Did Allen not realize this was a misunderstanding?
Of course he did.
The moment he saw the little fox, he instantly understood—this was one hell of a misunderstanding.
If he brought the little fox out right now, everything would be cleared up immediately.
The doubts would vanish.
So would the charges against him.
But—why should he?
They had rushed in shouting about killing and capturing him, then dragged in a whole group of professors as cover, storming over to arrest him—
And now he was supposed to obediently go back with them?
What a joke.
He had no intention of detaining anyone, but there was no way he'd let them walk away this easily either.
If he didn't give them a proper lesson, they'd really start thinking he was some easy bully.
Since you're so capable, why don't you try running away yourself first?
You're so good at escaping—why not let the people you called in experience it for themselves?
Although the woman's strength was undeniably terrifying, Allen was certain of one thing—
She had no official ties to the academy.
If she did, why would she personally invade school grounds just to arrest him?
Considering that near-irresistible charm magic of hers, Allen concluded she must have controlled the headmaster, secretly altered Ministry orders, and fabricated the arrest warrant altogether.
If you're playing games like this, how about I expose the trick right now?
Sure enough, the moment Allen voiced his deduction, most of the wizards present turned their heads almost simultaneously.
Judging by his analysis, this arrest was riddled with problems.
Given the Ministry's universally acknowledged inefficiency, how could an arrest warrant possibly appear immediately after a fight?
Not to mention that no official document had been presented at all—it was all based solely on the headmaster's word.
Every sign pointed to the same conclusion: the headmaster of Japan's magic school had likely been placed under the Imperius Curse.
As the surrounding wizards turned to look at him under Allen's reasoning, the Japanese headmaster let out a bitter smile.
"Everyone, that scenario is entirely implausible… but I suppose my words won't convince you anymore."
He shook his head and spoke to the black-clad figure beside him.
"My apologies, my lord. It seems you'll have to reveal yourself personally."
With barely restrained anger, the black-robed figure tore away the covering over her head, revealing a face Allen found painfully familiar—
A face so stunning it was almost unreal.
Now deathly pale, with several distinct wounds across her cheeks, it made one instinctively sigh at who could have been so cruel to mar such beauty.
Yet even those scars failed to diminish her looks—instead, they stirred an urge to protect her.
There was no doubt about it.
Those injuries were Allen's doing.
Hey, a fight's a fight. He never deliberately aimed for the face—but in such an intense battle, it wasn't like he could shield the opponent's cheeks for her.
Good.
Let's see how you play this.
If one charm spell could make all these professors fight for her, Allen would admit defeat on the spot.
But if she really tried something like that—Dumbledore would definitely intervene.
What happened next, however, completely shattered expectations.
Though many didn't recognize the woman, several elderly professors became visibly excited, repeatedly addressing her as "my lady."
Their eyes burned with fury, as though they wanted to tear Allen apart on the spot.
Spurred on by these senior professors, hostile gazes quickly converged on Allen—
And intensified rapidly.
Though the scene was chaotic and hard to hear clearly, one thing was obvious:
Allen had already been judged guilty.
The wizard who had spoken with him earlier now looked as though he wanted to grind his teeth to dust.
"You despicable fraud! You heartless murderer!
Today is your end—I don't care if I break the law, I'll drag you straight to hell myself!!!"
Damn it.
I messed up.
You had connections here—then why the hell did you barge in personally?!
You almost attacked innocent people too!!!
Realizing he'd completely overplayed his hand, Allen had no intention of fighting one-versus-many and then explaining things.
If he really flattened everyone here, Dumbledore would be forced to act whether he wanted to or not.
Fine.
I'll just run over, bring the little fox back, and explain everything before the crowd scatters.
You damn scammer, Hiyori—
I'm eating crow stewed with mushrooms tonight!!!
Cursing inwardly, Allen formed a hand sign.
Several vines shot out instantly, binding the nearest wizards.
"Sorry—just holding you up for a moment. I'll bring that glutton over shortly."
And then—speak of the devil.
Just as Allen was about to make his escape, the little fox appeared out of nowhere.
The instant Allen raised a wind barrier, she slipped behind him, circling his legs and acting coquettish.
In that same moment, the furious woman vanished in a surge of magic.
She reappeared in front of the incoming spells, positioning herself between them and Allen's wind shield.
With a sweep of her hands and a roaring surge of air, all the attacking magic was forcibly halted.
She didn't quite trust Allen's wind wall and intervened by force—
The price was a mouthful of blood sprayed into the air.
Seeing her aunt injured, the little fox—who had been begging for food just moments ago—bristled instantly.
Allen clearly saw five illusory tails manifest behind her.
Foxfire ignited atop each tail and blasted toward the attackers.
The spell's power rivaled that of a fully qualified Auror.
If Allen's vines hadn't blocked the attack for those completely unguarded wizards, they'd already be on their way to St. Mungo's.
Even so, several robes were burned to tatters—
Especially the Ilvermorny professor who had been hoisted earlier.
Freed from the vines, his robe obediently surrendered to gravity and slid down over his face.
Uh… little fox.
Those are your allies.
But convinced she had wiped out the enemy, the little fox was instead extremely pleased.
After circling her aunt a few times to confirm she was unharmed, she ran around Allen again, wearing a very clear "See? I'm amazing!" expression.
…Auntie, is this really your niece?
Allen desperately wanted to ask that question.
But seeing the woman's face full of relief, he held it back.
Forget it.
This whole family's insane. Better to avoid them than provoke them.
Regaining her composure, the woman pulled the little fox into her arms, her expression filled with doting affection.
The murderous glare she'd aimed at Allen earlier had vanished completely.
After a long while, she lifted the fox up and inspected her closely.
"You little brat! Do you have any idea how worried your aunt was?!"
As the fox whimpered softly, the two began communicating rapidly in a language Allen couldn't understand at all.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield—
The Ilvermorny headmaster's expression was nothing short of artistic.
His voice trembled with rage.
"Outrageous! This is absolute madness!!!"••┈┈┈┈┈༓┈┈┈┈┈•••
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