The Max Level Hero Has Returned!

Although Josiah has not yet fully awakened as a Vampire Lord and was still unable to use the entirety of her powers, a vampire would always be a vampire. In fact, she was a perfect and complete Vampire Lord too.

It did not need to be said that a Vampire Lord was a powerful existence that acted as the pillar and the absolute monarch of an entire race. In fact, they were such powerful beings that even the lunatic Davey O’Rowane would not be able to easily win against them.

The elves had the Divine Tree, the World Tree, and the vampires had their Vampire Lord. As long as their Lord existed, the vampires could very well be considered as one of the apex predators. However, once their Lord was gone, they would be given a huge penalty where they would not be able to overcome their cravings for blood.

As for the current Vampire Lord, who was Josiah, she could not use blood energy. However, she could certainly handle magic.

In fact, Josiah had already undergone several changes. Her sensitivity to mana along with her skills in handling magic had increased tremendously.

All of the students in Class F had achieved shocking changes and made outstanding achievements. However, Josiah was a bit different from them.

‘I can see mana. I can already start seeing the flow of it.’

Although she could see these changes in her the more she took classes, Josiah still could not openly use her powers. She had to be wary and careful. Otherwise, she would be met with a very dangerous situation. She could tell that her instructor’s serious advice was not a lie at all.

“Keuoook!!!”

Josiah snorted at Voshyr Golia, who flew back in an instant.

“Vo-Voshyr?!”

Seeing their team member easily beaten like that, the two other representatives of Class A, who were still standing right next to Voshyr, immediately raised their wands and aimed their magic at Josiah.

However, Josiah was faster. Her staff quickly flew in.

Bang! Bang!

“Kyaaack!”

“Keuooook!”

Even though she did not use any of her magic skills, it did not take too long for Josiah to beat up the three opposing students. The entire audience was rendered speechless at the shocking and ridiculous end of the battle.

As for Timmy and Molly, who were both on Josiah’s team? They just sighed and shook their heads at her. They were supposed to show a 3:3 magic battle, but Josiah alone had beaten their opponents up with her staff.

This scene was so absurd and ridiculous that everyone present was completely overwhelmed and shocked.

“This… This is unacceptable!!!” The man, who took the place of the missing Rashkan Frances as the Class A’s Teaching Assistant, shouted hastily, “Stu… Student Josiah Frances has broken the basic rule of the magic battle! She has broken the rule: ‘Use magic to beat the opponent.’!!!”

The crowd began to sympathize with the Teaching Assistant’s words.

“That’s right! This is not a martial arts competition but a magic battle! This situation is completely unacceptable!”

Duke Golia’s followers immediately stepped forward to try and reverse the situation but the three representatives who were supposed to fight against Josiah’s team had been rendered unconscious. Noticing this scene, they were going to complain and shout about the ridiculous situation.

“The match was won fair and square. What’s wrong with winning a magic battle while using magic?” After his counterargument made the audience murmur among themselves, Professor Severes said, “Josiah. Explain it yourself.”

Josiah, at Severes’ prompt, raised her staff silently and gathered the mana around her. Then, she said, “Haste, Strength… They are obviously magic. I casted both at the same time. If you have any more complaints, then I will also mention the Dispel that I used in the middle?”

Josiah’s words silenced the entire audience. In other words, Voshyr’s fireball had been instantly erased by Josiah’s Dispel, which had simultaneously been casted with a double chant of Haste and Strength.

Since Haste and Strength were both magic, Josiah did not break any rules. In the end, the audience could not hide their shock at the absurdity of the situation.

“I’ve been hosting the Magic Festival for years, but this is my first time ever witnessing a match like this. This is completely absurd,” one of the professors mumbled incredulously before raising the flag in his hand. He yelled, “We acknowledge Josiah Frances’ use of magic! Class F wins!”

The match was completely ridiculous, but it earned Josiah’s team an overwhelming victory.

“I want to drink some blood…”

“What?”

“Huh? Did you say something?”

After hearing Josiah’s murmur as she looked at the three unconscious people in front of them, Timmy turned toward her in surprise. He stuttered, “Just, just now what did you… That…”

“Ah. It’s nothing,” Josiah evaded the question with furrowed brows.

Although she had never wanted it to happen, changes were already taking place within her body. She was in the awakening stage. The desire to suck blood had also gradually begun to surface in her head. It was not that she could not stand it, but it just felt like she was constantly craving a particularly delicious dessert.

[You can only suck my blood. You have awakened after sucking my blood. If you suck anybody else’s blood, then only a disaster would occur.]

With her instructor’s words ringing in her head, Josiah forced down the desire and slowly moved away from the stage.

The battle eventually ended with Josiah’s two teammates not getting the chance to use magic. However, this was just a single battle, and the Magic Festival was just beginning.

With the resumption of the Magic Festival, everyone had believed that either Class A or Class B would be the ones taking the overall victory. This was unsurprising, since the academy’s classes were divided by the students’ skill levels.

However, the entire Magic Festival had thrown their initial predictions to the wind. The results were starting to dangerously favor Class F, who had just overwhelmingly trashed Class A.

“Save thee! Amidst these raging flames, I call forth…”

“Swing thee! Show thy fantasies in their dreams. Sleep.”

Thud!

The student trying to quickly chant and cast Firebolt fell down after being hit by the Sleep Magic casted by one of the more ordinary students of Class F.

Whether it was the speed of their magic, the way they applied their magic, or how they adapted to the situations presented to them, the students of Class F were able to completely overwhelm their opponents.

