Chapter 1 Sitting in the room were the king, the pope, the rich man, and a mercenary.
Students at Homemonworth will go home as quickly as possible after their final exams to celebrate the holidays, unless they encounter Frost Festival or other happy events.
In the second semester of 1444, there was still a whole day to go, but everyone still had to return home. When Griffith got up in the morning, there were almost no students having breakfast in the dining hall. The port in the town outside the school was full of fast food.
Ship, those heirs of famous families can't even wait for the Feiye at noon tomorrow, and are ready to escape on the commercial speedboat early tomorrow morning.
Griffith was carrying two large packages and dragging a box. They were filled with Galadia and Sonia's clothes and books, and they had to be sent to the port for shipment in advance. According to school regulations, students were not allowed to go inside the school.
To use servants, you have to go to town to hire a porter.
He stumbled down the stairs of the girls' dormitory and almost rolled down halfway. Lana was already waiting on the first floor, guarding his and Fiona's luggage.
Last night, Larmore and the Count de Chalon specially ordered everyone to go together, and also asked Griffith and Lannes to be fully armed and on guard all the way, and not to relax for a moment until they got home.
"Looking at you like this, I really think one is enough." Lana was carrying his Zhanma sword and looked at Griffith who was carrying a large bag.
"I also want to put it in a box. This is not a lot of stuff." Griffith put the box down and looked up to see if the two girls had come out of the room.
"I'm not talking about the box..." Lana chuckled twice, "Last night was really exciting. We were caught by the provost from outside the school and sent those frightened friends to the infirmary for intoxication.
water, where the weeping did not subside until the early hours of the morning.”
"Well, the images projected by the True Knowledge Crystal Ball are too real, and many people are not mentally prepared," Griffith said with a solemn expression, "Has Fiona been notified?"
"What notification?"
"Isn't there a notice to participate in a mysterious memorial ceremony? That's great." Griffith saw that Lana didn't know anything about it, and he felt more relaxed. "Sonia didn't receive it either. But Galadia did.
News, an important competition will be announced today and she is one of the chosen ones."
…
On the evening of December 16th, Homemon Watts Hall was still as resplendent as ever, with gleaming porcelain and silver goblets shining in the light of hundreds of candles, and four long tables filled with people.
Whispering students. At the front of the hall, professors sat at the fifth table, facing their students.
They looked serious and did not say a word. If the lights in the hall were extinguished, people would mistakenly think that they had arrived at an unknown haunted house.
The expressions on the professors' faces are like this, which makes people feel that a disaster is imminent.
"Lana Lana," Fiona leaned over and asked her trainee knight in a low voice, "Is it after 12 o'clock? We are on holiday. Can we sneak out? I want to go home."
"There were access controls six days ago in the morning. It was against discipline to leave school before." Lana replied softly, then patted her shoulder gently, "Don't worry, I think what happens next has nothing to do with you."
Maybe the real thing has nothing to do with Fiona... Griffith stared at the professor in front of him.
Professor Lordes, who has a pale face and messy black hair, is scanning the students with vulture-like eyes, as if he can find his food right away. He has just been promoted to the director of the subject, and is now a close confidant of Principal Tiberion.
We are almost reaching Salorian's position.
Next to the professor sat the principal, his silver hair shining in the candlelight. He was wearing a gorgeous white robe embroidered with complicated magic patterns. His slender insect-like fingers were held together, holding his chin, staring at the enchanted person.
ceiling.
Griffith also looked up at the ceiling, which, under the blessing of a magic spell, could reflect the scenery outside, usually the brilliant night sky with stars. Freshmen who had just entered the school were often attracted and forgot to listen to the speeches on the stage or
Forgot to eat.
However, few people were willing to raise their heads tonight. Stormy black clouds were rolling on the ceiling, lightning flashed from time to time, and bursts of thunder were heard.
The most powerful being in the world of humans and elves, one of the twelve demigod members who have been in charge of the Arcane Council for many years died last night. This is also the second person to die after the Canaan Archon Lord Velanoi.
Demigod spellcaster.
The tragic attack has not been made public, but the screaming, crying and frantic witnesses all night long have spread the horrific scene to everyone's ears.
A terrifying existence, a demigod in charge of the evil "death" path, has arrived. His power can even kill demigods of the same level.
At this time, Principal Tiberion stood up. He didn't even need anyone to urge him, and the hall fell silent for a moment.
The principal said:
"Good evening, respected scholars, my lovely students, we will have winter vacation tomorrow. On this relaxing night, I am honored to announce to you that a very exciting event is about to be held.
It hasn't been held for at least a century."
Principal, are you serious? Griffith immediately felt that this respectable demigod was speaking sarcastically. However, the excitement and enthusiasm on Tiberion's face looked very sincere, and was not affected by last night's events at all.
Looking disturbed by the tragedy.
"Are you kidding me?" Someone suddenly shouted in the hall.
The person who spoke was a senior in the fourth grade, a well-known figure in the school. Her name was Laura de Rockhaft, and her family had produced several consuls and members of the Arcane Council.
Griffith was not familiar with her. But following the voice, he could see a beautiful woman with blond hair. She had a sexy figure and gorgeous appearance. She was the unshakable number one in her grade. Her name was often in the news, and she was extremely curious.
