23 Clashes with brother

Returning to the dean of the magic wing and the director, Ama'Lane handed over a form that indicated Trey's name and where he came from.

- So he's from the Jorial Empire, I wonder. Why did he have the form and not at the reception, did he answer? - Asked Suga Tin thoughtfully looking at the form and then at Trey who was waiting for his fight.

- As stufon Trey said, he forgot to give it to the reception when he arrived, I will talk to him if he passes all the tests. Ama'Layne said in an apologetic tone.

Hearing Ama'Layne's words, the headmaster nodded and returned the form to Ama'layne, which he had hidden in the ring. The issue was resolved so everyone shifted their gaze to other stufons, sometimes questions could be heard about different stufons coming from the troika.

While waiting for my fight, I started to get interested looks after Ama'lane left. I could only shake my head the more attention the more questions for me and I wanted to avoid that. Looking at the image on the fight screen, I noticed that my little sister had gone through her two fights and was expecting a third opponent. She was talented and probably surpassed anyone in terms of magic who was here.

Remembering my life in the castle, I began to understand that without talent you are nothing. Seeing how my emblem began to flash, I touched it and saw that my opponent was ready and it was necessary to go to the arena. Throwing all unnecessary thoughts out of my head, I went to my arena.

- Where is this half-breed? He was so scared that he decided not to enter the arena coward! - Approaching, I heard the familiar voice of my brother, he tried to demonstrate that he was sure of his victory, some girls in the stands even cast their glances at him.

Entering the arena, I saw Nreu who was standing with his back to me and shouting something, he was dressed in the uniform of magicians, a white shirt, black trousers, and a blue cape of a magician flaunted on his shoulder in his hands, he held a short sword, as I understand it, our father gave it to him because from the sword I felt fire magic.

- You still came miserable half-elf! Get on your knees and I will accept your defeat and let you go and you can leave the arena. - Nreu said in a haughty voice when he turned around and saw me, it was evident from him that he was confident in his victory.

Hearing his words, I could only shake my head, he, like a prince, was sure that everything was permissible for him and no one would dare to stand in his way, he was always like that. I was like that too but unlike him I knew sometimes you have to be simple to win.

- Are you deaf or dumb? I am Prince Nreu, I command the empire of Kray to kneel. - Shouted Nreu, losing his temper, many in the district were attracted by his cries, some professors looked at the deans and the director, asking with a look to interfere with them or not.

- You can be the prince of any empire and kingdom, but now you are on the territory of the academy where it does not mean anything. - I said looking at Nreu, I felt his magic begin to gather around him.

- You will regret my words Mudblood, I will send you to that hole from which you crawled out! Nreu yelled as he unleashed his magic on me.

I already wanted to dodge his attack but for some reason my legs did not move, I was scared? I saw the fire approaching me faster and faster. I already saw how he begins to touch and in the distance I saw the haughty face of Nreu.

And I thought, this is how my journey to the academy will end? Everything we planned with the dean will be ruined by my haughty brother? If so I should try to resist at least otherwise it's all pointless trying to raise the sword to strike at the spell I felt how heavy it became but I continued to raise it up and when it was raised the fire covered me.

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Discussing something among themselves, the deans and the director felt their emblems begin to pulsate. Only professors could communicate with them using the emblems of the academy. Without saying a word, everyone touched their emblems and heard a report that one of the stufons began to insult and hide behind his position in front of another stufon. It happened every year when arrogant and spoiled princes and princesses entered the academy, regardless of the race they represented, they were hammered into their heads from childhood that they were special and others were no more than their servants. With a sigh, they shifted their gaze to the arena that the professors were talking about and saw Nreu standing in front of Trey.

- He was unlucky with the opponent, be it another, perhaps he even won. - The director said, looking at the arena, his voice felt pity for one of the stufons, following his gaze, Ama'Lane and the dean of the wing of magic saw Trey, who stood paralyzed with fear when fire began to fly towards him.

- Maybe you're right, but talent is everything, maybe his past was just a miracle and he made him act haughty towards his opponent. - Shego'Lo said thoughtfully, looking at the arena, the fire continued to rage, absorbing the figure in the fire. The fire did not threaten to kill the stufon because the shield went off, but the feeling is still not pleasant.

The headmaster nodded at Shego'Lo's comment she was right they saw many talented mages and swordsmen become arrogant about their powers and not only lose tournaments but also lose their lives for it. Even as they looked away, the outcome was obvious to them, they heard the words of Ama'Layne.

- I usually agree with you Dean Shego'Lo but I think we'd better see what happens next I think stufon Tray might surprise us. Ama'Layne spoke in a calm voice without taking his eyes off the fire.

The Headmaster and Shego'Lo were surprised by Ama'Lane's words, he was not someone who believed in something impossible if it couldn't happen. Having silently reached an agreement, they began to look at the fire, and as it began to disappear, Nreu, confident in his victory, looked at the fire with a calm and haughty look, expecting to see Trey's wounded body.

When the fire covered me, I felt the heat, as if they were slowly roasting me, but I wanted to scream, but my mouth did not open. I knew that as soon as the fire touched the emblem, I would lose. Closing my eyes, I began to expect the shield to work, I lost, I had no options to dispel this spell.