Chapter 3: The Long Night of the Social Ball

That day, the girls’ changing room at the Alzano Imperial Magic Academy was bustling with the lively chatter of numerous female students.

“Hehe… the day has finally arrived, hasn’t it…?”

Wendy, having shed her uniform and now in her undergarments, pulled a social dress from her suitcase, holding it up as if to conceal her smooth, fair skin, the gentle curves of her well-shaped chest, and the refined lines of her elegant figure.

“What do you think, Teresa? For today’s grand social ball, which is quite the formal affair… I’ve prepared a piece perfectly suited for someone of my caliber!”

It was a stunning dress with a passionate red as its base color. Only someone with exceptional charm, grace, and refinement could wear it without being overshadowed by its splendor, but for Wendy, who possessed all three in abundance, it posed no challenge whatsoever.

“My, what fine fabric. As expected of Wendy… the princess of the Nablesse ducal family.”

Teresa gracefully slipped off her skirt and removed her top. Her distinctly feminine figure, with its captivating curves and unrestrained allure, was revealed… and her chest, as if relieved from its confinement, jiggled elastically, much like a pudding set free.

“By the way, I’ve brought a dress like this… what do you think?”

Teresa held up a mature, sophisticated dress with a purple base tone.

“…W-Wow… no matter how many times I see it…”

“Oh my, hehe. If Wendy says so, I can feel confident about it.”

“N-No… not that… I mean, that’s amazing too, but…”

“…?”

Wendy stared intently at a certain part of Teresa, who tilted her head in curiosity.

And then, at that moment—

“…Oh? Lynn, your dress…”

Teresa keenly spotted Lynn, who was quietly changing in a corner.

“Wah! D-Don’t look…!”

Noticing the gazes of Teresa and Wendy, Lynn hurriedly hid the green dress she was holding.

In her haste to conceal it, Lynn seemed to forget she was currently in her undergarments. Her small, smooth back and the cute, round peach-like hips wrapped in triangular cloth were fully exposed.

“M-My dress… it’s old… it’s all I have… I mean… compared to the refined dresses of proper ladies like Wendy or Teresa…”

“Hehe, that’s not true at all.”

“Indeed. That dress carries the weight of history. It must have been worn with care by Lynn’s mother, grandmother… and your ancestors through the generations, right?”

“…H-Huh…? Y-You both understand… that’s amazing…”

“Hold your head high, Lynn. Its age is something to be proud of. Anyone who mocks it is simply revealing their own shallowness.”

“…Th-Thank you… Wendy… Teresa…”

Lynn smiled shyly.

“By the way… Rumia, where did Sistine go?”

“Oh, um, she’s over there, helping Re=L with her dress.”

While untying the ribbon at the chest of her uniform, Rumia glanced toward the back of the changing room. Her skirt was already off, neatly folded at her feet, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful legs and the triangular cloth at their base, which seemed to glow with a dazzling whiteness.

“Hmph, it’s a challenge, Sistine! Let’s see whose dress is more refined—yours or mine!”

As usual, fueled by one-sided rivalry, Wendy scanned the back of the changing room in search of Sistine…

The moment she spotted Sistine, Re=L’s figure also came into view…

“…Huh?”

Wendy—and Teresa and Lynn, who followed her gaze—froze, eyes wide at the sight.

“Tch, every single one of ’em is getting all excited without a care in the world…”

Glenn grumbled, gazing down at the guests coming and going below from a window at the southern end of the west wing corridor of the academy’s main building. He wore a formal tailcoat for the party, sloppily disheveled as usual.

Today was the day of the social ball. The event, set to begin at seven in the evening, was fast approaching, and the after-school atmosphere within the academy was already buzzing with excitement.

Carriages had been arriving nonstop, carrying students from other schools invited to the ball, as well as government officials and nobles connected to the academy, who were now making their appearances one after another.

Escorted by members of the student council, they were being guided to the grand salon in the student union building.

(Somewhere within the academy grounds, an enemy is already lurking… having slipped past the academy’s magical security by some means…)

The thought made Glenn restless.

Eve might believe without a doubt that “the enemy is fixated on assassination, so unrelated people are safe,” but Glenn knew all too well the madness of those lunatics. He couldn’t afford such optimism.

(If only Celica were here… she’d be a reliable ally…)

But Celica was still recovering at home from the spiritual damage she sustained during their recent ruin exploration. If she used magic in her current state, it could genuinely endanger her life.

(Tch… no use wishing for what I don’t have. I can’t just stand around…)

Right now, Rumia was in the girls’ changing room, getting dressed.

Re=L was there too, and that insufferable Eve had been secretly guarding Rumia from a distance since yesterday. Glenn knew full well that Re=L and Eve were far more capable as escorts than he was, but even so, not having Rumia within arm’s reach made him uneasy.

Driven by impatience, Glenn started heading toward the girls’ changing room when…

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Sensei.”

…A girl suddenly appeared before him.

“My apologies… getting dressed took a bit longer than expected…”

(…Who?)

For a moment, Glenn couldn’t connect the girl in front of him with Rumia.

The dress Rumia wore was reasonably elegant, with a soft peach-pink color that suited her well, but otherwise unremarkable.

However, her carefully styled hair, the light makeup applied with precision, and the understated accessories… the sense of balance and selection was impeccable. This critical coordination elevated Rumia’s beauty and charm to their fullest, creating a mature aura that was unimaginable from her usual, slightly childlike appearance.

The Rumia before him could hold her own in any high society gathering—nay, if she made a grand entrance at such an event, she’d be the belle of the ball, a true lady with countless suitors.

“Hehe… Sensei, your collar and tie are all messed up, you know? …Pardon me.”

With a bright smile, Rumia stepped closer to Glenn, her graceful hands deftly adjusting his collar and tie.

During this, Glenn’s eyes remained glued to her. Her soft, fragrant hair swayed gently right before him.

Even Glenn, usually quick with a sarcastic remark, was as docile as a borrowed cat.

“…There, all done. …Hm? Sensei? Is something wrong? Is… there something on my face?”

Noticing Glenn’s dazed demeanor, Rumia tilted her head.

“…Nah, it’s nothing. I was just… captivated.”

Feeling it’d be pointless to cover it up, Glenn decided to be blunt.

“Ahaha, oh, you’re such a charmer… but I’m happy… thank you…”

Her cheeks faintly flushed, Rumia smiled with genuine delight.

“Sistie and Re=L already headed to the venue. Shall we go too?”

Huh? Re=L left Rumia alone—what’s that girl doing?

Glenn could already feel a headache coming on.

Indeed, Rumia’s immediate protection had been entrusted to Glenn, as the situation required quick judgment (apparently, Eve thought more highly of Glenn than he expected).

Re=L’s role was to linger near Rumia at the venue, disguised as a party guest, ready to act on Eve’s orders via communication magic in case of emergency. This time, all of Re=L’s decisions were to be made by Eve—as if she were a puppet on strings.

If Re=L was away from Rumia now, it meant Eve, who was monitoring everything from somewhere on the academy grounds, had given her approval.

Still, isn’t that a bit too carefree? Does she even grasp the importance of this strategy?

Normally, Glenn would think that, but…

“Y-Yeah…”

With Rumia happily linking her arm with his, Glenn could only go along with the flow.

