…… In the face of absolute power, authority is nothing but smoke.

In less than a few minutes, these henchmen from the Senate of the magical world were completely stunned into silence.

Of course, for Lin Luo, he had only thrown two punches and kicked twice; it didn't even count as a warm-up.

What could he do? The opponents weren't up to snuff; beating them wasn't satisfying.

It would take someone at least on Fate's level to be worth watching.

“Right then, let’s resume our discussion about what just happened.” At that moment, Lin Luo sat in a chair, tapping his fingers on the desk, addressing the six people opposite him...

Including the one he’d beaten into a pulp, there had originally been eight people from the magical world.

However, two fools who didn't know when to quit tried to ambush him.

Before they could even make a move, Lin Luo had kicked them both away—one per foot—and two human-shaped stains were still visible on the wall where they'd hit.

Who knows where they flew off to; if they were still alive, they were lucky.

With that display, the group dared not make another move.

Those who came in acting like tyrants were now reduced to whimpering subordinates, standing before Lin Luo meekly and not daring to utter a single word.

A certain great man once said it well: strength is the only truth...

Damn, it really is the truth! The magic teachers of Mahoraba, who already resented these lackeys from the Senate, were inwardly ecstatic to see them humbled.

After all, these were people from the Senate, yet they were bowing their heads and apologizing to Lin Luo.

It felt like a moment of profound vindication.

Of course, the kind-hearted little imp Negi seemed a bit hesitant, but Lin Luo paid him no mind.

The kid didn't know that the Senate had once harmed his mother and burned his village.

If he did, he’d probably have jumped to attack even faster than Lin Luo.

“Regarding this matter of the magic exposure incident, well, how should I put it? In fact, I was the one who instigated it.” As soon as Lin Luo said this, not only were the six people opposite him stunned, but the magic teachers of Mahoraba were also filled with astonishment.

“Master...” Negi seemed about to speak, but Lin Luo waved his hand, cutting him off, and continued addressing those before him, “Of course, planning this alone would have been a bit difficult, so I invited a few friends.

Look, they’ve arrived.” Lin Luo pointed his hand toward the entrance, and everyone’s gaze followed his gesture.

The doors burst open, and three figures walked in.

“Evangeline-san, Mr.

Gunnel, Teacher Izayoi!” Negi exclaimed.

These three were, of course, Evangeline, Al, and Sakuya.

Others found it equally unbelievable, unsure of Lin Luo’s intentions.

Lin Luo stood up, pointing at Evangeline and the others, and smiled at the six mages, “These three are the comrades who planned this with me.

Evangeline McDowell—you might not know her name, but I’m sure you’ve heard the title, the Demon of Darkness, haven’t you?” “Hmph!” Evangeline let out a cold snort, looking at the six men as if they were already dead.

Heard of her? Evangeline’s name shook the magical world.

Who didn't know the Demon King of Darkness? She was the true King of Slaughter; the number of people who had died by her hand was incalculable...

Seeing her standing before them now, with that look in her eyes, the complexions of the six men instantly turned a sickly green, and the weaker ones were trembling uncontrollably.

Admittedly, their strength was top-tier among mages; they were powerful and had strong backing, which certainly gave them reason to swagger.

But compared to an existence like Evangeline, they were simply utter fools.

“As for this gentleman, I’m sure you won’t fail to recognize him—Al of the Crimson Wings, very familiar, right?” Lin Luo continued.

Al smiled slightly and inclined his head politely toward the six mages.

Well, even though Al was courteous, to these six mages, it was the smile of Death.

The renown of the Crimson Wings surpassed Evangeline’s.

While Rondo was also a member of the Crimson Wings, he was a junior, but Al was one of their core members.

They dared to ignore Rondo, but ignoring Al was impossible.

Such a heavyweight figure brought them nothing but terror.

“As for her,” Lin Luo pointed at Sakuya, “you wouldn’t know her even if I told you, so I won't bother.” She wasn't from this world, so announcing her name was meaningless.

However, his reticence only made the six mages more frightened.

As the saying goes, tell me who your friends are, and I’ll tell you who you are.

Even the most idiotic person could figure out that anyone standing alongside figures of Al and Evangeline’s caliber must be on the same level as them.

“Y-you...” The rest of them were paralyzed by fear.

Only the leader managed to retain a sliver of clarity, but even he stammered, unable to form a proper sentence, his face contorted with dread.

They had assumed that since the Headmaster was absent, the only Mahoraba mage they needed to take seriously was Rondo.

But now...

why were the Crimson Wings and the Gospel of Darkness present at Mahoraba? This was a massive screw-up! That might have been forgivable; after all, people of their stature appearing anywhere wasn't unheard of.

