Akashic Records of the Bastard Magical Instructor vol. 6 PDF

"Return thyself to the cycle of providence..." The girl swiftly uttered the incantation as an unfathomable amount of magic power circled her. "Now, disappear from my sight!" Modified Black Magic [Extinction Ray]. The girl raised her left hand as a blinding ray of light shot out from her palm, gushing forth like an unstoppable torrent down the corridor. It was a spell that can break down matter to its basic constituent. All the enemy that stood before her - the countless puppets of the ancient sorcerers charging at her in close formation - was wiped out by the spell in the blink of the eye. Yet, the girl did not seem to relax nor savor her victory. "Haa... Haa... Haa..." The girl, Celica Arfonia, leaned on the wall of the corridor in excruciating pain. It was the 44th floor of Alzano Imperial Magic Academy's Underground Labyrinth. In the unending darkness, the flickering light of the lamp meekly illuminated the silhouette of Celica that one can only be described as pitiful. Her body was covered with wounds large and small, her blood-soaked clothes in tatters, and her breathing weak and sporadic. Nowhere to be seen was the confident and beautiful woman. "Haa... Ugh... And here I t-thought... t-this time... I would be a-able to...!" The permission to explore the Alzano Imperial Magic Academy's Underground Labyrinth - such was the undisputed reason for the continent's greatest magician, t r a i t o r A I Z E N 8 | 236 Celica, to serve as a professor. Over the years, she has devoted most of her effort to conquering the Underground Labyrinth. Yet, despite her perfect preparation, and utilizing every trick she could muster, her attempt this time once again ended in failure. Celica could only meekly swallow this painful truth. Another pointless endeavor. The magic tool in the shape of a pocket watch, and the slender sword on her waist - items that brought forth Celica's full ability as a magician... Items that spoke to the unspeakable lengths she went to conquer the Labyrinth. Yet despite giving it her all, the day that the Labyrinth could be cleared still existed far beyond the horizon. Celica was certainly a magician of unparalleled strength, but the winding Labyrinth was superior to even her abilities, where she felt the countless traps that stood in her way seemingly ridiculed her. "Darn it... The pain..." Celica angrily cursed at the Labyrinth. She was unable to heal her own wounds with magic, relying only on medicinal herbs held in place with bandages to provide temporary relief. Her body has long gone past the healing limit. It was a limit that occurred from repeated healing spells within a short time frame. With repeated use, the effectiveness of the heal decreases, to the point that the use of healing spell would instead cause damage to the body. So much was this phenomenon feared, that 'Death by Healing' was greatly dreaded by soldiers on the field of war... As of such, the fear of death gripped the veteran Celica's heart. It's already impossible... It's time to withdraw... It's time to go back... Such logical thoughts cycled themselves in the minds of Celica. However... "Hahaha... Isn't this perfect? Haven't I always been seeking a good death?" t r a i t o r A I Z E N 9 | 236 Celica gently lifted her head, revealing a self-deprecating smile. "Ugh... Fighting with the demon-worshipping cultists... dueling with mages... none of that was unable to end me...! Isn't this a perfect chance...?!" What was the source of her unwavering desire, to overpower her usual calm judgment? Even at the brink of death, Celica continued her ceaseless march forward. Even when every fiber of her being screamed at her that such a choice will only lead her to her meaningless death, she willingly ventured forth. "Forward! Toward your destiny!" In her mind, the voice kept beckoning as she took step after step down the corridor... As if a marionette, she slowly wobbled forward. "...Yes. I... m-must... c-continue on...! O-otherwise, I... w-will... a-always..." "Fine. But promise me you will safely return... I beg of you." Suddenly, a familiar voice surfaced in her dulled mind. This new voice overpowered the other, reaching the depth of her soul. "...!" At that point, Celica's march toward her own death stopped as light returned to her eyes. Her mind slowly cooled down and logic returned to her once more, while the beckoning voice was temporarily banished from her thoughts. After a moment of pause... "S-silly me... A-am I not getting my priorities mixed up...?" After Celica uttered the words through her quivering lips, she turned her body around. "Darn it..." t r a i t o r A I Z E N 10 | 236 As she cursed at her failure, she unsteadily dragged herself away... now tormented by yet another failure. In the end... Celica never noticed... "...Celica." A presence watched Celica as she departed... From the moment Celica first stepped into the Labyrinth, this presence would always follow her from behind, constantly watching her. Celica, once again, failed to notice. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 11 | 236 I have... returned. Returned to these calm, peaceful, mundane, and slightly lethargic days... Granted, nothing interesting ever happens in these days, but it is precisely the reason why I find these days especially precious. Initially, I did not see myself deserving of such a life. I refused to acknowledge it, and alienated myself from it. But, a certain student pulled me from my withdrawn state, and returned me to this bright and colorful world... Perhaps... I can... stay in this world...? She told me I could continue to enjoy this peaceful and calm days. What should I do for the one who allowed me to remain in this bountiful world? What could I possibly do to repay her? As I repeatedly thought of this debt - a certain incident occurred. "Glenn-kun... You... will be fired." Headmaster Rick suddenly declared. "Huh? Huuuh?!" Glenn's surprised voice echoed throughout the Alzano Imperial Magic Academy headmaster's office. "Hey, just a moment, what is this all about?" Glenn nervously slammed both hands on the headmaster's desk and leaned his body forward. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 12 | 236 "I do not recall doing something that would warrant me getting fired... probably... no, definitely not!" "We will discuss later why you can't seem to confidently deny it..." Headmaster Rick calmly replied, "What I just said earlier isn't completely accurate, so let me correct it." "...Not accurate?" "Yes, it's more accurate to say, 'You will be fired if it keeps going on like this'." "T-then, why is it...?" "Seriously? Are you an idiot? I always knew you aren't the brightest bulb, but I never thought you would be this big an idiot, Glenn... While leaning on the nearby wall, Celica interjected into the conversation. Her anger clearly visible on her beautiful but distorted face, with veins bulging on her forehead from the rage. The injury that Celica suffered from the recent expedition down into the Underground Labyrinth has yet to fully heal. Her slender build was wrapped in bandages, and her left arm held in a sling. Such a pitiful view seemed mismatched from her usual aloof attitude. "Glenn... Have you submitted your thesis on magic? Surely you know that the deadline for submission has long since passed..." Despite her pitiful appearance, Celica's piercing words and cold glare exerted considerable pressure on Glenn. "Ah... Thesis on magic...?" Glenn face warped at the realization, nervously blinking his eyes. "...I see, that... Umm... Is it really necessary to write one?" "'Ob-vi-ous-ly! You big idiot!' Ahaha~" t r a i t o r A I Z E N 13 | 236 Suddenly, sparks of flame burst forth as Celica blew Glenn up with a spell. