Bayeran was ruled by a king and a senate. As the power of the casters increased over the centuries, the Arcane Council, made up of only wizards, began to rule the world with the king and the senators.

The "Damnatio Memoriae" is a system of impeachment in which all members of the Alpha Parliament decide to try the Supreme of the Mystical Realm, and the Supreme who receives this punishment has the following dispositions:

1. All the creations of the Supreme who has been condemned for sin must be destroyed;

2. Remove the name of the Supreme from all records and inscriptions and not to be proclaimed;

3. Deprive the Supreme of the right to use "Guardian" as an honorific title;

4. All legislation during the reign of the Supreme is to be abolished.

Even with Griffith's shallow occult knowledge, he couldn't help but tremble when he heard that the record of the erasure sentence was recorded. Only the most wicked and terrifying of the fallen are to be punished in this way after death, and like the tithe, it is a terrible heritage from antiquity.

Even though his body was destroyed, His corrupted and powerful soul still lingered in the spiritual realm that mortals could not set foot in. Chanting His real name or works can attract this terrible gaze, and the result will be inevitable madness or death. Therefore, people often use the term "that person" to refer to.

The most recent recorded killings took place fifteen years ago, when most of the boys and girls present had already been born. Griffith suddenly remembered what Lana had told him in the bookstore about a boy who had escaped from the clutches of that being and destroyed his body.

Aaron, one of the freshmen, didn't fly the Flying Leaf with us? Where is he!?

"Aaron is the target?" said Griffith, who realized that the boy had not boarded the ship with the others.

"The difference in treatment is really big~" Galadia rubbed the ends of her hair, "The school seems to have been prepared for a long time, and secretly arranged forces to escort him from other roads." I heard the sound of horses' hooves. ”

The silhouette of a horse-drawn carriage loomed in the darkness of the docks. The charioteer was extremely tall and disproportionate to the size of the small carriage. In the darkness, a vague figure flickered near the carriage, taking on the posture of a guard.

Soon, a boy stepped out of the car, waved to the coachman, and walked quietly and silently to the laughing freshmen. The coachman who drove the carriage waved his whip and immediately disappeared into the darkness.

The boy slowly walked towards the crowd laughing in the light. The beautiful blonde hair and bright red eyes are unforgettable, and the delicate skin like a ceramic doll is softer in the dim light. There seems to be a kind of magic in Aaron's body, even if he stands there quietly, it will attract the attention of those around you, so that you can't ignore his presence.

But when he came out of the darkness, with each step, he took a bite of light and joy like an ancient beast. As he slowly walked into the crowd, the freshmen who were still chatting enthusiastically just now fell silent.

The heir from a powerful family looked at him with a jealous and complicated expression. The classmates who were chatting around the aristocratic freshmen suddenly saw the core of the small circle quiet, and although they didn't know what was happening, they couldn't help but restrain their smiles and turn their heads to look at the boy who was coming.

At this moment, Marianne reappeared in front of everyone, as if she had pinched her watch and counted the time. She smiled and clapped her hands at the silent crowd, "Alright, the dinner begins, gentlemen and ladies, follow me up this stone staircase to the dinner hall." ”

The joyful music rang out at the right time. The attendants appeared on both sides of the stone staircase with bright crystal lamps, illuminating the way ahead. Emotionless laughter suddenly appeared in the crowd again, and although I don't know who was laughing and laughing so quickly, so appropriately, and so stiffly, at least the freshmen on the dark fjord docks were in a slightly cheerful mood and followed the professor upwards.

The crowd of people who ascended the stairs were led to wait outside a magnificent and ornate hall.

"So is that news true? Aaron the Chosen One is among us?" asked in an arrogant tone as Fisher de Aïgue, the eldest son of the Aiju family, took two steps forward, looked down at the freshmen on the steps, and then turned his gaze to the target in the crowd, "I am the heir of the ancient and powerful Aiju family, and we should be friends with such outstanding talents."

This rude act angered the nobles present and their entourage. Griffith noticed four or five of the four or five Shultolars around him casting unkind or contemptuous glances at the steps.

However, the nobles have their own rules of the game. Lightning-fast language is needed at times like these, not to go up and stab people.

"Hey, dear Fisher," laughed Viscount Ishios, "you don't have to care, really. Even if you don't stand on the steps, we'll see you. ”

Fisher, who was only 1.6 meters tall, was annoyed on the spot, clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.

"However, as Fisher said, we do have the privilege of being in the same column as Aaron the Chosen One," said the thin but personable Theseus, turning to Aaron's position.

The freshmen around Aaron receded like the waters of the ebbing tide, keeping him in the center of sight. However, the two freshmen, a man and a woman, who were standing near him, did not leave, and stayed in place in some embarrassment, perhaps because they were his friends, or maybe they had no time to retreat when they reacted.

The scene was a little awkward for a while. Aaron answered neither Fisher nor Ishus.

His bright red pupils were unwavering, and he looked ahead with a faint smile, as if a crowned king had walked past his low-browled courtiers.

The nearby professors and staff had no intention of disturbing the freshmen's chat, and after counting the numbers, they led them to a terrace in front of the hall.

"Next, the tutors of each academy will announce your names one by one, and the students who hear the names will come forward and receive their coats of arms to join your academy," the four mentors stood in front of the students, turning magic crystals. The crystals emit different colors of light, casting a string of names on the wall.

