Magic Academy Mayhem: A Class Full of Maniacs - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Cynthia tried to summon magical flames for light, but her magic had been sealed again.

At the same time, dense specks of elemental light suddenly appeared in the pitch-black space and surged madly into her body.

Cynthia was currently only at First Order Two Stars. The amount of Magic Element her Soul Sea could contain was limited to begin with.

But even after those Magic Element particles filled her Soul Sea to bursting, they showed no sign of stopping. Instead, they only forced their way in even more violently.

The elements pressed tighter and tighter. It felt as if her soul were about to burst, and the tearing pain made even breathing difficult.

There was nothing around her. After the intense agony came a wave of dizziness so violent it felt as if the world were spinning.

Her internal organs seemed to churn endlessly. Cynthia broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and her body lost all strength as she collapsed to the ground.

After the tearing sensation came a nausea like being drunk and carsick, wanting to vomit but unable to bring anything up.

At first, she could still see faint motes of light, but gradually, all that remained before Cynthia’s eyes was a dead, silent black.

Her teammates’ voices came from around her-stifled groans of pain.

Cynthia knelt on the pitch-black ground, bent over, and coughed up the blood that kept surging into her throat.

Just as the pain was about to drive her into unconsciousness, the elements ignored every obstruction and began flooding into every blood vessel in her body.

Under that indescribable stabbing pain, Cynthia’s vision went dark, and her consciousness sank into a faint…

–

“Xiya, Xiya…”

“My condolences.”

Cynthia woke to the sound of voices calling her name. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a funeral hall, with a coffin placed in the center.

What was going on? Why was she here?

Cynthia tried to think back, only to realize she could not remember what had happened before.

She lifted her head and looked around. Guests dressed in black mourning clothes stood on both sides of the hall.

She herself was wearing mourning clothes as well, and at that moment, she was kneeling in the center of the funeral hall.

Probably because she had been kneeling for too long, her knees burned with pain.

And in the framed portrait set inside the hall was a black-and-white memorial photograph of her master.

Her body felt unbearably heavy, as if a boulder were pressing down on it. Cynthia raised a hand and rubbed her aching temples.

The funeral…

Right. Her master had died in a car accident. Today was his funeral…

What was wrong with her? How had she become so muddled?

The man beside her stepped forward and comforted her in a soft, gentle voice. “Xiya, don’t be sad. You still have us. From now on, Aunt Tang and I will be your guardians. We’ll always be with you.”

His voice was very mild, but for some reason, the moment Cynthia heard it, an uncontrollable, nameless fury rose inside her.

She glanced up at him. The instant she saw that refined yet hypocritical face, Cynthia’s muddled mind seemed to snap awake.

Politely, she asked, “You are my master’s adopted son, Zhen Weiren, correct?”

“Of course. Didn’t I tell you that before? How did you forget again?” Zhen Weiren gently patted her shoulder and said patiently, “Are you too tired? Do you want to go rest first? We still have to handle the immigration procedures tomorrow. Just leave everything else to me.”

“…Then this will be easy.”

Cynthia patted the dust off her clothes and rose leisurely to her feet.

Then, under everyone’s gaze, she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The crisp slap rang out at once, echoing through the hall and shocking the surrounding noise into a moment of frozen silence.