< 48. Conclusion >
#48
I had no idea what the hell was going on. Butterfly Rose opened his mouth as he looked at Dolan lying on the floor.
“First…arrest this person.”
“Arrested… you mean? “Where are you going… wow.”
The guards surrounding Dolan hesitated. His condition was like meat that had been cut open to allow the seasoning to penetrate evenly. Only Ronan who had already felt nauseous had other thoughts.
‘As expected a storm sword. It’s not finished yet but it’s so powerful.’
I was originally skeptical about Aurors but recently my thoughts have changed. He wanted to quickly become an auror. If something like a storm sword or anything works against giants it might really be worth fighting.
‘To do that we have to first lift the damn curse.’
First of all you had to know how to feel and manipulate mana to become something. Naturally my thoughts went to Haeju. At that time Dolan coughed as if he was about to die.
“Wow!”
“Hey! “You can’t let me die!”
Several panicked janitors ran to get the potion. Because he was wearing heavy armor his running speed was slow. Ronan said scratching his head.
“Damn it Sita. “Fix it just enough so it doesn’t fall apart.”
“Pyeolppa.”
A healing magic circle appeared before Sita’s eyes. Dolan was taken into custody barely alive. After the situation was resolved Nabirose dressed in pajamas stood in front of the two boys with her arms crossed.
“Explain what’s going on.”
“The clothes are terrible.”
“Shut up.”
Nabirose opened her eyes and glared at him. Ronan let out a subtle laugh. Her pajamas had a cute little snake picture embroidered on them like a pattern.
“The escort knight who worked at Grancia for four years betrayed me.”
Schlieffen who had adjusted his appearance explained the situation before and after. Guard knight Dolan’s betrayal a nighttime attack on the dormitory… Nabirose’s face stiffened when he heard the word Nebula Clazier.
“The situation is more serious than I thought.”
“yes. There is a good chance that this is not the end. “I think we should go back to the Grancia Mansion right now.”
“Let’s go. “I’ll tell the principal.”
Schlieffen immediately rode his horse and left for the Grancia estate. The sound of his horse’s hooves quickly receded. Ronan clicked her tongue as she watched Schlieffen’s back moving away.
“Tsk you shameless bastard. “You left without even saying thank you.”
“Because it is such an urgent situation. By the way I was thinking of getting Schlieffen involved. “Well done.”
“I didn’t want to seem suspicious.”
Ronan nodded her head. One word from Schlieffen would have a greater impact on the Duke of Grancia than a thousand words from himself. Ronan suddenly remembered an incident from his past life and smoothed her chin.
‘Anyway why did such a strong man die?’
If I remember correctly the duke died mysteriously a few years later. Pale Lord the sword of extreme cold disappeared at that time and was not discovered until just before the giants came down.
‘No to whom.’
It’s most likely Nebula Clazier. Of course there seemed to be no possibility of being murdered by someone like Dolan but what was scary was that we didn’t know how many more such people there would be.
If the guard knight who was guarding the Duke of Grancia was planted as a spy there were no doubt many liaisons planted elsewhere as well. Maybe even here in Phileon right now.
Ronan predicting a long war twisted his lips. Out of frustration his gaze fell on the sky and caught sight of smoke rising from the dormitory.
“…But where do I sleep now?”
He suddenly came to mind. The room was completely destroyed because of damn Dolan. I was wondering if I should go camping. Nabirose said indifferently.
“There was that problem. “Will you come to my accommodation first?”
“…yes?”
Ronan’s body stiffened. For a moment he thought everything had come true. However she took the form of a human not a snake.
“…Instructor’s room? Really?”
“Yes. There is enough space. Rather it is unnecessarily wide.”
I know. It must have been an act born of simple good intentions. But that doesn’t really matter.
Ronan instinctively glanced at Butterfly Rose and swallowed. I didn’t normally notice him but he was indeed from the South. Even under his baggy pajamas his assertiveness was clear.
This offer might not be a bad idea.
“If that’s the case…it’s shameless…”
Ronan was about to follow her giving her an expression that showed that she was truly shameless. Ugh! Suddenly the space in front of me flipped over and an old gentleman wearing a robe appeared.