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 14 | 236 "You are a teacher of the academy! It should be painfully clear that you needed to periodically report your research progress with a thesis!" Celica dragged the burnt Glenn by his collar and shouted at him. "Ugh... W-what the heck, I'm sure this is the first that I heard about it...!" "At least read the job requirements! You dumb kid!" After a period of intense shaking, Glenn's head just meekly drooped down. "From your reply, I presume you didn't even bother to do any research for the thesis?" The headmaster looked directly at Glenn. "...M-mmn." "One of the conditions for the extended employment of a teacher is to periodically submit a thesis to report their research progress. It's part of the academy's operational rules. It is different from that time in which I took you on as a teacher despite your lack of a resume. On this matter, I can't help you even if I want to!" The headmaster let out a difficult sigh. "Celica, I just thought of a great idea, why not just let me get laid off and go back to being a moocher...?" "Rejected, you idiot!" Celica mercilessly kicked down the wisecrack who still dared to joke. "Ouch... Either way, I guess I should avoid joking about it." Glenn wobbly stood back up, and turned to face the headmaster. "Is there no way to fix this, headmaster? I know I am not qualified to say this, but I hope to be a teacher for a while longer... at least until those kids graduate..." "...Hmm? G-Glenn... You...?" t r a i t o r A I Z E N 16 | 236 Glenn's serious visage brought about a surprise from Celica. In no way has she ever expected such words to come out of Glenn. "Uhh..." Glenn's demeanor also surprised the headmaster, who let the room descend into silence as he was unsure how to respond. "Is there any possibility to see that the thesis deadline extended? I will certainly write one... I beg of you! Please give me the chance!" Glenn begged with his head lowered. Daaarn it...!!! I can't let myself get fired...!!! At that moment, in his mind, Glenn was set upon by a novel fear. It will seriously be bad if I get fired now! Just a while ago, I secretly used Celica's name to shop by mail, with everything to be paid in installments. I won't be able to pay for it if I am no longer getting paid! That item was a magic doppelganger puppet. The plan was a simple one: Have the puppet take his appearance, and teach the class in his stead, so that he can skip work. Glenn seemingly had grown, but at the same time, remained the same as always. 'Until those kids graduate'. Such words came out spontaneously, perhaps reflective of his changed inner thoughts, but it seems the path was still long before he completely become a respectable individual. Darn it, because of problems with my own credit, I had to use Celica's name, and selected 'no returns' for the lower price. This time I'm screwed! I cannot be without a job until the money is paid! Or more accurately, I'm screwed if Celica ends up finding out about it if I am derelict with my payments! With such troubled thoughts... "I beg of you! Headmaster!" t r a i t o r A I Z E N 17 | 236 Glenn used all his efforts to perform the perfect dogeza. "You speak of writing a thesis, but do you even have anything to write it on? Just reviewing a few literatures won't suffice you know..." "T-that's..." "Certainly, it's hard to limit the progress of magic research to strict deadlines. So, while the deadlines are set, there is always some flexibility, and can be extended for quite some time. But if you have nothing to write your thesis on, any extension is moot." Glenn revealed a pained expression. Certainly, without any research to build a thesis and just rely purely on citing literatures won't make the cut before the close scrutiny of the reviewers. S-so... am I really doomed? How could I possibly explain to those kids...? Before the fear of not being able to meet his payments, his first feelings were of regret to his students. "Although... Hmm... Glenn, you are in luck." The headmaster spoke with a smile, "Have you heard of 'Taum Observatory' before?" "...? Umm... Isn't it an ancient ruins in the northern regions...?" Unsure of the headmaster's intentions, Glenn racked his brain for the relevant details. "Yes, as you may be aware, the site's difficulty is rated as 'F'. The site lacks any significant sorcerous relics, the spirit veins are also quite lackluster. Neither the magical nor the archaeological value is anything worth mentioning. If it weren't for its inaccessible location, it would probably have long been turned into a tourist attraction..." After a moment's pause, headmaster Rick then continued in a stern voice, "However, a few years ago, certain magician's research of the 'Taum Observatory' proposed the site as the ritual ground for spatial-temporal magic." "...Ah?! Really?!" Glenn responded in surprise, "Are those not just unfounded rumors? Hasn't 'Taum Observatory' been repeatedly investigated already...? T-that, and something as absurd as time travel is..." Spatial-temporal magic. To anyone with a rudimentary knowledge of magic, such talks t r a i t o r A I Z E N 18 | 236 were nothing but hogwash. The time and space were intricately linked, where the time flow within a space could not be cut off from the rest, such was the law of the world. As of such, one could speed up and slow down time in a space, or teleport and distort the space with the progression of time - Granted, the difficulty of such spells was immense. But to separate both space and time from its natural flow - 'time travel' was deemed theoretically impossible. Such was one of the two greatest laws governing magic, 'The Law of Internal Validity', which stated that the world would naturally correct itself to its most stable state, and would never permit any challenge to the natural order. "But... The magician who posited such a theory was a famed genius, so much so that we cannot simply disregard it as madness." The headmaster revealed a pained smile, and let out a long sigh. "Just as Glenn-kun said, 'Taum Observatory' has been repeatedly investigated, and the results are without any promise. As of such, no self-respecting researcher is willing to take up the task. That and, everyone is busy with their own research projects to have the spare time for such a fool's errand. But, since the genius magician brought up such a theory, we cannot simply ignore it. So at the very least, a repeat expedition is necessary..." The headmaster gazed at Glenn with deepening intent. "We have left the site untouched for quite some time. Don't you think it is about time to dispatch someone to check it out again?" "Headmaster... could it be that you are asking...?" "Glenn-kun, I wish for you to lead the expedition to 'Taum Observatory.' If by odd chance you are able to discover evidence of spatial-temporal magic, your name will be forever left in the annals of discovery. That and 'finding no evidence' is also a valid result given the circumstances, and if you write it into a thesis... Haa... While those reviewers may laugh at it, at the very least they will let you continue on with your position... How does that sound?" It was a lifeline for Glenn. Glenn leaned forward and gratefully gripped the headmaster's hands, then, said with t r a i t o r A I Z E N 19 | 236 the utmost confidence. "Headmaster...! I understand! Please, just leave it to me!" As he expressed his gratitude, within Glenn's heart... Ugh... So troublesome... Glenn resisted the deep desire to shout in frustration. Research expedition?! For someone who enjoys relaxing at home, isn't this just a form of torture?! Why must I do something this troublesome, are there no easier alternatives...?!...Glenn still failed to mature even the slightest. And what is this joke about spatial-temporal magic? Such outlandish tales, how could it possibly motivate anyone as a path to fame? If the headmaster mentioned treasures hidden away, then maybe...! Unaware of the internal conflicts within Glenn, the headmaster then dropped a bombshell. "However, I must regrettably inform you... as far as the expedition is concerned, the academy will be unable to reimburse you for your expenses. Glenn-kun, you must cover the expenses out of your own pocket. This is because the fund allocation has already finished for the year, even if we make an exception, by the time the funds have been approved, there will be negligible time for you to write your thesis." W-what the heck...?! I must pay out of my own pocket?! Within his heart, Glenn was beyond surprised at such a revelation. "N-no problem! I have been a teacher for some time after all! I should be fine with the savings I have built up." Glenn forcibly suppressed his nervousness, and replied with a faked confidence. Ugh! My stomach is churning again! To have to self-fund an expedition is too much! I n- need to think of something... I'm going to be screwed if I carry on this expedition as normal, especially with how little I have left after repeated salary cuts. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 20 | 236 At the edge of the proverbial cliff, Glenn suddenly had a thought, T-that's right...! As long as I bring some students along, I can skimp on the hiring fee for expedition members! This way, I will be able to avoid any personnel expenditure...! Hehehe~! A complete human trash. If I remember correctly, any site rated D or above is prohibited for academy students... B-but! Conveniently, 'Taum Observatory' is F-ranked! The lowest possible rank! It is a trash site that could not even be used for the student's 'Archaeology Practicum'! Everything is perfect! With little change to his facial expression, the devious plans continued to evolve... I only need to trick the students, and make them labor away at the site... all for the sake of my continued employment... and for the sake of my salary! At the same time Glenn refined his plan and let out a conniving smile in his heart... "Glenn!" Celica approached Glenn with a stern face. Ah? Celica?! C-could it be that s-she sensed my intentions...?! Glenn did his best to suppress his nervousness and prevent the colors draining from his face. But, Celica's serious expression relaxed and turned into a smile, with tears that soon followed... "To not even worry about the costs, all for the sake of your students... T-that's good... You've really grown..." Celica brushed away the tears at the corner of her eyes. Her expression of joy so much removed from her usual cold visage... almost as if the person in front of Glenn was a different person. "...Ah? Uhh... Mm." t r a i t o r A I Z E N 21 | 236 The surprised Glenn was at a loss on how to respond. "Hohoho~ Celica-kun has always been worried about you." The headmaster happily said, "I am not aware of the details, but I've heard that you experienced some rough times in the past. Times that made you disillusioned with the future. Celica-kun has always been worried about you, even after you took the position as a substitute teacher." "H-headmaster?!" Celica's face turned beet red, retorted with a tinge of anger to camouflage her embarrassment. "C-can we not talk about it in front of Glenn?! D-don't be mean! Unfair!" "Ahaha, sorry I let it slip..." Ugh... The stinging pain from my bad conscience... Glenn profusely sweated as his heart ached at the revelation. "Well then, I guess the matter is settled..." Either way, I need to get away from Celica as soon as possible. "J-just leave the repeat expedition of Taum Observatory t-to me! I n-need to get the preparations in order, till then..." "Glenn." Just as Glenn was about to step out of the office, he was stopped by Celica. "...Good luck." "Mm, thank you." After a confident reply, Glenn departed from the headmaster's office. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 22 | 236 After encouraging her terrible disciple, Celica thought to herself as she strolled in the academy hallways. "That's right. People can change..." Within Celica's mind, she recalled the days a year ago, when Glenn had just lost his emotional support - the self-deprecating and emotionless Glenn. The encouragement she showered him and the magic she taught him led to the tragedy, and resulted in Glenn's ruin. 'Glenn may never recover, perhaps for as long as he lives' - such thoughts tormented Celica, for which she shed countless tears. But the reality was not pitilessly cruel. Thankfully, Glenn seemingly had recovered from his trauma, albeit it took quite some time. While Glenn certainly has acted suspiciously when he accepted the job, he has seen significant improvement compared to himself one year ago. At the minimum, he was no longer the 'empty shell' he once was. Although he faced hardship, he did not become discouraged. Although he struggled with his day to day life, his eyes remained looking toward the future. "Hmph... But still, for me to say this now..." Celica revealed a bitter smile. People change. For the immortal Celica, it was a painful realization. Yes, humans constantly change, for better or for worse. As they live, they make mistakes, they hesitate, and they encounter hardship. Nonetheless, they grow, and they change. Guile, ignorance, and misfortune were all facets of what it meant to be human. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 23 | 236 For Celica, whose own time has stagnated since the very beginning, the very concept of change was foreign to her... "Ah... Here it comes again." A sense of anxiety and worry washed over Celica, as if having a scythe dangling inches above her neck. Her breathing became a struggle, her ears ringed, her heart raced, her legs weakened, and her focus blurred. "D-darn it... Ugh..." Celica propped her body up against the wall with her injured hand, and pressed her palm against her head with the other. Times and times again such attacks would come. This was Celica's 'ailment' - one not of the flesh, but of the mind. Although Celica was well aware of the cause, she knows no way to resolve it. As of late, the frequency of the episodes has worsened, roughly around when Glenn took on the mantle of the teacher, and once again returned to the path of life. "..." For the moments that followed, Celica did not move, and only repeatedly took deep breaths, as if waiting for the storm to pass... until finally, peace returned and Celica raised her head once more. "Taum Observatory, was it...?" In the deserted hallway, Celica muttered under her breath. The following day. Alzano Imperial Medical Academy, Class 202. "Haa..." Unlike the other students noisily chatting away before the start of class, Sistine wearily stretched her out on the desk and let out a long and audible sigh. Her smooth long platinum hair spread upon the table, as if a glistening river. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 24 | 236 "Sisti, please don't feel dejected, I'm sure there will be other opportunities..." Lumia, sitting next to Sistine, tried to comfort her. "Mm... I understand... But even so, it is still hard to accept..." Sistine slowly lifted her face, without an ounce of her usual aloofness. If one have to describe, it would be an air of utter dejection. "Lumia, what is wrong with Sisti? She looks out of it." Riel, who sat behind them, quietly asked. "Uhh, a little of this, and a little of that..." Lumia was unsure how to properly respond, and just went with a pained smile. Sistine, on the other hand, continued to silently mutter to herself. "I worked my arms off writing that essay to apply as a member of the expedition, the minimum they should do is to at least be gentle with their words... Are they purposely making fun of me? That and..." "Don't worry too much..." Lumia could only do her best to calm the fuming yet disappointed Sistine. Although, Sistine's anger is not without reason. It all started with Professor Rufi Fosil's desire to field an expedition to the newly found ruins in the eastern regions of the empire, and began to gather research assistants from among the students. With her strong desire to follow in the footsteps of her late grandfather, Redolf Fibel, who was a renowned expert in archaeothaumatology, Sistine eagerly applied for the position in hopes to garner experience in the field. However, her application was quickly rejected. 'Female, too young, too low of a grade, too low of a magician rank, too opinionated' and so forth, they picked at Sistine of her various inadequacies. Even the essay that was to be evaluated as part of the application was discarded to the side. