adbindia Chapter 123 : Chapter 123
Chapter 123 : Chapter 123
Chapter 123. Enrollment
Night fell, and the capital’s magic streetlights lit up one after another.
Although recruitment had ended, that did not mean Logaris could rest.
He still had a little tagalong in tow.
“Uncle Logaris, where are we going?”
Emily carried her pink backpack and trotted along at Logaris’s side on her short little legs, her big eyes darting about with curiosity at this legendary academy.
“The administrative building.”
Logaris’s reply was brief. “We’re handling your enrollment procedures. Since I promised your father, I have to get you settled in properly.”
Two meters behind him, Ryan wore a bitter expression. Three large bags hung from his neck, and he was carrying two suitcases in his hands, looking exactly like a refugee fleeing disaster.
“Professor… could we hire a porter?”
Ryan was panting for breath. “I’m a teaching assistant, not a mover…”
“If you cannot even endure this much weight, that only proves you lack exercise.” Logaris did not even turn his head. “Treat it as physical training. There is no need to thank me.”
The administrative building was still brightly lit at this hour.
It was the season for new student enrollment, and the service hall was packed. Even at night, every counter still had long lines in front of it.
Logaris led Emily over and casually joined a queue that looked slightly shorter than the others.
He had no particular obsession with privilege, as long as things did not move too slowly.
However, there were always people who liked to test his patience.
A noisy argument suddenly broke out at the front of the line.
“Move aside, move aside! Why are you all crowding here? Don’t you know it’s hot in here?”
A shrill female voice echoed through the hall, grating painfully against everyone’s ears.
A plump woman in a purple-red silk gown came swaggering toward the front of the line, dragging along a chubby little boy who looked seven or eight years old. The jewels in her hair shook wildly as she moved.
Her perfume was so overpowering it could have choked a cow, and the students she passed all covered their noses and moved out of her way.
“What are you staring at? A bunch of paupers.”
She fanned herself with a gem-encrusted folding fan while rolling her eyes at several commoner students standing ahead of her. “The air in this hall has been polluted by people like you. I truly do not know why the academy admits every stray cat and dog.”
The students she insulted were furious, but when they saw the gleaming Viscount’s family crest pinned to her chest, they did not dare say anything and silently made way for her.
The woman looked smugly pleased with herself as she dragged her son directly to the front of the line.
Because she moved so roughly, the half-eaten sausage in the little fat boy’s hand flew out.
Smack.
The greasy sausage landed squarely on the carefully waiting Emily, leaving a large ugly stain on her brand-new white down jacket.
“Oh!” Emily cried out and instinctively took a step back.
Not only did the little fat boy fail to apologize, he instead curled his lip in disdain and shoved Emily hard.
“You made me drop my sausage! Pay for it!”
The little fatty was quite strong. Emily was already small to begin with, and with that shove, she lost her balance completely. She was just about to fall backward and slam the back of her head onto the hard marble floor.
Ryan, standing behind her with his hands full, could not free a hand to catch her, and shouted anxiously, “Careful!”
Just as Emily was about to hit the ground,
a long, slender hand with distinct knuckles steadily supported her back.
Logaris withdrew his hand and slowly stepped forward.
He did not look at the woman who was still throwing a tantrum. Instead, he lowered his eyes to the grease stain on Emily’s clothes, then looked at the little fatty who was still making faces at her.
“So this is what passes for noble upbringing?”
“Who are you?”
The woman turned around and looked Logaris up and down.
A black coat, no jewelry, and no signs that he held a noble title.
Her confidence returned instantly. She glared with her blue-shadowed eyes, and her voice grew even louder.
“Sticking your nose into my business, are you? Do you know who I am? I’m the wife of Viscount Green! My cousin is on the board of directors—”
Before she could finish,
Logaris raised one finger and made a slight upward curl.
In the next second, the little fat boy, who must have weighed seventy or eighty jin, was lifted off the ground as if an invisible giant hand had gripped him by the neck, leaving him suspended in midair.
“Waaah—!”
The snacks in the little fatty’s hands scattered across the floor as he kicked frantically in the air and let out a pig-slaughtering scream. “Mom! Help! There’s a ghost!”
The entire hall fell deathly silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene before them. An instant-cast levitation spell? And with such absurdly precise control?
At that moment, several sharp-eyed upperclassmen in the crowd exchanged glances.
That signature black coat, those gold-rimmed glasses, and that completely unreasonable casting style… they recognized at once exactly who this man was.
But interestingly, not a single one of them spoke up to warn anyone.
It was as though they had instantly reached some bizarre and deeply wicked unspoken agreement. One after another, they folded their arms and stepped half a pace back, wearing mocking expressions like they were watching dead men walk.
“Y-You… what are you doing?!”
The Viscount’s wife completely failed to grasp the strange tension in the air around her. So frightened that two layers of powder nearly fell off her face, she shrieked and rushed forward, trying to claw at him. “Let go of my son! I’m calling the guards! Guards! Where are the guards?! Someone is trying to murder us!”
“How noisy.”
Logaris frowned slightly and flicked his finger.
Before the woman could even reach him, it was as though she had slammed into a wall of air. She was thrown backward and landed hard on the floor, her hair disheveled and her appearance utterly pathetic.
By then, the patrolling guards in the hall had finally arrived.
“Stop! Who is causing trouble here?”
The captain of the guards pushed through the crowd aggressively.
The moment the Viscount’s wife saw the guards, she immediately regained her spirit. Sitting on the floor, she began howling and wailing, pointing at Logaris as she cried miserably.
“It’s him! This madman! He used evil sorcery to attack my son, and he’s trying to kill me too! Arrest him at once! I’ll have my cousin lock this bastard in prison—”
The captain followed the direction of her finger, his hand already resting on the hilt of his sword.
However, when he clearly saw the figure standing in the center of the hall, leisurely pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands, the fierce expression on his face instantly froze.
In the next moment, that expression visibly transformed into terror, and cold sweat burst out all over him.
“P-Professor Logaris?!”
Even the captain’s voice was trembling, and his knees nearly gave out on the spot.
The moment that name was spoken, the crowd, which had been watching the show all along, could not hold back any longer and erupted into laughter.
This was exactly the moment they had been waiting for.
At that instant, the Viscount’s wife, still sitting on the floor, was like a chicken with its throat seized. Her crying stopped abruptly.
She had heard that name before—Professor Logaris, Lifetime Honorary Professor of Saint Arcadia Academy.
Within the kingdom, his status far surpassed that of her powerless Viscount husband by who knew how many levels.
More importantly, even a noblewoman like her, who did nothing but play cards and gossip, had long heard the “legends” surrounding this professor.
This was a ruthless man who had dared to storm straight through a Count’s estate at the age of sixteen.
“Viscount Green?”
Logaris paid no attention to the trembling guard captain and merely looked down at the woman, whose face had gone bloodless.
“I do not recall anyone by that name on the board of directors. But that is fine. Tomorrow morning, I will have Barnabas investigate this so-called family connection.”
He waved a hand casually.
The little fatty hanging in midair dropped like a ball and landed squarely in his mother’s soft, fleshy arms.
“Take this piece of trash and get out.”