(Man, what a shock… I always thought she was a beauty, but… Rumia’s seriously a beauty…)

As they walked to the venue, exchanging light banter, Glenn stole glances at Rumia’s profile. No matter how many times he looked, it felt like an angel had descended to walk by his side.

“Hehe, I bet you’ll be surprised when you see Sistie and Re=L, Sensei!”

“…Yeah… sure…”

His response was somewhat absentminded.

Despite being accustomed to Celica’s otherworldly beauty, Glenn rarely found himself enchanted by a woman—yet Rumia’s allure captivated him effortlessly.

Even with a dress and accessories that were high quality but not particularly extravagant, she reached this level of radiance.

(I kinda… really wanna see Rumia in that [Robe de la Fae]…)

He knew it wasn’t the time for such carefree thoughts, but he couldn’t help himself.

Glenn and Rumia walked side by side and arrived at the venue.

Though the social ball hadn’t officially started, the atmosphere was already lively.

To set the mood, the conductor was waving their baton, and the orchestra had begun playing.

In response, many couples were already dancing.

Under the dazzling light pouring from the chandeliers, students in their finery chatted animatedly throughout the venue. The unfamiliar faces mixed in were likely students from other schools.

In the distance, Glenn could see the student council president, Rize, greeting arriving government officials.

“Whoa, seriously? This is insane! I totally underestimated a student event…”

Despite the main attendees being teenagers, the grandeur and authenticity rivaled that of a noble’s social gathering.

As Glenn blinked, feeling like he was in a dream…

“Yo, Sensei!”

Spotting Glenn, a group of students eagerly gathered around him and Rumia.

“Heard you’re entering the dance competition with Rumia? Word is, your name’s on the ‘Guys to Stab in the Back at Night’ list among the academy’s dudes!”

The boy who said this with a sunny grin was Kash, the de facto leader of the boys in Glenn’s class. The tailcoat he wore, likely borrowed from the academy, was slightly too small for his large frame, fitting him awkwardly.

“…What’s that creepy list…?”

“Well, duh! You swooped in and stole the angel every guy in the academy’s crushing on, all for some pocket change before payday!”

“Honestly, you’re as tactless as ever…”

Wendy, dressed in an exquisite gown with her twin-tails, sighed with narrowed eyes. True to her status as a high noble’s daughter, her presence was vibrant, beautiful, and dignified.

“Really, now! This is supposed to be a refined party befitting someone of my stature, yet the quality of the men here is deplorable. They lack manners and delicacy, constantly trying to drag me onto the dance floor… I wish they’d learn how to treat a lady before approaching me!”

Turning her nose up haughtily, Wendy left Kash and Rumia with no choice but to give wry smiles.

“By the way, Sensei, since you’re planning to make some cash in the dance competition, I came up with a little scheme…”

With a mischievous grin, Kash leaned in to whisper to Glenn.

“Get this! I rallied everyone in our class, and almost all of us in Class 2 are joining the dance competition!”

“Wha—!?”

“We’re calling it ‘Mission: Drain Sensei’s Wallet at the Dance Party!’”

Glenn’s face twisted as if he’d bitten into a bitter bug. You meddling jerk…

There was a reason Glenn and Rumia had to win the dance competition. Protecting Rumia up close was part of it, but it was also tied to the unique rules of this traditional imperial social ball.

A social ball was, naturally, a place for mingling and networking. Thus, it was customary—and a rule—to accept at least one dance if invited. Refusing repeatedly could get you kicked out by the organizers.

In short, it was like saying, “Why are you even here if you’re not participating? Read the room!”

However, competition participants could refuse invitations at their discretion as long as they held their entry rights, since changing partners could disrupt their rhythm. So, as long as Glenn and Rumia kept winning, no one else could take Rumia’s hand.

Holding a dance competition alongside the ball was a common format in imperial social gatherings, and this was a strategic move to exploit that for Rumia’s protection…

“Man, it was a brilliant call! Everyone got super hyped! We drew lots for partners, but guys like Kai and Rodd were practically crying with joy over holding a girl’s hand for the first time!”

“…That’s just sad.”

Glenn could only sigh at Kash’s carefree attitude.

“Ugh, if only Professor Arfonia were here…”

“Kash-san, don’t be unreasonable. The professor is still recovering… but more importantly!”

Wendy pointed sharply at Glenn.

“Even with a supreme lady like me here, I’m not about to let someone else claim the [Robe de la Fae] without a fight! I’ll be joining the competition too! Oh-ho-ho-ho!”

“By the way, Sensei, I’m Wendy’s partner. Got picked by lot.”

“…I’ve already lost before the battle even started…”

“That’s harsh!”

Wendy covered her face in despair, while Kash’s cheek twitched…

“Ugh, why did I have to get dragged into this…? I’m so busy…”

“Now, now… building connections is important for a magician, don’t you think…?”

In the back, Gibul, likely roped in by Kash, grumbled discontentedly, while Cecil tried to soothe him…

“Hehe, please go easy on us in the competition, Sensei. Actually, I’m pretty confident in my dancing. I won’t lose so easily!”

“Uh… Sensei… i-if you’d like… after the competition… would you, um… dance with me…? N-Never mind…”

There was Teresa, ever-smiling, and Lynn, the small, animal-like girl with a ponytail.

“Hey—! You students, stop right there!”

“Crap, we got caught!? Run, Rodd!”

“R-Right!”

Kai and Rodd, who had been sneaking food from the tables, were being chased by the organizers.

Others, like Alf, Bix, Cycer, Annette, Bella, and Cathy—key students from Glenn’s class—were also participating in the ball.

“…Hm? Speaking of key students…”

The usual noisy white-haired sermonizer and the natural-born wrecking tank were nowhere to be seen.

Just as Glenn began to look for them…

Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh—!

A wave of gasps and murmurs erupted from one corner, spreading across the venue.

“…What’s that!?”

Glenn turned toward the source, where all eyes in the venue were now fixed.

At the center, a couple was dancing to the orchestra’s music.

One of them was unmistakable, even from a distance—Sistine. Her flowing silver hair gleamed, complemented by a vibrant sky-blue dress. Her ethereal presence, no less captivating than Rumia’s, drew every gaze effortlessly.

Her dance partner was an unfamiliar, petite boy. His vivid blue hair was tied into a neat braid at the nape of his neck, and even Glenn, a man, found himself momentarily stunned by the boy’s breathtaking beauty. Dressed impeccably in a crisp tailcoat, like a perfectly posed doll, the boy moved with mechanical precision, matching Sistine’s steps without a flicker of emotion.

While Sistine’s skillful lead played a part, the boy’s dance technique was extraordinary. His movements were flawlessly accurate, almost inorganic, yet paired with his doll-like, cool beauty, they exuded a forbidden allure.

“Kyaaaa—!”

“So dreamy! Who is he!? Who’s that gorgeous gentleman!?”

“Oh my gosh! Was there ever such a guy at this academy!?”

“D-Damn… I… I think I’m awakening to something new…”

“Stop, Luzel! Come back! That’s a dangerous path!”

“But there’s no way a guy that cute isn’t a girl…”

“Luzel—!”

The boy had the entire venue’s female students swooning and shrieking, while a small handful of male students grappled with conflicted feelings.

Eventually, Sistine and the boy executed a dazzling dance finale.

Amid thunderous applause, Sistine led the boy by the hand toward a dumbfounded Glenn.

