Chapter 79: Winter Ball (1)
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"Still, the situation is somewhat under control."
After Oliver collapsed and some time had passed, various professors, including Professor Cromwell and Professor McGuire, hurried into the academy.
They quickly took control, subduing the violent Oliver and apprehending Anton, who had been acting with him.
However, it didn't seem necessary to do so.
Oliver had already suffered such significant injuries that he was as good as dead.
And Anton was...
"Ah...Uh..."
His eyes were rolled back, and he was in a half-conscious state.
He was so broken down that he could not even hold a proper conversation.
Certainly, he was not in this state when I spoke to him.
But, looking at his severely wrecked state, I tilted my head.
How did he end up like that?
It was not the time to worry about this for now.
I had to get to the dormitory.
I suspect that these guys are behind the fire at the dormitory as well, and I had to protect the students.
However, the situation there was already over.
"Ah, Rudy Astria has arrived."
Borval greeted me as I arrived in front of the dormitory.
Beside him, Locke scowled as if he didn't like something.
"What happened?"
Professor Cromwell took the lead and asked Borval.
Then, Borval pointed to a corner with several professors watching.
In that corner, there were people tied up, unconscious.
Borval handed a pouch to the professors.
"It seems they used this magical tool to chase the students away."
Inside the pouch was a large bead.
It was a magical tool containing guidance magic.
Borval explained the situation while showing the bead.
To summarize, they had staged an incident to drive the students out of the dormitory.
They burned dry twigs to make it look like a fire had broken out.
Then they used this bead.
This bead induced the students to leave the dormitory.
Of course, the magic tool was not powerful enough to control the students at will.
It merely instilled the notion that they had to escape from here, and drove all the people who did not doubt it out of the dormitory.
This notion was more readily accepted because of the previous library fire.
However, Locke was skeptical of this and shook off the magic.
This magic can be easily dispelled with a single doubt, so it didn't work on Locke.
So, Locke was the first to go upstairs and start fighting with those mercenaries.
While he was fighting the mercenaries, Borval arrived and swept the rest away.
So that's why Locke was making that face...
He wore a sulky expression, like a wolf that had its food stolen.
Still, everyone relaxed, knowing the situation was completely under control.
However, there was just one person who frowned.
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"It's going to be chaotic for a while."
Predicting the troubles that would arise in the absence of the Vice-Principal and Principal, he let out a sigh.
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Raei Translations
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A few days after the academy attack incident.
At the heart of the empire, the Royal Palace.
Many people had gathered in the Royal Palace.
Among them, the one that stood out was Ian Astria.
These days, Perrian Astria, the head of the Astria family, had been absent.
Rumors circulated that he was gradually preparing for retirement and leaving all matters to his successor, Ian Astria.
And today.
Today was the day of the conference regarding the incident at the academy.
This was not a trivial meeting.
The academy was where the children of the nobles representing the empire were.
Jason stroked his chin at McDowell's words.
Once McDowell confirmed that no one else was around, he carefully opened his mouth.
"I've been tasked with overseeing someone involved with the Rebels, which has me quite concerned."
At this, Jason clapped his hands and responded.
"Ah, His Majesty the Emperor did mention something about it."
McDowell simply nodded.
The fact that McDowell was in charge of Yeniel was a secret known to almost no one other than the Emperor.
Anything related to the Rebels was a matter the Emperor was intently focused on.
So, it was the right decision to keep as much information as possible hidden.
The reason why they didn't explicitly inform Jason and used McDowell instead was also to hide these affairs.
Most nobles had an easy time tracking schedules, but McDowell's was difficult to discern and few paid it much attention.
Being the principal of the Academy always required a certain level of mystery.
For the safety of the Academy, his power and activities must remain unknown.
That way, no one would dare invade the Academy casually.
After a moment's laughter, Jason cautiously broke the silence.
"So...have you found a vice-principal yet?"
McDowell awkwardly smiled before replying,
"There is someone I have in mind."
"Oh, good to hear. Who is it?"
"Well, I can't be certain. The person in question might not accept."
"...They would decline the vice-principal's position?"
Jason questioned, his face showing confusion.
"Well, this friend is not too ambitious... and also..."
"And?"
McDowell scratched his head.
"His wife is rather strict, she might not allow it."
"...Hoho, I see. A caring wife, it seems."
"I suppose so."
"So who is the poor man? Do I know him?"
McDowell nodded.
"It's Cromwell, Charles Cromwell."
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Raei Translations
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In a dark space.
"Cough."
The death rattle of a man echoed.
And then, a cold voice rang out.
"Pathetic creature."
It was a beautiful voice.
However, it was difficult to consider it a pleasant voice as it was laced with hostility and sharpness.
"Just for failing to capture a single person, you're in such a state."
The man who voiced those words swept back his glossy black hair in what appeared to be annoyance, his brows furrowing.
"That one seems to have been quite a challenge."
The man with black hair dusted off the blood on his sword and took a seat.
Then he called out to someone nearby.
"Bring Yeniel. Fetch Yeniel for me."
"Y-Yeniel, sir? But Yeniel is currently on a mission at the academy..."
The man with black hair looked up, his gaze falling upon the one who answered.
"I-I'm sorry!!! Very sorry!!! I'll... I'll fetch her right away!!!"
With just one glance from the man, he quickly bowed his head in fear.
With a sigh of discontent, the black-haired man pulled a cigarette from his pocket.
After taking a puff, he opened his mouth.
"Go fetch her."
"Understood!!!"
The man responded loudly and ran out.
The black-haired man took another puff from his cigarette, gazing up at the ceiling.
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