Magic School: My Students Are Too Arrogant!

“The plan will proceed as usual. Mages, listen up. Prepare to strip Ogsteen’s soul.” Heimdall instructed his followers to let another mage move forward.

The Mage nodded, and the magic power he cast instantly dissipated as if it had never existed.

In just a moment, the Mage returned and said respectfully, “Lord Heimdall! Ogsteen had fallen into a state of suspended animation, and his soul had been stripped from his body.

Heimdall nodded with some relief when he heard that.

Although there were some discrepancies with the original plan, there were no major changes.

Let’s see how you can stop King Ogsteen after his soul is stripped from his body.

Today, my Holy Flame Ceremony will begin as usual and Merlin must enter Saint Petersburg.

Sure enough, a short moment later, something happened again. The crowd began to stir.

A loud commotion came from afar.

A follower ran from Saint Petersburg, his face pale and ugly.

“Ha, Prince Harry, Prince Harry!”

“This is bad. This is bad. King Ogsteen is in trouble.”

“Just now, a figure barged into Saint Petersburg at an extremely fast speed.”

“He seemed to have come for the palace hall. He directly charged into the palace hall. After approaching the king, he quickly left.”

“The king has been in a coma until now and has lost consciousness.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire St. Petersburg started to clamor.

“What?”

“The king is actually unconscious.”

“Figure, what figure? What criminal dares to cause trouble in Saint Petersburg?”

Soon, not only in Saint Petersburg, but most of the Tiamut Continent heard this news.

At once, rumors spread everywhere and the repeated lie was accepted as truth, causing great fear.

“Something happened to the King of Saint Petersburg? What happened?”

“How can this be? Nothing must happen to the king!”

Countless people were shocked, causing everyone to panic.

In Saint Petersburg, Prince Harry suddenly stood up.

His entire body was sparkling as he strode towards the palace. He looked at the guards in the palace and asked in a low voice.

“What happened? Who dared to attack the king in Saint Petersburg?”

The guard stammered.

“Don’t be nervous, tell me slowly.”

The guard trembled as he carefully recounted what had happened.

“Just now, the king was admiring the flowers in the garden.”

“Along the way, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept up from somewhere. Then, we saw a figure flying over at an extremely fast speed.”

“That person was wearing a black robe. I couldn’t see what he looked like, but he appeared beside the king.”

“He directly held the king in place. Then, a violent wind blew. It was so strong that we were unable to open our eyes.”

“When everything was over, the king fell to the ground. When the wind stopped, the man was nowhere to be seen. All we could see was the king on the ground.”

“His Majesty has been in a coma. We quickly sent him to the doctor.”

“No matter how hard the doctors research, they can’t find the real reason why His Majesty fainted. Many methods have been used, but they have no effect.”

Prince Harry’s pupils shrank to the size of a pin.

Strong winds blew, and a black-robed figure appeared.

I seem to remember that Teacher Flanders wrote about it in a book and has some records about it.

Teacher Flanders once said that a normal person has lost their soul after fainting without any symptoms.

Could it be that the king’s soul was no longer in his body?

But why…

Just as Prince Harry was pondering, Merlin, who was anxiously pacing back and forth outside the city, heard a distant sound transmission mixed with the magical power of the god realm.

“The Magic Conference.”

“Could save King Ogsteen.”

Merlin froze and looked around in confusion.

Who is talking to me?

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go to Saint Petersburg!”

“Quickly save King Ogsteen!”

A thunderous voice echoed in Merlin’s mind, shaking his soul.

“Saving a life can accumulate countless merit.”

“If it’s too late, their king will not be able to return.”

Hearing that, Merlin shuddered. He did not dare to hesitate any longer and quickly struggled to shout.

“Your Highness, Your Highness.”

“Can you let me give it a try? Perhaps I can help His Majesty, King Ogsteen.”

“I can return the soul of His Majesty, King Ogsteen.”

Merlin tried to make his voice as loud as possible, so loud that it attracted the attention of all the people in Saint Petersburg.

His actions were indeed effective. For a moment, everyone looked towards the door.

Prince Harry knew that it was the guardian who was showing off and didn’t want to bother with him, but when he thought of the fact that His Majesty still had to host the tournament and the talents of various races gathered in the fort today, he hesitated.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Prince Harry waved his hand, indicating for his men to let Merlin in.

The young prince’s follower, on the other hand, was incomparably excited after realizing this and hurriedly opened the city gate.

“I really didn’t attend to you well enough just now. Guardian, can you really…”

However, he was interrupted before he could finish.

A large hand pressed down on this attendant’s shoulder. A cool breeze blew past, flowing light swirling about.

A figure dressed in a luxurious tuxedo slowly walked out from the crowd. He was stepping on clouds and his body sparkled.

As his sleeves fluttered, there seemed to be light surrounding him.

Prince Harry looked at Merlin in the crowd. His eyes were calm and wise, as if he had already seen through everything.

“How do you know that the soul of His Majesty King Ogsteen has been stripped from his body?”

Merlin was slightly taken aback. He didn’t know how to answer Prince Harry’s question.

Before he could find an excuse.

This young man, who had traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, who had once traversed more than half of the Tiamut Continent as a mortal, seemed to recall a saying.

“Teacher Flanders once taught us that the human race was born between the heavens and earth and walked between the heavens and earth. The slow passage of time relied on the fate of the human race.”

“It’s all because of our human race’s own backbone.”

Taking a deep breath, Prince Harry slowly turned around and walked towards the palace in Saint Petersburg. His voice was calm and quiet.

“I was indeed lacking in hospitality earlier. I’m sorry, Guardian. I appreciate your kindness.”

“But it’s our own business in St. Petersburg. It’s not for outsiders to play the hero.”

“We’ll save him ourselves.”

“I’ll save him myself.”

Why would my dignified Tiamut Continent need others to take action?