I Became the Son of a Corrupt Lord, so I’ll Enjoy an Easy Life in Another World ~but Please Stop Revering Me as a “Saint”!~

Stage 2-27. Slashing Bloom Strike

The incident that terrified the students of the Magic Academy was officially concluded as Sherba’s jealousy-driven rampage.

Many testimonies confirmed his erratic behavior, and the kingdom’s stance was that he acted under the influence of Doping Extract.

As Mashiro and I surmised, no one attacked last night had died.

However, the missing students remained unfound despite the guards’ efforts.

Disappearances cannot simply be brushed aside.

The Kingdom of Lambdave and the Magic Academies jointly issued a statement.

The Academy Magic Competition was canceled, and everyone, including visiting students and tourists, was ordered to return home.

While it would take time for non-representative students to depart via regular transport, Mashiro and her peers were likely already en route by ship.

I walked on, my pure white battle coat flapping behind me.

I emerged from the shadowy path to a place filled with light.

In the center of an empty stage stood a lone figure, gazing at the sky.

“…You came.”

“I was starting to think I’d been stood up since no one was here. And I’m the one who was summoned. Being late is unbecoming.”

“I got here early, actually…”

“So, what’s this important conversation?”

“Don’t rush. There’s one thing to clarify first—Reina Milfonty, the real culprit.”

When I spoke, she, cloaked in black robes, offered a twisted smile that barely hid her malice.