Up close, Glenn finally realized the boy’s true identity.

“…You’re Re=L!? Seriously!?”

“Mm.”

The “boy”—Re=L—responded with disinterest.

“Hehe, surprised, huh? This is my masterpiece!”

Sistine, basking in the envious stares for monopolizing Re=L, puffed out her chest proudly.

“Something just clicked when I saw Re=L! I knew she could become a cross-dressing beauty who’d captivate every girl in the venue if we polished her up! And I was right!”

She shot Glenn a challenging glance.

“By the way, Sensei? I’m teaming up with Re=L for the dance competition.”

“Huh!?”

“What? Got a problem with that? There’s no rule saying girls can’t pair up. And I want to wear the [Robe de la Fae] too!”

“N-No, I don’t have a problem, but…”

Glenn faltered under Sistine’s unusually bold and defiant attitude, especially her repeated insistence on wanting the ‘Robe de la Fae.’

Beside him, Rumia gave a wry smile, Oh, Sistie, you’re so stubborn.

“By the way, you saw, right? Re=L is amazing! She can perfectly replicate any move after being shown just once! Thanks to her, we’re practically frontrunners for the win!”

It was true. Sistine’s dancing was exceptional for a student, and Re=L’s puppet-like precision meshed perfectly with Sistine’s proactive lead.

If they faced off, even Glenn might lose.

“Alright, let’s have a fair fight, Rumia! I know how much the [Robe de la Fae] means to you, and I’m really sorry it’s come to this… but!”

Sistine flashed a fearless grin at Rumia and declared boldly,

“As a girl at this academy, I can’t just hand over the [Robe de la Fae] so easily! Even if it’s you, I won’t go easy!”

“Haha… yeah, you’re right. Let’s both do our best, Sistie.”

Rumia could only offer a wry smile.

She knew Sistine meant no harm. She was just jealous because Glenn was dancing with Rumia and couldn’t help but stir things up.

Sistine was simply letting her childish awkwardness run wild.

“And you, Sensei! Using Rumia to make pocket money in the dance competition? You’re as tactless as ever! For your future education, I’ll have to crush those greedy ambitions!”

“Huh…?”

Why’s she so fired up…?

Glenn looked exasperated as Sistine went on.

Then, Re=L tugged gently at Glenn’s sleeve, looking up at him sleepily…

“Glenn. I learned dancing. I worked hard. Will you dance with me later?”

“…Uh, the part you learned is the guy’s role, right…?”

“Huh?”

Re=L blinked, as if this was news to her…

“Come on, Re=L! Let’s dance one more time before the ball officially starts! Heh heh heh… I’ll show everyone who the real frontrunner is tonight!”

Dragging Re=L by the hand, Sistine strutted confidently toward the central stage.

As she went, she kept throwing provocative glances at Glenn and Rumia…

“Ugh, seriously, what’s with her…?”

Glenn clutched his head, utterly baffled by his unpredictable student.

For a moment, Rumia gazed at Glenn’s profile… then broke into a soft smile.

“Somehow… my heart’s kinda racing, you know?”

“Hm?”

“The truth is… I’ve been looking forward to this day for so long.”

She whispered those words softly.

“Dancing with someone wonderful at this academy’s ball, aiming for the [Robe de la Fae]—that’s been my dream since I was a little girl… But, I’m not normal… If someone got close to someone like me, who’s not normal, they’d surely end up unhappy someday… That jinx always terrified me…”

But with you…

As if trying to say that, Rumia gazed at Glenn intently.

With a smile so clear it seemed transparent. A smile like that of a saint who had found redemption.

“Rumia…?”

“Hehe, I hope… it’ll be the best night ever, right?”

Faced with the pure, untainted smile and wish of this innocent girl,

Glenn finally resolved to keep silent until the very end—about whether or not to reveal the terrifying conspiracy lurking behind this ball, a dilemma that had plagued him all along.

(Damn it, I don’t know what’s right anymore… No, I’m probably screwing this up big time…)

Even if it meant defying orders, even if it meant his own ruin, coming clean and wrecking Rumia’s ball… That was obviously the most just course of action, no question about it.

But honestly, the future awaiting Rumia, targeted by the Researchers of Heavenly Wisdom, was nothing short of brutal. Glenn wasn’t naive enough to optimistically believe she’d somehow find happiness someday.

And yet, was she to be denied even this fleeting moment of a simple wish?

Was even this innocent girl’s tiny prayer and hope destined to never reach the heavens?

(…Damn it! It’s crazy, but I’ve got no choice but to do this! I’m gonna seize a greedy, god-defying happy ending—there’s no other way!)

But could he, a far cry from the Mage of Justice in some storybook, actually pull it off?

He didn’t know, but Glenn steeled himself and, with the biggest smile he could muster, said,

“…Yeah, you’re right! It’s gonna be the best night ever!”

And then—

(…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Sistie…)

By some twist of fate, Rumia had ended up dancing with Glenn.

Knowing Sistine’s hidden feelings, Rumia felt an ache of guilt in her heart.

But even so,

(Just for tonight… Please, let me be selfish just this once, Sistie…)

Because back then, when Glenn had boldly made his move on her,

She had craved it. She had wished for it. She had realized it.

Her true feelings.

At this ball she’d always dreamed of—I want to dance with Glenn-sensei, she thought.

(…Just for tonight… I want to be with Glenn-sensei… Just tonight…)

Escorted by Glenn, Rumia smiled with joy and excitement, but no one could possibly fathom the bittersweet longing in her heart.

Thus, amidst a whirlwind of various intentions and schemes,

“Now, to all the gentlemen and ladies gathered here, may you enjoy a splendid evening…”

With those words from Rize, the Student Council President, the ball officially commenced.

The orchestra immediately began playing a grand piece under the conductor’s delicate direction, and couples started dancing to the music, each in their own way.

The buffet-style feast, laden with lavish food and drinks, seemed inexhaustible.

Holding plates or glasses, students from different years, genders, and even other schools—people who rarely spoke otherwise—chatted merrily, crossing all sorts of boundaries. Waiters and staff bustled attentively between them.

And as conversations sparked, those who hit it off would take each other’s hands and join the dance… The joyous night was only just beginning.

(…Not a single one of them has the faintest clue about the bloody schemes and conspiracies lurking behind this dazzling stage… Talk about blissful ignorance…)

Glenn cast a cold, sharp glance over the glamorous atmosphere of the venue, but…

“Ugh, come on, Sensei! Stop scarfing down food like that! People from other schools and guests are watching—you’re embarrassing us!”

Sistine’s shrill voice scolded Glenn, who was holding four plates piled high with food, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel’s as he devoured everything in sight.

“Shut up! I haven’t had a decent meal in ages, and if I don’t refuel here, it’s a matter of life and death! Hey, you! What do you think you’re doing, swiping my meat?! That’s mine! Get back here—!”

“No, you wait right there—!”

Amidst the usual chaos of Glenn and Sistine, as always…

“…♪”

Re=L, silently munching on strawberry tarts stacked into a towering monument on her plate, wore her usual sleepy, blank expression, though it somehow seemed content.

“Haha… Even in such a fancy setting, we’re still the same old us, huh…”

Rumia watched them with a wry yet fond smile.

Meanwhile,

Kash, Kai, Rodd, and other prominent boys from Class 2 were hitting on girls from other schools attending the ball, only to crash and burn spectacularly, one after another.

