Reincarnated Lord: I Conquered Fate With My Harem-Chapter 60: The Magister’s Address

I was finally able to defeat the demonic Sentry, even without severing its head. As it seemed, I had misjudged the weakness of its core.

Whatever, I’m happy that victory was finally ours.

And thanks to the Sentry’s last attack, I also sustained a terrible injury. When our blades collided against each other, I had been so intent on ending the Sentry’s life that I wasn’t able to protect my chest.

As I moved forward to pierce the Sentry’s core, it also did the same and was able to affect my chest.

"Tsk."

My sword lowered slowly, trembling from the force of what it had endured. I wiped the blood on my cheek with the back of my hand, and with reluctance, I collapsed.

"It’s done," I whispered, my eyes flickering. "We... won."

My brows were persistently threatening to close, but I was able to see the two blurry figures approaching me.

Then, a chime distracted me and caused me to raise my eyes. A screen was hovering right above me, blurry too.

Whatever the case might be, I smiled, knowing I had fulfilled my promises.

Then, the moment the two figures reached where I lay, their hands grasped me, but I didn’t see what happened next. Because my eyes finally gave out, and a twist of darkness took over me.

...

The arena was still humming with fading tension from the last battle. Three figures appeared in the middle of the field, below the spectators.

One of them, Miriam, was carrying the body of an unconscious fellow mage on her back. While Lyra held her sword by her right side and that of the unconscious mage by the left.

From the audience stage, Muna Seafrost was seen approaching with a run. And also from the Elements’ section, Linda was also on her heels to meet the three figures.

Both of them seemed to be racing against each other.

But before they could reach the three figures, Magister Dango rose from his seat and halted them.

"This is not the time for a sympathy show. Go back to your seats; the clinical staff will take care of him. After then, you can visit him and cry all you like... if you wish," he said with a rather dejected tone.

At that time, two extra figures handling a stretcher appeared from a foreign rift behind Miriam and her companions.

They were clad in white gowns, both female, and had nose masks over their faces.

Once they reached the victim, they helped Miriam to place him on the stretcher, and soon, they vanished back through the rift, which closed behind them.

Now they were gone, Miriam heaved a sigh, and together with Lyra, they returned to their positions at the Elements’ sections.

As soon as they were finally settled, Magister Dango—the Supreme Head of Purifier Academy—stepped forward. His flowing red robes trailed behind him, and his presence alone seemed to steady even the most trembling hearts.

That was the power of the Supreme Head.

In his front, a platform carved from stone protruded, serving as a pulpit.

Magister Dango placed his hands on top of the pulpit and wanted to start speaking when the surviving candidates stood at attention from their various seats.

At first sight, it looked as though they were offering a standing ovation to the Magister, but that was not the case. In an orderly manner, the prospective students of Purifier Academy marched to the center of the arena and arranged themselves in a semi-circle.

Looking closely, Magister Dango understood what had caused this formality.

They were under the guidance of Professor Minxx, one of the instructors of Purifier Academy.

Once the chaos of their arrangement settled in silence, Magister Dango cleared his throat and began to speak. His voice rang out, clear and resonant.

"Young ones... You have done well."

His gaze swept across them, measuring and acknowledging.

"Today, you have faced the Trial of getting admitted into the academy. I must say that you all have passed the test designed not only to gauge power but also resolve, instinct, will, and the purity of your spirit."

"All who stand before me now have proven themselves capable of taking the first steps towards becoming Purifiers. Be informed that you have been tasked with protecting humanity hence are now hunters of the demonic scourge."

A faint murmur of pride rose among the students, but they brought it to an abrupt end once Magister Dango resumed speaking.

"However," he continued, lifting one hand, "before you can truly call yourselves Purifiers, there are formalities you must learn to abide by."

"From this point onward, your lives are no longer defined by comfort or routine. You must embrace discipline. You must cultivate respect for your instructors, for your comrades, and for the sacred duty you are each being molded for."

A hush fell again.

"Your lectures will begin in two days. Until then, you will be provided with your dormitory allocations, introductory scrolls, and uniforms. And tomorrow evening, we will hold a formal dinner celebration in the Grand Hall to honor every one of you who braved today’s trials."

The crowd of parents and spectators applauded gently.

Magister Dango nodded, though the shadow on his face deepened.

"Originally, the results of this test, which will be used to show the rankings and assigned classes, were to be announced here in the arena immediately after the trial.

Unfortunately, due to an... unforeseen circumstance..." His eyes flicked briefly toward the direction where the extra figures had vanished from.

"One of our candidates has sustained a grave injury and was rushed to the healers. Out of respect, the rankings will instead be announced during tomorrow’s dinner gathering." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

A murmur of concern rippled through the stands. Everyone had watched the battle between the injured mage and the demonic, seven elemental arcane sentries.

They swore that their lives wouldn’t be assured if they were to be in the shoes of that mage. Some of them even approached Lyra and Miriam where they stood with other Elements to congratulate them.

Magister Dango allowed all this to happen only for a brief moment before he cleared his throat to bring back order, then placed his hand over his heart.

"To the parents and families who stood with us throughout this trial—thank you!"

"Not only did your presence strengthen your children, but they also serve as a boost to the mission and vision this academy is set to uphold for humanity. It has done more than you know."

He turned, bowed his head slightly to the VIP stand, and also returned to prostrate himself before the audience at the far end.

He began to speak again, only this time, his expression shifted to a solemn, heavy, and respectful tone.

"But... for those of us who lost our sons and daughters and our dearest ones today..."

The arena went utterly silent as they unknowingly observed a minute of silence for the dead.

Magister Dango’s voice softened afterward, carrying the weight of the truth.

"No words are enough. No gesture is worthy of your grief. Yet I vow on the honor of this academy: their bodies will be retrieved from the test grounds and prepared with dignity. They will receive proper rites... worthy to be called funerals."

Several families broke down quietly. The Magister gave them a moment before speaking again.

"Thank you all."

He lifted both hands slowly.

"Let this marking moment be sealed."

At once, the massive floating screens that had displayed the trial flickered—then vanished into thin air as though swallowed by an invisible tide.

At the same time, the Magister drew a circular arc with the staff that suddenly appeared in his hand.

Behind the Purifiers, the air groaned, twisted... and then split open.

Two colossal rifts tore into existence—one swirling in gold and silver light, the other in deep violet and storm-blue, each crackling with arcs of energy like rivers of magic.

Magister Dango extended a hand toward the shimmering golden rift.

"Honored guests, spectators, and parents—this rift will take you safely back to the city square outside the Academy’s borders. It has been an honor hosting you."

He then turned to the young candidates, his eyes sharp with expectation.

"And you... future Purifiers. You will take the second rift. It will lead you directly to the hall, from where you will be addressed on how to locate your various rooms in the dormitory."

A breeze rose from the violet rift, pulling gently at their clothes.

The Magister’s voice dropped to a commanding tone.

"Walk with pride. You earned this."

The arena burst into applause—some joyful, some tearful, some trembling with relief—as the first group stepped toward their glowing portal.

And for the successful candidates, hearts pounding, futures uncertain yet burning bright... their journey into the Purifier Academy truly began.