He is an archaeologist who often does dangerous things, and is a Sequence 6 extraordinary wizard named "Secret Peeper".
It can almost be seen as Sonia a few years later.
However, this senior seemed to be very scared. She already knew what was going to happen, didn't care about the school rules, and was scared to death.
"Principal, are you kidding me?" She looked at Shutoral beside her, "I don't have a boyfriend yet!"
The tense atmosphere filling the hall was broken.
Almost everyone laughed, including Tiberion.
"I'm not kidding, Miss Lockhavet," he said, "since you mentioned jokes, I heard a pretty good joke the other day. It was about three noble people sitting in a room, the king, the pope and the rich man.
.Between the three of them, stood a mercenary."
Madam Marianne, the dean, cleared her throat loudly.
"Well maybe now's not the time to tell a joke," Tiberion said. "Where did I get there? By the way, this is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Some of you don't know what this is about, so I hope
Those who know can allow me to explain it a little bit, and informed students can focus on something else.
"We have received mysterious enlightenment, and the trial that is about to begin is called the Sacrifice of the Chosen One.
"I think this is a friendly competition that originated in the early First Era. Each extraordinary path will select a champion player as a representative to compete in a series of challenges. This is a very secretive competition, and the winner is said to be able to.
"This is a great way to build bonds among young mages, until too many people die and the game is stopped."
"Death count?!" The hall suddenly became noisy. Galadia, who was sitting next to Griffith, perked up her ears and grabbed his hand under the table.
Everyone started whispering. If you didn't have to die yourself, this competition would be really exciting.
"For centuries, wise scholars have been exploring the nature of the Chosen One's Sacrifice," Tiberion continued. "None of them have been successful. However, what we can be sure of is that the Trialist will be lucky enough to arrive.
The origin of the world, this is really a supreme honor. The final winner can even realize any wish."
"The twelve distinguished committees of the Arcane Council will gather and select the contestants. We don't know the location yet, but we can confirm that it will be held during the winter vacation. At that time, every contestant will receive a revelation from the gods."
"I want to participate!" someone shouted.
This is what the demigod himself said, the winner can realize any wish!
Any wish, this is not just talk! At every table, students can be seen either looking at Tiberion intently, or whispering excitedly to their neighbors. But when Tiberion spoke again,
The hall fell silent again, listening carefully.
"Although I know that you all want to receive this once-in-a-century honor," he said, "the gods will personally select the chosen ones. I ask you not to waste time nominating yourselves."
Tiberion shook the note in his hand: "The oracle has been issued. In my hands are the names of the three chosen ones. They will participate in this memorial ceremony as the champions and fighters of Homemon Watts.
!I'm going to announce it right now, some of you may already know.
"they are
"Miss Laura de Rockhavet, take courage, my child, oh my God, someone get her to the infirmary.
"Second is Aaron Lundylus."
The white-haired principal nodded with satisfaction to his favorite student, and then looked at the small piece of paper again.
Griffith felt the hand holding him tightly tremble violently.
"Miss Galadia Villanoy," Tiberion read out all the names, "From now on, I suggest that the three of you be prepared, pay attention to safety, get enough rest, and then enjoy this unparalleled honor.
When I was young, I didn't have such good luck.
"Everyone else, you will have a fun winter vacation with me."
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Halfway through the dinner, Galadia lost her appetite. She was so nervous that she quietly pulled Griffith and asked him to send her back to her room.
The two of them walked through the corridors and gardens in the quiet night. There was a faint fragrance in the cold air, and Griffith felt that the girl was leaning completely on his arm. The dormitory that used to feel so far away came in the blink of an eye.
.
"Come up and sit for a while~" Galadia pulled Griffith's sleeve to prevent him from leaving, "Sonia and the others won't come back so soon."
Griffith looked at the small building of the girls' dormitory: "The dormitory manager might stop me."
"Aren't you a transcendent?" Miss Elf bit her lip, "Why do you have to take the stairs~"
Well, you're right... I climbed in through the window. When I go downstairs later, there won't be a captain of halberdiers blocking me... Griffith nodded and let Galadia go up first, while he sneaked up
Sneaking around to the garden behind.
There was a ginkgo tree there, and it was possible to jump from the treetop to the windowsill. Griffith had noticed this tree several times.
He carefully observed for a while to make sure there was no one nearby, and then climbed up using his hands and feet.
Griffith's heart was pounding at the thought of going to Galadia's room soon. Then he thought that this time without any notification, Sonia and the others would be back at any time, and he suddenly felt even more excited.
Halfway up the climb, Griffith heard a familiar greeting as he was about to reach the top of the tree:
"Good evening, my student."
"Wow!" Griffith exclaimed and almost fell from the tree. He hugged the trunk tightly like a bear that had been attacked by surprise. He looked down and saw Professor Salorian standing there, looking up.
Looking at the knight hanging on the tree.
"Can you say a few words before continuing your adventure?"
Griffith immediately slid down from the tree with a red face and stood in front of the demigod: "Please give me instructions, my mentor."
Salorian just pretended not to see the ginkgo tree and the small window upstairs:
"Are you curious why you hold my badge but are not included in the list of selected candidates that was just announced?
"That's because the meaning of this badge is not an invitation, but