Wendy, Teresa, and other refined ojou-sama (the real deal) accustomed to high society were overwhelmed by endless dance invitations from boys across the venue.

Cecil, dubbed the “cute boy,” was a massive hit among the girls, spinning from one dance partner to the next until he was dizzy.

Lynn, from a distance, stared at Glenn with an expression that seemed to hold unspoken words.

Surprisingly, Gibul, the lone-wolf type who usually kept others at arm’s length, was engrossed in a lively discussion about magic with a professor from another school. Perhaps the festive atmosphere had gotten to him.

In any case, everyone was enjoying the moment in their own way when…

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. We will now begin the first round of the traditional dance competition for the Alzano Imperial Magic Academy’s ball. Those eligible to participate—those who have not yet registered—…”

Rize’s announcement echoed through the venue, amplified by magical sound projection.

The dance competition consisted of three preliminary rounds and three main rounds, held every thirty minutes to an hour. Participation was generally by pre-registration, but spontaneous entries with a compatible partner were also allowed on the day of the event. Students from other schools typically joined this way.

In the preliminaries, multiple couples danced simultaneously, and judges awarded a set number of checks to each pair. The couples with the most checks advanced to the next round in a survival format.

In the main rounds, three couples danced at a time, with judges scoring them on various artistic criteria. The pair with the highest score moved on to the next round in a tournament format.

The competition progressed this way, culminating in a final showdown between two couples.

The winning couple’s female partner would be granted the traditional [Robe de la Fae] and perform the grand finale dance before everyone, closing the ball.

This was a tremendous honor, not just for the academy’s students but for everyone participating in this storied ball.

And now, those eager to claim that honor took their first steps, brimming with enthusiasm, as they competed in the first preliminary round, showcasing their dances to the music.

Glenn and Rumia. Sistine and Re=L. The students of Glenn’s class.

Every participant danced with all their heart and skill—

“…Well, we somehow managed to scrape through the first prelim round…”

“Yes.”

After the round ended, Glenn let out a sigh of relief, and Rumia, standing close by, smiled happily.

“Sistie and the others passed the prelims with ease, too… This is starting to get fun, isn’t it?”

(…Yikes… This is tougher than I thought…)

Glenn, on the other hand, couldn’t stop sweating.

He’d underestimated it as just a silly student-level competition. The participants’ dance skills far exceeded his expectations. Of course, there were polished dancers like Teresa, true ojou-sama and noble daughters accustomed to ballroom dancing, but even the academy’s students and those from other schools had clearly practiced extensively for this day.

(…Is this part of the allure of the [Robe de la Fae]? Man, one misstep could be fatal… This is gonna be rough…)

Speaking of noble ojou-sama, the prime example would be Wendy, but…

“Grrr! How could I fail the first preliminary round in such a disgraceful manner?!”

The girl in question was biting her handkerchief in frustration.

“Uh… Just so we’re clear, Wendy, this time it’s not my fault, okay…?”

“Gahh! I know that!”

In the first half of the preliminary dance, Wendy had performed with such refined grace that everyone sighed in awe. Her partner, Kash, despite being a last-minute addition, kept up with her elegant movements through sheer athleticism and quick learning.

Everyone was convinced that Wendy and Kash were top contenders for the win.

But at the critical moment of their finale, Wendy tripped over the hem of her dress and fell spectacularly. Her knack for clumsiness at key moments hadn’t changed.

“Hell yeah—! We made it through the first round—!”

“Damn it! I finally had a legit chance to hold a girl’s hand—!”

Around Glenn, students who passed or failed the prelims were either celebrating or lamenting, each for their own reasons.

“Geez, these guys are loud no matter where or when…”

Glenn let out a wry smile… when it happened.

“…Pardon me. I had the pleasure of watching your performance in the first preliminary round. You both danced wonderfully, didn’t you?”

A boy approached Glenn and struck up a conversation.

“This year’s competition is filled with remarkably skilled dancers, but in my estimation, you two stood out above the rest… Truly impressive.”

He was a gentle-looking boy with soft features, exuding an air of kindness. Dressed impeccably in a tailcoat, he appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen, the same age as Rumia and the others, but Glenn didn’t recognize him at all.

“…Forgive me. My name is Kaito Eilis. I’m here as an invited guest from Kleitos Academy. If I may, could I have your names?”

The boy presented his Kleitos Academy student ID and invitation letter as he spoke.

“Haha, thank you! I’m Rumia Tingel, a second-year student.”

“Glenn Radars, instructor at the Alzano Imperial Magic Academy.”

Rumia replied cheerfully, while Glenn responded curtly, his wariness plain.

“Rumia-san, is it? Your dancing moved me deeply. It was as if an angel had descended upon the venue…”

The boy casually brushed past Glenn and began chatting with Rumia in a cheerful tone.

What’s with this guy? Another one of those flirty pickup artists, huh?

Perhaps because they were unaware of Glenn and Rumia’s situation, the male students from other schools were drawn to Rumia like moths to a flame, constantly trying to get close to her. Of course, a social ball was the kind of place for such interactions, so it wasn’t a problem in itself—but unfortunately, this time, it was an interference to her escort.

As he had done countless times since the social ball began, Glenn opened his mouth to shoo away the impudent insect approaching Rumia with ulterior motives…

But then, an unbelievable whisper leaked from the gemstone embedded in Glenn’s ear, used for communication magic.

“Glenn, that boy is our enemy this time… Zayd《Demon’s Right Hand》. There’s no mistake.”

Caught off guard by Eve’s words, Glenn froze involuntarily.

(What did she just say—!?)

“Hehe, you can’t let it show on your face, Glenn.”

The fact that the enemy was so close sent a wave of tension coursing through Glenn’s entire body.

“…Oh? What’s wrong, Glenn-sensei? You don’t look so well.”

The boy named Kaito—no, Zayd—feigned concern for Glenn with a chilling smile.

Seeing that deliberate expression, Glenn instantly understood.

(…This guy…!? Could he really be—!)

“Yes, that’s right, Glenn. Zayd knows his true identity has already been exposed to me. Yet, he deliberately revealed himself to us… A declaration of war for tonight, perhaps?”

A playful chuckle echoed from the other side of the gemstone communication device hidden in Glenn’s ear, conveying Eve’s amused demeanor from somewhere within the venue where she lay concealed.

“…Sensei?”

(Eve! We need to apprehend this guy right here, right now! Back me up!)

Shielding Rumia behind him, Glenn conveyed his intentions to Eve through telepathic communication via the earpiece, his gaze that of a former mage-killer as he reached for the handgun hidden at his back—

“Hold it, Glenn. For now, we let him swim.”

Yet another unbelievable response came back.

(Huh!? Are you kidding me!? What’s that supposed to mean!?)

“No choice, I suppose… This is top-secret information, but… behind Zayd, there’s another unidentified mage from the enemy organization. From the intel I’ve gathered, it’s highly likely that Zayd’s assassinations are being carried out by both him and this other accomplice. And that person is probably deeply connected to the core of the enemy organization…”

A mental shock hit Glenn, as if he’d been struck on the back of the head.

This was news to him. He hadn’t heard even a fragment of such a fact.

(Eve…! Why the hell did you keep such critical information under wraps until now!? Do Albert and the others know about this…!?)

