The same is true on deck. There were even several giant tentacles that were thicker than the pillars in front of the Senate Hall, which had grabbed the side of the ship and began to shake the hull of the Flying Leaf.

Lana and Murat are leading a few men on deck to fend off the tentacles' attacks. Almost all of them were wounded, and one sailor even lost an arm, and the white severed limb was being torn apart by several tentacles.

The first-year students at Holmonwald were all gathered on the deck of the Flying Leaf, and a limited number of Shotorals stood guard outside, watching in bewilderment as the dense tentacles slowly rose from the deck and overboard.

"What now!?"

"Boom!" Four huge tentacles suddenly rose from under the sea, grabbed the hull of the sailboat, and fiddled with it like a toy. The freshmen grabbed everything they could and screamed together.

"It's too big!"

"Give me the torch," Griffith tucked his dagger into his boots and reached for a blazing torch, "I'll come first." ”

"Griffith, don't go!" Sonya, clinging to the mast, watched as her apprentice knight leaped through the tumbling debris and rushed towards the thickest tentacle.

This scene is so familiar...... Was he begging for death? Galadia was sure she had seen it before.

The Flying Leaf has tilted. Four tentacles grabbed each side of the ship, trying to flip her over. Griffith rushed to the upturned side of the ship, grabbed a sharp stick of wood and poked it at one of the tentacles that was tearing at the deck.

"Shhh

The tentacles roared indescribably. Immediately after, the pillar-thick tentacles split through the middle, opening their mouthparts densely covered with countless tiny teeth towards Griffith.

Crooked, pale teeth covered the inner walls of the tentacles like barbs, and shattered flesh and clothing hung from them. Reddish-brown skulls stuck between their teeth, staring at the outside world with their hollow eye sockets.

"Ah!!h

Everyone on deck was terrified to the horror of hellish sight. Fiona fainted in Lana's arms. Many of the freshmen clutched their chests and vomited.

Stupid monster!

Griffith was in ecstasy, and he kicked the side of the ship under his feet and leaped to his feet. The flaming torch flicked in his hand and threw it like a spear into the pitch-black mouthparts.

The dead gray tentacles swallowed the flying torch in one gulp, and the open mouthparts quickly closed.

With a dull thud, the shockwave and sharp broken teeth swept through like a storm. Griffith only had time to block it with both hands before he flew out like a rag doll and fell into the sea with a thud.

The freshmen, stunned by the blast wave of the explosion, were stunned for a few seconds.

"Miss Galadia, help me take care of Fiona," Rana handed the lord into the hands of the girl he thought was the most powerful, and before the elves could stop him, he pounced with torches and axes towards the other large open tentacle:

"Bayeran, Wan Sheng!"

"Boom!"

Another stormy explosion swept through, and Lana flew out and fell into the sea with a thud.

“Hurrah!”

The Shutorals, who were still standing on the deck, roared together, grabbing their torches and throwing them like tentacles nearby.

Before they could do anything, the tentacles that had wrapped around the ship fled, fleeing into the sea like frogs chased by snakes.

"Phew!"

The Flying Leaf, which had been lifted more than 30 degrees, smashed into the water again. Something evil that had taken over everyone's minds quickly faded away.

"Griffith and Lana, save them!" shouted Galadia as she jumped into the sea.

......

More than a dozen hours later, the Flying Leaf arrived at its destination, escorted by an arriving three-masted battleship. Lady Marianne stepped down from the ship with the tired faces of the freshmen, where several professors, armed with wands, scrolls, and enchanted trinkets, were waiting for them.

Lady Marianne, dressed in noble and elegant clothes, slowly walked up the steps by the dock in the eyes of everyone, looking at the gray-faced Baierlan newborn......

"Young ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Holmonwards. Maybe I should have said the same thing as usual, but I'll leave this precious time for you to take care of yourself. The changing rooms on the pier have been prepared with grooming utensils and a change of clothes, and you have half an hour. Half an hour later, you will be ushered to the Welcome Dinner and will be assigned to the four houses to join your seniors, as is traditional.

"The four houses are Minerva, Sheila, Roland, and Trajan.

"The name of the college stands for knowledge, harmony, courage and creativity. Since you are here, the Academy is your home, and your outstanding performance will bring honor to the Academy, and any violation of discipline will be detrimental to the Academy. At each end of the semester, your house grade will be a significant weight in your grades.

"Also, Shuttoral, you're going to have to elect a first-year co-commander outside of the academy. I think you've got a candidate. ”

With that, a somewhat tired Professor Marianne nodded to the new students, then turned and walked into the lounge that had been prepared for her. The freshmen who had left Bayeran for the first time and had been attacked by a sea monster for the first time, looked at me, I looked at you, and silently walked towards the makeshift dressing room on the other side.

