Magus Supremacy-Chapter 241: Fight for the kingdom!

"So much paperwork to do—darn it!"

Captain Amir's frustrated voice echoed through the confines of his office, nearly drowned out by the oppressive silence of responsibility.

A veritable mountain of parchment and folders loomed on his desk, like a beast daring him to conquer it.

His usually well-kept hair was now slightly disheveled, tufts sticking out as if rebelling against his long hours of work.

Faint bags rested under his bloodshot eyes, yet his hands moved with relentless discipline, shuffling through each document with the mechanical rhythm of a war veteran trapped in bureaucracy.

"It says here…" he muttered, lifting a report. "The elite squad repelled a border disturbance from Drakesville? That's impressive." He raised a brow, a flicker of pride crossing his weary face.

"I wonder how the other squads are even doing. Meanwhile, I'm rotting behind a desk. No missions. No battles. The other captains are hogging all the action!" He groaned, raking his fingers through his hair in exasperation as papers rustled around him.

"Oh?" He paused, eyes scanning another parchment. "Kael and Viktor cleared that unstable portal... and in record time. Of course—Kael was there." Amir let out a sigh, scribbling a note before setting it aside.

"At this rate, I'll need an assistant just to claw my way back to the field." He chuckled dryly—only for a pulsating blink from the clear crystal on his desk to snatch his attention.

He tapped it.

Lucian Everhart's face, principal of Lunaria Academy, shimmered into view within the crystal. His usual calm was nowhere to be seen; panic shadowed his expression.

"Amir, I need you in my office. Now. It's urgent."

"I'm swamped here," Amir grunted. "If this isn't as serious as you're making it sound, I swear—"

"It's serious. I promise. Just get here—quickly!" Lucian barked before the projection vanished and the crystal dimmed.

With a heavy sigh, Amir shoved back from his chair. "I don't get paid enough for this. Darn it!"

After several minutes weaving through the academy's winding halls, he stopped before a grand golden-arched door. He gave a light knock—and the door creaked open on its own.

"How convenient," he muttered, stepping inside.

The principal's office radiated prestige and power. Towering arched windows bathed the obsidian floor in golden rays of light.

Shelves of ancient, rune-etched tomes lined the walls, some scrolls softly glowing with residual enchantments.

At the center stood a majestic desk carved from enchanted mahogany, its surface etched with pulsing magical runes.

Above it hovered crystal lanterns, drifting in lazy circles and casting ethereal shadows. Behind the desk sat a regal chair of deep crimson velvet, commanding the space like a throne.

Floating above the desk was the shimmering emblem of Lunaria Academy, its magic gently humming like a heartbeat.

Lucian Everhart, cloaked in a sleek robe of midnight blue laced with golden embroidery, offered a small smile as Amir approached.

"Ah! Amir, welcome."

A chair materialized before the desk, and Amir plopped down with little ceremony.

"Alright, let's get to it. Like I said—I'm busy."

"You think I'm not?" Lucian said, chuckling lightly. "Being both an emperor's subordinate and an academy principal isn't exactly tea and biscuits. The political headaches alone…"

"And it's not easy being a Captain of three squads. I'm juggling three class years, elite squad assignments, and enough paperwork to choke a dragon," Amir shot back, slouching deeper into his seat.

"I suppose we're both buried alive," Lucian chuckled. "But jokes aside—the kingdom's in danger."

"Danger?" Amir's demeanor shifted instantly. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "What kind of danger?"

Lucian exhaled. "Our intel reports that Drakesville is mobilizing. Troops are marching toward the border. Our scouts spotted their banners already."

"Then send out the elite squad. What's this got to do with me?" Amir's tone was sharp, his patience thinning.

"That would be the obvious move as the elite squad could easily handle this… except it's not just troops. Two of Drakesville's generals are leading the charge—backed by five hundred seasoned mages."

Amir froze. "Two generals?! Why would they—?" His voice faltered, cold sweat forming at the back of his neck.

The Drakesville Kingdom—another magical powerhouse like Velzoria and Clover—was a militant nation governed by its emperor and five generals.

Each general was akin to a demigod in battle, their power feared across the continent. The five generals all had power equal to the emperor's subordinates of Velzoria kingdom.

Which means, each general were as strong as each principals of the four great academies.

For two to move together meant one thing—war.

"You see our problem," Lucian said grimly, his fingers steepled before him.

"What's the plan?" Amir asked, his voice low.

"They're nearing Goltas Village. And the emperor has issued his command."

"What did he say?"

Lucian leaned forward, eyes hard. "He wants to crush them. To show Drakesville the true might of Velzoria. But… he refuses to send his most powerful."

"What?" Amir barked. "Why the hell not?!"

"Because this is a test," Lucian replied, lips curling into a smirk. "He wants us to gather the strongest second and third-year students across our academies. Assemble a six-man squad. You'll lead them."

"What?! That's madness." Amir sprang to his feet. "How can a squad of six with me in the lead be able to win this battle alone?"

"And who says you are alone?"

Lucian asked, calm as ever. "The Wysteria squad is en route already.

And this is a royal decree. Complete the mission and we're rewarded by the Emperor himself. Fail…" His voice grew cold. "And we'll know firsthand how ruthless he can be."

Amir's throat dried.

'Crap! We can't afford to get on the emperor's bad side. Not when he could obliterate an academy with a flick of his hand…'

Lucian's voice interrupted his spiral. "So—do you have students in mind?"

"I do," Amir replied after a pause. "But I have one question."

"Ask."

"What's the emperor's real aim here? Why not just use the elite squad if it's victory he wants?"

Lucian grinned, eyes gleaming. "Because word has reached him that some of our intermediate and advanced students are prodigies.

What better way to test them than a battlefield? If they win, it sends a message—that even our non-elite squads are strong enough to defeat Drakesville's best."

"Which means…" Amir continued slowly, "...Drakesville will start wondering how terrifying our elite squad truly is."

"Exactly." Lucian sat back with satisfaction. "So get to it. Time's ticking."

—

"And that's why I'm here."

Amir stood before Grey and his team in Magnus Class, arms folded, voice heavy with purpose. "This mission comes from the Emperor himself. It's a fight—for our kingdom."