“To identify and reel in that unidentified mage, we need to let Zayd swim for now. Don’t worry… the princess’s protection is perfect. Sooner or later, Zayd will slip up. And I’ll make sure to catch that tail of his.”

Eve completely ignored Glenn’s questions.

To begin with, how could Eve, who had seen through Zayd’s infiltration disguise and even his face, not share such vital information with Glenn, Albert, and the others? Did she genuinely believe it was enough for her alone to know? That was unthinkable.

There were mountains of things Glenn wanted to press her on, but…

(…Damn it! Forget that—prioritize Rumia’s safety! We need to apprehend this guy, or better yet—deal with him right here!)

“No. That’s an order, Glenn. The former princess’s safety is secondary to reeling in and capturing the unidentified mastermind behind Zayd… That’s the core of the strategy I devised, the true objective.”

Eve remained unyielding.

“Besides, didn’t I tell you my [Ira’s Flame] can detect vectors of malice, killing intent, and negative emotions? If you cause a commotion now and draw everyone’s attention, the moment the venue’s negative emotions focus on you, I won’t be able to read any killing intent… It’ll give the mastermind an opening.”

(…Th-That’s…!)

“So, do you cause a risky, fruitless commotion now, or let him swim for the sake of the future? Which option truly keeps the princess safer, I wonder?”

(…You…!)

“It’s fine, Glenn. Both Zayd and the true mastermind behind him know I’m involved this time. They understand that if they carelessly show killing intent to take out the princess in this venue, I’ll pinpoint their location and burn them down. At the same time, they also know I’m letting Zayd swim to catch the mastermind behind him, so I won’t touch him for now. As I said earlier, this is just a greeting… a declaration of war.”

What was this precarious situation, balanced on a razor’s edge like treading on thin ice?

The enemy targeting Rumia was standing right in front of him, yet he couldn’t make a move.

Faced with this absurdity, Glenn gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure.

“Hehehe… Things are getting interesting, Glenn. In this situation where neither side can act recklessly, how will they attempt to assassinate the princess? …Well, with me here, it’s impossible anyway.”

Eve’s words, laced with a sense of leisure as if she were enjoying the situation, made Glenn’s skin crawl.

“…I see. So you’re participating in the competition with your esteemed teacher, Glenn-sensei, today?”

“Yes, that’s right. We practiced a lot for this day!”

Oblivious to Glenn’s inner turmoil, Rumia, standing close to him, chatted amiably with Zayd.

Meanwhile, Zayd shot Glenn, who was glaring at him with open wariness, a fleeting, cold smirk, as if to provoke him…

“Well then… Rumia-san. After the competition ends, would you do me the honor of being my dance partner just once? As a memento of this night and our encounter… please.”

“Oh, sure. If it’s just a regular dance, I’d be happy to. I look forward to it!”

“Hehe, thank you. I wish you the best of luck in the competition.”

(Damn it…!? That’s his angle, huh…!? Is he the one making the first move!?)

Glenn gnashed his teeth, realizing he’d been outmaneuvered.

(Competitors who lose and forfeit their participation rights can’t refuse dance invitations as long as they remain in the venue… If they keep refusing, the organizers will order them to leave the venue… That’s the perfect chance to ‘assassinate’ Rumia…)

After all, outside the venue, there were undoubtedly vile mages lying in wait, ready to strike. Beyond Eve’s sphere of control, the outside was a death trap for Rumia.

(The safety outside the venue hasn’t been secured yet! I can only hope Albert and the others handle things well, but if they miss even one, stepping outside is suicide…!)

But forcibly staying in the venue and causing a scene was also a poor move.

(If I do that, the venue will definitely descend into chaos. All the negative emotions in the place will focus on us. The other mastermind, hiding somewhere in this venue, will naturally aim for that moment…!)

Causing a disturbance would draw the malice of the attendees toward Glenn and his group, rendering Eve unable to detect the mastermind’s killing intent. In a chaotic setting with so many people, if Eve’s control could be neutralized even for a moment, there were countless ways to carry out an ‘assassination.’

(Of course, I can’t let Zayd《Demon’s Right Hand》touch Rumia either…)

After all, whatever its nature, someone with a grandiose title like《Demon’s Right Hand》couldn’t be harmless.

Letting Rumia come into contact with Zayd’s ‘hand’ was out of the question.

And now, with the newly emerged, unidentified mastermind… not knowing who they were made it too dangerous to let Rumia dance with anyone else to buy time until the end.

Besides, involving innocent academy students in such a dangerous situation was unthinkable. Approaching Rumia, who was targeted by assassins, was like shaking hands with the Grim Reaper.

(If Eve hadn’t gotten greedy about capturing the mastermind… If she’d shared the information from the start! If the organization wasn’t fixated on ‘assassination’ and aimed for outright ‘murder’ instead! If we could expose this conspiracy to the academy… None of this would be an issue!)

Trapped in this impossibly complex, suffocating situation, Glenn wanted to clutch his head in frustration.

And then—

“Well then, do your best in the competition, Glenn-sensei. I’m rooting for you from the bottom of my heart.”

Zayd《Demon’s Right Hand》extended his ‘right hand’ toward Glenn for a handshake.

(…!?)

A shiver of dread and tension ran down Glenn’s spine.

Logically, he knew Zayd wouldn’t harm him here. If Glenn died, the ball would surely be canceled due to the incident, thwarting their objective.

But this was《Demon’s Right Hand》, who had secretly killed countless VIPs without ever being identified. There was no guarantee Glenn would be unharmed after grasping that ‘right hand’…

(Screw it! I’m making Rumia… and everyone in this venue, bet their lives! If I’m not willing to risk my own, what kind of man am I…!?)

Even if, by some chance, Glenn fell to《Demon’s Right Hand》here…

As frustrating as it was, Eve might be able to deduce the true nature of《Demon’s Right Hand》from his death.

That, in turn, could protect Rumia and everyone in the venue—

And so.

“…Yeah, I’ll win this thing. No way I’m letting you touch Rumia’s hand,《Demon’s Right Hand》.”

Without voicing ‘Demon’s Right Hand,’ Glenn mouthed the words with his lips, glaring at Zayd with a ferocious expression as he gripped the boy’s ‘right hand’ in return.

“Taking my ‘right hand’ without hesitation… That’s some serious guts. I like you,《The Fool》.”

Similarly, without voicing ‘The Fool,’ Zayd mouthed the words, smirking boldly in response.

In that instant, the air between them seemed to drop a few degrees.

As Glenn and Zayd engaged in this delicate, icy exchange…

“…”

Rumia, with a solemn expression, quietly stared at Glenn’s profile.

Meanwhile—

“Man, this ball is spectacular! It really gets your heart racing!”

“I attend this social ball every year, but this excitement is beyond anything I’ve seen!”

“The conductor’s skill and the orchestra’s precision are impressive, but this unique arrangement is what really shines!”

“Indeed, splendid performance! Just listening to it makes my heart tremble!”

The oblivious attendees were having a grand time, reveling in the festivities.

—At that moment, atop the roof of the academy’s assembly hall, enveloped in the night air.

Three shadowy figures stood there in secret.

Albert, Bernard, and Christoph, the trio.

“Ugh, come on! There’s a ton of young, lively girls inside! Hey, Al-boy… mind if I pop in for a bit…?”

“Get serious, old man. I’ll shoot you in the back.”

