Troublemakers Of The Abyss 3.

“So when exactly do we get the chance to beat up those snobby mages from the capital—ahem—manners, I mean, when exactly do we get to contest against the Royal Mage Academy team?” Pale asked with a grin, while cracking his knuckles as a sharp pop echoed from his joints.

“If everything goes as planned, we’ll be fighting them in the next nine days,” the Dean replied.

“A message bird arrived from the Central Kingdom, informing us that a group of envoys will be arriving in the Northern Kingdom to make preparations for the tournament, but before that, they’re especially focused on addressing why we were excluded from the eight great academies chosen to participate.”

Some of the mages sucked their teeth in frustration—it felt too far away, the clash they had been waiting for, just then, the Dean whispered something to General Edward before flying off.

“The Dean had something urgent to handle, so I’ll be closing this meeting on his behalf,” Edward said.