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Chapter 67

“Good‍ work. Thank you‍​‌ for answering sincerely.”⁠

“It’s​⁠ nothing. With your​‍​ permission.”

Luina‍ gave a slight‌‌​ bow and left​ the headmaster’s office.⁠

“Hmm…”‌⁠‍

The‍​‍ headmaster leafed through‍ the reports one​‍ after another.

“They‌‍ all say exactly⁠ the same thing.”‌‌

“That’s⁠‌ right. Demons, demons…​​‌ frankly, it doesn’t​‌ sound real. Do‌ you believe it’s​ true?”

“Not⁠ at all.”

“At‍​ least act like‍‍⁠ you doubt it‌ a little.”

“We’re​​ talking about demons.​ Is it possible‍⁠‌ that mere students‌ could have exterminated‍ one—if one really‍⁠‍ descended?”

He​ was right. Demons‍‍ were the enemies⁠‌ of humanity, disasters​‍ in human form.​​

If‌ they could be‌ defeated by students,‌ would they really⁠⁠‌ deserve to be​‌‍ called enemies of​​ humanity?

Would​ the First Emperor,⁠ who founded the⁠​‍ Empire after defeating⁠‍‍ demons and King​ Colomo, have been⁠‌​ glorified if such​⁠‍ things were so⁠​⁠ common?

No.​ It would be‍ like not celebrating‌‌ a knight for‍ slaying an orc.‌

Even‌‍‍ so, the puzzling​‍‍ thing was that​​ all the interviewed‌​ students said the⁠‍​ same thing.

“They​​ clearly agreed beforehand.”​⁠

“And‌‍‍ why would they‌ do that?”

“For‍‍​ prestige. Doesn’t it‍​ sound better to⁠⁠ say they defeated⁠ a demon than​​ a corrupted entity?”⁠⁠​

“And‌ would they risk‌‌⁠ lying knowing how‍​⁠ easily the truth⁠ could be exposed?‌‍‌ Consider their circumstances.​ If discovered, the​ damage would be‍⁠‍ far greater than‍ the benefit.”

That‌ was true as⁠ well.

“I​ suppose the answer‌‍ will come when​‌‍ we speak with‍‌⁠ the next student.⁠ Send him in.”‌​

And‌ if someone had‍ schemed this with​ a clear purpose,⁠​ the most likely‍⁠⁠ suspect was Fernan‍ Pellenberg.

“Come​‌‍ in.”

Moments⁠ later, Fernan entered.​ Though his face‌ looked a little⁠​⁠ pale, his eyes‍‌ were calm.

‘He‌‌ still hasn’t fully‍​ recovered, it seems.’​‌

“Sit.”​‌⁠

“Yes,‌⁠ sir.”

“Serve‌ something. What would⁠ you like?”

“Coffee,​ please.”

“Sweet?”⁠⁠​

“I‌ don’t need sugar.”​⁠

The⁠ secretary served black‍ tea for the​‍ headmaster and coffee‌​‌ for Fernan.

“Fernan.‍⁠ First of all,​⁠ I want to​‌⁠ thank you. In‌ my absence, you⁠‍ and your companions‍​⁠ protected the academy​⁠‍ from what could‍⁠ have been a disaster.”

“I‌‍​ only did what‍‍‌ I had to.”‌​​

“Whatever⁠‍⁠ the reason, your⁠ contribution and that​​‌ of the others​‍ deserves recognition. I’ll​⁠ make sure you‍‌ are rewarded appropriately.”​

“Thank‍‍⁠ you.”

Rejecting‍‌⁠ material rewards was‌‍⁠ not in Fernan’s⁠​​ nature.

“Now‌ then, let’s get⁠ to the point…‍⁠‌ I imagine you‍‍ already know what‍⁠ I’m going to‍ ask.”

“To⁠ be honest, yes.”⁠​

It‍​ was obvious. With⁠‍ everything that had‍ happened, there was⁠‍ nothing else to‌​ ask about but‍​ the demon.

“Before‌ that, would you⁠ read this?”

The⁠ headmaster handed him‌‌ the reports with‍⁠‍ the other students’​‍ testimonies.

“A‍⁠‍ barrier suddenly appeared,‌​‍ isolating the area.‍‌ The enemy appeared.‌ We fought. We​⁠‌ won with difficulty.”‌

As​ he spoke, the‌ headmaster poured milk⁠ into his tea‍‌ and stirred it‌‍⁠ slowly.

