Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy Chapter 1238: Sabrina

Upon hearing the Queen's name, numerous locals found themselves expressing their awe. She stood out as the perfect choice for leadership.

"I must witness this occasion firsthand!"

"I wish to behold her presence once more."

"What a privilege... I’m curious about the special gifts she bestows."

"Oh... Even a single glimpse monthly feels like a divine favor!"

Queen Sabrina had ruled for merely five months, but her leadership already resembled a wondrous phenomenon. Previously, she served as a mere concubine in the palace, ignored and undervalued. Then, a bizarre plague ravaged the royal court, taking the lives of the king, the queen, and fellow concubines, leaving the realm on the brink of ruin.

Whispers circulated of impending downfall, internal strife, and opportunists plotting to seize power.

Remarkably, Sabrina endured through it all.

The secret of her survival eluded everyone else who fell victim.

Details were hushed up, with the reality concealed under thick veils of confidentiality.

Right before chaos erupted into full civil unrest, the Queen took control of the situation...

Ultimately, the outcomes defined her legacy. Defying predictions, Sabrina achieved extraordinary feats.

During her governance, the Luminara Kingdom flourished beyond anyone’s wildest dreams.

Arcanists received unprecedented rights. Costs of provisions fell, levies decreased, and employment opportunities surged with building initiatives sprawling nationwide. Agriculture improved via magical implements handed out to rural areas. Offenses dropped sharply due to innovative statutes and impartial tribunals. The end of slavery stunned the elites yet won the hearts of ordinary folk.

Commerce boomed, urban areas grew, and optimism ignited like a blaze across the region.

Royal heirs, nobles, and envoys from abroad started offering marriage alliances.

Sabrina, however, stayed resolute. Her allegiance belonged solely to her realm, turning down unions or pacts driven by self-interest.

Such unwavering commitment amplified her enigmatic charm.

As Cici overheard tales in inns and public gatherings, she pondered composing a piece on Queen Sabrina.

The monarch’s ascent formed an epic narrative bound to enthrall audiences continent-wide. Yet she dismissed the idea with a shake of her head.

Venturing into that subject risked peril. Besides, her duty demanded attention on the tournament. The queen’s saga would hold for later.

***

The next two days flew by swiftly.

Come the dawn of the third day, Cici and her companions positioned themselves near the platform’s rim, observing a fresh airship touching down.

This craft displayed the emblem of the Ruri Kingdom.

Though it appeared less imposing than the majestic ships from Solstice or Millton, the Ruri Academy’s vessel demanded respect despite its unassuming size.

"Ruri Academy," Marra murmured, lifting her magical viewer. "They’ve arrived."

Cici jotted down observations, compelled to record the sequence of arrivals at this gathering.

Regardless, Ruri Academy represented the jewel of its modest nation, excelling in just three disciplines despite not covering all twelve paths: the Dark Arts, Elemental Arts, and Mystic Arts.

Shortly following their official check-in, details circulated rapidly. Each of the three Arcane Arts featured the anticipated trio of entrants... In essence, they fielded only nine pupils.

Nevertheless, their leading Dark Arts talent, Ken—a fifteen-year-old lad—wielded shadow incantations rivaling those from Vermont Academy...

Moreover, tales suggested he had already conquered the , a taboo Dark Art banned in many realms.

Their Elemental Arts genius, Syra, a fourteen-year-old lass who evoked fiery serpents, joined them. Onlookers attested she once unleashed a blazing tempest that devoured a whole practice field.

Their Mystic Arts champion, Owen, possessed striking silver gaze. Legends said he manipulated reality’s fabric, crafting deceptions so vivid that instructors labored to escape them.

Cici’s pen flew over the parchment, seizing every nuance.

"Though Ruri Academy is compact," Rynel grumbled, "that trio poses solid threats... I caught wind of them back in my Eustace City posting."

Just then, Marra clicked a shot, freezing the instant the Ruri group exited the enrollment hall...

Dressed in plain attire, their gazes blazed with resolve.

The plaza buzzed increasingly as vessels from remote lands continued docking. Journalists hustled, calling out identities, swapping gossip, and hurrying dispatches to their superiors.

Suddenly, silence enveloped the assembly.

Whom~

Looming from the skyline, an enormous craft neared... its flags showcasing Vale’s Shadow Country seal, accompanied by the Academy’s standard.

"Marshall Academy," Cici breathed, thrilled.

The institution arrived promptly, yet the sight still stirred her enthusiasm.

The airship settled gradually at the pier, towering over surrounding crafts...

Learners and educators arrayed on the prow, their forms outlined by the rising light.

Cici grinned, scarcely holding back her elation.

"Marra, get this shot. This defines the highlight."

Marra hoisted her enchanted device and captured the image.

Marshall Academy of Vale’s landing transcended a mere docking; it marked the pinnacle all anticipated...

Expectations swelled around this school. Beyond being recent, it sprang from an Immortal’s vision.

No rival institution could replicate such origins!

Additionally, nations recognized the Immortal Dragons, Immortal Vampire, Angels, Asura, and various Celestial Beings within its ranks!

Vale’s domain brimmed with untouchable entities.

Any attempt to undermine it required sly whispers or writings, never direct confrontation.

Yet, with the ominous-flagged airship’s approach, locals halted, straining to spot an Immortal’s form.

After all, such visions proved rare spectacles!

***

Meanwhile, aboard Marshall Academy’s airship, Vale’s Avatar found himself eyeing the royal fortress...

His senses warned of a lurking threat concealed there...

Despite deploying his Divine Sense and multiple incantations, nothing surfaced!

’Odd...’ Vale thought, shifting toward Issyl, his recent Dark Spirit.