Chapter 99: Chapter 85: Holy Light Maiden vs. Mermaid Princess 3

Spreading the scroll across the desk, Lynch sat down behind it, picked up a quill, dipped it in ink, and began scribbling on the Communication Scroll.

The letter was for his mentor, Annabella.

First, he reported the full story behind the incident of the goblins abducting the young women and requested reinforcements.

It couldn’t be helped.

He could manage to clear out a Bloodfang camp on his own.

But he absolutely refused to investigate the subsequent events concerning Blood Eye on his own.

’Are you kidding me? Who knows how deep the conspiracies behind that mysterious Blood Eye run?’

’After all, capturing a hundred young women is no small matter. It could very well involve some kind of evil ritual.’

Therefore, without support from the academy, this was as far as the mission could go.

Furthermore, he also wanted to ask his mentor to help him redeem the points for clearing out the Bloodfang camp.

In fact, this mission had been posted in the Mission Hall for a long time.

However, the Bloodfang camp was far too powerful for apprentices, so the mission had been left untouched. Now that he had happened to complete it, he naturally had to claim the reward.

While he was at it, Lynch also reported his training progress. He said he’d had a fortunate encounter—a real stroke of dog-shit luck—and had suddenly broken through to become a Tier One Mage. He asked his mentor to help him trade for some Spell Learning Scrolls and materials, and to have the reinforcements bring them over.

In short, to make this Communication Scroll worth its cost of several Gold Coins, Lynch crammed everything he could write, should write, and wanted to write into it, filling nearly the entire scroll with dense text.

After he finished writing, he checked it over to make sure nothing was missing.

Only then did Lynch pick up the scroll and activate it by injecting a trace of Mana.

The scroll instantly burst into flames without any wind, turning into a small pile of faintly glowing ashes. Then, the ashes completely dissipated into the air.

There were no earth-shattering magical light effects, but Lynch knew that far away in the Hurst Royal Extraordinary Academy, inside his mentor Annabella’s private Magic Mailbox, a Magic Letter from him should have just appeared.

After finishing the letter, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

After hastily washing up, he collapsed onto his bed and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

He slept so soundly that he had no idea how long it had been. When he woke up and looked at the sky, he realized it was already noon.

After getting out of bed and briefly washing up, he found that the two women from the Fishing Port on duty had already prepared lunch.

Lunch consisted of fresh grilled fish, a thick soup of shellfish and mushrooms, and rock-hard black bread. Although simple, its strength lay in the freshness of the ingredients.

Lynch ate slowly and deliberately. Feeling most of his energy restored, he strolled back to the study, his eyes immediately drawn to a mailbox on the corner of the desk.

It was a metal mailbox, rather plain in appearance, with only a few simple Magic Runes inscribed on its surface.

This was a Magic Mailbox he had brought from the academy, capable of receiving only Magic Letters bound to specific beacons.

For example, his mentor’s, the three girls’, his senior’s... and so on.

At that moment, the surface of the mailbox was shimmering with an extremely faint white halo.

’A reply so soon?’ Lynch was a bit surprised. He stepped forward and opened the mailbox to find a letter lying inside.

He took it out and unfolded it, only to find the contents were infuriatingly brief, consisting of just two words: "Await me."

Lynch: "..."

The corner of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

’Mentor, you really are a woman of few words, aren’t you...’

’A letter still costs several Gold Coins! Couldn’t you have written a few more words? At least tell me if you’ve handled things, when you’ll arrive, or what you might be bringing!’

But complaints aside, those two words, "Await me," showed that his mentor took this matter very seriously and would be coming personally.

’That’s good, too. With my mentor here to take charge, I’ll have some real support.’

In the afternoon, Lynch returned to his usual routine, performing his daily Meditation to consolidate the Tier One Spiritual Power he had just broken through to.

Before he knew it, the sun was setting in the west, and the evening sea breeze blew a slight chill into the Fishing Port.

「Outside the Fishing Port.」

The Bone Shadow and Squirrel Skeletons responsible for monitoring the vicinity suddenly transmitted some images through their shared vision.

In Silver Bay, a group of mounts galloped toward them, their backs to the setting sun as they kicked up sand and gravel.

Leading the group was an Undead Warhorse, its four hooves ablaze with Glowing Green Nether Fire. Seated on its back was a graceful figure in a black Mage Robe—none other than his mentor, Annabella.

And following behind her on three ordinary steeds were three young women Lynch knew quite well: Avril, Ophelia, and Lilith.

The trio of girls—warrior, priest, and mage—were all there.

"Uh..."

When Lynch received the reply, he’d guessed his mentor might come personally, but he never expected her to be so fast. What he expected even less was... ’Why did she bring these three along?’

He straightened his robes and hurried out to greet them.

「At the entrance to the Fishing Port.」

His mentor and the three girls dismounted together.

"Mentor," Lynch said, hurrying forward to bow respectfully.

"Mm," Annabella acknowledged, her gaze sweeping over Lynch. She seemed to notice the qualitative change in his Spiritual Power, and after a flash of surprise in her eyes, she nodded in satisfaction. "Let’s talk inside."

Avril and the other two, meanwhile, respectfully called out to Lynch, "Greetings, Senior."

Even though they had long known that Lynch was in the same year as them, they had no intention of changing how they addressed him.

"Welcome, welcome."

Although Lynch was saying "welcome," he was secretly wondering, ’Why did Mentor bring them here?’