CH 112

Kidnapping case 6

Monet reacted to Julian’s voice and quickly moved away from Owen.

Then she glared squarely at Julian.

In response to Monet, Julian took one look at Owen and then.

“Oh dear, …that’s quite a beating you’ve taken.”

He muttered, followed by a look at Monet.

“I was suspicious, but …now I’m convinced you’re a —regressionist.”

Monet’s eyebrows twitched.

Julian took this as a signal of affirmation and continued.

“To the country …no, to the extremist groups who are antagonistic to magical supremacy.”

One of the largest domestic terrorist groups —regression terrorist group.

Julian says that Monet is one of them.

Regression means to return to the original state.

Their goal is to restore man to what he is.

A world where there is no discrimination based on magic and everyone is equal.

Regressionists are a group of criminals who threaten the state under the sweet pretense of equality.

“Do you have …evidence?”

“Of course there is… But what’s the use of asking that, if I say it’s black, it’s black.”

Julian is right, when House Alderath says is black, then it’s black even if it is white.

That’s how much power the dukes have.

Monet glared at Julian with the eyes of an abomination.

“The Dog of Alderath.”

She was aware that Julian was watching her.

Julian transferred from Waltz School to Central School during his junior year of middle school.

I would never change schools at this time of year unless I had to.

Besides, if you want to learn magic, the best choice is to go to Sanzar Academy.

Why did you come to Central School?

“You came to Central School to get me? That’s an enthusiastic approach.”

“Well, …you’re not the only one.”

“…So what are you going to do, restrain me with your signature Yin magic?”

“As much as I would love to…”

Julian looked at Owen, slurring his words.

Owen was silent the whole time, breathing roughly, as if he had no energy left to speak.

It’s no wonder he was torn to shreds by Monet.

“If we don’t help him, he’ll die, won’t he?”

Monet said, turning to look at Owen.

“If I leave him here to die, Natalie will hate me, and I’d rather not have that.”

Julian thought.

Let’s see what happens if we make a move to get Monet here.

He might be able to get her.

Because in the previous fight, Julian was able to defeat Monet without difficulty.

I doubt that Monet was serious at the time, but even including that, Julian is probably stronger.

But if he takes up too much time here, …Owen might die.

Julian recognized Owen’s ability in no small measure.

That’s why Julian didn’t expect for him to be beaten so badly by Monet.

That naive thinking has paid off to this day.

“I can’t help it. I’ll let it slide.”

To catch Monet and to save Owen.

Weighing them up, he concluded that the latter was more important.

“That’s a wise choice.”

Monet took one last look at Owen and turned on her heel.

Then she tries to run out of the forest using her physical enhancements.

“Mo …net! Don’t go…!”

She could hear Owen shouting with the last of his strength.

Monet suppressed the urge to turn around and started running.

Why would he want to be so involved with her?

Don’t go?

Please don’t put those flimsy words in my mouth.

What can a mere student do?

I’m disgusted by the heroic antics of a child who knows nothing.

When Monet asked for help, no one was there to help her.

And now you’re holding me back?

“Stop kidding me…”

She had already fallen into the darkness herself.

A deep darkness with no bottom in sight.

There’s no turning back for her.

As a result of her actions, she’s here now.

It was Monet who wanted the status quo.

So she’s not going to go backwards.

If the destination is an even deeper darkness, let’s fall as far as we can.

A crow cawing flew around Monet.

Then the crow perched on Monet’s shoulder and stared at her face.

Monet turned her gaze to the crow.

Monet opened her mouth as if to tell something beyond the crow’s eyes.

“I’m done here.”

Perhaps understanding Monet’s words, the crow flew away from her shoulder.

Then, after the crow was out of sight, Monet exhaled.

No one can see her now.

The moment she became aware of this, she suddenly felt like tears were about to spill over.

She bit her lip gingerly and suppressed her sentimental feelings.

You don’t deserve to cry to yourself.

No reason to cry.

The memories were all lies.

So even this moment is a lie.

Then you should be able to hope.

“Someone…”

The murmur of the girl disappeared into the silent forest.