“The⁠ words of the⁠ four interviewed students‍‍‌ match word for‌​ word. At another⁠‍‌ time, I would​ have accepted their​​ accounts without question.”​⁠

“But⁠​‌ this time something⁠‍ doesn’t add up.”⁠

“Correct.”‌‍‌

The‌⁠‌ headmaster brought the‍‍ tea to his‍​​ lips.

“Will‍⁠ you also say⁠​‍ you fought a demon?”

His​⁠ eyes, wrinkled yet‌​ piercingly sharp, bore‌ into Fernan.

“Or‌​ will you tell‍​‍ the truth?”

“I’ll⁠​ tell the truth.”⁠

“Good.”‌‌

“We‌ fought a demon.”⁠​

The⁠​‍ headmaster’s eyes narrowed‌⁠‍ slightly.

“Specifically,​⁠‍ the 72nd demon,⁠ Andromalius.”

“Why​‌‍ are you convinced‍‍ of that?”

“His⁠ appearance matched perfectly​ with what’s described‌​​ in ancient texts.”‍

“That’s​‌ all?”

“He‍‌‌ introduced himself as⁠ the general of⁠ hell, Andromalius, and‍‌‌ his power was‌ far beyond any​⁠​ corrupted entity.”

“I‌‌ see.”

The‍‍ headmaster stroked his​ long beard, which​‍‍ reached his chest,‌⁠ and turned to‌‍ the next page⁠‍‍ of the report.​

“Then,‍ according to you,‌⁠​ what happened was‍‌ this: corrupted entities‍ infiltrated the academy,​​ activated a barrier,‌‍ and within it⁠‍ a battle with⁠​‌ a demon took​‍ place. Do you​‌‌ agree with that‍ version?”

The‌ headmaster lowered the​⁠ documents.

“Yes.‌​ That’s what happened.”‌⁠‌

“I⁠​ believe it’s possible.”‌

“Possible?”⁠​‌

“The‍ enemies were new,⁠‍‍ weren’t they? And‍ they were targeting​ Aint Armian. Surely‌ they gave it​⁠‌ everything they had.”​​

“Are‌ you suggesting I’m​‌ lying?”

“Not⁠‌​ at all. I trust you. And‍​ the others. But​‌​ precisely because of⁠ that, I think⁠​⁠ you may have​ mistaken a corrupted​⁠ entity for a demon. It’s normal‌ under pressure.”

The‍ headmaster spoke calmly.‍

A demon and a corrupted entity were‌⁠‍ different things. Only​⁠ one letter apart,⁠‍⁠ but the gulf​ between them was​ immense.

Even⁠⁠​ knowing the headmaster⁠ doubted him, Fernan⁠‍⁠ didn’t feel offended.‌

After⁠ all, he had‍‍⁠ already seen it‍ in the prophecy‌​‌ book. And if⁠‍‌ he put himself​​‌ in the headmaster’s‍​ shoes, he would​ have thought the‌ same.

What⁠⁠ was a demon?‍⁠ Only seventy-two existed.‌‌ Each was a calamity unto itself.​

To​‌​ say a group⁠​ of students defeated‌‍ one—who would believe​⁠ it?

“I⁠​ understand your position.‌‌‍ And I respect⁠‍ it.”

That‍ was why Fernan⁠​‌ nodded naturally. But​​⁠ the headmaster did‍⁠ not overlook the‌‍ hidden edge in‍⁠‍ his words.

“You’re‍​‌ throwing my own​⁠ words back at⁠​ me. And you‌ don’t even look‍‌ surprised or indignant.”‌​

His⁠ hand stopped stroking‌‌ his beard.

“Then…​‌ do you have‌‌ proof?”

“What​​​ do you think?”‍‍‌

“The⁠ matter of demons⁠‍‌ and corrupted entities‍‍‌ is no small‍​ thing. The decisions​⁠‌ we make will⁠⁠ depend on the​ testimony of you—the‍⁠‍ first witnesses and‌ victims. It will‌​‍ change the entire‍ stance of the‌ academy and the‍​⁠ Empire.”

It⁠‍​ wasn’t the same​⁠‍ to declare they‍⁠ had faced entities​ already known as‍ it was to​‍‍ assert that a demon had manifested.‍​

“I​‌ understand.”

“And⁠‍​ are you willing⁠​‌ to take responsibility‍⁠​ for what you​‌ said?”

