"Wait a minute."
A lazy but unmistakable female voice came from high up. Everyone followed the sound and saw the elf sorceress who had been silent speaking.
Tissaia Dean's brows frowned slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Francesca, I remember that you have always been indifferent to human affairs. Why did you suddenly intervene today?"
The elf sorceress stood up gracefully, her long golden hair flowing like moonlight. She walked down the steps slowly, her robe dragging on the ground with a rustling sound. "I really have no interest in this human being." Her voice was like a clear spring hitting a stone, "But do you still remember that? Prophecy? A demon hunter will use magic to repel the Wild Hunt army." She stopped in front of Yavi and looked directly into his pupils with her emerald eyes, "Isn't the person in front of me a magic hunter?"
There were whispers in the conference hall. Tissaia thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "The prophecy did mention a demon hunter. But we all believe that it refers to Vilgefortz who has become a warlock." Following her words, everyone's eyes turned to the black-haired man.
Yavi was shocked and looked at the fourth person who vouched for him in disbelief. Vilgefortz? The ultimate villain who caused a bloody storm in the original work and fought to the death with Geralt and Ciri? This pale and elegant man was actually his senior brother?
Just when Yavi was shocked, Francesca was already walking slowly around him. Her slender fingers lightly touched Yavi's shoulders, bringing a strange chill. "When I looked at him just now, I noticed that he There was a special light in her eyes." She suddenly stopped in front of Yavi, so close that she could smell the cold pine fragrance on her body. "I proposed to use prophecy magic on him to see his future trajectory. If he is really the person in the prophecy, why not give him a chance?"
Her last words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the trial hall. Peter's eyes suddenly lit up, and Professor Sicco Jett's clenched fists also slightly loosened. Only Vilgefortz remained expressionless, but there was no ripple in his bottomless eyes.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Tissaia Dean looked around and glanced at every high-level warlock. "What do you think? Do you agree to spy on this young man's future?"
The warlocks on the twelve high chairs were whispering to each other, and the whispers echoed under the dome. Francesca stroked her long hair, and her voice was as sweet as a clear spring. "It's just a small prophecy, it won't waste much time. But if you miss the key person in the prophecy..." She paused meaningfully, "The price will be incalculable."
After a short discussion, everyone finally reached an agreement. Peter took the opportunity to use sound transmission to whisper to Loriess and Sicco Jett: "Do you think this kid may really be the person in the prophecy?" Sicco Jett frowned, while Loriess just shook his head slightly, his eyelashes flashing under the light.
Francesca walked up to Yavi gracefully, and gently held his face with both hands like a treasure. Her emerald eyes looked directly into Yavi's pupils, and their foreheads slowly touched each other. Yavi could smell the cold pine scent of her body, and felt her cold breath brushing his cheek.
"Relax your mind," the elf sorceress's voice suddenly became ethereal, "Don't resist my magic."
As she chanted the incantation, a faint blue light began to glow on her fingertips. The light flowed like a living thing, gradually forming a light curtain between the two people. The air in the conference hall suddenly became solemn, and everyone held their breath.
Just when the prophecy magic was about to be completed, Francesca's body suddenly trembled violently. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, and the bright magic light burst out from Francesca's eyes. Her body was suspended in the air uncontrollably, and her long hair danced in the air like a waterfall. The violent magic power formed a vortex around her, blowing the curtains of the meeting hall to make a hunting sound.
"Bang!"
Yavi was hit hard by the sudden magic attack and was about to hit a stone pillar. Loriess had quick eyes and quick hands, and a soft magic barrier instantly unfolded, catching Yavi firmly and pulling him back to him.
"Quick! Control the magic power and run away!" Tissaia shouted sharply. Twelve high-level warlocks took action at the same time, and dozens of magic chains intertwined into a network, surrounding the suspended Francesca. Ripples continued to appear on the magic barrier, and the entire meeting hall was shaking violently.
Just at the critical point when the magic power was about to lose control, the magical radiance around Francesca suddenly began to weaken. The dazzling blue light slowly converged like an ebbing tide, and finally turned into dots of starlight and dissipated in the air. The elf sorceress fell like a puppet with broken strings, and Tissaia stepped forward to catch it.
Francesca gasped weakly, her delicate face was as pale as paper, and her long hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks. Her fingers were still trembling uncontrollably, obviously the prophecy magic just now consumed too much energy.
Tissaia helped her stand up slowly, but she heard the elf say in a hoarse but firm voice, "I support...Yavi Morgan becoming an official student of the Aretuza Academy."
This sentence was like thunder. A trace of surprise flashed in Vilgefortz's eyes. Peter was so surprised that his beard stood up. Tears flashed in Professor Sicco Jett's muddy eyes. Loriess was still using magic to check Yavi's body. The whole conference hall boiled instantly, with questions and discussions rising one after another.
"Quiet!" Tissaia's scepter hit the ground hard. After the sound subsided, she looked deeply at Francesca: "What on earth did you see?"