Chapter 198: Best Scholar in Town

Chapter 198: Best Scholar in Town

Chapter 198 - Best Scholar in Town

Aryanne went through the stacks of reports: geological surveys, mana readings, death counts, beasts autopsies, wild scholars theories. She had spread the documents on her desk, hoping to get some inspiration. How did they all connect?

I should have gotten more feats. Why does she always have to be right

Every soldier made fun of Fate till they got stuck in an impossible job. Nothing made sense. The table aboard the zeppelin was too small for the papers. Now the clutter just irritated her.

She rearranged the papers into neat piles, her eyes skimmed through the information. If she excluded a mana oddity linked to the Ephemeral Realm, magical phenomena still followed their arcane rules.

How did high-grade beastsrelative to a Red-1 areaand the remains of an obscure civilization from the previous era fit together?

The command had been convinced the ruins attracted yellow beasts like a sirens song. It was possible marine and avian beasts reached the archipelago, but what about land-bound animals? Did they swim from the continent?

That silly idea was put to rest by the last zoological report. Among the carcasses recovered there were draconic variants and deep-sea horrors that hadn't been sighted in millennia on this side of the continent. The amount of funds wasted on such an obvious dead-end was infuriating.

Any reasonable person would realize Space Magic was involved, though it presented some inconsistencies. The mage corps couldnt find any signs of teleportation. Linking two locations created detectable ripples and left behind essence residue and spatial tears. Even a bunch of graduates out of an academy should have found something.

The beasts appearances pointed to the Vastaire sites with overwhelming evidence. She couldnt be wrong. It was the so-called mana experts who failed to find the shadow of a clue.

Brain-dead morons.

Ninety percent of the personnel here were failures or greenhorns, but they couldnt all be idiots, could they? Were the teleportations somehow concealed? Magic on that level was beyond yellow grade and exceedingly rare.

Aryanne realized her nails were leaving groves on the table. Pushing aside her vexation, she covered the damage beneath a stack of papers. With all the sites quarantined, it was just a matter of time till she found something. A lead to follow. The issue was if someone else recognized the potential in the catastrophe.

This investigation would make or sink her career. If the attacks continued escalating, the archipelago might face a massacre in the next few years. Failure to solve the situation would make her the scapegoat of her superiors, while success would net her a promotion. She knew that when she accepted, and also something else, the real prize: finding what was causing the beasts appearance and how to control it.

Yellow beasts were uncommon outside dense mana areas. The discovery of rare species would attract the interest of the upper brass on the continent and make her rise through the ranks faster than her mother. She could leave these gods-forsaken rocks with a promising career and a senior office on the continent.

May the Seven Moons shine thy light on my path.

She had never been pious, but she wasnt in the position to reject any help. Only failures and idiots waste time on prayers to justify their own incompetence, her mother would mock her. The gods rarely cared for the affairs of mortals, thankfully. It never ended well when the divine and earthly mingled.

Aryanne wouldn't refuse a little divine guidance, time and chances were slipping through her fingers. She needed results yesterday. So far, her best leads were the trail of deaths and an impertinent child who should have been slapped harder by his mother.

A quick knock dragged her back to the cramped cabin. Aryanne made sure her desk and appearance were in order before answering. Come in.

Sergeant Makyn gave a formal salute over his heart, leaning slightly to fit inside the room. Here to report as requested, maam. Cold professionalism, efficiency and no excuses.

His file warned that his last assignment had ended in catastrophic failure and high casualties. Someone must have had it out for him to demote him to a desk job in this archipelago. The details of the case were classified, leading to all sorts of wild speculations among the bored officials.

The past was irrelevant, and his misfortune was her luck. It won her one reliable subordinate, loyal for the helping hand she had extended when no one else would have. It was also a reminder of the price of failure.

I cant take the fall for this.

Captain Seryne waved him over. At rest, sergeant. Take a seat, no need for formalities.

The chair was too small for him, making the scene somewhat comical if one disregarded his glacial expression. His presence had made the paper pushers uneasy, giving no resistance when she poached him. Truly a bunch of morons.

There has been no progress from the teams investigating the sites. The escaping avian beast has been shot down Makyn summarized the expected news in a monotone voice. Valela Hightide was waiting in Kais cabin at his arrival. They talked for about eight minutes before she left, looking upset.

How did she find out so quickly?

