Mage Manual

Chapter 48: Chapter 46 Supervisory Status

Sword Flower University, Practical Combat Hall.

Looking at Sonia pointing her sword at Reonie, the only thought in the minds of all the onlookers was:

“What is she doing?”

Felix, Celia, Ingrid, and others had the same thought:

“What is Sonia doing?”

Even Sonia herself fell into contemplation:

“What am I doing?”

On the contrary, after being momentarily stunned, Reonie couldn’t help but cover her mouth and hold her stomach, her laughter almost seeping through her teeth and lips, obviously struggling to suppress it.

After a good while, she took a deep breath, her face still showing traces of her uncontrolled laughter, and she asked as earnestly as she could:

“Junior Sonia, are you serious? You want to challenge me, Reonie Victor?”

No! Not serious! It was the Observer who controlled me just now!

Observer, you shameless little bugle controlling a young girl’s body!

Sonia was almost roaring in her mind, but she couldn’t bring up this reason, and she believed that the Observer wouldn’t show up again—at least until she finished this round of practical training.

It was only natural for everyone to react this way, because Sonia had challenged Reonie.

At Sword Flower University, Reonie could be said to be the most famous student. Whether it was her talent, her award-winning history, or her various scandals, people reveled in discussing them.

She had subdued all the new Sword Skill students on her first day of enrollment;

In her second year, she became a one-winged member of Silver Wings and was taken as an apprentice by another Sword Saint of Sword Flower University, the Rhythm Sword Saint, Nidara;

In her third year, she joined an abyss adventure team, and formed a squad with geniuses from Truth University, harvesting numerous achievements in the Abyss, full of miraculous encounters.

Even Truth University wanted to poach her, and many people considered Reonie to be a Sword Saint seed, ready for the Holy Domain!

More importantly, Reonie had been intensely participating in abyss adventures six months ago, and everyone knew she was seeking to break through her swordsmanship realm in battle and ascend to two-winged status!

That also meant that Reonie had already fully unfurled her Silver Wings and was at full power as a one-winged Mage!

In comparison, Sonia and Felix had only entered the Void Realm a few days ago. Not to mention Silver Wings, they hadn’t even condensed a single silver feather. The gap in Magic Power between them was even greater than the gap between a child and an adult.

Although Magic Power is just an energy resource and the actual combat relies on the Mage’s level, no one believed Sonia had the slightest chance of winning—not even Sonia herself.

Reonie definitely had more Technique Spirits than she did, and Reonie must have mastered swordsmanship Miracles, as well as having rich combat experience in the Abyss.

The more Sonia compared, the more she fell into Despair—why did the Observer have to do this to her?

She might as well have challenged Lauren instead!

Even if she lost to Lauren, people would only think that Lauren was bullying the younger, but losing to Reonie was different—others would think Sonia was arrogant and overestimating herself, failing to recognize her place!

Not to mention the bold words Sonia had just spoken.

If she loses badly, she would have no face to see Professor Trozan again.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. It was the same last time; the Observer inexplicably made her challenge Felix, which led to today’s troubles, and now the Observer repeated the same trick, making her provoke Reonie!

But then again, the Observer wasn’t wrong.

In her heart, Sonia really didn’t feel upset right now.

Because all she could think about was going to the Void Realm tonight to strangle the Observer.

But with the words already spoken, there was no way Sonia could take them back. She could only grit her teeth and nod: “Yes.”

“Good, I commend your courage. As a senior of the Sword Skill faction, I have no reason to refuse your challenge, junior.”

“However,” Reonie said with a smile, “as a member of the Disciplinary Committee, I can’t allow such a lopsided duel to happen on campus, so…”

She walked over to the side, casually picked up a wooden training sword from the weapon rack, and said, “Even though I’ll try to hold back, anything can happen during a fight, so let’s set a fair victory condition directly—”

“In this practical training, even if my sword touches you once, it counts as my loss.”

“If your sword leaves your hand, it counts as my win.”

“Of course, if you make my sword leave my hand, it naturally counts as your win.”

Bouts of laughter echoed around—no one believed that Sonia could make Reonie’s sword leave her hand. Reonie’s statement seemed more like proposing a nearly impossible challenge.