Ignoring the banter between Bernard and Albert…

“…”

Christoph stood in quiet meditation, a pentagram array unfurled at his feet, emitting a faint glow. Through it, he connected his surface consciousness to a wide-area detection barrier spread across every corner of the academy grounds, focusing all his nerves on the task.

“So, how’s it going, Chris-boy? Any reactions?”

“No, nothing yet so far…”

Letting out a sigh and opening his eyes, Christoph spoke as if he’d made up his mind.

“Bernard-san, Albert-san… I might be seen as a coward for this, but… I’m really against this kind of strategy.”

“Relax, both me and Al-boy here feel the same way.”

Shrugging dramatically, Bernard responded.

“I know Eve-san’s abilities. She’s undoubtedly a genius, someone I couldn’t even hope to compare to. But this strategy is far too reckless and dangerous… There’s no way Eve-san doesn’t see that… It’s almost as if…”

“…It’s all been set up. Right?”

As Albert suddenly cut in sharply, Christoph and Bernard turned their gazes toward him.

“All that woman wants is glory. That’s why she came up with this strategy.”

“What’s that… You noticed it too, Al-boy?”

“Huh? Both of you… What exactly does that mean…?”

Christoph’s expression was as if he’d been caught off guard.

“Christoph. Haven’t you noticed after seeing that woman… Eve Ignite’s secret techniques?”

Albert, arms crossed, glanced at Christoph.

“A domain boasting high attack power and speed, detection skills specialized solely in sensing killing intent, and intelligence-gathering abilities… In other words, a set of techniques designed to outmaneuver allies and defeat enemies with her own hands. That’s the ‘Flame Magic’ that the Ignite Ducal House, which has served the royal family since the dawn of the empire, renowned as the pinnacle of magical martial prowess, takes pride in.”

“The Ignite family, you see, must always stand at the top of the empire’s mages in terms of status, honor, glory, and strength… That’s the kind of family they are.”

“…No way… Eve-san came up with this reckless strategy just to claim glory for herself? For the fame that comes with overcoming near-impossible odds…? That’s absurd…”

To Christoph’s grimace, Albert silently affirmed with his silence.

“That’s not all. From the looks of it, that Eve-chan’s hiding something from us, isn’t she? In short, she’s planning to outwit not just the enemy, but us as well.”

“She’s going that far…?”

“Hmph. That woman’s always been a schemer. But we do our best under the conditions given and deliver results. That’s how it works between a superior and their subordinates in the military.”

Albert said this matter-of-factly, as always.

“Eve-san《The Magician》… I’ve thought this for a while, but why does she go to such lengths…?”

To Christoph, unable to hide his confusion and bewilderment…

“As someone who’s known her since she was a kid, I’ll defend her a bit… She’s in a rather complicated position, you see… She has her reasons for having to act this way.”

Stroking his chin beard, Bernard responded with a bitter expression.

“The Imperial Court Mage Corps has various combat units, research labs, and departments… But among them, the Special Missions Annex handles magic-related cases in utmost secrecy, the elite of the elite… You could say they’re the corps’ martial vanguard. As the heir to the Ignite family, Eve-chan was appointed as its director. This appointment is, well… a tradition, or rather, a custom of the imperial military.”

“Yes, the director of the Special Missions Annex, Executive Officer Number 1《The Magician》, has always been someone from the Ignite family… That’s how it’s been, right?”

“But, you see, she’s actually an illegitimate child, born to a commoner mother by her father… She was elevated to heir after her legitimate older sister lost her magical abilities in an accident.”

“!”

“You know how it is, but the Ignite Ducal House, one of the oldest noble families, is fossilized in its aristocratic ways. You can imagine how harsh the treatment was from her father and clan toward Eve-chan, an illegitimate child with commoner blood.”

Scratching his head, Bernard’s face was grim, perhaps recalling Eve from those days.

“She may not look it, but she’s desperate. She’s been trying so hard to prove her worth to her family… She’s desperate for achievements. Back in the day, she was a bit of a dreamer but a kind-hearted girl… But in her struggle to be recognized, she somehow turned into an iron lady.”

“That’s how it was…”

“That girl’s just putting on a tough front so she won’t be crushed by her position. That aggressive, domineering attitude toward others is just the flip side of her own weaknesses. That’s why I can’t just leave her be…”

And… at that moment.

“…Stop it, Bernard.”

Leaning against the small roof covering the dormer window—a slanted window protruding from the roof, arms crossed and legs folded, stood—

“I am who I am. My family… my father, my clan… they don’t matter…”

“Eve. Why are you here? Weren’t you supposed to be in charge of the venue?”

“It’s fine. I haven’t neglected my vigilance within the domain. More importantly…”

Huffing irritably at Albert’s rebuke, Eve glanced at Christoph.

“…Isn’t it about time, Christoph?”

And as Eve prompted Christoph,

“Yes, now… it’s here! There’s a reaction in the barrier!”

“…Oh-ho, is it finally our turn!?”

“……”

The air among them grew heavy and sharp in an instant.

“Three enemy signatures. Coordinates and other enemy details—here.”

Christoph flicked the magic crystal he’d been gripping with his thumb, passing it to the other three.

The crystal contained the information Christoph had obtained from the barrier.

“…Understood.”

The three, having rapidly processed the enemy data stored in the crystal in their surface consciousness, instantly grasped the situation.

“Now, how shall we handle this…?”

“The enemy has split into three groups. The safest strategy to minimize our losses is to act in a three-man cell and deal with each enemy one by one, but…”

“No way, that won’t do. While we’re dealing with one, the other two will reach here. Then I’d have to face them. That’d throw my plans off. I hate that.”

Eve interjected sharply.

“I’ll take charge.《The Star》takes the northern enemy,《The Hermit》the western enemy, and《The Hierophant》the eastern enemy. You can handle that, right? You lot.”

Her commanding tone carried an air of absolute confidence in her leadership.

“Hmm, about that… Chris-boy isn’t suited for solo combat. He shines in group battles. I’d rather not push him too hard…”

Bernard grimaced, but

“No. It’s true that’s the most efficient approach. Let’s go with it.”

Christoph, with a solemn expression, affirmed Eve’s decision.

“…Good. I’m counting on you, my reliable comrades.”

Turning her back to them, Eve emphasized the word deliberately.

“Haaah, while cute girls are having fun inside, we’re stuck fighting clueless idiots out here… At least I hope the enemy’s a pretty girl…”

Grumbling as if it were the biggest hassle, Bernard stood up…

“…Don’t die.”

Without so much as a glance, Albert curtly said this while patting Christoph’s shoulder, walking toward the edge of the roof…

“Yes, everyone, I wish you luck.”

Christoph gave a faint smile.

Albert, Bernard, and Christoph dispersed from the spot, leaping into the night’s darkness.

Near the eastern herb garden within the grounds of the Alzano Imperial Magic Academy.

In a vast field filled with various shapes of medicinal herbs—

“Ufufu, it’s work♪ Ufufu, it’s work♪”

A voluptuous girl in a sensual dress was walking toward the academy’s main hall with a carefree stride, as if on a leisurely stroll.

“Lalala, beautiful and fleeting princess♪ Lalala, beautiful and fleeting princess♪ Please come outside♪ Tonight’s a lovely moon♪ Come out and say hello♪ I’ll sing you a lullaby☆ Good night♪ Lalala, beautiful and fleeting princess♪ Oh, poor thing☆”

The space around the girl, who seemed feverishly excited, was noticeably colder.

