After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 213 - 89 Qiara Rudnev

To be honest, back in the day, Yila had been rembered by many ever since he entered the Pure White Tower... How should I put it, his resu was very legendary.

To put it simply... Before Yila entered the Pure White Tower, his first eruption of magical power killed Duke Caligula’s youngest son, directly leading to the exile of all his playmates.

Originally, Yila and his playmates were all going to be hanged, but the incident started because Caligula’s youngest son was trying to assault the daughter of another minor noble... And the thing happened in the Royal Capital, so the matter was handed over to the Judgent Institute.

In that place, Caligula’s influence couldn’t do much; his reach didn’t extend that far... Perhaps his personal prestige could have worked to have the still-a-child Yila executed.

But Caligula didn’t do that... He was a very indifferent person. Since his son had been caught doing sothing bad and brought sha to the Caligula family, it was normal for him to die.

So, the Judgent Institute exiled everyone except for Yila... His playmates took the bla for him, and his magical power eruption’s quality was high, plus a minor noble backed him firmly.

The latter two were more crucial... So, he ca to study.

On the first day of enrollnt, in front of a large crowd, he was humiliated by one of Caligula’s children, who was also a senior studying at the Pure White Tower... The ensuing process doesn’t need much ntion.

In short, three months later, Yila challenged that senior to a duel, and then very cleanly and decisively decapitated that senior within three seconds using the spell "Pure White Swift Blade·Blood."

Since then, Yila also began to enter the public eye.

After that, things got interesting. Caligula’s cronies, and their children, all began to duel with Yila due to interests exchanged outside the tower... But with the passing of ti, Yila beca increasingly strong.

In the end, he defeated the younger ones, then the older ones, and then the even older ones. It could be said... Yila’s na only beca fully renowned after nearly exterminating everyone in the Pure White Tower.

The nickna "Cruel Blood Witch" was also born at that ti.

*It sounded like a plot from a refreshing , but for Yila’s dreams, this was just a side episode... A story not worth recounting in full.*

"Senior, I heard you were expelled from the Empire?"

A cute girl wearing a wizard hat spoke, pressing down her hat as she adorably stuck out her pink little tongue and said, "Why not join us? My country may not be big, but we would surely treat you well."

Clearly, she was yet another young Empress... Who knew from which small country.

"What? Yila is already working in the Demon King Territory, isn’t he?"

A male speaker said, with a confident nod, "I’ve already heard about it. It’s because Yila fell in love with a demon disguised as a human, then eloped with them after their true identity was exposed."

In response, Yila shook his head with a deep sigh, clearly denying such rumors. He said, "That’s not the case at all. I was kicked out by so odd nobles... Not Caligula. Although he’s an asshole, he’s not an idiot."

Yila remarked as he sharply critiqued Duke Caligula’s political acun.

anwhile, Vera and Mobillas, obviously ignored by these mages, exchanged glances... They didn’t seem too concerned, or rather, enjoyed this mont of leisure, avoiding being gossiped about like Yila.

"By the way, Senior... I recently converted to the Blood Clan, and I have so questions for you."

One of the junior mages in a tailcoat said, looking notably conspicuous with an umbrella, and holding a piece of copied parchnt, asked, "I’ve read Yila Senior’s thesis many tis. The part you wrote about... the coagulation reaction, I don’t quite understand."

In the face of academic inquiries, the mages quickly quieted down, listening as the junior asked, "Mana participates in a special way, converting soluble fibrinogen into insoluble fibrin, accelerating and intensifying the reaction."

This part Yila indeed rembered writing in his thesis... It was his academic report used for evaluating his mage title, similar reports he had written many, so of which included combat techniques, and were listed by his ntor as must-read papers of the school.

"What’s the problem with this part?"

Yila asked.

And the junior Blood Mage demonstrated, with a light chant, transforming his own blood into a transparent crystalline blood sword... This was Yila’s improved spell "Pure White Swift Blade·Blood."

According to regulations, this spell should be nad "Yila Blood Swift Blade" or "Elkaras Blood Swift Blade," but Yila had clearly refused such naming.

"Senior, you wrote here... ’The essence of turning blood into a weapon is the sa as coagulation healing, with mana’s role turning blood into a blade instead of forming a mass.’"

"The amount of mana transported increases the weapon’s robustness and sharpness, but there is a threshold for mana transport; the more mana transported, the less effective it becos, making it infinitely close to the strength of the original Pure White Swift Blade but impossible to reach."

The junior Blood Mage said this, and as the surrounding mages quietly listened, he asked, "So, can I understand it as, if we reduced the involvent of blood in this process, or entirely discarded blood, using pure mana alone to construct Pure White Swift Blade would be better?"

"..."

"Indeed, so I never recomnd non-’Blood of the Thin Blood’ mages to learn Pure White Swift Blade·Blood."

Yila explained, "If it isn’t for that innate talent brought by this thin blood, my improved spell has no advantage over the original Pure White Swift Blade except for coagulation speed... It’s a spell intended for facilitating further study of other blood magic spells."

In other words, it was a "Practice Song."

"Hmm, I understand. Thanks for the explanation."

The junior Blood Mage nodded politely, and then others couldn’t hold back anymore, mages interested in blood magic began to ask questions one after another, "Yila, the spell ’Blood Rain,’ under dual chanting..."

"I have a question. If the consumption of blood..."

"By the way, Yila, in your essay ’Blood Creation’..."

One could say, these mages really lived up to their reputation. This group of truth seekers, who were just casually chatting about Yila-related gossip, now couldn’t help but start asking academic questions as soon as soone brought up a scholarly topic.

This was quite normal because Yila was probably the only one in the Pure White Tower who could answer questions related to blood magic... There wasn’t a dedicated school of blood mages within the Pure White Tower.

In the face of the noisy questions from everyone, Yila found himself almost overwheld, but at that mont, a slight cough helped him out of the situation.

"Cough, cough... Cough, cough... Is Yila back?"

With this voice, a path opened up among the crowd. Yila looked up at the continuously coughing woman with healthy tan skin, wearing a light magic robe, and hands full of rings.

"Cough, cough... Long ti no see."

To this woman’s words, Yila bowed his head slightly, adopting a very respectful posture... This was a rare sight, as even to kings, he seldom saluted like this.

But the woman before him was different... She had taught him, enabling him to grasp the ans to survive in this world.

"Long ti no see, ntor Qiara."