Lucius did not stay in the audience for long. After all, he was now in charge of the situation in place of Ciella. Although the Department of Architecture and the Student Union had come up with a new format, he still remembered clearly the purpose of moving the competition venue outside of the college city.

The population of the college city itself was small, less than 100,000. Not to mention compared to the capital cities of various kingdoms, even an ordinary large city could surpass this scale.

Thanks to this, most of the people could be attracted out of the college city.

Of course, there were people who continued to maintain the normal operation of the city in the urban area. Moving most of the people out was only for the next step.

"Snook."

Walking to the entrance, which had almost no one left, Lucius activated the miniature communication array that was solidified on his collar.

"Our team is ready, and we have already started dispersing and investigating," a director from the Security Department responded.

According to Karina's information, the actions of the Black Elves would take place during the Martial Arts Festival. The population inside the college city would almost double during this time, making it easier to create chaos compared to usual.

And their biggest reliance was a magic array provided by the Black Elves, which had been optimized by Viera.

To be more precise, it was a forbidden spell magic array.

The specific effect was unknown, but if it was a forbidden spell array used for destruction, it was natural to have the power to destroy a city. Even if casualties were avoided, Lucius did not want to accept this consequence.

After all, this city was almost the foundation of the Mirt Academy.

And since Ciella couldn't search for possible locations of the forbidden spell array using the World's Eye, the only option was manual inspection. One of the purposes of attracting most of the residents outside the city was to facilitate their work. With the recall of Watchers, a portion of the teachers, and the elite members of the Student Union, a comprehensive search would not take too long.

However, Lucius still had some doubts.

The response from the academy should be fine. Two Holy Rank individuals would protect the targets of both the Black Elves and Brad's faction, successfully relocating the venue to avoid and neutralize the large-scale killing spell as the enemy's trump card.

In this situation, unless there were also more than one Holy Rank powerhouse among the enemies, what means could they have to achieve the goal of stealing Coco and killing the Silver War Maiden within their control?

The only variable he could think of was the message he received from Hoshimi not long ago—an unknown Holy Rank interception in the capital.

However, if it was just one Holy Rank, Lucius believed that Mirt could still handle it. There was no need for stealth if the enemy had more Holy Rank powerhouses.

"Let's take it step by step." Lucius shook his head, casting a wind soaring spell on himself and flew towards the direction of Mirt City.

...

"Oh, I just received a message from Karina."

"Is she able to send messages?"

"...It seems that Mirt sent her back to the Holy City. They said they want to judge her as a heretic."

"Judgment? Haha, don't joke around, can they really let her contact you if they wanted to judge her? Honestly, the pope and your Bishop Heinrich are in cahoots."

"...She said she couldn't tolerate using the lives of ordinary citizens as bargaining chips in a game, so she entrusted many plans to the college city."

"Well, it's a bit regrettable, but also within expectations... No wonder Mirt caused such a big commotion today."

The scene shifted back to an old tavern in the college town, which had a somewhat nostalgic feel to it. Compared to the bustling crowd of the past few days, business today was so dismal that it was almost unbearable to look at. There were zero customers in the shop.

The owner was probably one of the few who was unhappy about the team competition being moved outside of the city. Although he had sent the other staff members to set up stalls around the arena, the added cost of transporting the goods made it difficult to be in high spirits. He could only barely break even.

Besides, the rent for his large storefront was not cheap. The owner, who was wiping a glass behind the counter, thought to himself and suddenly heard voices outside the door. Shortly after, the door was pushed open.

"Welcome, what would you like to drink?" Unexpected customers were certainly a sight the owner was happy to see. He immediately put down the glass and walked out from behind the counter, beaming with a smile.

Walking inside were a young man and a young woman, but they didn't look like a couple. The main reason was that the girl seemed a bit too young, uh... siblings? The owner speculated based on their ages, but they were both so young, what did it mean for them to come to a tavern?

"Hello, boss. It seems like the shop is quite deserted. Are you the only one here?" The little girl greeted him, her face showing an innocent smile.

Uh-oh, she's a bit cute. The owner instantly pushed his doubts aside and instinctively smiled kindly in response. "Yes, the other staff members are all at the arena selling their wares."

"See, I told you." The girl blinked at the slightly older boy beside her, then greeted the owner, "Well then, please take care of us."

"What did you say?" The owner was a bit confused. Suddenly, he saw the girl wave her hand, and a black shadow flew towards him. Before he could react, he lost consciousness.

"In any case, it's much more convenient when it's just one person. Come, let's hang up the prototype sign." Vela glanced at the owner, who stood still with lifeless eyes. There was a small hole remaining on his forehead, as if one could see fine plant roots growing under his skin.

...

"It's been almost an hour, right? Why haven't they started yet?" Tiran, sitting in the audience seat outside of the city arena, was getting impatient.

Taking a sip of the soda he snatched from Little Angel, the princess sat there like an old man watching a play.

