Zeeta and the Wizarding World
To Answer the Hope of the Witch of Hope

On a snowy land far south of Aurora, upon a plan devised by Marcus, the captain of the Crescent Void, the, Mintia and Novalius were heading to what Mintia considered to be the settlement of— or which groups gathered in one place. Meanwhile, Marcus himself is being baited by Phantasmals similar to the Giant. Both of them created magic robes that could disguise themselves with piles of snow, also erasing traces of mana. This idea came from Mintia.

“We have managed to outwit the Phantasmals, but... what is the amount of snow?! Moving is hard!” novalius. His legs trembled only to try to fight against the already sober pile of snow.

Mintia was silent for a while while looking at her snow. Then he realized that something was strange. “Gawat,” he said, which was welcomed unfavorably by Novalius.

“What?”

“They've trapped us!”

“What do you mean?!”

“Enable magic in your eyes, then look at your twelve o'clock.”

According to Mintia's orders, Novalius saw it. A giant glass dome camouflaged by snow. “That's ‘kumpulan’ you felt before?”

“Yes. And in my opinion, we've been feted—not—we're indeed trapped here, by this snow. Try again moving your feet.”

Slowly, Novalius's countenance turned frantic. The snow had sunk his feet into his thighs and prevented him from moving. “One-time problem. Why don't we realize it? The snow moves fast too. Whoever's behind this snow ... really wants to wipe us out, yeah.?”

“You're right and we're under-prepared. To be sure, we can't just shut up.”

“Send me. We just have to get out of this trap, ‘kan? If after that we fly, will it be a problem too?”

“I think it's best to use teleportation. Can?”

“Sorry, but I'm not Her Highness Zeeta!”

“Good. I have another way. Anyway, let go first.”

“Ready! In that case, I will show you the hereditary magic of the Dormant family!”

‘BWOAM!'

The explosion where Novalius threw snow around them— showed the condition of his legs and Mintia had frozen. Mintia was already half body, while Novalius was already half thigh. So did the fate of the rapier Novalius and his hangers. Fortunately, the handle can still be grasped. Thus, after gripping it tightly, a red aura coated his blade which then instantly melted the ice.

Then, he grasped the rapier with both hands right in front of his face. He closed his eyes to focus. The previous red aura turned orange red. Shortly after, there were six plain sword blades without handles. The sword was not an ordinary blade, but its six glowed the same as its rapier. After that, each of the three of the six blades....

‘SLASH!’

His six swords slashed through the legs of Mintia and Novalius—which only crushed his ice into pieces. It did not stop there, Novalius became a horse. His left hand raised his head high, then bent as much as thirty degrees of his elbow. Then, the right hand that holds his rapier, also he lifts shoulder height—will do the stabbing movement. The left leg he retreated and bent half, while the right leg remained upright.

“Mintia, let me guess what other way you'll use. It must be a plant, ‘kan?” ask Novalius.

Mintia grinning. “Ho ho, great too.”

“So, it doesn't matter if I do this, ‘kan?”

“Just make it up to threaten. Okay?”

“Ready!” Novalius grinned.

Not long after, the grin of Novalius vanished— turned serious. His eyes were also staring at his twelve o'clock. The burst of aura was absorbed again into his body, which after that was followed by the increase of mana Novalius. He recalled the teachings of Zeeta sometime in the previous three years.

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“I have fought one-on-one with you to know for yourself your abilities and potential,” said Zeeta, in front of the Crescent Void who was lined up horizontally. They're in Alexandrita's yard. “I heard, your selection as Crescent Void, Luna took part. Is that true?”

“That's right, Your Majesty!” answer the Crescent Void together loudly, simultaneously.

“Then, did he train you guys? If so, I want answers from you one-on-one, what he has trained.”

Zeeta got the answer. Starting from Marcus, to Colette, who crawled up with a struggle to enter as a member of the Crescent Void.

“Hmm," Zeeta replied, after hearing all the answers. Crossing his hands, he continued his words. "Let me say one thing. GOOD ENOUGH!”

His words shocked all of the Crescent Void.

“Danny. You've been trained twice by Luna. First about your fire attribute, then practice for mana enhancement. To be honest, if you could only use holy weapons, you should be able to surpass a Baron— even close to the Count. Even so, I don't see any sign of that from you.

“Your clothes are too hasty, your mind is often not focused.— makes your imagination so often collapse. Remember, Danny. Our battlefield is very dangerous.”

Danny can only bow, but in his mind, “Where can I seriously fight you .. the person I am.”.

“A-I will try again.”