“You had a hard time staying up late.”
“Hey what a surprise… Principal?”
“It’s been a while Ronan.”
What appeared in the overturned space was Phileon’s principal Krava Kratir. He said to Nabirose.
“I just heard that you were imprisoned in the dungeon. It seems like security needs to be strengthened even more. “I can’t believe something like this is happening in the dormitory where students live…”
“I think so too. “A little while ago Schlieffen departed for the Rue Grancia.”
“okay. I just checked. “I’m going to take you near the manor with a horse.”
The usual composure could not be seen on Kratir’s face. Just by looking at the mana flowing from his body you could tell the seriousness of the situation.
Kratir breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Mana Shield from the main magic building covering the entire site. He said looking at Ronan.
“…Still I put my mind at ease. Thanks to you and Mr. Schlieffen.”
“I was just annoyed because they suddenly invaded.”
“Hehe you always talk about big things as if they are no big deal. Now that I think about it I heard it by chance. “If you don’t have a place to sleep right now come with me today.”
“yes? No I already…”
“There is nothing to decline. “Let’s go.”
“Now wait!”
Kratir grabbed Ronan’s wrist. Before Ronan could say anything the space flipped over again. The sight of the two people suddenly disappeared. Nabirose who was standing blankly turned around and muttered.
“…It was a wild night.”
****
“The principal ruined everything.”
“hmm? “What does that mean?”
Ronan thought with empty eyes. Sleeping with a bronze-skinned beauty turned into a private affair with a century-old old man. It was a shame even though I knew nothing would have happened.
“Fuck…it’s nothing.”
If this old man hadn’t been a wizard who had reached the 8th circle he would have had his beard on fire. Ronan who had been looking around him opened his mouth.
“Where am I anyway?”
A clearing made of rocks spread out before Ronan’s eyes. It looked like the top of a tall rocky mountain but it certainly didn’t seem to be near an island. Kratir touched his beard and smiled.
“This is a place I often come to when I want to get some fresh air. “Isn’t the scenery really nice?”
“That’s good.”
Ronan nodded his head. He had no choice but to admit that it was a superb view.
Above his head was a sea of brilliant stars and below the steep cliffs was a sea of pure white clouds. The roaring wind was ruffling their hair.
“But it doesn’t seem like a good place to sleep.”
“I’m sorry. “I want to talk to you about something before I go to bed.”
“With me?”
“okay. First I should say thank you. “I understand that you played a decisive role in the Gran Cappadocia incident and the attack that took place today.”
Kratyr opened his mouth with his eyes focused on the sea of clouds. He expressed gratitude for saving the underground craftsmen and for bringing the organization called Nebula Clazie to the surface. About the dormitory attack that just happened today.
“Thank you so much. I am grateful to Vilese both as the principal of Phileon Academy and as the human Krava Kratir. “Thanks to your performance many things will change in the future.”
“I just did it because I could. Oh please tell Asher and Marya that you had a hard time later. Even to that poor bastard.”
“Hehe of course I will convey it properly.”
Kratir laughed softly. He looked proudly at the unprecedented freshman standing in front of him.
A feeling that fate had orchestrated this meeting. The emotions she had felt when she was a snotty child when Archmage Lorhorn asked her to become his disciple were blooming once again. Kratir who was silent for a moment continued speaking.
“But apart from that your face has been looking very worried lately. “Is there something you’re worried about?”
“Are you worried? Um…there is.”
“If it’s okay let me tell you. “Anything this old man can do to help he’ll help.”
“Umm….”
Ronan sighed. I was wondering if I could say this already. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Kratir but the shitty Dolan incident that had happened a while ago raised my awareness.
But if things continued this way nothing would change. Ronan soon made up his mind and looked at Kratir.
‘Mana is clean.’
I checked earlier but the unpleasant sparkle of Nebula Clazier was not detected in the mana flowing from his body. But that alone wasn’t enough. Ronan said looking Kratir in the eyes.
“Principal. Could you repeat what I say just once? “It’s very important.”
“Hmm? “I understand.”
“The arrival of the stars is a day to welcome starlight.”