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 25 | 236 "What the heck! Isn't there supposed to be gender equality among magicians? And what was 'too opinionated' supposed to mean!" Sistine's anger welled up whenever she remember the contemptuous response Professor Fosil gave. "Haa... Either way, counting this time, I've failed to get accepted on an expedition for four times now... How discouraging..." Not just this time, Sistine has applied every time there was an expedition, yet every time she failed to get accepted. "But Sisti, some of the points they brought up were quite valid. As far as your magician rank was concerned, it is, after all, only the second ra-..." Lumia abruptly stopped at the sight of Sistine's furrowed eyebrows. "B-but, Sisti is the top student of our grade, compared to the other second year students, Sistine is already so amazing. Even I am just a first rank. That and, from what I recall, don't research expeditions usually require members to be at least above the third rank?" "Mm... That... is certainly true..." "Furthermore, wasn't that site's difficulty rated as B++?" Difficulty rating was set by taking into account a combined factor of the site's traps, mechanisms, guardians, beasts, and regional conditions. They were set into one of the seven broad category of S, A, B, C, D, E, and F, and subsequently divided into 21 more specific ranks. A rank of B++ signified a risk of death even for professional expedition members with ample preparation. "It may be better if you didn't go. I would be worried if you were to embark on such a dangerous expedition." "Uuu..." It was difficult for Sistine to argue against the magician rank and site difficulty. While magician rank was not a strict representation of one's ability, by and large t r a i t o r A I Z E N 26 | 236 Lumia was correct. The same could be said about the site's difficulty. Just calmly evaluating her own capability for a slight moment was enough to recognize herself as inadequate. With Lumia's verbal jabs, Sistine puffed her cheeks in meaningless protest. The childish behavior of her best friend made Lumia unable to do anything but wryly smile. "Do not worry. With how hard Sisti is working, I'm sure one day you will be properly recognized and accepted into an expedition." "...T-thanks, Lumia." With Lumia's gentle encouragement, a slight smile returned to Sistine's face. "Haa... Everyone, good morning!" Glenn threw open the classroom door, and confidently marched to his desk. Unlike his usual lazy appearance, today he was strangely energized. At the same time, the bell rung, signaling the start of class, and the side conversations slowly died down. "Umm... Before we start, I have an announcement to make." Glenn excitedly declared at the podium. Something is up... Such feelings caused all the students to stare intently at Glenn. "You guys are always cooped up inside the classroom, studying the material from the textbooks, and memorizing those esoteric facts... Is that really good? Are you satisfied with such a boring education?" Glenn's sudden outburst startled the students, and whispers began to pop up left and right within the classroom. "You are all magicians seeking the 'truth of the world', right? Sure, there is plenty of knowledge to be had within the books, but this world cannot be contained within t r a i t o r A I Z E N 27 | 236 mere lines of words. It's a world filled with many wonders just waiting to be explored! If you do not yearn after these wonders, what make of magicians are you?! What sort of truth-seeker are you?!" Bam! Glenn swung his hand at the table, and continued his torrent of words. "You should spend more time learning about the world and expand your horizons! After all, you are still all too young. If you keep yourself cooped up in your rooms, you will become more and more detached from the world! You must step out of your comfort zone and experience the outside world! Discover the unknown and grow your experiences! After all, new discoveries are always just around the corner, and you should expand your understanding of the great world we all live in! Don’t you all agree?" "I... really want you all to experience what this world has to offer. To forge you all into splendid magicians who is well versed in all manners of discipline, truly worldly existences. To make your futures brighter and full of hope!" Glenn's arousing speech created a fervor of excitement within the classroom. "...Because of these beliefs, when the headmaster requested me to head an archaeological expedition. I immediately accepted given my desire to contribute to the magic community. To tell you the truth, I was secretly planning to bend the rules a little and take some of you on the expedition with me!" The fervor continued to grow among the students. "Together, let us venture out to the great outdoors, explore the ancient wonders, experience its greatness, expand the understanding of magic, and achieve new heights!" Glenn's words had a portion of truth to them. A first-rate magician must not only be well-versed of spells, but also needs broad knowledge of the world. Such reason is why magicians are also frequently referred to as 'Sage'. As of such, the students are unable to refute Glenn's arguments, and passively absorbed his words. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 28 | 236 "The ruins I was tasked to explore this time around is that famous 'Taum Observatory'." "T-Taum Observatory...?!" Suddenly, Sistine leapt up at the mention of the ruins. "Huh? White Cat? What's the matter?" "Ah... N-nothing... Nothing at all..." After being focused on by the gazes of the entire class, Sistine shirked back into her seat with a reddened face. "...? Ah, either way, I was hoping to select some students in this class as members of the expedition. Sadly, I couldn't bring too many, as I won't be able to manage too big a group on my own. At most, I can accommodate up to eight members. There is nothing more I can do, I hope everyone can understand..." Glenn's words riled up the entire class into discussion. "That's great, Sisti! For an opportunity to come by so soon!" Lumia joyously spoke to the nearby Sistine. "The difficulty rank is also quite low... It is a perfect opportunity for Sisti, who currently lack experience!" "Y-yeah... Although all this sounded somewhat suspicious, it certainly is an opportunity...!" Although she was unaware of Glenn's intentions for riling everyone up, both of her eyes beamed with the desire to participate. "...Now, who wants to participate in this expedition and make a name for yourselves? It is an opportunity of a lifetime, and its first come, first serve!" Just moments before Glenn's remarks made Sistine reflexively raised her hands. "Hmph... The teacher is being silly as always." t r a i t o r A I Z E N 29 | 236 The glassed youth stood up as he flashed a sarcastic smile. It was Gibul Wisdan, one of the students in Glenn's class. "Why would you even want to recruit members from our class? We are just regular students. Why not seek your members from those fourth graders with at least the third magician rank, or some of the graduate students? If I am not mistaken, expedition members requires a minimum of the third magician rank to participate." Although there were thorns in Gibul's words, he nevertheless raised a valid point. "Ugh, you... Do you know how much an able third-ranked magician costs to recru-? Ah crud..." Glenn quickly stopped his tongue after letting slip the real answer to Gibul's question. "I-I mean... Taum Observatory is nothing more than an F-ranked site! As I have said earlier, it is a rare opportunity to find such a lowly rated site, so I was hoping to bring you guys along to expand your horizons!!" Glenn nervously reiterated his unconvincing excuses, almost as if to cover for his earlier slip. "Yes, that right! This kind and caring teacher only wishes to give his beloved pupils the chance for an 'Archaeology Practicum'... Yes, it is a special session! You all should be grateful!!" Glenn continued to spew out excuses, and let out a forced