Chương 393: Yet another duel...?

Once Michael and Savos were back in the College they weren't greeted with the sounds of quiet serenity or studious lectures however, instead, someone was rapidly banging on the doors to the Arch-Mage's quarters, indeed, it sounded as if they'd been going for a while...

"No rest for the weary..." Savos sighs as he dexterously tosses Shalidor's Trinket onto a nearby shelf before making his way over to the door. "Yes?" he asks as he opens it, revealing a slightly sweaty-looking Saya...

"Did you need something Apprentice?" Savos asks, but Saya surprisingly just looks past him and at Michael with a worried frown.

"Michael, Megumin's gone nuts and challenged the Thalmor guy to a duel!" Saya exclaims, causing both him and the Arch-Mage to pause.

"SHE DID WHAT!?" he erupts, his voice cracking slightly as he screams.

"We can't waste any more time! The duel is going to start at any moment! D-did I forget to mention that Megumin's drunk!?"

...

Savos wets his lips as he considers the situation, "I imagine that she was the one who initiated the duel?"

...

Saya nods, "She was... I heard that she stumble into him and announced her magical superiority to his face... I don't know if that's true, but if she wasn't drunk I'd beat that stupid girl!"

"Then, there is nothing we can do but observe. The rule about duels in the College are as harsh as they are ancient. Even with your friend's inebriated state, a duel is a duel..." the Arch-Mage solemnly says.

"Well, fuck the rules, I'm gonna go beat that piece of shit elf to death!" he growls while marching towards the doors.

"I would advise you to stay your hand, Apprentice... The situation with the Thalmor is already tenuous at best, interfering in a duel for one of their member's honour would only worsen it. Regardless if someone was challenging a girl one-hundred-year his junior... While inebriated."

Unfortunately for the Arch-Mage, his words only make Michael's mood worse, the fact that Ancano was a hundred or so years old and still accepted a challenge from a drunk fifteen-year-old Megumin nearly sent him into a flying rage.

"I'm going to kill him." he seethes, finally exiting the Arch-Mage's quarters via the stairs. Not the ones descending below however, instead, climbing to the roof so he could reach the duelling area faster.

Saya and the Arch-Mage quickly descend, electing to take the proper route.

Michael steps out onto the Arch-Mage's roof that towered above the others, quickly spotting a circle of people observing an already ongoing duel between Megumin and Ancano... It looked just as bad as he thought too... With Megumin in no state to walk down some stairs, let alone enter combat... "Piece of shit." he breathes, getting ready to finally deal with Ancano like the pest he is.

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Earlier :

Megumin wasn't really sure what was going on, one moment she was lying in bed, the next she was standing with the room spinning and churning around her... Her legs refused to stay under her despite all of her efforts, and even with how nauseously disorientating this all was, she couldn't help but to find it all so funny.

"Oooh, I feel like I'm trapped in the stomach of a Twisting Terror...? No, a Tilting Terror? Hhehe, maybe it's called both?" she murmurs to herself as she somehow stumbles out of the door of her room and through the Hall of Attainment.

Some people stop to greet her but Megumin was forced to ignore them, for fear of accidentally vomiting on their shoes. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts, she couldn't avoid everyone.

*Thud*

She ends up headbutting a tall person wearing black robes in the chest, she looks up and finds herself staring into the arrogant and dismissive eyes of that Thalmor guy... "Oh, hi Mr... Tanco?" she questions, her memory fuzzy on this guy in imparticular.

"Girl, you will apologise for laying your stinking skin on me, before I do something we'll both regret... Hm, actually, only you'll end up regretting it." he callously remarks, noting the girl's drunken state.

"Stinking!? You're the stinking one! You look like a-a bad banana, and... you smell like the gross slime you find under alchemy tables!" Megumin retorts, her posture continually shifting as she struggles to stay upright.

"And you smell like the spillage of a brewery, girl. Begone before I find a reason to harm you." he sneers, attempting to walk past... Only for Megumin to accidentally stumble into his way... Three times in a row.

"GIRL! You are really trying my patience! Begone or face my wrath!" he growls, attempting to push past one last time.

*BLLLAARRGH!*

The contestant movement is the last straw for the girl as she unloads her stomach onto Ancano's shoes, covering them in half-digested alcohol and stomach acid. Ooh, that's gonna stain.

"YOU! I'LL DESTROY YOU GIRL!" he almost shrieks as magic appears in his hands, ready to attack the girl who'd just defiled his favourite footwear.

Megumin wipes her mouth and hiccups as she looks at him, tilting her head slightly, "You want-want to use magic against me!? I-... Am the best Wizard in the world! An Arch-Wizzzard! I... Am Megumin! C-Crimson catastrophe that wields the greatest of magics!"

Ancano scowls, his anger fading as mock-plan manifests in his mind, "Is that so!? Then, would the 'Great Arch-Wizard' be too scared to duel!?"

Megumin sniffs at him as if he was dogshit she'd just stepped in, "You want to duel the great A-Arch-Wizard!? FINE! Let's duel! I'll duel you so hard!" she exclaims, attracting the attention of some passing Apprentices.

Ancano hides his smirk, "Oh? You want to duel me? Then you've put me in an odd spot!... I accept! I will defend my honour against you, girl." he announces, "We'll duel now on the roof!"

"FFFFINE!" Megumin slurs before blinking a couple times at the fact that she'd left her staff in her room.