The​‍ headmaster’s gaze grew‍ heavy. Without applying​ direct pressure, the⁠​ atmosphere in the⁠ office became dense.​

“No.”‍⁠

Even⁠‌ so, Fernan denied​​ calmly.

“I‍⁠⁠ have no intention⁠‍‌ of carrying that​‌⁠ burden, nor do‌‍ I think I should. I’m only​ stating the truth.”‍​

“The⁠⁠‍ truth… according to​⁠ Pellenberg. Then, I assume you have‌ evidence.”

Fernan‍‍ took an orb⁠⁠ from his subspace⁠‍‌ and placed it⁠‌⁠ on the desk.​⁠

“Is​ this a recording⁠ orb?”

“See​⁠​ for yourself.”

“Give‍ me a moment.”‌

The​‌‍ headmaster infused mana‍‌⁠ into the recording‍ orb. A soft‍‍ light ignited, and‌​ the events within​⁠ the barrier began‍​ to project.

The‌ demon’s appearance, tearing‌‌ through space.

The‍​‌ battle.

Another⁠ battle. And another.‍‌

“…This‍‌⁠ is…”

Seeing​‌⁠ the entire recording,‍​‍ the headmaster covered‌⁠⁠ his face with​‌​ his hand.

“…It‍‍‌ definitely was a demon.”

The‍⁠ headmaster’s eyes changed.‍‍

“Hahaha…⁠‍​ Seems I’ve gotten​ too soft lately.”‌‍

Otherwise,‌‍‍ how would someone⁠‌ have dared to⁠ summon a demon⁠‌‌ inside the academy?‍‍⁠

“Kh…!”⁠

“Ah,‌⁠ my apologies. I got carried away.”‌​‍

The‍‍‌ aura released unconsciously‍ made Fernan stifle​‍​ a groan. Only‌‍ then did the⁠ headmaster realize and​ withdraw his pressure.‌

“Now⁠​ I have no‌​⁠ choice but to​⁠ believe you. This​​‌ is a hundred​‍ times better than⁠⁠ any fancy speech.”‌

“I’m​ glad it was⁠​ to your liking.”‍

“But,‌​‌ if I’m not‌ mistaken, this isn’t‌​ the original, is‍⁠ it? I get‍ the impression some‍‍‍ parts are missing.”‍‍

The⁠ headmaster’s sharp eyes‍ bore into Fernan.‌‍​

Of‌⁠⁠ course he had​⁠ omitted parts.

Showing⁠‌⁠ the traps he​⁠⁠ had prepared exploding‌⁠ would have been‌ the same as⁠⁠ confessing he knew‍‍‌ about the demon​ from the start.‍

And​‌​ omitting Wooden was​ to avoid overshadowing‍ Aint by stealing‍ the spotlight.

“It’s⁠​ the original.”

And‍ he wasn’t lying.​ He hadn’t edited‌ the data, he⁠‍ had simply chosen⁠ not to record‍⁠ the unnecessary from​ the start.

“There‌‍ was more, yes.‌‍ But during the⁠ battle with the​⁠ demon, some of⁠⁠‍ the engravings were​‍​ damaged.”

“I⁠⁠ see. Understood.”

The‍⁠⁠ headmaster nodded slowly.⁠‌

“Then,⁠​ one last question…”​

“As​⁠ many as you⁠‍ like.”

“Why⁠ were you there‍ at that moment?”⁠⁠

He​ had anticipated it.​

“As⁠⁠ you know, I was the one​‌ who personally brought​⁠ the branch of‍⁠​ the World Tree.‌‍⁠ I grew attached​​ to it and…⁠‌ during the vacation,‌‌ I wanted to‌‌ see if it‌‍ had taken root⁠​​ properly.”

“I​ understand. It’s no‍​ ordinary object, and‌‌ if you obtained⁠ it through effort,‍‍⁠ it’s natural you’d‌ care about it.”​‌

“Thank⁠‍‍ you for understanding.”​‍

The​ critical moment had‌ passed. Fernan allowed‌‌⁠ himself a brief​ sigh of relief.​⁠

But⁠ then.

“And⁠‍⁠ why were the‍⁠​ other students with⁠ you?”

The⁠ question struck like⁠‍ a direct stab.​‍

The⁠ headmaster stroked his⁠‌‍ beard calmly.