laughter. "Oh... So it seems the rumors from yesterday was true..." Gibul slightly tipped his glasses, and let out a small grunt. "Huh? What rumors, Gibul?" The well-built Kash asked. "Teachers needed to regularly submit thesis on the progress of their magic research, but our lovely Glenn over here never bothered with it. Now, with the threat of being fired, he was hoping that the expedition will get him in the administration's good graces, or so the rumor goes." "F-fired?!" Upon hearing Gibul's depiction of the events, Lumia leapt up with colors drained from her face. "I-is that really true?! Has teacher really not written a thesis?!" t r a i t o r A I Z E N 30 | 236 Lumia revealed a pained expression, making it hard for others to look directly at her. "Ahaha~! W-what are you talking about, I h-have no i-idea...!" Ah, so he really didn't write a thesis, and now will probably be fired... Seeing Glenn's constantly swimming eyes, all the students inevitably reached the same conclusion. "Haa... Pushing your inadequacies on your students, what an irresponsible teacher you are. Not only that, but you are also planning to cut down expenses by taking advantage of your students as unpaid labor, there is a limit to the shamelessness you know..." Gibul's verbal insults and sharp glare struck deep into Glenn's heart. "W-what are you talking about, Gibul-kun?! Do you honestly believe I would plan such heinous acts and sully this noble profession?! I ask you to trust in me!" Glenn's voice crackled in his response. His lack of persuasiveness was evident to all in the classroom. Now knowing the real reason behind Glenn's sudden expedition, the students once again fell into chatter about the merits of participating. "R-regardless of the intention, something like an archaeological expedition should be quite a novel experience for you students. Not only participating on expeditions, a magician is also required to participate on all kinds of on-site investigation! The experience of participating on an expedition is definitely a valuable one! Right? Right?!" Glenn desperately pleaded. "I-indeed, being a member of archaeological expeditions is a dangerous job. There are frequent monster attacks, obstacles of nature, and unimaginable ambushes from ancient traps and guardians... with the occasional unavoidable death. As of such, I definitely won't force any of you to join!" Death. This one word that made the students skip a breath. "But this time, the place we will be exploring is that Taum Observatory... Let me reiterate, it is the F-ranked, super novice-friendly Taum Observatory. If you take all this into account, it's rather... Ah, forget it!" t r a i t o r A I Z E N 31 | 236 Glenn suddenly leapt into the air and made a twirl. "P-please save this poor sod! I beeeg of yooou!!" Two full flips, followed by a perfect landing with his limbs and head touching the ground. A stellar execution of Glenn's special personalized magic 'Double Moonsault Dogeza'. Glenn's shameless gesture rendered the whole class speechless. "Teacher, please raise your head." Breaking the silence, Lumia unhesitantly stood up. "...I wish to assist teacher in the expedition." Lumia brought her clasped hands to her chest, and, with a smile, looked Glenn straight in the eyes. Her appearance reminiscent of a saint, with a bright glow seemingly spreading out from her back. "Uhh..." Lumia's resolute appearance made Sistine, who originally planned to participate, shirk back her hands. "A-angel?!" Glenn looked up from his dogeza, and was completely entranced by Lumia's display. "Mm... I know you would definitely join in. Yeah, I am sure of it!" Finally, Glenn raised himself up triumphantly, his cheeky attitude was already beyond help. "Yes, I will do my best to help teacher write a splendid thesis... Although, I am not sure how someone inexperienced like me can really help..." "T-thesis? W-what are you talking about? I don't u-understand where you're getting at!" t r a i t o r A I Z E N 32 | 236 Returning to him faking ignorance, Glenn revealed a forced smile at Lumia. "That and, how could you not be of any help? You are well-versed in healing spells, a bare necessity to surviving in the wilderness. To tell you the truth, at the time when I was planning the expedition for the class, you were one I thought as indispensible. Thanks a bunch!" Glenn's excessive praise made Lumia let out a chuckle. Not long after Lumia, another girl spoke up. "Although I am confused about the details, I will volunteer myself for the expedition." A young girl stood up in the back, it was Riel, as she announced in her usual half- asleep, expressionless, and almost mechanical state. "I am Glenn's sword. Just leave Glenn's and Lumia's protection to me." "Y-you... Ah, forget it, your combat ability as a vanguard is unmatched... Although I sincerely doubt there will be any fights during this expedition. Either way, I'll be relying on you, Riel." "Mm." With Lumia and Riel's participation, the classroom had an air of acknowledgment like 'Ah, of course this would happen...' and 'I was certain those two would join...'. "Sisti, you should hurry up." After Lumia sat back down, she whispered to Sistine. "Ah... I know... but... Uuu..." "Sisti?" For some reason, Sistine did not look very pleased or happy. She had a complicated expression with her mouth tightly shut, seemingly with no intent to declare her participation. Lumia, on the other hand, was unsure what to make of her beloved childhood friend. Actually, Sistine Fibel was holding a slight childish grudge against Glenn. Although she really wanted to announce her participation, she would rather hear the request from t r a i t o r A I Z E N 33 | 236 Glenn himself. Basically, she was feeling jealous. Lumia... you are indispensible. I'll be relying on you, Riel. Even Lumia and Riel was directly praised to such extent by Glenn - one known for his lack of directness, the trust that existed between them and Glenn was undeniable. Certainly, if one considered their abilities, it was no wonder why Glenn would place such deep trust in them. The potency of Lumia's healing spell was not shy to any professional healers, and it was something Sistine could not compare. While the combat strength of Riel, an operative of the Imperial Court Mage Corps, was also unparalleled. Considering the dangers they might encounter on the expedition, there were no better candidates. Although they were clear choices... an indescribable feeling surged up in Sistine's heart. Simply, Glenn's public display of trust in those two left her unsatisfied and envious. J-just not long ago, I fought alongside teacher and triumphed over a powerful foe... If she were to volunteer herself, would Glenn also shower praise upon her? N-no no no... That definitely won't happen... "Ah? White Cat? You also want to come? Umm... Given how opinionated you are, I really don't want you to come along. I guess since there aren't any other volunteers, I'll just bring you along. But, please don't be a burden." Her mind could easily imagine the arrogant Glenn, speaking in a tone that would make her boil inside. Not to mention, the situation would be infinitely worse since he just openly praised and demonstrated his trust in Lumia and Riel. Uuu... B-but, I really want to go on this archaeological expedition... Sistine wanted to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather, Redolf Fibel, and become a famous archaeothaumatologist. To explore the many ruins within Alzano Empire, and to complete her grandfather's t r a i t o r A I Z E N 34 | 236 dream by solving the mystery of 'Melgalius Sky Castle' itself, were the reasons why she worked so hard in her studies of magic. That and, because of certain personal reasons, Sistine really wanted to explore the 'Taum Observatory' at least once. So to say, in Sistine's heart, she really yearned to go on this expedition. Although her heart did not lie, Sistine's pointless pride and trivial jealousy, along with not being able to directly express herself in front of Glenn, stood in the way of her announcing her intentions. What can I do? I really