“Good answer. Kunanti.

“Gerda. Next you. The way you balance and use mana is incredible. Your idea of creating plant magic also exceeded my expectations. But, refine how you decide to attack. You need something that will greatly destroy your opponent—rather than just ‘binding it' alone.”

“Me-destroying?” ask Gerda.

“Yes.

“Binding the opponent's leg then banging many times to the ground, throwing it into the sky and then hitting it hard back on the ground, trapping it in the ground to make it impossible to breathe.

“So far, those are the three attack patterns you have behind your pocket. I admit, the attack was indeed quite good, but ..it will have no effect on the opponent we will fight. In my opinion, there will be an opponent even harder to beat than Lucy.”

“If you allow me, Your Majesty, what kind of attack do you want.?”.

Zeeta grinning. “Hah! Stupid question. You think I'll answer that, Rough Girl?”

“HAH?! What did you say?!” Gerda went straight up.

“Use those explosive emotions to find your own answers, Gerda.”

Zeeta continued his teaching. He was now standing before Mellynda.

“Mellynda von Ophenlis IX. Rivalku!” the end of his sentence made Mellynda stumble. Also with the other Crescent Void members.

“A-ap-ap-what did you say..?” Mellynda.

“What is that ice crystal attack?! Distance, attack power, and how you cornered me. I was really surprised! You can even create dozens of magic circles in a single swing of a hand!

“Beauty for the times we can fight together!” at the end of his sentence Zeeta clasped Mellynda's left shoulder, accompanied by a wide smile.

The other Crescent Void members responded to Mellynda's success to chase after Zeeta with a smile. They are happy.

Eyes glazed. “Hold your words! I'm also looking forward to the time we can do it!” he finally shed tears.

“Ya, of course!”

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Colette. Now is the turn.

“Samantha Colette's. The first time we met was at the Evergreen festival. Do you remember?” ask Zeeta.

“Te-of course I remember it, Your Majesty!” colette answered nervously.

“Now, I will tell you the facts. Kausiap?”

Colette's breathing. “I'm ready!”

“Do not be too often to decide to point-one target. Doing that, faster spend mana. Moreover, if you have not been able to control well where nature.

“Your punch is deadly, you also have a martial foundation. I would even recommend you to practice directly under Ashley's teacher, but you won't be able to keep up.

“If.

“If you want to be stronger than you are now, teacher Ashley is your goal, but if not. You may lose a valuable person to you.”

“Good...”.

“Really! I don't understand how the main nobles and Luna can find people like you!”

“Te-thank you, Your Highness.”

Zeeta walks over to Marcus. “Captain,” he said, “I've known you for a long time, but what was that magic?”

Marcus replies to Zeeta by painting a smile on his face first. “Water magic only, Princess. Water magic.”

“Well, his name is Captain, it should be your ability like that. Keep it until the next exercise.”

“Thank you, Princess. I'll do.”

Briefest. That's all Zeeta said to Marcus. No complaints, no advice. This one-on-one exercise is done without witnesses, so the question is for the other members, what Marcus is like against Zeeta.

Novalius. At last. He was the last man.

“Threats, deceit, fatal attacks, brutality, not spared also sharpness. That's what you showed me. Your sword-like manner reminds me of Mr. Willmurd, but even so, I rarely have the chance to see his serious action either.

“Novalius. You're terrific. Beyond my guess. The enemy can indeed be defeated with all that, but there is one less than you. Name is determination.”

“Te-determination... Your Eminence..?!”

Zeeta frowning. “What? You want to say you already have the determination?”

“Y-yah! Of course I have! Otherwise, I wouldn't have made it this far!”

“Lantas, what is your determination?”

“Same as my grandfather ... protect this kingdom, Your Majesty!”

“Really? I don't feel that determination from all your attacks. All I felt, was that he wanted to kill, also won.”

Novalius speaks a thousand languages.

“I understand that you admire Mr. Willmurd, but, I am not happy that people's resolve seems to be painted so easily without understanding the true meaning of that determination—even if that person is his own grandson.

“You're strong. You have talent. You have self-respect. You also have a dream that you want to achieve. All the magic you use in your sword has that aura.

“Understand first what it means to protect the real one, then fight me again. If you fail, I will punish Dormant.”

“Do-Dormant...? B-but, this is my problem, Your Majesty, my family no hubu—“

“Then don't disappoint me!

"Beauty your results, Novalius..”.

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“If Her Highness Zeeta doesn't press me like that.... I can't stand with them. Therefore ... I will answer the wishes of the Witch of Hope firmly with my new technique!”