Reonie looked at Lauren and Felix, “This rule applies to you two as well, Lauren either ensure you defeat Felix without harming him, or simply give up… As a third-year, you don’t lack that kind of confidence, do you?”

“You can make the rules even stricter,” Lauren said coldly, “I don’t mind.”

Felix calmly said, “Such easy victory conditions, I have no reason to refuse.”

When Reonie looked at herself, Sonia suddenly realized the crux of the matter.

Reonie hadn’t appeared by chance; she and Lauren definitely had planned this in advance. The matter with Celia was just a convenient opportunity.

Reonie was an apprentice of the Rhythm Sword Saint, and Felix was an apprentice of the Hidden Hand Sword Saint… was this a confrontation between two Sword Saints from Sword Flower University? Or did Reonie want to test their caliber?

But regardless, Sonia had no reason to back down. Moreover, after Reonie proposed such ‘generous’ rules, a battle intent emerged in her heart… as well as the humiliation of being underestimated!

Sonia took a deep breath and clenched the wooden sword in her hand, “I have no objections, senior Reonie.”

“Then I announce, the battle… begins!”

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Kingdom of Blood Moon, Shattered Lake Prison.

Ash looked at the empty dining room while eating braised Lala-fattened meat, pondering whether today was some kind of holiday.

Why had he not seen any other prisoners all morning?

Death Battle Society, Central Hall, Reading Room, gym, Video Room… There were no people in any of these places, only a few Prison Guards were idly playing with the Light Screen, as if everyone had agreed to stay in their dormitories and not go out for the entire day.

But even if you don’t go out, you still need to eat, right? It’s not possible that everyone would spend contribution to have the canteen deliver meals to their doors, is it?

The unease grew within him, Ash felt like a farmer who watched animals and plants take root and run away, knowing that disaster was imminent, but having no way to do anything but wait for death.

When he was halfway through his meal, Ash suddenly stiffened.

The Light Screen popped up automatically, a cold red message reflected in his pupils:

“Dear Mr. Ash Heath, Prisoner Number 4001623. Shattered Lake Prison formally informs you that you are now under supervision status. Please keep your mood smooth and comply with the supervisor’s instructions.”

He stood up abruptly, walked to the entrance of the dining room, and stood there straight as an arrow, without a hint of deviation or trembling, like a statue.

After a while, seven prisoners successively came to the entrance of the dining hall. Their movements were as stiff as his, like puppets controlled by someone else, standing in line with Ash.

There was a fist’s space between each person, standing in a straight line like a military training team. @@novelbin@@

Elf Swordsman Valcas Uer, ‘Gourmet’ Lanna’s young boyfriend, was also among them!

Every person’s eyes were extremely complex; there was fear, relief, despair, relaxation, but no matter how Ash looked at them, he could only read one message:

Save me!

Another minute passed, and a tall burly Prison Guard came to the entrance of the dining room. He smiled slightly at the prisoners, revealing his ghastly white fangs.

“Hello everyone, I am today’s supervisor, Nagus McMillen, pleased to meet you. Now please introduce yourselves one by one, from left to right.”

“Archibald Harvey.”

“Valcas Uer.”

“Ronate Weid.”

“Rudor Enfier.”

When it came to Ash, he found he couldn’t control his own mouth, which opened mechanically: “Ash Heath.”

After the eight men had stated their names, the Prison Guard Nagus nodded in satisfaction, saying, “Then today’s schedule is to finish lunch first, then in the afternoon I’ll take you to watch a film, go to the Sea Viewing Platform to breathe some sea air… Mhm, due to recent proposals from human rights organizations, we will give you one hour of external communication time, allowing you to contact friends and family outside.”

“After dinner, there’s not much to say about the plan. If anyone has any suggestions or questions, you can bring them up now.”

Ash immediately raised his hand, Nagus looked at him: “Please speak.”

With the restriction on his mouth lifted, Ash swallowed, asking the most important question: “I’d like to ask, after dinner… what’s the plan?”

Although he had some anticipation, he still hoped for some luck.

Nagus smiled, he’d seen plenty of death row inmates who lied to themselves like this, but he didn’t dislike crushing the hopes of death row inmates by his own hand.

Imposing despair was both a responsibility and a pleasure for supervisors.

“Dear Ash, after dinner, of course, the plan is to take you to the live broadcast site of the Blood Moon Judgement.”