“You‍ must know the‍ branch’s location is⁠⁠‍ classified. Yet all‍‌‌ the students said⁠​ you called them‍⁠‌ to accompany you.”​

But‍ since he already​⁠ knew this would​‌ come, Fernan had‍​ his defense ready.‌⁠⁠

“Did‍ they really say⁠‌ that? How strange.​‌ I didn’t call⁠ them. From what​‍ I understand, they‍ were training when‍‌‌ they got caught‌ up in the‍⁠‌ incident.”

The⁠‌⁠ barrier covered a wide area.

They​​⁠ hadn’t followed him.​ They were training⁠‍‍ on the outskirts‍‌​ of the forest​ and got caught⁠‌ inside purely by​ chance.

And‌ with that, the‍ matter was closed.‍‌

“Oh,​ did they say‌ that? My apologies…‌ I’m old now,⁠​ my memory fails​⁠ me.”

The‌ headmaster laughed awkwardly.​‌

“No‍​‌ problem.”

“Thank⁠⁠‍ you for your​​‍ understanding.”

He‌​‌ poured a little‌⁠‌ more milk into​⁠⁠ his tea.

“Now‍‌‍ that I think​ of it, something‌‌‌ curious happened not​ long ago.”

He‍ wet his lips‌​‍ with the tea.​‍

“A​​ company came asking⁠‍‌ me for priority‌‍‍ in maritime contracts.​ It wasn’t an​‍ important matter, so‌⁠​ I approved it‍⁠ without much thought.”‍⁠⁠

His​⁠ tone was friendly.⁠

“Then,​‍​ problems arose, and‌ a new subject‌‌ was opened. The‌​ demand for ships‌‌‌ skyrocketed.”

But​ the real content‌⁠ was a dagger​ straight to the‍​ heart.

“That⁠​‍ company was called​⁠​ Golden Turtle, and​ according to what‌⁠​ they say, you‍‍ lead it.”

Fernan‌‍ froze for an‍​‌ instant. But his‌‌ reaction was so⁠‌ brief it was⁠⁠​ almost unnoticeable.

“Does⁠‍​ that have anything‌‌‍ to do with⁠ the incident?”

“It’s‍ possible. There are​‌​ texts that mention⁠ that demons and​ corrupted entities often⁠‍ employ monsters.”

His​⁠ tone remained serene.‌ As if he​‍ were talking about​‍ the weather.

“Perhaps‌‌ the problems at‌ sea were a sign that a demon’s summoning was⁠​⁠ approaching.”

But‌‌ the intent was‍ clear—he was accusing⁠ Fernan.

The‌ headmaster openly suspected​​ him.

“I‌ see. But even‍ if that were⁠‍ the case, what⁠ does that have​‍‍ to do with‌ our company? We‌⁠ only build and⁠​‌ sell ships.”

“True.‌‍ Although… what a convenient coincidence, isn’t‍‍ it?”

“Exactly.‌ A coincidence.”

“I⁠‌⁠ suppose so. Who‌‌‌ could predict a sudden invasion of‌​⁠ monsters?”

The​‍​ headmaster let out​⁠⁠ a broad laugh.‌

“It⁠​ seems the goddess‌‍‍ of money smiles⁠⁠‌ upon you, Pellenberg.”​‌

“I‌ appreciate the compliment.”⁠‌‌

“An‌‍​ old man like​ me has detained‌ you long enough.⁠ You may leave.‌ I’ll be grateful‍‍‍ for the use‌‌​ of the recording.”‌‍‍

“With‍‌ your permission.”

“The⁠ reward I promised​⁠​ will arrive at⁠‌⁠ your quarters soon.”‍​⁠

“Thank‍ you very much.”⁠‌‍

Fernan‌‍​ stood. Thud. As​‍ the door closed,⁠ the secretary asked⁠​ in a low⁠ voice:

“Do‌⁠‍ you suspect Fernan‍‌ is a corrupted⁠​⁠ entity?”

“Do‍ you think so?‌ That recording is‌⁠​ real. No corrupted⁠‍‌ entity would help​ kill a demon.”⁠‌

A corrupted entity could⁠ not rebel against​‌​ a demon. Their‍⁠​ soul was chained.​‍​

“I⁠⁠ just have a slight suspicion.”

What‌ if Fernan already‍⁠ knew about the‍​‌ demon and kept‍‍ silent out of‍​ economic interest?

“Because⁠‍‍ if it’s the⁠​ Pellenbergs, they are​ perfectly capable of‍ it.”

