Genius Mage and the Heroic Girl

Chapter 2:The Brilliant Mage Vanished Into Thin Air

Blado Port

The atmosphere at Trist Royal Magic Academy had been peculiar these past few days. Students were whispering and gossiping everywhere in the academy. Even the professors, who usually had stern expressions and remained composed, couldn't help but join in.

Mages were usually a very proud group, especially at a school with a long history like Trist Royal Magic Academy. Both teachers and students typically maintained an unflappable demeanor.

"Calmness is a required course for every mage," the vice principal would often say to educate the rough and inexperienced freshmen.

Even major events in the eyes of ordinary people, such as the succession of the throne and the coronation of a new king, were not necessarily of concern to every mage. After all, the likelihood of bookworms or academic fanatics being born among mages was quite high. Many of them were actually quite clueless about politics.

But today, almost all the mages had expressions as if facing a formidable foe. Even a few old monsters who usually stayed cooped up in their magic towers all the time were startled and, in an unprecedented move, showed their faces together in the academy in the afternoon.

Most people couldn't even remember the last time these aloof mages had been so tense.

In Trist Academy, the eyes of the girls were filled with worry, while the boys secretly clenched their fists.

"I know, it must be that the enemies are afraid and jealous of Senior Brother Robb's talent. They don't want to watch him grow up, so they sent someone to infiltrate our academy and kidnap Senior Brother Robb," someone declared with certainty.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but gasp in shock. What level of expert could have silently abducted humanity's future hope right under the noses of the principal, vice principal, and dean?

Shadow Sneakers? Underground Elves? Or the Divine Descendants? Anyway, no matter who it was, they had to be Ninth-Rank experts!

Moreover, it was likely that the other party had dispatched not just one Ninth-Rank expert this time.

Because only such an impressive lineup could have escaped the notice of Principal Steins, who was also a Ninth-Rank, as well as the legendary magic array underground at Trist Royal Magic Academy.

It was said that this magic array was jointly built by twelve Supreme Archmages seven hundred years ago, with the purpose of protecting young mages during times of war. Judging from its effectiveness over the past few hundred years, it had indeed lived up to its reputation.

Since its completion, this magic array had never been breached from the outside. Successive principals had further repaired and filled in any loopholes, occasionally adding new functions.

In any case, by today, this magic array could be described as an impenetrable fortress. Moreover, with Steins, a Ninth-Rank Supreme Archmage, personally guarding it, the so-called "multiple Ninth-Rank enemies" theory was not just sensationalized nonsense.

However, Steins himself obviously did not agree with this theory.

The principal looked at the little turtle playing and frolicking in the fish tank, his face pale with anger.

Across from him, the vice principal and the dean also had solemn expressions, although there was a hint of amusement in the dean's eyes.

They were all gathered in Robb's magic tower now, but the three people in the room had not spoken for a long time, especially Principal Steins. Even just sitting there quietly, the oppressive aura of a Ninth-Rank Supreme Archmage made the two Eighth-Rank Grand Archmages feel somewhat stifled.

The dean began to miss the super comfortable bed in his magic tower, as well as the barrel of elf-brewed fine wine under the bed.

Fortunately, the principal finally broke this long silence.

"What do you think?"

"Nonsense, it's simply nonsense," Vice Principal Deman was truly angry this time. The old man's beard was almost crooked with anger. "Does he even know what he's doing? Does he think that just because he's known as the future Supreme Archmage, he can run around everywhere? Does he know how many people on this continent dream of killing him? Once the news of him secretly leaving Trist Royal Magic Academy gets out, it's like inviting the experts of other races to come and kill him! That kid, a mere Sixth-Rank Quasi-Archmage, is nothing compared to those experienced powerhouses! What he's doing is simply courting death. No, we must find him before anyone else does and drag him back."

The dean scratched his head and exclaimed in admiration, but he was actually expressing his opinion about the little turtle on the table.

