Wizard World Irregular

“Well, I guess I’m done here.” George dusted his robes before glancing at the dozens of Mercenaries who were lying unconscious on the ground.

He was already quite proficient in using his ability, so he was sure that none of the Mercenaries that had captured him died.

George wasn’t a cold-blooded killer, and since the Mercenaries didn’t technically harm him, he didn’t feel the need to kill them. However, he did plan on informing the Headmaster and Professor Barret about what happened so that they could deal with the aftermath.

The Third Year's opponents had suffered injuries serious enough that they were in no capacity to move from where they lay. This was also a good opportunity to capture and interrogate them to uncover the identity of their employers.

But, as he turned around to head to the academy, his body stiffened upon seeing someone standing two meters behind him.

“George Marshall, right?” a man, who was wearing a mask that covered half of his face, asked. “Did you do all of this?”

“No,” George replied in a heartbeat. “When I cto, everyone was already lying on the ground.”

“Really?” the masked man smirked.

“Yes,” George insisted.

The Third Year noticed a badge pinned on the man’s robe, allowing him to identify which organization he belonged to.

The badge was purple and had engravings that depicted a sword, a shield, and a wand—it was the symbol of the Magistratus.

This was also the reason why George didn’t attack the man and simply answered his question. However, he was still surprised that the man knew his name.

George was not familiar with any Magistratus. Maybe Professor Barret, but he had already retired from his position as the head of the organization.

“Are you interested in joining the Magistratus?” the masked man asked.

“Me?” George pointed at himself. “Join the Magistratus?”

The Masked Man nodded. “Yes. Your Head Prefect, Henry Weiss, will be joining our Ranks after he graduates. So, how about it? Would you like to join us after you graduate from the academy as well?”

“But I’m just a Dud.” George scratched his head.

“A Dud is not capable of subduing this many Wizards and Witches,” the Masked Man commented. “Also, if you have forgotten, your Head Prefect is also a Dud.”

“But…”

“If you join, I’ll make sure to erase the memories of these people, and they will forget that the one who knocked them out was you.”

“Erase their memories?” George’s eyes widened because he finally realized just who he had been talking to this whole time. “S-Sir Gaeneron?!”

“You catch up quick, George,” Ethan’s adoptive father, Gaeneron, smiled faintly. “So, how about it? Will you consider joining the Magistratus after you graduate?”

“I’ll seriously think about it, Sir!” George replied firmly.

Seeing that the Third Year didn’t plan to accept his invitation for the tbeing, Gaeneron nodded. “If you need anything, feel free to contact me. Now go before my colleagues come. I’ll handle the clean up and make sure to erase all traces coming from you.”

George bowed respectfully and thanked the current Leader of the Magistratus before flying away.

Gaeneron then summoned his wand and erased the memories of the Mercenaries, making them forget about the power that the young man had shown them a few minutes ago.

A few minutes later, several Wizards and Witches, wearing the spurple badge, landed beside Gaeneron.

They had received a report that there were suspicious individuals loitering around Brynhildr Academy over the past few days, so they decided to investigate and see if the rumors were true.

But, after seeing the injured and unconscious Mercenaries lying on the ground, they thought that it was their Leader who dealt with all of them.

“Take them back to the Branch to be questioned,” Gaeneron ordered. “I’ll patrol to check if there are remnants of their group who haven’t returned yet.”

The members of the Magistratus nodded their heads and went to work as they were ordered.

Gaeneron then glanced at the direction of Brynhildr Academy before shaking his head.

It seemed that the people targeting his adoptive son wouldn’t be relenting anytsoon, so he decided to have a little talk with sof the High-Ranking Nobles.

He was the head of a very powerful organization, so the Nobles would think twice before antagonizing him.

Since he could also extract memories from people, it was very easy for him to fabricate evidence of a person’s wrongdoing.

Because of this Gaeneron decided to employ the tried and true method to make them see reason, and that was by using blackmail.

The Magistratus was similar to the Police and the Army of the Magical World. If he, the head of the Magistratus, were to personally arrest someone, no one would bat an eye, even if the person he arrested was a High-Ranking Noble.

Since the ones targeting his son didn’t want to lose face, using blackmail was more effective. Not only would it make the Nobles feel anxious, but it would also make them realize that the Magistratus were paying close attention to their actions.

This was more than enough to make them lie low and keep a low profile for the tbeing.

The school year would be ending in a few months, and as soon as the vacation started, his adoptive son would be away for a long while.

When that tcame, those who wanted to capture him wouldn't find him easily. Maybe they wouldn't be able to see even his shadow because he would no longer be in Eastshire.

Gaeneron had talked to Enzo a few more times since the first tthey had met.

Seeing that it couldn’t be helped that Ethan would go to Midgard to undergo his coming-of-age ceremony after the school year was over, he decided to let him be. That way, his enemies would not be able to find him.

Also, Gaeneron planned to accompany him to Midgard, wanting to see if Ethan’s real parents would make an appearance.

He had a few words to say to his adoptive son’s mother and a few punches to give to Ethan’s Father.

Lastly, he also wanted to know Ethan’s true identity so that he would know what to do in the future.

Seeing how powerful Enzo was, he could tell that his adoptive son’s real identity wasn’t as simple as he thought it was.

‘I’ll just deal with this when I go with him to Midgard,’ Gaeneron thought. ‘It’s useless to make conclusions right now without facts.’

After making up his mind, Gaeneron disappeared to visit several High-Ranking Nobles who would soon understand that they had f*cked up.