Project Mage

Mystimona stood before the group. His piercing purple eyes scanned each member with curiosity. The headmaster's sinister grin remained. She seemed eager to see how this would play out.

Kintovar stepped forward, her lab coat flowing around. Her orange hair cascaded down her back, and her gaze met Mystimona's. She spoke with pride.

"Allow me to introduce myself," Kintovar began on a high note. "I am Dr. Kintovar, a scientist who created these beings you see before you. Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle are my creations, and they are here to fulfill a mission."

Mystimona's eyes narrowed with intrigue as he heard the name "Roselle." He thought to himself. ‘Roselle… how familiar..’

Kintovar continued, "Our mission is to overthrow the Magical Academy, an institution that has systematically killed people with little to no magical powers. It's a corrupt organization that needs to be dismantled, and we are determined to bring it down."

Mystimona couldn't help but be curious. She was unlike any person he had expected. The headmaster's maniacal laughter had led him to believe this would be a straightforward battle, but now, there was a layer of complexity he hadn't anticipated.

Mystimona's curiosity got the better of him, and he questioned, "The Magical Academy has its reasons for maintaining its control. What drives you to stand against it so vehemently?"

Kintovar's eyes bore into Mystimona’s. She responded. "The Magical Academy's reasons do not justify the countless lives it has taken. The eradication of those with little magical power is a grave injustice, and I refuse to stand idly by while such cruelty persists."

Haras, standing beside Kintovar, chimed in, "We believe in a world where everyone, regardless of their magical ability, should have a chance to live and thrive. The Magical Academy's actions go against everything we stand for."

Mystimona's gaze shifted between Kintovar and Haras, his curiosity piqued further. The name "Roselle" still echoed in his mind.

"Tell me more about Roselle," Mystimona demanded, his eyes locking onto Kintovar's. "Why is she so significant to your cause?"

Kintovar exchanged a knowing glance with Haras before deciding to reveal more about Roselle. She spoke with a sense of conviction, "Roselle is not just any creation; she is the key to our mission's success. She possesses unique abilities and potential that make her a formidable force against the Magical Academy's tyranny."

Haras added, "She's not just a weapon. She’s one of our lovely children who have developed her own thoughts and emotions, a combination of both magic and technology!"

Mystimona's interest deepened as he listened to their words. The name "Roselle" continued to nag at the corners of his memory, and he couldn't ignore the feeling that there was more to this story.

"Why does the name 'Roselle' sound so familiar to me?" Mystimona mused aloud, his eyes locked onto Kintovar's as if searching for answers.

Kintovar raised an eyebrow, her curiosity matching Mystimona's as she asked, "Does the name Roselle hold a significance for you? It's not a common name. I'm intrigued by your reaction."

Mystimona hesitated for a moment, a cloud of uncertainty passing over his features. Finally, he confessed, "I can't quite put my finger on it, but something about that name...it feels like a memory I can't quite reach."

"It's possible that you've heard the name before," Kintovar suggested. "Perhaps there's a reason it resonates with you.”

Suddenly, Roselle stepped forward. Her appearance was different from what Mystimona had expected. Her long, flowing yellow hair and innocent blue eyes were normal to them but something about her seemed altered. Yet, as their eyes met, a spark of recognition flickered in Mystimona's gaze, a feeling that defied logic.

"Roselle," Mystimona murmured, "I know I've seen your face somewhere before, but it doesn't make sense. Who are you?"

"I am Roselle, the creation of Dr. Kintovar and Dr. Haras. I don’t remember ever meeting you, Mystimona." Her words held no deception, only honesty.

Mystimona's genuine curiosity and unexpected approach had created a sense of wonder among the group. He straightened up from his conversation with Roselle with his eyes now shifting to Risebelle.

With the same curiosity he had shown to Roselle, Mystimona turned his attention to Risebelle. "And what about you? You must be.... Risebelle, right? What drives you in this mission, and what do you enjoy?"

Risebelle met Mystimona's gaze with a burning intensity in her eyes. "I hate humans," Risebelle declared without any hesitation. "I hate them for all the suffering they've caused, for the pain they've inflicted on me. I am sick of the human race and what they stand for. That's why I've eliminated so many mages, to rid the world of this garbage that’s infected it. "

Mystimona's remained surprisingly calm and composed as he listened to Risebelle's words. He didn't interrupt her, allowing her freedom to state her feelings and experiences.

Risebelle continued, her gaze unwavering, "But over time, things changed. I've learned to care about my sisters, about Kintovar and Haras … I may still hold my hatred, but it's not the only thing that drives me anymore."

Mystimona nodded in understanding, his eyes showing no judgment.

"It's clear that your journey has been marked by both pain and transformation," Mystimona acknowledged,” Life is rarely just black and white. Hatred may have given you strength, but something else is what gives you motivation other than your rage. It's a difficult path, but it's one worth walking."

While conversation continued between Mystimona and Risebelle, the headmaster's patience wore thin. Her initial excitement at Mystimona's arrival had given way to frustration. She could sense the potential for a shift in the dynamics of the battle, and she wasn't pleased with it.

With an irritated scowl, the headmaster couldn't contain her anger any longer. She barked, "Enough of this nonsense! Mystimona, we don't have time for idle chatter. Deal with them and be done with it!"