want to participate, but also don't want to be treated differently than Lumia and Riel, to be seen like a burden. Her eyebrows unconsciously furrowed. "Hmm... Is there anyone else interested in joining?" Glenn beckoned the students from the podium. At that moment, Glenn casted a glance toward Sistine... but Sistine was agonizing over the decision with her hand over her head, and did not notice Glenn's glance even once....T-that's right! If I think about it, experience gained on research expedition can be counted toward our total combat experience! Therefore, I can give the excuse that for the sake of gaining experience, however unwilling I am, I will wish to participate! This way, my participation will be seen as a favor to him! With the new idea in mind, Sistine recovered her usual vigor. This way, no matter how the teacher end up evaluating me, I won't lose any face! Yes, let's go with th-... Just as Sistine was about to raise her hand... "Then, count me in." Surprisingly, it was Gibul's voice. Sistine meekly drooped her head at the interruption. "Although I have no interest in teacher's continued employment. But doesn't experience gained through research expeditions counts toward our total combat experience? For the sake of building my resume, even if it is just a pointless F-ranked site, I am willing to participate." t r a i t o r A I Z E N 35 | 236 My idea was scooped...!! Sistine went back to hanging her head in frustration. Gibul got to that excuse first. "Haa... You are really a problematic kid, but it's fine. Now, anyone else?" W-what to do, what to do, what to do...?! If I use the same excuse to participate after Gibul, won't it feel very unnatural? Won't people see it as me purposely trying to hide my true desires, that I use the same excuse to pretend to be uninterested? Should I think of some other excuse? Sistine became trapped within a labyrinth of thought. At the same time, Gibul's announcement rekindled the interest in other students. "Teacher! Me! Pick me! I love these sorts of adventures! Hey, Cecil, you should come as well!" "That's right. As a prospective scholar, I am interested in archaeological sites. Teacher, can Kash and I sign up?" "Really? You do know this isn't a simple field trip, right? Well, fine, you're both in." The well-built Kash Winger and the taciturn bookworm Cecil Clayton both joined in. The total count of members is now up to five. "Ah... Teacher, m-me as well." "Hey! Teacher, if that's the case, please let me join!" Soon after, the shy and apprehensive Lynn Tittis, and the idol-like Teresa Reidy, both raised their hand in interest. "Teresa is alright, but... Lynn, are you sure you wish to join? That's a surprise, I always took you for someone quite sheltered." "T-that... I... I s-still wants t-teacher to keep t-teaching... Umm... A-although I may not be much of a help, but c-chores and stuff, I can definitely do... T-therefore, please." "Ah, is that so. Thank you Lynn, I'll be in your care." t r a i t o r A I Z E N 36 | 236 Ugh! I'm so envious of those who could clearly speak their minds! Sistine could only curse at her own lack of courage. "That's right, teacher. As for the necessary supplies of the expedition, just leave it to my house - Reidy Conglomerate, to prepare. Of course, all supplies will be prepared at cost, and I will definitely ensure it will be less expensive than anywhere else. This way, we need not have to worry about the quality of the preparatory work, and is definitely in favor of teacher considering the circumstances... Hehehe~" Glenn just blankly stared at Teresa's broad smile. "Hey, Teresa... where did you learn that the school won't cover the expenditures for this expedition?" "...Ah? What is teacher talking about?" "It is hard to refuse such beneficial conditions. But still, are you planning to expand your connections within the school and increasing your business experience? For the sake of your conglomerate's future...?" "Oh? What could you possibly mean?" "Definitely the scion of a great merchant, how scary... Either way, it will definitely be of a big help." Uuu... I am jealous of how good a reason and how clear a goal they have... Sistine continued to hang her head in displeasure. At this point, after Lynn and Teresa's joining, there was only one spot remaining. Ugh, I can't care about my pride anymore! At this point, Sistine finally broke free of her torment. I don't care what that guy thinks anymore! Other ruins aside, only Taum Observatory... only this one ruins I cannot let by! With all her strength and courage, Sistine decided to stand up to declare her intention. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 37 | 236 But just moments before she raised her hand... "Ah, that's right. About the last spot on the expedition team, to tell you all the truth, I already have decided on someone." "Wh-...!" Glenn's sudden declaration caused Sistine to freeze. Ah...? Am I... done for...? Sistine's mind turned into a field of white. "The final member, is someone that I will need on the expedition, even if I have to grovel on the ground to beg them to go." And then Glenn's glance turned towards Sistine. "...Ah?" Looking at Glenn's gaze made Sistine's heart race nonstop. "The final member is..." Glenn slowly walked over toward Sistine. He has said it before, it was someone that he was willing to grovel on the ground for. C-could it... really be...?! As Glenn approached, Sistine's heart beat faster and faster. T-teacher, even though he doesn't speak of it, within his heart... Sistine could barely contain her joy....However. Huh...? Ah?! Glenn walked right past Sistine's seat... t r a i t o r A I Z E N 38 | 236 "Wendy, the last person must be you. Could you please participate? I beg of you!" Glenn said to Wendy Nablesse, located five seats behind Sistine. Bam! Sistine's collapsed back down, and landed her forehead squarely on her desk. "How can a highly respectable lady like me go to such a rustic place?" Wendy held her face with one hand and tilted her head away, displaying a clear disinterest in the prospect. "To write a thesis, I need to decipher the words on the tablets. Perhaps there could be some new findings in the interpretation. As someone well-known to be a genius at deciphering encoded messages, I need you on the expedition." "..." Wendy quietly thought to herself "S-so? How about it? I beg of you, I will definitely vouch for your safety. A-although I am certain there would be no danger to begin with, but in one-in-a-million chance, I will definitely keep you safe. So please participate!" Glenn begged with his hand clasped. After looking at Glenn through the corner of her eyes, Wendy let out a sigh. "Haa... I really don't know what to do with you..." Wendy begrudgingly agreed to join. "It's not unusual for a noble to survey how the commoners lived, that and responding to the request of commoners is also a duty of nobles... Although I am somewhat unwilling, I will still go." "T-thank you! Wendy-chan, I love you~!" "Stop it! How disgusting! A gentlemen should not act so flirtatiously before a lady, a gentlemen is..." Wendy began to lecture the ecstatic Glenn on the meaning of gentlemen. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 39 | 236...On the other hand. "..." Sistine's time has completely froze. "Sisti, what happened...? You clearly were excited to participate in the expedition..." "Sistine? Hmm? Not responding at all... How odd." Sistine could no longer hear Lumia's worried voice or Riel's emotionless inquiries. She completely blanked out, looking back and seeing how her pointless pride has prevented her from participating in the opportunity of a lifetime. How shallow and childish she was. The surrounding students was also confused. "How come both Lumia and Riel were participating, yet Sistine was left behind?" Such peculiar development was difficult to explain. "Ah, wait! I am not done with my talk yet...!" "Uhh... Alrighty...!" Glenn backpedaled away from Wendy and returned to the podium. "With this, the expedition team is set! I thank you all for your time and assistance! Let us gather together after class to discuss the details and preparations of the expedition." As Glenn called the discussion to a close... "Hmm?" Sistine wobbled up to Glenn like an emotionless cadaver. "W-what is it, White Cat... A-are you planning to criticize me for not writing a thesis?!" Glenn reflexively took a step back from the approaching Sistine. "N-no! Its n-not my mistake, White Cat! R-rather, it is a p-problem of the system...!" t r a i t o r A I Z E N 40 | 236 However. "Uuu... Ahh..." "...?" "T-that... T-the..." Sistine's eye were filled with tears, and her mouth opened and closed repeatedly like a fish out of water. Quite evident that she was trying to say something, but the words that come out from her made little sense. "Umm... What is wrong? You are scaring me..." Sistine suppressed voice sounded angry, but at the same time, conflicted. The unusual appearance of Sistine made Glenn unable to respond. Lumia let out a pained smile from behind, and using hand signals (one of the absolutely necessary skill of a magician) to hint at Sistine's true desires, and then lowered her head in request for Glenn. "Ah... So that's how it is. And here I thought..." After a moment's pause, Glenn, who finally realized Sistine's true intentions, simply shook his head a few times, and with a pained visage, let out a long sigh. Glenn then turned to the class and announced, "Then, can I leave you to be the leader of the expedition, White Cat?" "...Mm?" At that moment, White Cat let out a surprised look at Glenn. Glenn continued, "Ah, I was obviously planning to bring you along. Regardless of whether you are willing or not, I was going to drag you along. I decided upon this from the very beginning... Yeah." "B-but, why... me?" "Umm... Regardless of how it is, I am someone who is unfamiliar with t r a i t o r A I Z E N 41 | 236 archaeothaumatology... How to put this, I need someone to consult, basically an expert I guess. Don't you fit the bill perfectly?" "E-expert? M-me?!" "Y-yeah, either way, only you I need to force to come along regardless of what you think. Even if it means abusing my power as a teacher. If you refuse this request, I will forcibly fail you... Hehehe~" "Y-you...!" Light returned to the husk-like Sistine. "T-to use grades to forcibly make students participate, y-you are a complete trash! W- why can't you just ask me normally?!" "No can do, I don't like to hold in my feelings like a certain someone, you copy?" "Uuu... F-fine! This time is an exception! D-don't think to use such unreasonable methods in the future! S-speaking of which, you only landed yourself in this dilemma because of y-your poor professionalism." Sistine angrily launched a verbal barrage, and now naturally transitioned into lecturing Glenn. But, to any outside observer, it was quite obvious that Sistine was ecstatic about being able to participate in the expedition. Haa... What a troublesome girl. This time, everyone, including Glenn, came to the same conclusion. In the week that followed. While class went on as usual, the details of the expedition, the daily travels, and the necessary supplies needed to be ironed out. Other than the meetings to discuss the details, members of the expedition also needed to complete outdoor survival training. The tasks at hand was numerous. Before long, after non-stop and grueling work, the penultimate day before the final departure has arrived. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 42 | 236 In the bustling southern district of Fejite, at a small discreet pub hidden away in the mazelike alleyways, Glenn sat on the counter. "Mm... I think the hardest part is finally over..." The enervated Glenn let himself rest on the counter. With the final preparations wrapped up today, Glenn could finally take a breather. "Although those kids still think it will be like a picnic... that should be fine, as long as I carefully watch over them." But Glenn was not in the position to force discipline upon them. As long as everyone ensure their own responsibilities... "Then..." Glenn's purpose for coming to this small pub was not for its alcohol, it was to meet up with a certain someone. But that person have yet to arrive, Glenn did arrive an hour early after all. "Hmph... I guess I got here too early." Normally, Glenn would barely arrive on time, but coincidentally he had something to do in the nearby southern district, so he arrived unusually early. "Sleepy... Is there nothing here with which I could pass the time...?" The bored Glenn rummaged through the bag at his side, and found a stack of paper within. "Hmm? This is..." He pulled out the stack of paper from the many stuff left within the bag. It was a thesis on magic. The title was 'Investigation: Regarding Taum Observatory and Spatial-Temporal Magic' "Ah... So this was the paper that headmaster mentioned. It was because of this paper t r a i t o r A I Z E N 43 | 236 that we were compelled to reinvestigate the Taum Observatory." A few days ago, Glenn used his privilege as a teacher to take out a copy of the thesis from the Academy's library, but soon forgotten it in his bag. "Speaking of which, because of how busy we have been with our preparations, I never got the opportunity to read the paper..." If a certain white-haired girl was present, she would definite shout 'that is really irresponsible of you' and begin a long lecture. "...Either way, I have some time to burn." Glenn flipped through the paper as he let out a yawn. The citations of prior research looked pretty normal. It spoke of a previous expedition and their findings at the Taum Observatory, as well as associated papers on the site, and the translations of the tablets. Overall, a pretty straight forward introduction. From the looks of it, that site really is worthless... Glenn lazily flipped through the paper. The numerous tablets within the Observatory were all translated, but none that was worth mentioning within the field of archaeothaumatology - or rather, was of benefit to the research into sorcery. The structure of the ruins has been completely analyzed, and all of the hidden chambers were well documented. There really wasn't anything left to discover at the ruins. To be worthless to such a degree, it is a rather scary thought, considering what the thesis is arguing. Glenn was now worried about how to go about writing his own thesis, and let out a yawn at the thought. When reaching the part about the author's own research and insights, the contents of the paper took a drastic turn. Taum Observatory was recognized by everyone in the magical community as a completely worthless site. Yet, the author challenged that widely held opinion, and t r a i t o r A I Z E N 44 | 236 concluded that Taum Observatory was an ancient ritual site for spatial-temporal magic, a huge magic installation. Speaking of which, how did he reach such a ridiculous conclusion? With a sarcastic smile, Glenn flipped the page with a single finger. Mastery over time and space, also known as spatial-temporal magic, was the greatest mystery of Black Magic. Because of how absurd it was, there was bound to be multiple restrictions to its activation. For example, the limitation described by magic theory. However, this thesis contested that, as long as one properly activate the installation, one would be able to freely manipulate time and space. In other words, time travel... Obviously something purely of fantasy. Ha! Clearly the author was overthinking it. If there really was a device as the author described... How to say this... Won't the world be already destroyed? Glenn unconsciously let out a chuckle. "...!...Oh?!" Slowly, Glenn became more and more absorbed in the thesis. The various different tablets and drawings showed evidence of the ancients' research into spatial-temporal magic. The different perspective toward the analysis of the expedition results: How long distance teleportation requires spirit veins, and that the similarity between the described spirit veins and the one at Taum Observatory. Theoretical study with such similarities as a basis, thought experiments, and so forth... Glenn could not