History⁠ had proven it.​​‍

“But…⁠‍‍ didn’t you believe‍‌​ him too easily?‌ What if he​​‍ manipulated the recording…?”⁠⁠

“It‌​ seems I’ve grown⁠⁠ too lenient lately…⁠​⁠ even you’re saying⁠ that to me.”‍‍

Tap,⁠‌​ tap. The headmaster‌ tossed and caught‍‍ the orb in‍ his hands.

“This⁠‍‌ recording is authentic.”​

“…I’m​​ sorry.”

The⁠​‍ secretary, visibly pale,​ bowed her head.⁠​‌

“I‌‍‌ was impertinent…”

“No,‌⁠ you weren’t. I understand. Even I have difficulty believing⁠‍ a demon fell‌​‍ before mere students.”‍‍​

Across‍ the continent, there‌​ were fewer than‌​​ five mages above⁠⁠ the headmaster.

Recognized⁠ by the Pope‌ of the Cult⁠‍‍ of the Dragon‍‌ God, one of⁠ the only ten​⁠ Archmages in the​‍ world.

Fernan⁠​ could never deceive‍‍​ him with magic.‍⁠​

“It‌‌ is authentic. That’s‍ why it’s so⁠​ surprising. It truly‌​‍ was a demon.”​

Aint⁠‌ Armian.

The‌⁠ figure that shone‌ the brightest in​ the recording, the‍ one who cut‌​ the demon with​‌ dazzling light.

“The‍‍ greatness of the‌​ Armians has not‍​​ yet vanished.”

For⁠‌⁠ nearly nine hundred‌‌‌ years, they ruled‌⁠‍ the Empire.

Their‍‌‍ fall was catastrophic,‍ but their legacy​ still remained.

“No‍⁠ wonder he was‍‌ a descendant of‌ the First Emperor.⁠‌ Now I understand⁠ why everyone kept​‌‍ saying Armian this,⁠ Armian that.”

“Exactly.‍⁠ It’s no ordinary⁠‌⁠ surname.”

It‌‍ had been believed​​​ their power died‍⁠ with the fall‌ of the family​ and the loss‍⁠‌ of their legendary⁠​​ swordsmanship style—but that⁠​ was not the​⁠⁠ case.

“This‍⁠ will cause an​​ uproar in Schwaben.⁠⁠​ They are the⁠⁠ ones who fear⁠‍⁠ most the resurgence​ of the Armians.”‌

But⁠‍ they could not​​‍ stop it.

If‌ it had only‍⁠ been corrupted entities,​‍​ perhaps. But that‍‌ a demon had​‍ been summoned was‌‍ the sign of‌ an imminent catastrophe.‌‍

The⁠ denser the darkness,​‍ the brighter the‍ light shines.

“Have‌​ them keep a close watch on‌‌ Aint Armian.”

“Yes,‍​ sir.”

“And​⁠‍ also on the‌ others who fought‌‌​ alongside him. Especially⁠ Fernan Pellenberg.”

“Is⁠​‌ there a specific​ reason?”

“No⁠​ matter how experienced‍‌ you are, there’s⁠​‍ something you cannot⁠ hide: the gaze.”‍​

Appreciation.‌⁠ Faith. Admiration.

Every​ time Fernan’s name‌​ was mentioned, the⁠ old fox read‍​ those three emotions⁠ in the eyes‌​ of others.

“A⁠⁠‍ Pellenberg who earns‍ faith and admiration—and‍⁠ who killed a demon alongside Armian.”‌‍‍

Having​‍ drawn Luina Bercheff‌‌⁠ to his side.‌‌⁠ Having become the‍‍ most brilliant student‌​‌ from nothing.

“There‍⁠‌ isn’t a single​ thing about him​⁠ that doesn’t strike⁠⁠ me as suspicious…”‍

The​‌ headmaster leaned back⁠‌⁠ against his chair​⁠ and sipped at‍ the now cold​​ tea.

“Without‌ a doubt, this⁠‍‍ Pellenberg will show‍‌ a path different‌‍ from that of​ his ancestors.”

It‍ was very interesting.​‍​

But‍‌ unfortunately, he didn’t‍‌ have the time‌‌​ to keep observing‌ quietly.

“I’ve​ enjoyed chatting with​ these young prospects​‌ enough. It’s time‍‌ to work.”

The‍‍ headmaster straightened.

“Summon​ all the executives.”⁠

It‍‍⁠ was time to​‍​ eradicate the cockroaches​‍ that had infiltrated​⁠ the academy.

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