Her shapely lips exhaled white breaths, and with each step she took through the herb garden, the plants she touched frosted over, freezing solid.

“The winter sky is full of love♪ Lalala, beautiful and fleeting princess♪ Oh, poor thing☆ …”

The girl suddenly stopped.

Before she realized it, a boy had appeared about ten meters ahead of her.

“…You won’t pass from here. I’ll be your opponent.”

It was Christoph. Standing there resolutely with a cool yet commanding presence.

“Fufufu, oh my, what a surprise☆ Good evening♪ A cute boy makes his entrance♪”

The girl flashed a broken smile, gracefully curtsying by pinching the hem of her dress. Her hollow eyes glinted with a dark, unfathomable light, both seductive and sinister.

“Come,《The Hierophant》-san♪ You’ll be my dance partner tonight♪ Lalala♪ Your friends are so cruel☆ Leaving you all alone in the dead of winter♪ Oh, poor thing♪ Oh☆ It’s a tragedy♪ A comedy♪”

In that instant, the temperature around the eerily smiling girl dropped several degrees further.

“At least, I won’t forget you♪ I’ll seal your memory in ice~♪ I’ll cherish your eternal beauty♪ Forever and ever♪ Forever~♪”

Suddenly, a blizzard swirled around the girl with a howl. The frozen, crystallized air reflected the moonlight, sparkling. The ground froze with a crackling sound. The surrounding herbs were trapped in growing blocks of ice, one after another.

Her vacant gaze and words were no longer those of a sane person.

Facing this beautiful yet terrifying embodiment of a winter reaper—

“…The Researchers of Heavenly Wisdom, the First Order《Portals Order》—《The Winter Queen》Glacia. With all due respect… you cannot defeat me. Please withdraw.”

Christoph declared without the slightest hint of fear.

“…And so, the cute little bird chirps bravely♪ Poor little bird in a cage♪ Oh, what a tragedy♪ The little bird doesn’t know the world outside its cage♪ Oh, what a tragedy♪”

The temperature around the girl—Glacia—plummeted further, dropping below freezing.

Magical runes carved into her skin glowed brightly. As immense mana surged through them, they shone even more intensely, and the blizzard around her grew fiercer—

This was no longer a mere place; it was the Sixth Garden of extreme cold—an icy hell. Stepping into it without magical defenses would freeze one’s blood instantly, stopping the heart and leading to death.

“…Now, now☆ It’s time for good children to sleep♪ I’ll sing you a lullaby♪ Embrace the winter and sleep♪ 《Eternally・Forever・In Peace》~♪”

Glacia sang her incantation, pointing at Christoph as if dancing—

In that moment, a roaring storm of glowing frost surged toward Christoph like a raging cold wave.

Unfazed, Christoph threw several emeralds, held between his fingers, toward the ground around him with a snap of his wrist.

The emeralds embedded themselves in the ground, encircling Christoph…

“—《Rapid Barrier Deployment・Emerald Circle》!”

In that instant, mana lines raced across the ground, connecting the emeralds, instantly forming a pentagram array.

A green light barrier rose along its lines, meeting the fierce blizzard head-on—

This was the gem-based barrier magic that the Fraul family, Christoph’s prestigious magical lineage, prided itself on.

Barrier magic typically required numerous steps and rituals to construct and activate. The Fraul family, masters of barrier magic, had refined it into a technique usable in close-range magical combat without sacrificing precision or power.

Christoph excelled particularly in defensive barriers.

The gem-based barrier [Emerald Circle] boasted defensive capabilities equivalent to ten average mages’ Black Magic [Force Shield], with an effect range far surpassing them.

Its defensive strength was unmatched even within the Imperial Court Mage Corps—

But cracks formed on the barrier’s surface as it withstood the blizzard—and then—

With a sound like shattering glass, the barrier collapsed and vanished.

“…Wha—”

“Ufufu♪ It’s useless☆ In a world of extreme cold~♪ All motion stops☆ Molecules♪ Origins♪ And even~ Mana♥ Didn’t you know?”

Glacia beamed at the stunned Christoph.

“Welcome, Christoph-sama♥ To my beloved~ winter world♪”

The freezing aura overflowing from her body rapidly grew massive ice pillars around her—the air itself froze and began to shimmer—

“…!?”

His prized defense had been effortlessly shattered.

Though his expression tensed slightly at this fact, Christoph reached for another emerald to set up the next barrier—

“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?”

At the western garden of the Alzano Imperial Magic Academy.

Bernard was tearing at his hair, kicking the fountain, and roaring at the sky.

“Why’s my opponent gotta be a guy like YOUUUU!?”

The man facing Bernard—a heretic mage from the Researchers of Heavenly Wisdom.

A man in his thirties or forties, even taller and broader than the burly Bernard, with a muscular, imposing frame. His stern appearance gave no hint of a mage—more like a martial artist or an eastern ascetic. Though he wore a robe, it seemed ready to burst from his bulging muscles.

“What’s with that macho vibe!? Gross!? Seriously, it’s such a turn-off!? Gross! Damn it, I should’ve gone east! At least I’d have faced a (cute-looking) gal! Hey, you sure that’s not a costume? Like, a gorgeous beauty’s gonna pop out of it… No? Figures.”

Bernard wailed, stomping the ground in frustration.

Ignoring Bernard’s antics, unfit for a battlefield, the man declared solemnly,

“…I am fortunate to face you, Bernard《The Hermit》… No, Bernard, former Executive Officer Number 8《Fortitude》of the Imperial Court Mage Corps’ Special Missions Annex.”

“…Tch, how old’s that story?”

At the mention of his old codename, Fortitude, Bernard grimaced bitterly.

“It’s a famous tale in the underworld. The legend of《Fortitude》, who mastered Black Arts to the extreme.”

Black Arts. A technique that imbues fists or feet with magic, detonating mana directly inside an opponent’s body at the moment of impact—a fusion of magic and martial arts.

Throwing away magic’s greatest advantage—attacking from a distance—to engage in close combat with magic was utterly absurd. Without exceptional mana control, even basic techniques were nearly impossible to master—but once perfected, its power was unmatched.

“They say you, the Demon of Destruction, unleashed a storm of devastation with your overflowing mana… Your instantaneous destructive power in close combat was said to rival even Celica Arfonia. During the Divine Reverence War forty years ago, didn’t you and《Twin Violet Lightning》Zelos wreak havoc together?”

“Hmm… Was there something like that…? Don’t really remember.”

Bernard played dumb, stroking his chin beard.

“We meet at last. Show me your legendary Black Arts, Bernard Jester. You shall become the fuel for my pursuit of the path! —《Break》!”

Chanting a short incantation, the man readied his fist. Runes on the back of his hand glowed…

His fist surged with lightning powerful enough to obliterate his body.

“…Ugh. You’re a Black Arts user too, huh…”

Bernard glared at the man’s Black Arts with a sour expression.

“Fine. If you’re that eager, I’ll give you a little spar…”

Reluctantly, Bernard raised his fists, chanting a short incantation. Flames erupted around his hands.

“Seth《The Roar》of the Researchers of Heavenly Wisdom,《Portals Order》—Here I come!”

