Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Student Council Elections (6)

Purposely charging headfirst into the impossible is foolish. If its impossible to leap over the wall obstructing your view, then circling around or giving up are just a few of the countless alternatives. A wise and experienced person would seek out another method no matter what. Theres always a reason when the whole world deems something impossible.

* -Drip, drip.

Raindrops slide over the cabin roof, succumbing to their weight and falling to the ground. The girl, leaning against the outer wall, stares blankly at the sky before letting out a lazy yawn. Staring at the hem of the roof, her reason for sitting outside the cabin instead of going in is quite obviousshe is waiting for someone. Although she has no particular business with them, and even their meeting wouldnt be greeted with pleasure. Lucy Mayrill waited for Ed for no particular reason. Observing the house that shes supposed to protect, Lucy feels like a gatekeeper, though in reality, shes closer to an unwelcome guest; she, however, is oblivious to that fact. Wrapping her moist, frizzy white hair up under her witchs hat, she spends her time spaced out, feeling strangely content. Waiting, an act inherently linked with boredom for the lackadaisical Lucy, paradoxically settles into a comforting calm as she leans against the cabins outer wall, waiting for Ed. Perhaps it is because this campspace has a particularly special significance for Lucy. No matter how tumultuous and dramatic Eds life may be, it always circles back to this cabin at the camp. The thought isnt hard to picture. He would emerge plodding through the bushes, make sure the extinguished campfire and wooden reinforcements are secure with a few kicks, then gather the soaked laundry and move any rust-prone tools under the canopy. Then, after shaking the water from his clothes, hed approach the cabin, casually greet Lucy with a nod, and she would respond likewise. A fire would be set in the fireplace, a mana-lamp lit, and then he would sit at his desk and delve into his magic engineering books. And Lucy would cozily settle onto the bed with a blanket and drift into sleep to the sound of rain against the window and the fireplaces crackle, occasionally accompanied by the flipping of Eds book pages.

Tatatatatat!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, there was a rustle from beyond the thickets. There were signs of magic from more than one person. Lucy, who had been dazedly leaning against the wall, gave her nose an idle twitch. Visitors were rare at this deep forest camp, especially late at night, and under rainy conditions. If it wasnt Ed, then who could it be? Although curious, Lucy wasnt the type to ponder every detail. Regardless, unwelcome visitors to the camp were hardly pleasing. If they were welcomed by Ed, the camps owner, she wouldnt have bothered. However, there was no guarantee that someone hadnt snuck in during his absence. In fact, when Lucy was asleep in the wooden shelter, Assistant Professor Claire had crept in unnoticed and had tried to take advantage. Typically, Lucy disliked strangers, all the more so if they intruded into her sanctuary.

Hmm

It was unusual for Lucy, who was typically indifferent and lazy, to stir. Shaking her loosely fitting school uniform a few times, she flung herself into the rain.

Driving out unwanted intruders would do no harm. If Ed returned, hed appreciate it and pat her head gratefully; not a bad deal. Thus, she lightfootedly bounded towards the direction of the sound. She had covered a good hundred meters, an easily closable distance for Lucy.

There were two people beyond the bushes.

Guh, ack!

A burly middle-aged knight, drenched in blood, slumped in the thicket, holding another unconscious knight.

Ah

?

You you are!

Cadec and Nox, who had been subdued by Ed, had narrowly escaped from the coastal cliffs and were now fleeing back to the living quarters.

Unluckily, their route had taken them close to Eds camp.

The acrid smell of blood stung Lucys nose.

Help please! Im badly injured! I tripped rolling down the slope into the woods!

And my companion was mauled by wild animals! Please, at least get us back to the living quarters for medical support!

Lucy silently watched Nox. Although covered in scrapes, these were more akin to burns rather than bruises or scrapes. Clear signs of magical fire or explosion. This knight was lying to her. People in extreme situations dont usually go through the trouble of lying to seek help.

Thats when Lucy noticed the torn bit of Noxs robe with the eagle crest of the Rothtaylor family.

Rothtaylor.

Lucy murmured, making Nox swallow hard. Regaining his composure, Nox said firmly, I am Nox, a vassal of House Rothtaylor. We arent suspicious. We came here with permission, to aid Miss Tanya Rothtaylor.

If you help us, House Rothtaylor will compensate you appropriately. Please allow us to return to the living quarters.

Lucy immediately sensed that this was more trouble than it appeared. She typically disliked getting involved, but the Rothtaylor name tickled her ears. Ed once belonged to that very house. Although excommunicated and living a separate life now, Lucy, who believed herself to have a special bond with Ed, couldnt easily shake the name off.