But why were there two other figures of equal stature besides those two, whom they had never even heard of? Were they serious? To be on equal footing with Evangeline and Al, and judging by the current situation, Lin Luo’s standing seemed even higher than theirs—why had the magical world received absolutely no intelligence on such figures, and why were they specifically gathered in Mahoraba?! When did Mahoraba become a gathering place for monsters, and why were there four of them showing up at once? In the midst of their terror, they also felt a wave of relief.

Thank heavens they hadn't actually resorted to violence beyond a few harsh words earlier.

If a real fight had broken out, forget the eight of them—even eight hundred of them wouldn't be enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of these four opponents! “Oh, right, Lin Luo, I grabbed two people from the sky on my way over.

Their clothes suggest they’re locals,” Al suddenly said with a laugh, flicking his hand.

Two figures suddenly appeared on the ground before him—the very two Lin Luo had kicked away earlier.

Both were staring blankly, unsure if they were paralyzed by fright or impact, but they were undeniably lucky to be alive.

The six mages felt another wave of cold dread wash over them.

“So, that’s the basic situation.

All of this was orchestrated by the four of us.

As for the mages of Mahoraba…” A moment later, Lin Luo smiled faintly, his gaze completely unconcerned, “You can see for yourselves that with their strength, there’s no way they could have resisted us.

Even Chouxelaine was merely a pawn in our game.

Therefore, this matter has absolutely nothing to do with Mahoraba.

What do you think?” Nonsense! Pure, unadulterated nonsense! Never mind the six mages—even Rondo and the others couldn't believe that the incident with Chouxelaine had been instigated by Lin Luo and his group.

They had, however, managed to grasp why Lin Luo was taking full responsibility.

“Teacher Lin Luo, this won't do! This is too much for you to—” Rondo was cut off halfway through by Lin Luo, who stopped him with a laugh, “Things aren't as simple as you imagine, you know.

We naturally have our reasons.” “Rondo, you should just stand over there quietly,” Al added.

“...Fine.” Hearing both of them speak, Rondo hesitated for a moment before finally stepping back.

“So, the responsibility for this matter rests entirely on us.

If anyone needs to be turned into a ferret, it only requires the four of us,” Lin Luo said, extending his hand with a smile, “Do you need to handcuff us? Don't worry, we absolutely won't resist.” The six men shook their heads repeatedly.

What a joke! Handcuff these four monsters? They hadn't lived long enough to want to die yet! “Since you won’t cuff us, then you go wait outside.

We’ll settle things here quickly and then return to the magical world with you—but only the four of us, of course.

You have no objections, do you?” “N-naturally not,” the leader replied weakly.

They did have objections, but did they dare voice them? Even if they knew the offer was transparently false, the sheer power arrayed before them, coupled with the decisiveness they’d shown when moving against threats, made the leader suspect that saying no might just make today their last.

Finally, the six mages left the faculty office, taking the two half-dead men with them.

They had arrived full of bravado, but they left crestfallen.

The reason was simple...

their fists were too small.

“Master, why are you taking the blame for this? You didn't order the incident with Student Chouvelaine at all, did you?” Negi, still a child at heart, immediately asked once the others were gone.

“We have our reasons for doing this, but you don’t need to know what they are.

In any case, we won’t be turned into ferrets, and neither will the mages of Mahoraba.” “Are you planning to use this to enter the magical world?” Rondo couldn't help but ask.

“You figured that out, did you?” The fact that Lin Luo and his group intended to go to the magical world was no secret; he didn't deny it.

“But entering that way might cause trouble.” “No, no, this is the most effective way to resolve all potential trouble.” Lin Luo shook his head.

Faced with the suspicious looks from everyone, he didn't elaborate, just smiling, “After we leave, everything here will be left to you.

The magical world probably won't send anyone else over.

You just need to tidy things up here.

After all, the world has changed, and some areas are still quite tricky.” “I understand.

The matters in the magical world are left to you then,” Rondo nodded, then stated solemnly.

He had an intuition that perhaps the issue the Crimson Wings hadn't resolved ten years ago might finally be settled this time.

After a few more brief discussions, amid the farewells of the group, Lin Luo and the three others left the faculty office and walked toward the eight mages waiting a short distance away.

Midway there, Lin Luo seemed to recall something and turned back, “Oh, right, Negi, I’ve taken a few students with me.

You don’t need to search for out who they are; you’ll find out soon enough anyway.

Well, we were master and apprentice once, so I’ll leave this thing that should belong to you here.” With that, he tossed a satchel to Negi.

Upon opening it, Negi saw it was a scroll.

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