“…Just Bernard now. Let’s keep it light…”

In that instant,

Both figures vanished in a blur—and at a midpoint between them—

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!”

“OOOOOOOOOOOOO—!”

A fist wreathed in lightning clashed head-on with a fist ablaze with flames—

Mana detonated, and a colossal explosion shook the heavens and earth.

The clash seemed equal at first glance—

But Seth’s fist… slowly… slowly… began to push Bernard’s back…

And then,

“NUOOOO—!?”

Bernard was completely overpowered, sliding back several meters from the recoil.

“…What the—!?”

“Hmph…”

Seth looked triumphantly at the shocked Bernard.

“You’d better get serious, Demon of Destruction of Alzano. Show me that legendary power, those techniques… Before you die.”

“…Oh, crap… This guy’s seriously bad news…”

Though his bravado remained, Bernard’s smile was clearly strained.

“Kukuku… You’re Albert Frazer-san… aren’t you?”

In a dense, overgrown forest.

The young man who appeared before Albert bowed courteously.

“Pleased to meet you. My name is Vice Sunarth. I am of the《Portals Order》from the organization. A pleasure to make your acquaintance… though, for you, this will be the last time.”

“……”

“I’ve heard much about your reputation and valor. It’s truly an honor to meet a hero of the Imperial Court Mage Corps in person…”

Albert remained silent. His hawk-like, sharp eyes were not on the young man named Vice… but on something standing beside him.

“Oh? Curious about this? Even a warrior of your caliber can’t ignore it, can you? …Hmm?”

Vice smirked, clearly amused by Albert’s reaction.

The thing standing beside Vice—a monster.

Humanoid in shape, but its height and shoulder width were easily two or three times that of a human. Its body was muscular, its skin pitch-black. Twisted horns sprouted from its head, and grotesque, dragon-like wings grew from its back.

This embodiment of tyranny, as depicted in scriptures or holy paintings, was—

“That’s right, as you’ve guessed… This is a ‘demon.’”

Vice gazed at Albert with a look of delight.

“…You’re a demon summoner.”

“Correct. This is a ‘demon’ I summoned. And not just any lesser demon… a proper high-ranking demon… a named archdemon.”

Demons. Beings that represent powerful concepts widely recognized and shared in humanity’s collective subconscious.

Tracing their origins, they stem from plagues, droughts, famines, storms, lightning, earthquakes, wildfires—natural disasters beyond human control—or negative emotions like betrayal, envy, lust, jealousy, or destructive impulses. These fears, taboos, and terrors, intertwined with religion and faith, became personified, gaining forms, personalities, stories, and mythologies—becoming concepts.

As the world is shaped by human observation and cognition, these conceptual beings in the collective subconscious exist with firm egos in a ‘place that is nowhere’—beyond the ‘veil of consciousness’—in other words, the ‘demon realm.’

Magically speaking, gods and demons didn’t exist from the world’s beginning but are fantastical beings born from human imagination. Summoning these conceptual beings from beyond the ‘veil of consciousness,’ giving them physical form in this world—that is demon summoning.

“Hahahahaha! Now, Albert-san《The Star》, rumor has it you’re incredibly strong… against humans, that is. But what about facing the embodiment of human fears… a ‘demon’? Kukukuku!”

No need to answer. He couldn’t win.

By definition, demons are conceptualized as threats humans cannot overcome.

They are far too powerful for humans to face.

But—

“…《Count of Madness》Narkis, huh?”

Albert muttered under his breath.

“!?”

“That demon’s true name is Narkis《Count of Madness》, one of the thirty-six demon generals. A fragment of the army commander under one of the six demon kings,《Black Sword Demon King》Maeves, leading the Black Sword Death Cavalry. In the name of its lord Maeves, it races across the apocalyptic battlefield in a headless horse chariot, blowing the trumpet of madness, turning the world into a hell of corpses and blood, the demon that governs the frenzy of battle.”

“Huh? For a mage, you’re awfully knowledgeable about theology. Or perhaps demonology in this case? Either way, demons have countless interpretations and theories about their forms, yet you’re the first to discern my demon’s true identity at a glance…”

Vice spoke with an air of admiration, but…

“However, it’s meaningless! I have complete control over the demon’s true name! I won’t hand its command over to you! And even if it’s just a fragment, a great demon is still a great demon! There’s no way someone like you could possibly defeat it—”

“…How many have you sacrificed?”

At that moment, Albert cut in with a piercing gaze, his voice calm yet sharp as he posed the question.

“Pardon?”

“Even if it’s a fragment, a conceptual entity that powerful… To not only manifest it in this world but to sustain it would require an immense number of human souls. Just how many souls have you offered as sacrifices?”

The edges of Albert’s words dripped with a fierce, righteous anger—a burning hatred for evil.

“As a demon summoner, you’ve already forfeited any mercy I might have shown. Come at me, you fiend. I’ll teach you what battle truly means.”

In response to Albert’s declaration…

“…Pfft.”

The young man, as if unable to contain himself any longer, clutched his stomach…

“Ahahahahaha!? Hyaaahahahahaha—!”

Covering his face with his hand, he burst into uproarious laughter.

“No way, no way! To think that Albert-san,《The Star》, is also a master of jokes! To say something like that, of all things!? Your bluffing and bravado are on another level—”

“《O Thunderous Spear》”

As if to say he had no patience for such nonsense, Albert pointed at Vice and began chanting a spell.

The black magic [Lightning Pierce], unleashed with godlike speed, tore through the darkness.

The bolt of lightning surged straight toward the young man—

But in that fleeting instant, the demon’s arm moved like the wind, intercepting and deflecting the lightning.

“I see. You can’t defeat the demon, so you aim directly for the summoner himself… How trite and shallow, don’t you think? Did you really believe a mere human could outsmart a demon?”

Albert, unfazed, didn’t bother to respond—

“《O Golden Thunderbeast, race across the earth, dance and soar in the heavens》—”

This time, he swiftly chanted the incantation for black magic [Plasma Field].

Was he planning to engulf the young man in a wide-area annihilation spell to finish him off—?

“I’m telling you, that’s what makes it shallow—!”

In response, Vice let out a shout.

From the demon’s entire body, black lightning erupted with such ferocious intensity that it seemed to pierce the heavens.

The chaotic dance of black lightning, radiating indiscriminately in all directions, instantly absorbed and overwhelmed Albert’s [Plasma Field]’s storm of thunder—

And, unbelievably, it pushed it back.

Albert’s ultimate technique in close-range magical combat, a B-rank military spell considered his trump card…

Was torn apart as easily as if it were mere scrap paper—

“—!?”

The overwhelming destructive force surged back toward Albert without mercy—

A deafening crash of thunder and an explosive roar resounded in harmony, the ground trembling from the impact.

—Meanwhile.

“Oh my… This… Might be over even more easily than I expected? Perhaps the Imperial Court Mage Corps isn’t as formidable as the rumors suggest…?”

At a corner near the wall inside the ballroom venue, Zayd smirked to himself.

“—Or so the enemy must think. How utterly naive. My strategy is flawless. You vile mages… You have no future. Struggle all you want.”

At a corner on the roof outside the ballroom venue, Eve smirked to herself.

And then—

“Hehehe…”

A new third party, as if seeing through both of them, let out a mocking laugh—a figure cloaked in the deepest abyss of darkness, now silently… stealthily infiltrating the ballroom venue.