Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Hand Over All Your Curses

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[Why are you so obsessed with feeding people?]

After eating with Haring, Kraush heard Crimson Garden’s usual nagging.

‘Is it because I’ve seen people die of starvation?’

Having witnessed several deaths by hunger, Kraush valued meals greatly.

No matter what, food was essential.

“So, Astria treated me?”

“Yes, I heard the Saintess visited.”

During their meal, Kraush learned from Haring that Astria had treated him.

No wonder he felt so refreshed.

It was Astria’s doing.

He should thank her when they next meet.

“What do you plan to do with the poison research?”

“Do you roughly know what kind of power I use?”Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

When Kraush asked, Haring looked at him.

“A curse.”

As expected, that’s how it appeared to Haring.

In reality, it was worse, but Kraush didn’t deny it.

“Yes, I want to use poison and curses to create something. The Red Tiger Packet from last time was useful, right?”

“...Seems like you’re planning something extreme.”

Haring looked at Kraush with worry.

Since the mission, she had grown closer to him.

Seeing her brother in him, she no longer saw Kraush as a stranger.

She now understood how reckless his actions were.

And that he had been fighting like this for a long time.

“Kraush, you’re going to destroy your body at this rate.”

Haring was sincere.

If this continued, his body wouldn’t last.

“The human body is tougher than you think.”

Kraush smiled casually, as if speaking from experience.

“And there are worse worlds where your body doesn’t even matter.”

Haring couldn’t grasp the meaning behind those words.

But she knew she couldn’t stop Kraush.

Someone who threw himself into his actions this much wouldn’t stop because of advice.

She knew this well, having clutched a dagger even when her hand was torn after her brother’s death.

The scar still remained on her hand.

Though it could be covered, it couldn’t be erased.

Knowing this, Haring looked at Kraush.

‘What on earth happened to you?’

Kraush’s casual smile captured her attention.

His smile hid a distant past that bound him.

What was his goal, driven to become endlessly stronger through even curses?

Though she couldn’t fully understand, Haring reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

Surprised by her own impulsive action, she didn’t let go when their eyes met.

“Then at least let me help so you get hurt less.”

Hearing her, Kraush blinked.

He understood that after triggering her trauma, Haring had developed an attachment to him.

Her hand holding his sleeve trembled slightly, fearing he might leave.

‘...As long as it doesn’t lead to anything bad, it should be fine for now.’

This was a matter he’d have to resolve eventually.

Kraush didn’t want a Skyborne Generation that relied solely on him.

He wanted a generation that could soar high on their own, following him.

“If you’re willing to help, I have no objections.”

It wasn’t something he could solve immediately.

So Kraush decided to slowly address Haring’s issue.

[Hero and his women.]

At this point, denying it felt pointless.

***

Kraush and Haring then headed to the Special Arts building.

The person Kraush sought was Darling Danphelion.

A future master of alchemy, specializing in curses.

“Hmm, you’re trying to create something interesting.”

After Kraush shared his rough plan, Darling showed interest.

Already researching curses, Darling naturally found it intriguing.

“Basically, it’s an elixir combining poison and curses?”

Similarly, first-year students who completed their six months would either train or attend classes when not on missions.

Class attendance was voluntary, but students couldn’t neglect these classes.

There were mid-term evaluations in the classes.

Class evaluations directly impacted their standing in the student units.

To score well in the evaluations, they couldn’t skip classes.

So unless they had valid reasons like medical leave.

Students participated in training and classes after missions.

Today’s Special Arts class was on curses.

Curses were a crucial subject in combating World Erosion.

Directly linked to one’s survival.

Thus, many students who chose Special Arts as their sub-major attended the curse class.

While students chatted before class.

Creak—

The door opened, and someone walked in.

With dark blue hair and fierce eyes.

A hair color known to anyone attending Rahelrn Academy.

‘Kraush Balheim.’

‘Is he here for the curse class?’

The students watched Kraush with interest.

Since joining the academy, Kraush had been like a storm.

Starting with defeating Associate Professor Kairan and becoming the top student in the Martial Arts class.

He made a significant impact on his first mission.

Defeating a World Erosion being and even taking down a 7-star Erosion Species with a single strike.

The rumors spread among the students.

Combined with previous rumors before he joined the academy.

He became the most prominent figure at Rahelrn Academy.

Everywhere he went, he drew the students’ attention.

Despite the mixed emotions in those gazes.

Kraush remained confident.

As if he didn’t care about their evaluations.

He appeared indifferent, yet also arrogantly confident like Charlotte.

“Quite popular.”

A red-haired man peeked over Kraush’s shoulder.

It was Aslan.

Seeing the attention on Kraush as he entered the classroom, Aslan smiled softly.

Kraush glared at Aslan disapprovingly.

“You followed me in on purpose.”

“It’s good when a friend becomes a point of pride.”

“Don’t use me as a shield to avoid attention.”

Aslan’s striking appearance naturally drew attention.

But with Kraush around, it was different, so Aslan often used him as a shield.

Aslan still felt uncomfortable with public attention.

Kraush scanned the classroom.

Many first-year students were absent as not all units had returned.

But the person he sought was easy to spot.

Sitting at the front of the curse class, staring at him until their eyes met and then quickly looking away.

With slumped shoulders, a fragile impression.

Fluffy, unkempt light-colored hair like an unmanaged puppy.

A small frame reminiscent of a child.

A perpetually blushing face.

One of the twelve disciples of the world’s top curse master Veltoa Lacroix.

A member of the Skyborne Generation who introduced Kraush to Veltoa Lacroix.

Curse Master Dorma Lacroix.

She was the target Kraush aimed for this time.

He needed to get curses from her to create the new enhancement elixir.

And it might be easier than expected.

Kraush knew her gaze had lingered on him since the entrance ceremony.

‘Can a curse master ignore someone who seems cursed?’

Just as a bird can’t ignore a mill.

A curse-obsessed master wouldn’t pass up such an opportunity.

She was currently under Sigrid’s influence.

Before Kraush became a curse bearer, Dorma was the most useful curse master.

With an eerie smile, Kraush thought.

Sorry, but stealing is what I do best.

‘Sigrid, I’ll leave you without any curse masters.’

Let’s see how you fare in a world of curses.