Mystimona turned to the headmaster with a cold, piercing glare. His purple eyes locked onto hers, and without saying a word, he silenced her with his intensity. The headmaster fell silent, her anger suppressed under the weight of Mystimona's gaze.

Without further hesitation, Mystimona moved on to Sybil, who had been watching the exchange with fear and awe. Her trembling body seemed to shrink even further as Mystimona approached.

He remained calm but carried an air of authority as he addressed Sybil, "And what about you? Sybil, was it? You're a mage, but your magic is considerably low What role do you play in all of this?"

Sybil swallowed her fear and mustered the courage to speak. "Y-yes, I'm Sybil. I...I used to be a student of the Magical Academy, but I left...because I couldn't bear to be part of an institution that sacrificed mages with low magic for their plans."

Mystimona's eyes remained focused on Sybil while she spoke. "I knew they would have executed me and my friend, Becky, because our magical powers were so low. So, we left, hoping to find help."

Sybil glanced over at Becky, who lay unconscious and recovering nearby. She knew that they had taken a significant risk coming to Kintovar, but it was a risk they were willing to take.

"Dr. Kintovar didn't kill us," Sybil added,"Instead, she gave us a purpose, a reason to keep fighting. We want to stop the Magical Academy and help the doctor get to the city, but...after that, I don't know what we'll do."

Mystimona listened intently to Sybil's story. He nodded slowly, acknowledging the difficult choices that she and Becky had faced.

"Leaving an institution like the Magical Academy takes courage," Mystimona said, "Your loyalty to Dr. Kintovar and your desire to make a difference speak volumes about you."

Inside the headmaster's mind, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirled. She had been confident that her abilities would allow her to control Mystimona, just as she had done with countless others in the past. Yet, something was amiss, and it gnawed at her like a persistent itch.

‘Why is he not obeying? I've used my magic to control countless minds without fail, and yet... he resists. This is not the first time it's happened. That's why I locked him away for so long.’

Inside her own mind, the headmaster wrestled with the unexpected defiance of Mystimona. She had thought that her prolonged efforts to control him had finally succeeded. Her anger and frustration simmered beneath the surface, hidden from the world.

As the headmaster contemplated the situation, a telepathic voice reached her, breaking through her thoughts. It was Elena, a presence she had sent back to the Magical Extractor.

‘Headmaster, it appears there's an issue with the connection to the Magical Extractor. You should have an unending supply of magical power, but it seems something is disrupting it. Are you alright?’

The headmaster's remained composed, but inside, her frustration boiled over. She had counted on the Magical Extractor to maintain her control over Mystimona and her powers, yet it was failing her.

‘This can't be happening! I need that magical power to maintain control, to secure my plans! What is going wrong?’

Before she could respond to Elena, a sudden interruption severed the telepathic link. It was an unexpected attack, and Elena's voice was replaced by another.

"Sword god Aliana?! Headmaster, Aliana's broken free of your aura pressure and found out what we've been up to!" the new voice exclaimed.

In the dimly lit passageway beneath the Magical Academy, Aliana's frosty blue robes billowed around her as she moved with calculated precision. Her icy sword gleamed in the dim light, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. She had just broken free from the headmaster's control.

Without hesitation, Aliana charged forward, her sword gleaming with frosty energy. The mages guarding the secret passage were taken by surprise as she swiftly slashed through their magical defenses and froze their movements with precision. Gaiza followed suit, replicating Aliana's Sword god blade with her water-style: water blade technique.

In the midst of the battle, Gaiza couldn't help but admire Aliana's skill. She fought with an elegance and precision that left no room for error

As the last of the mages fell to their combined onslaught, Aliana couldn't help but vent her frustration. "Idiots, all of you," she muttered under her breath.

Gaiza approached Aliana with concern, "Princess Aliana, are you alright?" she asked, though she knew the answer.

Aliana turned to Gaiza, her icy exterior softening for a moment. "I'm fine, Gaiza," she replied with a small smile. "Thanks to you, I'm free from the headmaster's control."

Gaiza couldn't help but blush at Aliana's words. She cleared her throat.

"It's my duty to assist you, Princess. Nothing more."

Aliana raised an eyebrow,

"You've done more for me than just your duty, Gaiza," she said softly, her pale blue hair cascading around her. "And I appreciate it."

Gaiza's heart fluttered at Aliana's words, but she regained her composure. She nodded and gestured down the corridor.

"We should keep moving, Princess. There's much to uncover about the headmaster's plans."

Aliana nodded,

Aliana and Gaiza pressed forward through the corridors of the Magical Academy. They were ready to uncover the truth behind the headmaster's plans. They knew there was much more to be revealed.

However, as they turned a corner, they were met with an unexpected obstacle. Standing before them was Elena, the headmaster's right-hand woman. She wore the standard mage uniform, but what stood out was the seal of approval from the headmaster prominently displayed on her attire. Her red hair framed her face like a blazing halo, and her piercing red eyes held an intensity that could kill if she had the power to do so.

Elena raised her hand, signaling for them to stop in their tracks. "That’s far enough, Sword God Aliana!" she commanded with authority

Aliana and Gaiza stopped in their tracks upon seeing her. Gaiza looked with worry while Aliana smirked. She tightened a grip around her sword and took up her stance. "Elena. Well, isn’t this going to be pleasant?”