As for Aya, who was on the other side, she was comforting the nearly crying Little Angel who was once again bullied. "Um...don't cry, be good. How about I treat you to a hot pot at the restaurant in the city after the Martial Arts Festival is over?"

"Ugh...hot pot...I've been there. I want to go next door for a whole roasted lamb...(；へ：)"

Hey, now they're bargaining!

But the boring situation didn't last too long. Tiran didn't know if it was because being the protagonist naturally attracted various events, but someone came knocking on their door.

"Sorry to bother you! Are you Prince Tiran? The organizing committee for the field preparation of the arena had some issues, and Headmaster Ciella said you could help. Um...would you be willing to..."

The staff member from the construction department who came seeking help looked a bit nervous, unsure if they should look directly at Tiran —— well, it was mainly because Aya, who was consoling Little Angel next to him, was stealing the spotlight.

Hmmm? No wonder it hasn't started yet. Since it's the maintenance team responsible for Summoner's Rift, I, Tiran Elysian, must help out with the venue.

Passing through the passageway and arriving on the first floor at the player's preparation area and venue maintenance area, the previous back and forth workers had disappeared, indicating that they were almost done preparing.

Arriving at a large gate, the Minister of Construction was already waiting outside.

"Hello, Prince Tiran."

In this moment of seeking help, the minister did not reveal his usual sleazy demeanor.

"Hmm, it was you who supervised the construction of the Summoner's Rift?" Tiran stared at him and asked.

"If you're referring to that location... yes." The minister hesitated for a moment in response, feeling a little unsure under Tiran's gaze.

Snap.

Tiran grabbed the minister's hand, deeply moved. "Truly a professional, you know your stuff. If you have any troubles, just let me know. I will definitely assist you."

Joking aside, being able to recreate the Rift battles in this parallel world was rare. At this moment, it didn't matter what troubles there were, this lady had to make way!

"Well, you see," although confused by Tiran's sudden excitement, the minister temporarily ignored it and pointed to the large gate behind him, "we have set a certain number of magical creatures in the jungle area according to our regulations. Ordinary creatures are easily tamed under the Magic Mage Contract, but we selected two subdragon species as the epic monsters on both sides of the river. Due to the rushed timeline, we still haven't completely controlled them..."

"So Ciella thinks I can handle them?" Tiran pinched his chin, lost in thought.

"Yes, Your Highness. You have tamed actual dragons before, so dealing with subdragon species should be a piece of cake." The minister's gaze fell on the dragon maid on the side, stirring up Aya's unpleasant memories and casting a shadow over her beautiful face.

The Dragon's Blood incident with Aya by Silver War Maiden's side was widely known in the academy. As for who leaked the information... Petra and Feilin had come forward to take the blame.

Tiran was also a little troubled. Ah, yes, that's right. He had trained... tamed Aya, but it was all through force, and now it was difficult to do the same to subdue her.

"Aya, I've decided it's you! Go!"

"Don't make decisions for me!"

——Although she said that, Aya didn't really mind. After all, she was a pure-blooded Dragon herself, and a Golden Dragon at that. Dealing with two subdragon species should be a piece of cake for her.

So Aya pushed open the door and entered alone.

"Roar!!!"

With a thunderous roar, accompanied by a strong gust and a pungent smell, two subdragons locked inside the restraining array appeared before her.

The term "subdragon" was actually a very broad concept. As long as they possessed Dragon bloodline, whether it was minimal or almost complete, they were referred to as subdragons.

The lower-ranking ones, like Earth Dragons, had no significant difference from armadillos other than their tougher scales and lower-level earth magic. The higher-ranking ones, like Chimeras, even possessed combat capabilities comparable to pure-blooded Dragons.

And the two subdragons before her were classified as higher-ranking with considerable strength.

Steel Feather Winged Dragon, four Chimeras - both were high-level magical creatures. The Steel Feather Winged Dragon's size was already very close to that of a true Dragon, except it lacked scale coverage and instead had feathers with a metallic texture.

The four Chimeras lacked wings, and although they were considered mid-level among Chimeras, it still took the combined full strength of a Level 9 Knight to confidently defeat them.

These two types of magical creatures were meant to be hunted down, advanced playthings that could keep a whole adventurer team busy for a year, and yet they were captured by Milt as jungle monsters for the wild area...

"Are they Yalong?"

Aya had no special feelings about their roars, just coldly staring at the two restless beasts.

Although Yalong had the word "dragon" in it, in Aya's eyes, it was just like humans looking at baboons. Even if their Dragon lineage was high, they were not true dragons.

"I don't need to use my hands to tame these guys, right?"

Aya took a deep breath and took a step forward--

"Howl... Cough cough cough cough!!! No, that's not right!"

The posture was wrong! She almost ended up being cute!

The two Yalong were a bit confused when they roared at this person in front of them, who looked no different from an ordinary human and restrained their aura. They blinked their eyes and stared at Aya.

"This time it's right. Get ready, little ones. Let me show you what a real dragon's roar is like!"

The air suddenly stagnated. Before the sound came out, the imposing pressure of the Dragon king had already engulfed the surroundings.