"Amazing, amazing. This is the first time I've seen someone break the principal's Grand Tracking Magic without being detected. He truly deserves to be called a once-in-a-century super magic genius. Tsk tsk, the design is simply incredible. However, I have to say, this is probably the most useless Sixth-Rank magic I've ever seen in my life. Apart from transferring the principal's Grand Tracking Magic from himself to this little turtle, it doesn't seem to have any other function. Forgive my bluntness, but the new Sixth-Rank spell he invented is a complete disgrace to the magic world."

The dean was not exaggerating. The vast majority of mages could only passively accept knowledge and learn various spells left by their predecessors. Throughout their lives, they might not be able to create a single spell of their own. Robb was not called humanity's hope for no reason. In addition to his unparalleled advancement speed, his level of understanding of magic also put many old mages to shame.

But even for a super genius like Robb, creating a spell was not an easy task. It required a great deal of time and energy, especially for a high-level Sixth-Rank spell. The dean estimated that this guy had been working on this ever since he advanced to a Quasi-Archmage.

The dean couldn't help but sigh at the lengths this fellow would go to escape.

Considering that Grand Tracking Magic was a Seventh-Rank spell, and it was cast by the principal himself, it was truly no ordinary feat to break it with a mere Sixth-Rank spell. Others couldn't even dream of it, and even for Robb, it was not an easy problem to solve. So in the end, this guy couldn't help but take a shortcut.

This was why the dean said that this Sixth-Rank spell invented by a certain someone was the most useless spell he had ever seen in his life.

If the currently popular spells in the magic world were compared to general solutions, then Robb's transfer spell was a purely unique solution.

For example, the Grand Tracking Magic cast by the principal could be applied to Robb, the vice principal, or anyone else he wanted to track, with almost no restrictions on applicability. However, Robb's transfer spell was completely unconventional, requiring two necessary conditions for casting.

Firstly, the Grand Tracking Magic it targeted had to be cast by the principal.

Secondly, the transfer target had to be this little turtle in the fish tank. It couldn't be any other creature. No, strictly speaking, even other little turtles wouldn't work, even if they looked exactly the same!

Yes, the spell created by Robb was that useless! Its only purpose was to allow him to escape the principal's grasp, and he only had one chance. Once the angry principal decided to silence the little turtle he left behind, this Sixth-Rank spell would be effectively wasted.

However, it was precisely because of these two extremely restrictive prerequisites that greatly shortened Robb's problem-solving time. He only took about half a year to construct a Sixth-Rank spell and solve the magical tracking mark placed on him by the principal. This was simply unheard of in human magic history.

The dean sighed. "I told you before, you were too hard on that child. He was either undergoing intensive training in your magic towers or meditating in his own magic tower. Let alone dating, he didn't even have time to relieve himself. In the many years since he enrolled, the number of times he stepped out of the magic tower could be counted on one hand. No wonder he always wanted to run away in the past few years."

"To become the greatest mage, one must be able to endure solitude," the vice principal said dismissively. "But I do have some respect for this kid now. Three years ago, when he was caught by me after his nineteenth failed escape attempt and thrown into the simulated elemental field for a summer of t*****e, he never showed the slightest intention of running away again after coming out. He held it in until he advanced to a Quasi-Archmage and even spent time coming up with this ridiculous spell to deal with the principal. Not bad, his escape this time can indeed be called well-planned. He actually managed to deceive us all."

Principal Steins sneered. "No matter how well-planned, what's the use? Sixth-Rank Floating Magic can only travel a hundred miles a day at most. I've already sent a message to Captain Richard of the Second Knight Regiment to take his men and pursue him. Calculating the time, they should have caught him by now. Heh, I was worried that the training content might have been a bit too much recently. Seeing him so energetic, I feel relieved. Deman, let's start the hellish trial we carefully prepared for that kid when he gets back."

Hearing this, the dean shuddered and silently expressed his sympathy for the genius boy named Robb in his heart.

Indeed, angering a Ninth-Rank Supreme Archmage was never a wise choice at any time.