The little demonspawn always nosed around where she didnt belong, getting her hands on all kinds of information and people. Another nuisance the command had saddled her with, as if she didnt have anything better to do than play nanny. Seryne had considered getting rid of her, but the girl sat in a web of political connections. Anything that happened to her would give them an excuse for more interference.

She unclenched her fists below the desk, voice cool. What do you think of the kid? Is he worth the effort of bringing him on board?

Its soon to say, maam.

Whats your personal impression? If time wasnt short, she would already have him arrested and confiscated his research. That backpack had been heavier than she predicted.

Looking to replace me already?

The newcomer didnt look like a threat to their friendship. He wasnt too old, but his blonde hairline was fighting a messy retreat. The yellow robe he wore was tight on his belly and the silver rings on his fingers had lousy enchantments to make them shinier.

Kai, this is Aldred Marlene, Makyn introduced. Hes one of the scholars working on the Vastaire ruins. Youll show him your research until we reach our destination. And hell update you on our progress.

They did mention something about work What a bummer.

Hi, Im looking forward to comparing notes, he extended his hand. Maybe this was what he needed for a breakthrough.

The intruder looked down his nose with undisguised disdain and ignored his greeting. A promising start then. A room on the barge had been reserved for them, the floorboards creaking under their steps. Makyn put down the backpack and stood guard by the entrance.

Show me what your father left you, boy. Aldred tapped his foot. He hadnt carried any books or papers with him. I dont have all day.

Yatei grant me patience.

He didnt need to like someone to work with them. He had been hired to do a job and had his professional pride to upholdeven if the pay was a scam.

We can start with my research, and then discuss what the Republic found.

There were two round tables and a few crates arranged together. Kai began unloading the books and folders from his bag. In the hurry to pack, the various sections got mixed together. He had to take out quite a few before he found what he needed.

These are my fathers journals on the language. He never got the chance to organize all his notes, so they are a bit messy. We should start

I can read on my own, boy. Aldred tried to shove him away, looking surprised when Kai didnt budge. They were both late Orange, but only one of them was keeping up exercise.

Well, I tried.

He went to sit beside Makyn. What? Im available if he needs anything.

The proclaimed scholar sneered. I wont. He browsed through the journals with the glow of a skill around him, squinting to make out Rellan writings.

See. Hes got this." Kai settled in for a long wait, using Mana Echo to copy his skills. The man had an orange profession, and it wasnt like he had anything better to do.

Aldred had two skills that enhanced his reading speed and memory of what he had read. There were probably more abilities at play, but Kai could only copy those that used mana. A couple hours later, he tested the new echoes on one of his journals.

These might actually be useful.

Whats that book youre reading? Aldred demanded with nervous sweat on his forehead. Your father must have written a paper with his findings.

Kai gave up his read with a sigh. I told you he didnt get the time to do that. Everything I have is where you can see it. Most of the organized summaries he made were in his ring to conveniently check them when he needed them.

Why dont you let Kai explain to you what he knows? Makyn proposed, though his usual cold tone didnt lend itself well to diplomacy.

Are you a scholar too now? Aldred pointed his finger, a shade of purple growing from his neck. I've got everything under control and dont need to get anything explained by a country boy! Its a lot of material to parse and I cant focus if the boy keeps distracting me.

Kai gave Makyn an I told you so look and patted his shoulder. Im sure hes got this handled.

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Several hours later, Kai walked on the deck with two new skill echoes in mind. He stretched his limbs in the dying sun. It had been an enjoyable time after he removed himself from the situation. Just the occasional innocent remark to stoke the flames. He didnt have to do much really.

The more Makyn insisted he helped, the more worked up and irascible Aldred got. It had quickly degenerated into a one-way shouting match, with the scholar questioning the grunts intelligence and demanding to talk with his superior.

It has been a while since I saw a good soap opera. I really thought he would punch him in the end, but he only marched out. Maybe next time.

Beyond the near shore, trees had been cut down to make space for the Republics camp of operations. He had been told the ruins were just beyond a ridge in the nearby jungle.

The first barge was unloading while theirs closed in on shore. He had underestimated the scale of the operation. There were dozens of box-like buildings and tents in a military grid. Squads patrolled the area or helped carry crates off the boat.

Kai did a double take and squinted at the figure on shore that looked strangely familiar.