While pondering Cadecs exposed neck caught her eye. The wound wasnt a typical animal attack. Around Cadec lingered faint water elemental magic, barely discernible, but clear to Lucys sensitive magic perception.

Neither knight appeared to have spirit affinity. The residual aura suggested a recent battle with a spirit mage. Her eyes then shifted to Noxs blood spatters. It wasnt a typical explosive magic wound. The blood had sprayed outward, as if from the front.

Vassals of House Rothtaylor, which excommunicated Ed.

Signs of battle with a spirit mage.

Blood spatters.

The unnaturalness of their presence at this place and time.

Finally, Lucys gaze fell upon a wound on Cadecs leg. Alongside magical residue, it bore the mark of a puncture woundperhaps from an arrow.

That realization sent a shiver down Lucys spine.

Whoosh!

With just a clenched fist, magic flowed through her body. Her advanced mana sensitivity allowed her to manipulate magic as part of her body.

Aaaargh!

Like being hoisted by the scruff of the neck, Nox was lifted into the air. Lucy, making her way through the rain, looked up at Nox inquisition.

Lucy!

Images of Tanya, who had been burning with vengeance for Ed, were etched in Lucys mind. It could have been dismissed as mere sibling rivalry, but Lucy, with her keen senses, could feel the sincerity in it to some extent. Tanyas power was insignificantly weak, and Ed himself seemed not to care much, so Lucy had left it unaddressed. It was natural for Lucy, who typically wouldnt involve herself if Ed didnt care.

But this was a clear overstep. She had never thought it would come to an assassination attempt, especially in such a clumsy and obvious manner. It was beyond a rash act; it was madness. All evidence pointed directly at Tanya Rothtaylor. Logically, Tanyas guardians wouldnt commit such an act without her consent, at least in Lucys view, not considering the influence of Crebin lurking in the background.

Lucy!

Ignoring Yenikas call, magic began swirling around Lucy.

Whooosh!

Yenika tried to grab Lucy quickly, but by the time she regained her senses, Lucy was already gone.

What?

Where the whirlwind passed, nothing remained. Neither Lucy nor Eds belongings were there. As the storm cleared and Yenika adjusted her robes hood, her unexpectedly calm demeanor greatly puzzled Professor Flurban.

Miss Yenika, whats this about?

We must chase after Lucy now! Before things escalate!

Boom!!

From above, Ophelius Hall, with its rose garden gently encased in an arch shape, stood out. Including the rooftop, the six-story building was vast, justifying its status as one of Sylvania Academys landmarks.

In that rose garden, two figures fell to the ground in the wide central plaza.

Clatter

Grgh cough, cough.

Restrained by Lucys magic, Cadec and Nox were downed. Cadec was still unconscious, but Nox remained aware amidst the rainy rose garden.

Looking up, one could see Ophelius Halls facade. Lucys room was on the third floor, next to Tanyas.

Lucy slammed a lower-level explosion spell, Blast Sound, into that window.

Boom!

An unexpected explosion. Although the manors defensive magic activated, it was trivial against Lucys power. One side of the room collapsed, and amidst the rising dust and pouring rain, Tanya was nowhere to be seen. Her absence was anticipated.

Lucy, with her expression still cold, looked up at Ophelius Hall.

What was that noise?!

Get the head maid! Somethings happening!

Is it an attack?! Should we run now?!

Panic echoed from the manors windows after the abrupt explosion. The buildings chief caretaker, Head Maid Belle Mayar, seeing Lucys figure, swallowed dryly.

In the rainy rose garden, in the central plaza visible from all the manors windows, stood a girl, deep in her witchs hat and clutching a worn mens school uniform coat, with an ethereal longbow floating beside her. Unseen beneath her hat, the girl faced the manor silently amidst the rain.

Miss Lucy? What exactly is?

Even as she spoke, Belle had a vague intuition. She had long cleaned up after Lucys messes. Despite living carelessly and indifferently, Lucy never crossed the line.

With her immense magical talent, she never abused her power against the maids or used it to oppress others. Thus, seeing Lucy launch an explosive spell at Ophelius Hall was shocking, but Belle Mayar, of all people, could be certain.

Calm, quiet, and composed, yet

Lucy had lost her reason.

The reason was unclear, but the aura flowing from beneath her witchs hat indicated that anything could happen next.

Belle halted the maids, who had drawn their rapiers, with a gesture.

Miss Lucy. What are you doing?

Amidst the rain, Lucy, pressing down on her hat, spoke softly.

Bring Tanya.

Magic flared again, and the two guardians were lifted into the air.

Ga, ack! Cough!

With Nox flailing in the air behind her, Lucy reiterated kindly.

Bring Tanya.