Chapter 210

Chapter 210

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I had some expectations, you know.

Clink-

The sound of ice clinking inside glass cups.

Mutterings of a faint woman.

Intermittent sighs of an old man.

These were the small noises of the principals office.

Clack-

As Yussi swallowed expensive liquor like water, she seemed quite unhappy despite drinking more costly liquor than gold coins of the same weight.

She already seemed intoxicated, as a strong scent of alcohol emanated from her breath.

I had some expectations no, actually, quite a lot. Honestly, I thought he would give it to me.

She had repeated the same words quite a few times.

Simon, the butler standing beside her, looked at his master with a sorrowful gaze.

Moments with the old butler were the only times she truly revealed her inner thoughts.

Yussi chuckled and poured herself another glass.

In hindsight, its ridiculous.

Why is that?

The fact that the children set foot in the dangerous North because of my negligence Its my responsibility. Just the fact that punishment hasnt been imposed is fortunate, isnt it?

The Hero who killed the Demonic Church Leader found the medium of Severance in her embrace.

No matter how skilled a shapeshifter or a polymorph, one couldnt bear three blessings within one body.

He decided to pass it on to the children who would become the next generation of Heroes.

Of course, Yussi misunderstood that the Hero who reached the peak of swordsmanship didnt need Severance and thought he was giving it to someone else.

Anyway, the unchanging fact was that the Hero didnt choose her as the owner of Severance.

To stand on the battlefield with him again, the lifelong aspiration she held.

He must be aware of it

Sigh.

Yussi silently reached for the bottle again.

The old man snatched it away and poured himself a drink.

Glug-

Yussi absentmindedly chased the amber liquid filling his glass.

Simon couldnt bear it any longer and spoke up.

Arent you resentful towards the Hero?

The answer came quickly.

Impossible.

Why is that? The ladys dedication went unrewarded

No, Simon.

Even in her drunken state, Yussi spoke with precise pronunciation.

The Heros judgment is always right. He never makes mistakes.

And he always stands for justice.

Blessings are a crucial force for humanity.

The Hero doesnt choose the owner of such power out of personal reasons like being former comrades.

He didnt give it to her because he judged that the children could utilize it properly.

So, if anyone should resent, it should be oneself, for being pushed aside by mere freshmen.

Yussis eyes looked down as if in self-reproach.

I have heard, seen, and experienced that justice, and I have sworn to follow it for life.

Lady

So, I cannot question or resent his judgment.

As the old man remained silent, Yussis expression softened.

Clink-

She laughed again and picked up her glass.

Im just a little disappointed, thats all.

I see.

Both towards the Hero and towards myself.

Sighs and mutterings continued with a melancholic tone.

How can I even though Im doing my best still fall short of expectations?

Should I accept this as the end of my road? I hate the thought I still have more to run.

Clink-

Simon looked at the diminishing liquor in the glass at a rapid pace.

It had been almost four years since Yussi lost her arm and drifted to Rosenstark.

During that time, there were many nights filled with alcohol, and Simon could accurately gauge her masters tolerance.

Now.

Tap.

Simons wrinkled hand gently supported Yussis drooping head.

Please have a good dream.

The butlers sigh tousled his masters hair.

A rare bright smile, unseen lately except in dreams where she ran alongside the Hero on the battlefield, spread across her white face.

* * *

While the children were immersed in preparing for upcoming new training sessions, time flew by.

And then, a month later.

Finally, requests arrived for the mercenary groups stationed in Rosenstark.

After scrutinizing them closely, the professors selected and announced them to the students

Gerald unexpectedly spoke in a gentle tone.

Ban looked at Gerald with admiration.

He, who had refused to attend classes with his peers who were inferior in ability, had now become an adult who knew how to coax a client.

The client let out a relieved sigh and shrugged his shoulders.

Its a big problem. In such turbulent times, for the relic to be stolen by rogues

Haha, you can relax. Do you know who we are?

Well, Ive heard that students from Rosenstark are coming, but

The priests anxious gaze lingered on Bans composed face.

Those students seem to be newcomers.

Haha, Im a newcomer too.

Oh, I see, I see.

The priest tried desperately not to show his surprise.

Snap-

A vein popped on Geralds forehead.

Haha, whats the problem?

Well although Rosenstark students are certainly remarkable

Cain awkwardly tilted his head.

Its just that if theyre newcomers, wouldnt such a search mission be easy for them?

These kinds of retrieval missions couldnt be solved just by winging it.

They required a lot of skills like information gathering, tracking, and interrogation.

There are barely any belongings left, and now theyve entrusted us with this retrieval mission

With veteran mercenaries around, he already looked uneasy, but when the newcomers appeared, he seemed extremely anxious.

Gerald noticed this and casually extended his spear.

Heh, its not to stab you. Take a look here. Were not just ordinary newcomers.

Is that so?

Gerald shook the part of his spear where the sign of a Hero (damaged but received again after negotiations) was carved in front of the priest.

Ban tried to object.

Because if they failed the mission after boasting about the Heros name, it would tarnish the reputation of their teacher.

But Gerald whispered to Ban with a smirk.

This way, the client will have a better evaluation, and we wont fail. Theres a surefire way.

Surefire?

Well, relatively?

It was a somewhat evasive answer, but it was effective nonetheless.

Cain hesitated but then explained in detail about the suspects who stole the relic.

The suspect was a new follower who started coming to the temple three months ago.

It had been approximately five days since the relic went missing.

And it was around the time when the new follower disappeared too.

We reported it to the guards, but there wasnt much response

Theyre conducting inspections at the citys entrances and nearby territories, but

Hmm, it must be difficult to catch them in a bustling trade city.

Thats right. However, someone came forward yesterday claiming to have seen them in the nearby commercial district.

Do you have any more information to share?

Gerald and Ban diligently noted down the clues.

And so, the third team set off from the temple.

Half immediately questioned Gerald.

What exactly is this surefire way?

For now, your Skynet.

[TL/N: Will be calling Bans new technique Skynet as it fits more.]

Ban looked at Gerald incredulously.

What, do you think Skynet is some kind of panacea?

Skynet was the technique that Ban had just begun to comprehend.

It was a technique born from combining part of the magic he learned from Beatrice, Detection, into his own sensing technique.

It was still in an embarrassing state, not quite worthy of being called a seasonal technique yet, but it was highly efficient for tracking something.

Similar to Felsons Gods Net, but focusing more on capture than annihilation.

But covering this much area is unrealistic.

Ban shook his head nervously.

Gerald, this isnt a rural village, its a trade city.

Thats why I said for now.

Huh?

Well, its almost time.

Ban cocked his head in confusion.

Whos coming?

Our third team member.

You didnt mention there was one.

Before Ban could spit out his frustration, a familiar howl echoed.

A black-furred wolf, restrained by a leash around its neck, appeared before them.

Its fur was as black as the night sky, and its eyes shone blue even in broad daylight.

Shadow had grown even larger than the average large dog or an ordinary wolf thanks to him, all eyes on the street were on them.

It was a mystery how he got permission to enter.

It would have been impossible without a Rosenstark student ID.

Ban stared with his mouth agape, alternating between the leash buried between Shadows elegant fangs and the person holding it.

Gerald waved his hand with all his might.

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