Rursk Higher Magic Academy.

The Prophet brought her apprentice to this high school of magic.

She glanced at the sheepskin scroll on her hand, which was sealed by a wax stamp with the owl's mark.

This scroll is the admission certificate of the Rurske Higher Magic Academy. Qiao Xiu successfully made the Prophet and her apprentices a member of the Higher Magic Academy through the back door of the Gray Clothes.

"Teacher, are humans sent to the college when they were so young?"

The Prophet's apprentice walked shoulder to shoulder with the Prophet on the academy's boulevard, and met several spellcasters who seemed to be about ten years old on the way.

"Those are colleges of the elementary department. Whenever any human offspring reaches age, their parents will send them to the magic academy as much as possible to learn new knowledge."

The prophet also had some research on the social structure of human beings. She looked at those human beings whose appearance was almost the same as hers, but her heart was so heavy that it was terrible.

"I... when I was young, I could only help my father take care of those hellhounds." An apprentice said in a little disappointed manner.

"There is no formal academy in the Demonic World, and your race's abilities are hundreds of times stronger than humans. You can become qualified warriors even without training."

The Prophet glanced at the four apprentices under his command. Except for one of the apprentices with succubus blood, the other three apprentices could become a warrior who was not inferior to a low-level spellcaster just by relying on the talents and abilities of their own race.

Because of the physical constitution of demons overriding humans, many demons believe that human knowledge and magic are useless things.

Perhaps this view could have some effect a hundred years ago, but today, human magic machinery has completely surpassed the physical strength and talent of the demon.

"The knowledge you have learned will have a decisive impact on the future of the Demon World after returning to the Demon World, so I hope you will no longer be active in the human world with a playful attitude."

The Prophet had just finished educating his four apprentices in a serious tone, but she felt the air around her suddenly become restless.

"Footsteps."

The prophet looked behind her and she heard extremely dense footsteps approaching her.

"Enem...enemy?"

The four apprentices' spirits tense up instantly and leaned against each other. After taking off their glasses and seeing clearly the figure running from afar, the prophet made a decision.

"Give up the way," said the prophet.

The apprentices were still in doubt, and the prophet just walked to the side of the road indifferently.

Her apprentices quickly understood the instructor's meaning and ran to the prophet's side. Just as they stood firm beside the prophet, a hurricane rolled up behind them.

This road, which was not very spacious, was occupied by humans in the blink of an eye. They ran to the other side of the road with the same goal. The number was so large that if the four apprentices were still standing in the middle of the road, they would probably be stepped into a "devil's sandwich" or a mint flavor.

"What are they doing? Escape... Escape?"

The less courageous one among the four apprentices was already shocked by so many humans who flocked in.

Judging from the outfits of these humans, they are all students of this advanced magic academy, and the Prophet also keenly captured members of other academies.

"I don't know..." The prophet shook his head. If Qiao Xiu were here, he would definitely give such a simple and incisive answer as "The dining room is open."

But in fact, the students' destinations are the opposite of the restaurant at the Rursk Higher Magic Academy.

"Maybe it can be collected from a human being."

The prophet waited until the end of the crowd, and several girls with poor physical strength walked scattered on the tree-lined path. The prophet saw a girl who seemed to be easy to talk to and walked up.

"Hello."

The prophet looked up at the girl with long silver-gray hair. Her face always felt that she had seen it somewhere.

"Hello... a face I've never seen before, are you from the elementary school?" The girl leaned down and looked at the prophet.

The prophet did not give her an answer, but showed the owl's wax sealed sheepskin scroll to the girl, which also proved her identity as a freshman in the Higher School.

"It turned out to be... a freshman, at this time? Well... My name is Herland Loyd, and you are welcome to this academy."

Herland stretched out his hand to the girl who was tall enough to reach her belly.

"prophet."

The prophet also reached out and told Herland her code name, and she rarely told outsiders her real name.

"Prophet... strange name." Herland did not delve into this. She looked up and down at the somewhat special freshman. "Are you going to see the interview between Belle and Lyon?"

"Interview..." It was not the first time the prophet heard some strange words after he came to this city.

"It is in front of this road that a magic machine called 'TV' was installed yesterday in the magic arena of our academy. Through that machine, you can see Belle and Lyon talking with your own eyes." Herland pointed to the end of the road.

All the students who have run on this road are trying to get a spot in the arena.

Because Herland was not very physically healthy, he could only walk over slowly.

"It's that Belle and Lyon, you should know it! It's the male and female protagonists of "This Devil Not So Cold" and "Beauty and Devil".

Behind Herland, another girl appeared, and the girl's eyes shone, making the prophet retreat constantly.

The prophet felt the breath of holy light in her... The person in front of him was undoubtedly a believer in the Kingdom of Holy Church.

"She is Sansa, my friend. I'm sorry to scare you. Will you go to the arena together later?"

Herland invited the younger generation who looked very young, and the intellectual aura emitted by the prophet inexplicably made Herland feel very close.

“About this…”

Faced with Herland's invitation, the prophet was hesitant. Qiao Xiu had instructed her to 'not run around with strangers'.

During the period of hesitation, the prophet suddenly heard the sound of horse's hooves falling on the ground.

"Be careful!" The prophet responded instantly, pulling Herland and Sansa to hide on the side of the road.

In just a few seconds, a unicorn-like creature engraved with the inscription of lightning ran past the prophet. On the creature's back was a girl who was slightly older than the prophet.

When this unicorn was running, the sound of lightning blew up and didn't look like the kind of "gentle" horse.

"Isn't this a unicorn favored by the God of Thunder, the chief of Clohill Magic Academy owned by the warriors?"

Herland instantly recognized the source of the monster. She really didn't understand why the chief of the next academy was riding such a dangerous monster and running around in the academy.

"Miss... Please don't ride in the academy..."

After the unicorn ran past, a servant followed behind him panting. Before he could finish his words, the unicorn disappeared at the end of the road.

"I think she might have come to see this 'interview' too." The prophet pushed his wooden-framed glasses to a conclusion.

"The dean of Clohill Magic Academy seemed to have rejected the proposal to introduce the magic machine, so he ran to our academy?"

Herland is very well-informed. After all, she is in the Higher Magic Academy next door. For them, the students in that academy are more of a rival to each other.

"Ah! This is our territory, how could another academy take the position away?" Sansa woke up at this time and wanted to pull Herland to the arena.

“It’s too late to go now.”

Herland took a breath. For her, who majored in magic machinery and order inscriptions, her physical strength was really not as good as that of the wild mage sister.
Chapter completed!