Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor

Chapter 57: Visiting Instructor [1]

Chapter 57: Visiting Instructor [1]

League of Spirits was essentially a card-based strategy game. 

Each card was infused with the energy of a spirit, which allowed players to launch magic, depending on the amount of mana they had saved up during their turn.

The goal of the game was simple.

Reduce the opponent's "Spirit Core" to zero. 

Each player started with a set amount of core health, usually around 20 or 30 points, depending on the agreement.

The first to drop their opponent's core to zero would be declared the winner.

There were types of cards to be drawn at the start of each turn.

Cards could be able to summon Spirit Champions or Spell Cards depending on the card type.

Spirit Champions were powerful units that stayed in the field, allowing players to defend or attack.

Spell Cards on the other hand, allowed for many options to be used including spells that heal, destroy, and disrupt the enemy.

Silas Ainsley often enjoyed this game.

Whenever he had free time, he would often head to a LoS cafe to bet or test his skills.

"Ah, shit. I lost again…."

"Pay up," Silas said.

"Tsk."

The man scowled, digging into his pocket before slapping 50,000 Rend onto the table.

"Thanks."

There wasn't any grand reason for his gambling habit. He was an Ainsley, after all, a noble family of Earl rank. Money was the least of his worries.

He simply enjoyed the thrill of the game and figured he might as well make a little profit while he was at it.

As he stepped outside the cafe, he blankly stared at the sky and reached for it.

Clenching and unclenching his fist, he muttered, "....Cumulonimbus."

Of course, nothing happened.

Silas chuckled to himself, slipping his hands into his pocket. The sunlight spilled down, it was a good day for a walk..

One corner, then another. Buildings changed from lively to desolate. The further he walked, the quieter it became.

Hours passed and the air grew colder.

His path eventually brought him to a long, gray road lined with tall, narrow fences. 

The gates were rusted and creaked as they swayed slightly with the breeze. 

The sign hung high, but Silas didn't need to read it.