Half-Blood Academy 3 Magic Fury an academy reverse harem fantasy romance - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,27
you see the action earlier? I cleaved a giant in half. That move isn’t easy to mimic and not for the fainthearted. I hope there’s a camera around the area and it caught the act. If so, any instructor is welcome to show it to the class.”
“To add more craziness to your name?” Marie asked.
She wouldn’t dare put crazy and me together in front of Héctor, even in teasing. The death demigod was super protective of me. He’d demanded his demigod cousins apologize to me when he thought their words didn’t please me.
If Esme hadn’t put a stop to it, he’d have thrown Demetra into the dungeon for throwing a few threats at me.
“Is this a military class or a women’s gossip club?” the instructor asked without humor.
“Simmer down, Murphy,” Marie said as she went to grab two wooden swords. That soldier was always effective. “You might as well get used to chaos whenever Marigold is in your class. Even though I ain’t a psychic, I assure you your class won’t go smoothly and won’t keep order, no matter how much you like everything to be in order.”
“Hey, Marie,” I called. “Whose side are you on?”
“This is my classroom,” Murphy said, darting his annoyed stare from Marie to me. “Marie, stand by. And you, initiate, you’ll learn your place and appropriate discipline.”
“You’ll parry with someone your level,” he continued, his unsympathetic gaze surveying the rest of the class. “Who’s willing to accept Marigold into their ranks and enjoy a three-way engarde?”
Both Nat and Yelena raised their wooden swords eagerly.
“Not you two,” the instructor said. “This isn’t a friend zone where the three of you can have a tea party. Anyone else?”
Silence.
Either I wasn’t popular or no one wanted to parry with crazy. Probably both.
I grinned at the instructor. “Looks like Marie has to step in unless you volunteer, Sir Murphy.”
Marie snickered.
The instructor gave me a hard look, then pointed at Demetra’s group. “You’ll join them.”
“What are the rules, sir?” Demetra asked.
“No damage that a healer can’t fix it,” Murphy said. “We’re forging tough soldiers here, not jokesters.”
Here we went again. He wanted to teach me a lesson, but this time I was ready.
I had a weapon. I was golden, even if it was a wooden sword.
Demetra grinned. “Yes, sir!”
I whistled and gestured at Marie.
She tossed a wooden sword at me. I leapt up, grabbed the hilt, and swaggered toward Demetra with the sword in my grip.
“I’d prefer a real sword,” I murmured.
“Let’s see what you’ve got, initiate,” Murphy said. “When you prove you can handle a wooden one, then you get to hold a real sword.”
Marie sighed, rubbing her temple. “This won’t go well.”
“Did I ask you to stop practicing?” Murphy barked at the rest of the students. “You lot are the worst. You have no discipline! Everyone will run twenty laps before dinner.”
A few groans sounded amid the clang of wooden swords crossing each other.
“One more moan from you bitches, you’ll be running forty laps,” Murphy said.
The groans ceased right away, and the crack of swords vehemently crossing picked up.
I approached Demetra and her parrying partner, a doe-eyed brunette named Patricia HR. Before I’d even raised my wooden sword, both girls charged me, one from the back, and the other from the front.
“You chicks are real charmers, big on manners,” I said as I dodged to the side at the last second, and the two girls nearly rammed their swords into each other’s guts. They halted just in time, bringing the tips of their swords downward.
Even as an initiate, an Olympian descendant wasn’t like an untrained human. The descendants were incredibly fast and strong and had great reflexes. If they were like first-year human students, they’d have impaled each other with their swords.
Yet it didn’t stop them from staring daggers at me.
I smirked at them pleasantly. “I thought this was a three-way, not a threesome.”
Demetra spat. “Don’t flatter yourself, slut. You might be the demigods’ newest toy, but they’ll dump you just like they’ve dumped every other tramp who’s opened her thighs. They’ll get tired of you sooner than you think. So it’s time you learn your place and admit you’re the trash of the Academy that needs to be taken out.”
She was lucky that Axel was still engaged in mental communication with the other demigods. They were briefing him and discussing their next moves. She was even luckier that Héctor wasn’t present to hear what she was saying. If he had heard that, her family’s money and Esme’s