Chapter 145

Chapter 145

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The heat of midsummer poured down toward the earth.

The scorching air and the lingering humidity were unbearable even for the climate-insensitive doppelganger.

It seems like this summer is even hotter.

The Hero got off at the magic train station.

The sunlight was strong, forcing him to shield his eyes as he looked around.

But not for long.

He shifted his halted steps.

The heat rising from the ground pierced through the soles of his boots, stinging his feet.

As befitting a school founded by the greatest mage in history, the interior of the Rosenstark building was magically designed to maintain pleasant temperatures even in this sweltering heat.

However, it was impossible to extend this comfort to the vast outdoor grounds.

Perhaps thats why, as the final exams were coming to an end.

Despite the students having time to relax and enjoy themselves, there was no one in the courtyard.

They were probably lounging in the lounge with connectors in hand.

But unfortunately, he had plans for today.

From the station to the library of memories, just about a five-minute walk away, the Hero hurriedly made his way.

And at that moment, he encountered someone he hadnt expected to see here.

Professor Labin?

On the other side, Professor Labin was walking towards him.

With an ageless, robust physique and a stern demeanor.

He too seemed to have spotted the Hero, his eyes slightly furrowing.

The Hero also narrowed his eyes.

Of course, for slightly different reasons.

In this weather, wearing a suit?

Labin was dressed in a sophisticated black suit.

It was a refined garment that exuded dignity and solemnity, but it felt overly formal for everyday wear.

It was suitable for important appointments or formal occasions.

However, the Hero knew there were no such grand events or gatherings at Rosenstark today.

Especially since there were no buildings nearby except for the library.

Are you on your way to browse your memories?

Sweat beads dripped down the old mans wrinkled face, but he only wiped them away with a handkerchief without taking off his coat.

After a very brief nod (which went unnoticed), Professor Labin walked past the Hero.

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A romantic and tragic person.

A romantic what?

I looked at Rosalyn, who was uttering epithets that didnt suit Labin at all.

She smiled as she dusted off the dust from the stack of books with a duster.

Oh, about 30 years ago. Mr. Labin began coming to the library every year to record his memories.

Mr. Labin Hawk to Rosalyn.

At times like this, he was reminded that she had been an ancient magical being since the beginning of Rosenstark.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

But about ten years ago, he stopped recording new memories altogether and just reminisces, thats the story.

That explanation will do.

Oh my, youre not even going to dig deeper, Ted?

There was a hint of suspicion.

A few months ago, Yussis step-sister was plotting to seize the position of headmaster.

He asked Nyhill to investigate the professors.

He had received various data, including Labins.

Rosalyns words were enough to bring back the forgotten contents.

Hmm.

Rosalyn seemed to lose interest in cleaning and sat down on the stack of books on the floor.

By the way, Ted. Youve already read all the memories, so why are you still here?

Recently, a few genuine memories had been unlocked with slight progress.

Though disturbing, thankfully they werent as horrific as the first one.

They were more like what I expected.

Memories of his days as a student, for example.

Memories with his comrades in the Dawn Knights.

Thanks to recalling those mundane memories, his comprehension had increased slightly.

Ted Redeemer: 63/100

Ted? Cant you hear me?

Why am I still here? Didnt you tell me to come find you anytime if I wanted to discuss future plans?

Hmm, do you need advice even with that great magician around?

That was the beginning of the incident.

Additional Comment:

Those who walk their own path

This comment held special meaning for me.

I am a doppelganger.

I have lived my entire life imitating the abilities of others.

But now I have my own path.

Is there originality at the end of replication?

The thought occurred to me during the season.

The accumulation and acquisition of experiences in unarmed combat, combat style, and beliefs, eventually culminating in a decisive move.

In other words, techniques imbued with each individuals life.

If I also have my own path, and the comment indicates that I have embarked on that path.

I might be able to develop my own seasonal cycle.

It was like a solution that came as a blessing in a drought, especially when it was difficult to make clear progress on the tasks.

I immediately began developing my own seasonal cycle.

But as expected, it wasnt easy.

Developing a seasonal cycle wasnt something that could be done quickly or easily.

It required facing the depths of ones self and constant reflection and contemplation.

Of course, holders of monstrous talents like Leciel could inherit the seasonal cycles of previous generations through bloodlines and early education, but that wasnt applicable to me.

It was a moment when the growth trend that had been steep since coming to Rosenstark reached a standstill.

Naturally, I couldnt help but feel impatient.

But even after hearing about these circumstances, Rosalyn was very calm.

Time will solve everything.

I was astonished by her words and retorted.

Your advice hasnt been very useful since last time.

But Rosalyn didnt get angry as before.

She just looked at me with her calm white eyes, filled with immense knowledge and inner peace.

Her gaze was one of observing and understanding the situation from a macroscopic perspective, like that of a life form that had lived for a long time.

She repeated her earlier words once again.

Youve put in enough effort, so time will solve everything.

Theres an old saying that goes, the more haste, the less speed, you know?

I wish I had the luxury to feel relieved by such words.

For a moment, Rosalyn fell silent as if pondering something, then she suddenly spoke out of the blue.

The festival is coming soon, isnt it?

Thats right?

This week marks the end of all final exams for all classes.

Next weeks weekdays will be filled with the festival, and summer vacation will begin right after the festival ends.

After such a densely packed time, its the first break for everyone. If there are any changes, theyll come then.

I tilted my head with a skeptical expression.

Well, well see if its really a break.

The festival is a major event.

Various events and competitions are prepared for the children who have been struggling through a curriculum akin to the military.

But where is the fundamental change?

Even those events and competitions are quite intense in their own right.

Just on Monday, the Battle Arenas intra-school preliminaries are scheduled.

A competition to select representatives by grade divided into combat and mystery divisions.

Students who win in the final round will earn the qualification to participate in the external match scheduled for the end of the year.

So theyll compete against students from other academies at the capital.

With huge prizes and artifacts at stake, it was clear that even the extreme disciples would surely participate.

Since theres nothing for the professors to do until the intra-school competition, itll definitely be a break for Ted too. Once we solve one more headache, that is.

Headache.

Someone I had forgotten about came to mind, and I frowned.

Come to think of it, there was one more place I needed to go despite this scorching heat.

Kadena.

The academys prison.

One of my students was imprisoned in a correctional facility that one couldnt even see until one graduated, unless one was a serious troublemaker.

For the crime of unauthorized entry and damage to property in the Library of Memories.

Rosalyn squinted playfully and said, as if teasing me.

You should go there soon. The visiting hours at Kadena are short.

I had already been thinking about it.

I got up from my seat.

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