Knocked away by the explosion, Griffith was covered in wounds and embedded broken teeth. The Homonwarts reinforcements, who arrived in time, treated them well, and Sonia smeared him with a thick ointment and bandages around him. But at that time Griffith fainted, and he didn't know how the girl did these things.

Lana, who was blown up in the last step, learned a lot from Griffith's experience, and after throwing the torch, he made as many evasive and defensive moves as possible, and the injuries were much lighter.

Most of the others were not injured, but they were very embarrassed after such a toss, and many of them were still covered in slime and debris from unknown things. Half an hour was only enough time for everyone to simply wash their faces and change into brand new school uniforms, and the school workers came to urge everyone to gather in front of the stone steps of the pier. In addition to them, people from other parts of the new class of more than 800 new students in Hormonwaltz also arrived, and gathered noisily on the small pier to ask this and that.

Griffith stood not far from Sonya, leaning against a cold stone wall and watching his classmates, silently on guard. Beside him, Galadia and Sonia were greeting their new friends and chatting on behalf of their respective families. Holmonworth is both an institution of higher learning and a derivative of the coterie in Beyeland's living room.

Even if you have left Bayeran and just escaped from the tentacles of the sea monster, as long as you are on this stage, you must maintain grace and etiquette. Fear and panic are disrespectful.

Griffith's sharp gaze swept over the young figures. A few of the Shultolars not far from him were doing the same.

The first three were Isis, Rudias, and Geros, the gangster.

Were these attacks isolated incidents or organized complicity?

What is the probability that a giant sea monster will accidentally appear in this sea area and accidentally attack the Flying Leaf? Griffith's first thought after recovering from the battle and his coma was to believe that there was a mastermind behind the attack, and that the target of the attack was probably one of the freshmen on board.

But, who will it be?

Griffith's gaze swept over Fiona. This girl had been snatched away as a sacrifice to the evil gods, and there was a high chance that the remnants of the cultists would attack her again. But the sea monster almost ate her, which makes the evil god happy?

The same reasoning applied to the sons of Sonia and several other nobles. They are valuable in the political arena of Bayeran, but only if they are alive. The attack launched by the sea monster last night was deadly, and what profit could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl have to be eaten alive? Even if they had to be sacrificed, they had to go through the procedure.

So, is it Galadia? Is it a follow-up to the previous attack? Is it still after her? No, no, the Consul of Canaan just watched his daughter in distress, and he ate dry food?

Griffith's gaze shifted to the elven girl's back. She and her new friends were chatting about the previous sea monster, as if they were talking about a play on stage, and the tone was elegant and cute, as if the sea monster was not here to eat everyone. Griffith was distracted, very, very jealous of the aristocratic classmates who could talk to her because of the rules of society.

The midshipman tapped his head in annoyance. The elf girl has many secrets that she doesn't know, and the distance between the two is as far away as the stones on the ground and the stars in the night sky.

As if noticing something, Galadia turned her head to meet the midshipman's gaze, smiled at him and tilted her head.

"What's wrong? Did you fall on your head?" the elf apologized to his new companions, walked briskly to Griffith's side, leaned against the cold wall side by side with him, and whispered words that only he could hear, "If you want to explore whether there is a black hand and conspiracy behind the sea monster, I advise you to give up~ This is not the same thing as the previous incident." ”

"How?" Griffith sensed as if he was missing some important information.

"Haven't you noticed who's missing from our boat?"

"Who? what's the connection with the sea monster?" Griffith's spine chilled for a moment. The answer seemed to be on his lips, but he couldn't say it.

“Damnatio Memoriae.”

Galadia softly pronounced two words, like two cold swords piercing Griffith's heart, causing him to panic for some reason.

"Do you know what that means?" the elf tilted his head and leaned slightly against the knight's right shoulder, "the sea monster didn't happen to appear there, the freshmen from the famous family knew it, and its target was not me or anyone else, it was the most special one of our freshmen. As for who instructed the sea monster, the professor and his classmates generally knew about it, and the big names of Bayeran also knew about it. But no one will delve into it, and no one will say the real name of the mastermind. Any idea why?"

"Why?" Griffith almost blurted out.

“Damnatio Memoriae.” The elven girl whispered again, as if fear had brought ominous darkness, "His creation must be destroyed, His true name cannot be spoken, stripped of his honorific title, and the repeal of legislation." Give the chaotic and evil Dark Supreme -

"Record the punishment of obliteration. ”