“Is the arrival of the stars a day to welcome starlight?”
“Ahayute bastard.”
“Ahayute…bitch…kid…?”
Kratir followed his words with a puzzled expression. There were no signs that his head would swell or explode. Finally Ronan heaved a sigh of relief and began to talk.
“Very good Principal. “I am under a curse.”
“curse?”
Kratyr tilted his head. Judging by his reaction it seemed like he hadn’t heard from Secret. Ronan calmly explained the situation he was in. Kratyr’s eyes widened when he heard that he bore nine curses.
“Huh… something like that happened. “I guess that’s why I couldn’t handle mana.”
“yes. It’s a serious problem. I think once I know how to use mana I will be able to beat even Schlieffen on her toes.”
“I’m not sure about your toes but… you’re definitely the only one with talent that comes close to being the Empire’s Morning Star.”
“Thank you for noticing. So principal. “I want to ask you something.”
“I will do anything I can.”
Ronan grinned. In order to get things done properly I needed to talk to Kratir and it turned out to be a good thing. After clearing her voice once Ronan opened his mouth.
“I want to start a club.”
“club?”
“yes. However since this is a special club permission from the principal is required. “Professor Varen Panasir has decided to serve as the true advisor.”
“Baren that friend…? “What kind of club is it?”
Kratir asked back with interest. Ronan began to explain the plan he had made before he even entered Phileon. Kratir’s expression changed colorfully as he listened to the story.
“This… seems like it will cause quite a bit of controversy….”
“Will it be difficult?”
“No keep going. “That’s interesting.”
Two seas were flowing clearly overhead and at the feet. Until just before sunrise Ronan explained why he had to go through all sorts of dangerous remote areas in his school uniform with blood on his hands.
****
The next morning dawned. Even though it was still early Phileon’s main square was crowded with students. It was to see the scene in which the monster who attacked the Navardose coffin the day before was escorted to Rodolan.
-Puiyooooo!
A convoy pulled by a griffon was waiting in the main plaza of Phileon. Soon the crowd parted and Dolan appeared surrounded by guards.
He was missing his right arm and two fingers over his left eye and was wrapped in thick chains wearing the same rags he had worn the day before. Ronan who was watching the handover whistled.
“Dolan who will go to Lodolan. That sounds good. “Isn’t that right?”
“…”
“It will be fun if you go. Because a perverted old man named Karaka will love you. “I think Cirilla’s ears are almost gone already.”
Dolan just glared at Ronan and did not respond. Guards wearing bird-beak masks placed him in a vehicle. Just before the door closed Dolan’s mouth opened.
“…You don’t know anything.”
“ok? what?”
bang. The door was closed. The convoy took off immediately and disappeared into the sky. The students looked at the scene with a mixture of admiration and fear.
“It’s not a joke… I have to live a good life….”
“hey! “Quickly pick up the griffon feather!”
Ronan frowned and pondered Dolan’s words. You don’t know anything. What does that mean?
‘…I hope it’s just bullshit.’
Even after thinking about it I couldn’t come up with an answer right away. In any case in a few days interrogator Karaka would deliver the answers culled from the screams.
Ronan headed straight to Varen’s office. His steps were brisk perhaps because he had seen himself being taken away. He’s smart. When I knocked lightly on the door a familiar voice came from inside.
“Yes please come in.”
The Were Lion who could rip out a buffalo’s neck with his bare hands was making tea with his dream bird Marfez perched on his shoulder. Varen Panasir who made eye contact with Ronan smiled broadly.
“Oh student Ronan. How have you been? That’s good. “I was just getting off the car.”
“The car is fine. It’s time to keep your promise. Varen.”
“Promise… you mean?”
Varen tilted her head. Well quite a bit of time had passed so it was easy to forget about it.
Ronan smiled meaningfully and took out a piece of paper from his arms. Varen along with Marfez began to read the paper Ronan held out.
“Permission to create a club… special adventure club… advisor professor… Varen Panasir?”
-Phee?
[A group that provides additional training to gain practical experience through active external activities and to become talented individuals who contribute to the empire.]
That’s what was written in the ‘reason for founding the club’ under Kratir’s signature.
For now.