This silenced the audience. Everyone watching the Magic Festival wanted to deny the scene in front of their eyes, because Class F had placed last in the previous Magic Festival. There were also rumors about Class F being the home of the academy’s lowest ranked middle school students. However, the situation in front of them seemed to prove otherwise.

Whether in the individual matches or the group battles, the Class F students swept away all of the points. Their majesty and show of dignity left a terrifyingly strong impact on all of the viewers.

“Ready!!! Pass it over!!!”

“I’m going to beat you up, you bastards!!!”

Crack, crack!!!

In fact, three of the Class F students could only use simple endurance magic. They were the exception as the rest of the class showed a high level of cooperation, helping and complementing one another well.

Students from the other classes, who were preparing to cast their magic, lost their balance and collapsed when the Class F students casted some strange magic that twisted and changed the terrain.

After that, the attack magic that the rest of the Class F students had prepared rained down and exploded on their opponents. They were not using fantastic or amazing magic, but the size and intensity of their magic were far greater than the magic being casted by other mages at the same level as them.

Baaaaang!!!

Loud explosions boomed in the field for a moment. In the end, Class F swept the victory for the final game even though they only suffered minimal damage on their side. They celebrated their victory by themselves, leaving the stadium without turning back.

“Good job, everyone.”

“It’s much easier than I expected…?”

“How can those guys who only practiced nonchalantly be able to win against us?”

The Class F students smiled and giggled in celebration, but they came across as terrifying and creepy to everyone else.

“Hey, kids.”

Even Professor Severes, who had always maintained a cold and expressionless face, could not help but look flustered at the students’ dreary smiles. He asked, “What in the world did you guys…?”

“Professor Severes. As long as you studied under that damn lunatic, you will become like this whether you like it or not.”

Their Instructor Devy had never followed the standards of the academy or taught them proper lessons. He had simply forced them to transform through great suffering that had made them want to die. They had felt so bad about themselves whenever they had failed to understand whatever it was he had wanted to teach.

However, the creepiest and scariest part about those lessons had been the way they felt refreshed and stronger from getting beaten by him so harshly. After being exposed to such harsh and brutal treatment, the students had started to enjoy the change even though they had always wanted to protest that they were not perverted masochists.

“He… Hehe…”

The fact that even Molly Saelyn, the most timid student in Class F, was sporting a very dark and vicious smile on her face would render anyone speechless.

There was nothing more to say about Class F, clearly.

“Cough… Instructor Davey… What in the world did you do to these students…?” Professor Severes mumbled to himself as he watched the Class F students who were heading back to the waiting room.

“Hoho. It’s really amazing,” an old man standing behind Severes said casually.

“Heup! Great, Great Sage!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

“When, when did you arrive? If you have just given your word, then…”

“Fufu. The students are the protagonists of the Magic Festival. What good will it do them if this old man appears and interferes with the event?” The old man chuckled as he watched the Class F students disappear into the room. Then, he said, “It’s really very surprising. His younger sister, Princess Winley, is a great talent and is very outstanding. But it’s his existence that is very terrifying to this old man.”

Which crazy mage would be able to make the Class F students achieve something like that in such a short amount of time? Great Sage Hellison Valestia had lived as a Great Sage for a very long time. He was also someone who had been given the title of 7th Circle Mage. However, even someone like him had never seen a method that could allow the students to grow so much and at a very terrifying speed to boot.

The growth of lower-ranking mages was leagues faster than the growth of high-ranking mages. However, anyone who practiced magic knew that their growth would stop at the age of ten. They would often even be stuck at the 4th or 5th Circle, being forced to live that way for the rest of their lives.

“Come to think of it, Instructor Davey was recommended by the Great Sage, right? From what I recall, Instructor Davey is obviously the Saint but…what the hell is he, really?”

Hellison Valestia shook his head. “Hoho… This old man doesn’t know any more than you do. However, there is one thing that I can tell you.”

He, as a 7th Circle master-level mage, could not even fathom the true extent of Davey’s vast mana.

“I don’t think he’s lying about that matter at all. Perhaps…”

‘Isn’t he an 8th Circle mage? That’s a level that all of the mages dream of reaching,’ Hellison thought.

However, he held onto such an idea because he had never seen the existence of First Lich Nyx.

“Right. This means that Class F is the winner, no?”

“Huh? Ah… Yes. I think that’s the case. But if I’m being honest, I still can’t believe that this is the result.”

“Yes, that’s right. Well, didn’t we say that the class that wins first place would have a personal meeting with this old man?” Hellison said calmly as he listened to the voices of the Class F students exiting the waiting room.

“Isn’t Instructor Devy a bit too much?”

“That’s right. We even prepared a present for him, but he just disappeared. And no matter what we do, we can’t find him or figure out what he is doing.”

Hellison chuckled, nodding at the words of the passing students of Class F. He said, “I see. Using my authority as the Great Sage, I think I should give the students of Class F a tour of Heins Territory.”

“Yes?”

“Tell the King of the Rowane Kingdom that this old man will personally visit,” Hellison said, his eyes twinkling in interest at what was about to happen in the near future. “Severes, when you reach this age…”

“Yes… Great Sage?”

“…You’ll become very much interested in witnessing and experiencing some small and trivial things.”

Everyone might be praising Hellison Valestia as someone wise and calm, but Severes, who had been with him for a long time and had seen everything up close, could tell one thing that others couldn’t.

‘This old man has found something interesting to do again.’