From MC's Perspective:
The forbidden area, a secluded, shadowy corner of the building, lood before . A hushed murmur emanated from the gathering of wizard students, their eyes fixed on a specific point. As I approached, their gazes shifted towards , a ripple of excitent and anticipation washing over their faces.
"Vincent's here!" one of them exclaid, breaking the silence.
A commotion erupted. The crowd parted, revealing a circle of students, their expressions a mix of curiosity, apprehension, and a hint of malice. I sighed inwardly, realizing they had followed the Transformation Wizards.
"Quiet!" a voice bood, restoring order. No one dared to speak ill in front of Vincent, but the undercurrent of anticipation was palpable.
Ignoring the whispers, I stepped forward. There, in the center of the circle, stood the Transformation Wizards, Alex and Damon. Their eyes were fixed on a particular spot, their faces etched with a determined glint.
"He's here!" Alex hissed, his voice barely audible over the growing tension.
"It's ti to confront him," Damon replied, his tone filled with a sense of righteous indignation.
"Let's see how he's going to rescue his Senior Sister," a nearby wizard muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The crowd exchanged knowing glances, their eyes filled with a mix of excitent and dread.
anwhile, Carolina Slate, trapped within the circle of female wizards, heard the commotion. Her heart pounded as she realized Vincent was here. She struggled to break free, but the female wizards held her firmly in place, their grip tightening with each passing mont.
I approached the circle of wizards, their bodies forming an impenetrable barrier. My gaze swept across their faces, their expressions a mix of defiance and determination. Finally, my eyes landed on Damon Burkey, the leader of the group.
"Leave her alone," I demanded, my voice low and nacing.
A ripple of shock passed through the crowd. The words hung heavy in the air, a challenge thrown down to the Transformation Wizards.
"Harumph," Alex snorted, his face contorting into a sneer. "We have no personal grudge against your Senior Sister. But if you want us to leave her alone, you must do sothing about our Senior Brother Craig."
"He's suffering sowhere," Damon added, his voice filled with a righteous indignation. "While you walk around freely, enjoying your privileged life. It's unfair, Vincent. Very unfair. If you don't give us a satisfactory explanation, we'll continue to harass your Senior Sister."
A wave of frustration washed over . These wizards were clearly prepared for a confrontation. They had co ard with a plan, their demands carefully calculated.
"If you don't leave, I'll go inform the dean," I threatened, my voice steady despite the rising tension. "Before he takes any action, it's best for you to leave this place."
Gasp!
A collective gasp echoed through the crowd. No one had expected such audacity from Vincent. The wizards exchanged shocked glances, their faces paling.
Alex and Damon's expressions darkened, their eyes filled with a smoldering anger. They had been expecting a confrontation, but not one that involved the dean.
"Then you can try to take your Senior Sister back," Alex sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.
I rubbed my forehead in exasperation. These wizards were determined to cause trouble, no matter the consequences.
anwhile, the Guardian, hidden in the shadows, observed the unfolding drama with a mixture of amusent and disbelief. He couldn't understand why these students were behaving so recklessly.
Their words and actions were insignificant compared to the grand sche of things. If they knew the true nature of the Steel Family, they would be horrified.
A hint of confusion flickered in his eyes. He was not surprised by the students' emotions, but he was taken aback by the reaction of the Council Elders of the Transformation Hall. It was their responsibility to maintain order within the hall, yet this chaotic scene was unfolding before their very eyes.
If the students didn't heed his warning, the Guardian knew Vincent might resort to drastic asures, such as reporting the incident to the dean.
My mind raced, searching for a solution. I could seek help from other Wizard Halls, but I doubted they would be willing to intervene. Besides, I had no connections outside of my own hall.
Senior Gilbert was absent, leaving to face the challenge alone. I couldn't abandon Senior Sister, no matter the cost. After a mont of deliberation, I decided to confront the Transformation Wizards directly.
I raised my head and stepped towards them, my determination unwavering. The True House Wizards tensed, their bodies prepared for a fight. However, their fear was not of Vincent's physical prowess, but of accidentally harming him. Magic spells were strictly forbidden within the academy.
anwhile, the Wizard Students from other halls watched the unfolding drama with growing excitent. So had already started posting about the incident online, and it wouldn't be long before a larger crowd gathered.
As I approached the circle of Transformation Wizards, I realized they had ford a solid barrier, leaving no room for to enter. In the center of the circle, Senior Sister Carolina stood, her face flushed with anger.
"Vincent, inform the dean," she shouted, her voice trembling with frustration.
The Transformation Wizards' faces flushed with embarrassnt. Their actions were childish and humiliating, but they had no other choice.
Alex gritted his teeth, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Everyone, release your coercion," he ordered, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.
Damon was the first to comply, releasing his mana coercion with a powerful surge of energy.
One by one, the other Transformation Wizards followed suit, their mana bursting forth in a dazzling display of power. The sudden release of so much energy caused the air to shimr and distort.
My eyes narrowed. I could easily block the coercion, but doing so would reveal my true strength, a secret I was determined to keep hidden.
Carolina was equally shocked. She hadn't expected the Transformation Wizards to escalate the situation so dramatically. This was no longer simple harassnt; it was a dangerous ga.
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