"Adrich Haz, Trajan. The instructor representing Trajan's Academy pointed to the long table behind him, "Go there and sit down." ”

Noticing that the man named Eldrich Hazy was a skinny-looking boy, Griffith immediately walked over to the mentor who had announced his name and obediently walked down the hall. When he walks, his hands are close to the seams of his trousers, and his fingers are slender and flexible, but his expression is very reserved.

"Ailaha Edin, Sheila. "One of the mentors gave out his name.

There was a low cheer from the crowd, and Elah, whose name was called, struggled to suppress the smile on her face and ran quickly to the long table. The boy was tall and handsome.

Is that any difference? Griffith was curious.

"Nande Green, Roland. ”

The boys who entered Roland College were tall and strong, with bronzed skin that was different from the fair-skinned inhabitants of Beyeland City, which Griffith had recently become acquainted.

"Is there anything special about this group?" Griffith whispered to Galadia on the side.

"Guess!" the elf girl raised her thin eyebrows.

"Iseus von Wurthorp, Minerva ......"

The four mentors quickly announced their names.

"Fiona de Chalon, Minerva. ”

"Sonia de Lamor, Minerva. ”

Griffith stood alone, watching the two blonde girls brisk towards their seats. Almost all of the young men with "De" and "Feng" in their names were members of Minerva. Galadia was also called by name early and sat in the center of the long table.

That's how they were grouped......

The people who come to this academy are young people with extraordinary characteristics, both strong and weak. But there are also differences between the extraordinary.

The academy of the children of a noble or mage family with a family lineage is Minerva, who transmits knowledge.

Children from wealthy families and high society join Sheila, a symbol of harmony. The young man who seemed to be strong and physically strong belonged to Roland.

The rest of the people are different, and Trajan is a big man...... Griffith approached Lana, who had also been left in place: "What does Trajan mean?"

"Hmmm, create, literally," said the tall and somewhat vicious Lana, who was one of the most knowledgeable of the Shultolars, and he didn't react for a moment, and looked Griffith suspiciously, "Aha, you ask this." They are the producers, and the production and adjustment of magic items, enchantment materials, and potions require mental power, and Trajan's classmates are the cornerstone of this society. ”

"And where are we going?" Griffiths looked at the thinning crowd, "Roland?"

"How is that possible," Rana shrugged, "of course we're going to ......"

"Griffith Blanton, Minerva. ”

The academy tutor reported the names reflected on the crystal, and the freshmen who remained in place looked at Griffith in silence, and the boys and girls who had already taken their seats in Minerva gave him welcoming looks.

Galadia patted her beside her. The boys and girls who crowded around her and Sonia were very conscious of leaving a vacant seat for Griffith, and no one tried to move their butts there.

While everyone was still waiting for the results of the sorting house, Brownie, who was running between the long tables, was already busy arranging the feast.

The long table is covered with white tablecloths, silver cutlery and candlesticks glitter, and fine porcelain is as lovely as the first snow in winter.

The long table served to Minerva's long table in the kitchen at Homonworth served fragrant slices of ham, iced grass and salad, along with a small bottle of purple sparkling aperitif per person. Some of the freshmen who couldn't bear it were eaten clean when they were sorted. Brownie immediately brought them sashimi of tuna and deep-sea scallops.

Griffith found that there were still chopsticks in the cutlery he was familiar with, but they were not made of wood, smooth, warm, and had a comfortable feel like jade. In a small white porcelain dish, wasabi is sprinkled with soy sauce from the far south, giving off a mysterious and enticing fragrance.

Sonia sat across from him, her slender hands skilfully picking up a piece of sashimi from an ice cube and putting it into her mouth. The other freshmen of Minerva also seemed to have become familiar with the utensils and food, and tasted them slowly and quietly with a little approval.

That's too extravagant...... Griffith's heart was already a little uneasy, and the food was so wasteful, how much did the Ramore family pay for me?

At this time, there was a commotion on the nearby long table. Although the attendants who maintained order immediately came to dissuade them, the voices of joy and surprise continued one after another.

Griffith turned his head to see that it was the cadets of the other three houses who were making a noise. On the table in front of them, golden chicken nuggets were piled up like a hill on a large plate. Several boys were happily grabbing a piece in each hand and gnawing happily.

Griffith was amazed to find that there were no fresh sashimi and delicate cutlery on the tables of the three colleges, and instead of slowing down to distinguish between appetizers and main courses, Brownie pushed carts full of fried chicken, roasted corn, scones, chunks of sausages, butter bread, and cakes for grabs.

I want to have a little bit of it...... Griffith thought subconsciously.

"Mr. Knight-Trainee, you must be worried about how to supply these guys in times of war, right?" Ishus, who was sitting not far away, asked Griffith in a friendly manner, "I bet that three GIs can't match the appetite of one of them." ”

The new Minerva students at the long table laughed softly. Griffith hurriedly withdrew his gaze from the other branches, only to find Fisher in the distance looking at him with a malicious and mocking expression, and a little regret in his eyes.

It was my rudeness...... Griffith's heart skipped a beat. If Iseus hadn't opened the topic in advance, what he would have heard would have been Fisher's sarcasm.