help but think about what compelled the author to go to such great length for his research. The incredible concentration and imagination that went into the conjectures, almost as if perfectly building a castle in the air, attracted and excited every fiber of Glenn's attention. It convinced readers that the worthless Taum Observatory was an important ancient installation, and made readers believe its purpose was undoubtedly for spatial-temporal magic. However, the most important part of the paper, the part that tied all the theories together: the evidence of magic in the temple, was nowhere to be found. "Why? How can this happen? Was something missing from the site? Did we overlook something?" The words of the thesis permeated the distraught feelings of the author. "Ah... I have ended up reading it all at once." t r a i t o r A I Z E N 45 | 236 Glenn took a deep breath, and put away the thesis. He then took a glance at the time, and noticed he had burned more time than he expected. "But still, the report definitely would compel people to reinvestigate the site. At the same time, not one of those well-established professors was willing to take up the expedition... Certainly, no matter how well one writes a follow-up paper, it will feel like a cheap knockoff of the original." Despite not presenting any strong evidence, this thesis was undoubtedly the magnum opus of its author. The imagination and thought experiments, the carefully formulated reasoning, and the crisp conclusions were all deserving of study by others. "...So who wrote this wonderful paper?" Glenn excitedly flipped to the cover and read the author's name. 'Redolf Fibel' "Hmm? Fibel... Why does that name sound familiar..." The image of a certain talkative platinum-haired girl began to float into his mind... Just at that moment. "What a rare occurrence, it's rare to see you arriving earlier than me." "Wah!" The sudden cool voice that rang out from behind his back gave Glenn a scare. Glenn quickly caught the thesis he reflexively dropped, and glared at the youth with critical eyes. "D-don't scare me like that, Albert!" "You are too careless. If I were an assassin, I would've killed you three times over." The cool youth, Albert, emotionlessly replied. It was a scheduled day for their periodic exchange of Intel. "I've heard you gotten yourself into something troublesome, Glenn." t r a i t o r A I Z E N 46 | 236 "Ah, that is..." "Hmph, to need your students to cover for your mistakes, you are honestly beyond help." After the sharp criticism, Albert sat himself next to Glenn. Of course, Albert was well aware where Glenn will be heading tomorrow, his cool appearance contained a tinge of anger and frustration. "Uhh... N-no... That is, some special circumstances developed on my end..." "..." Albert did not care for Glenn's excuses, but silently gestured to the bartender, to which a glass of brandy that slid down the counter into Albert's hand. "Haa... You bastard is really merciless." Glenn also gestured for a glass of brandy. With drinks in hand, the two exchanged details about recent developments - The current situation of the Imperial Government, the movements of the military, as well as news from the magic academy. Overall, a very professional exchange of Intel. "Speaking of which, Albert, were there any movements from that organization?" Glenn shifted the topic to one of his interest. "Those people... Lately, they have been unusually calm..." That organization they were discussing was the one that targeted the disowned princess, the forbidden ability user Lumia, and would go to any lengths to capture her - the cult that called themselves the 'Researchers of Divine Wisdom'. "But they did make an attempt on the princess a few days ago." "W-what?! Is that true?!" The unexpected answer led to Glenn's sudden outburst, an outburst that echoed in the t r a i t o r A I Z E N 47 | 236 quiet pub. "...Calm yourself. Don't let something as petty as this disturb your cool." "Yes..." Albert kept his usual cool, and quietly sipped his glass of brandy. "So what happened exactly?" After a pause, Glenn asked Albert. "We discovered it early, and have quietly disposed of the ones involved." Albert briskly replied, almost as if nothing has happened. To which, Glenn let out a long sigh. "Ah, how to say this. With you around, we can really sleep without a worry." Glenn took a sip of brandy, the liquid was tasteless in his mouth. "Likely it was some eager members operating on their own. There were no high ranking member among them, and their overall skill was pitifully low. They were all complete and utter trash." "But, as long as we have you standing guard, no matter how strong the enemy, they are nothing more than trash. Isn't that right?" Glenn then shrugged his shoulders at Albert's silence. It was quite unimaginable that something like this happened in the city without his awareness. Glenn was originally a member of the Imperial Court Mage Corps. Although only a measly third-ranked magician, he can always pull through in life and death battles. But compared to that, Albert was able to clean everything up without the notice of Glenn. While his actions was less disruptive, it was somewhat terrifying to be guarded in the shadows. "Since then, those people do not seem to have any major movements. For the time being, it can be said that the princess is safe." "I-is that so..." With the wonderful news, Glenn relaxed his expression, only to have Albert rain on his parade. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 48 | 236 "But, by the Intel we got from the higher-ups, it seems that the organization has taken to a new direction. One can rather say, they are preoccupied so as to ignore the princess for now." "New direction...?" "That's correct. The organization has realigned its focus on a new direction, and have a new goal at hand. We are unsure of the details. 'Hermit' and 'Hierophant' are looking into it." "..." "That and, recently, Jatice Lowfan's movement are quite concerning." Jatice Lowfan: The ex-operative of the Imperial Court Mage Corps that was responsible for the tragedy that unfolded around Glenn and Sistine during the previous month. A complete and utter madman. "The Jatice that faked his own death, and then hid away for over a full year before returning... After that encounter with you, he seemed to be active in the regions around Fejite, wiping out anyone with relations to the Researchers of Divine Wisdom... occasionally getting innocent civilians involved in his rampage." The topic instantly made Glenn's stomach churn. Jatice was a dangerous individual who believed in his own form of justice. If necessary, he would not hesitate to murder innocents, and would not be ridden with any guilt, for he earnestly believed his actions to reflect 'justice'. "Just his morning, the Court Mage Division sent out a subjugation force to the eastern regions to eliminate Jatice. In the ensuing battle, the force was completely wiped, falling completely for his trap." "Darn him... He is acting hostile to both the empire and the cultists, just what exactly is he trying to achieve?" The sound of Glenn's fist smashing at the counter echoed in the empty pub. "I am not sure, but it feels like he is searching for something. It also seemed like he is purposely revealing himself, baiting others into attacking him." t r a i t o r A I Z E N 49 | 236 "That bastard..." With an unusual interest in Glenn, Jatice was someone hard to figure out. Rather, it would be unthinkable for a normal person to understand the thoughts of a madman. "In the past few years, the conflict with the neighboring Kingdom of Rezalia has been heating up. Just recently, the sudden rise and maneuvers of the extreme right party - Order of Saint Carol, made the inquisition more aggressive with clamp down on religious texts. Regardless, there were too much going on for the military to pay attention." Just then, Albert calmly changed the topic. "After the higher-ups' deliberations, it was decided that for a while, the protection of the princess to be wholly given to the 'Chariot', and I will be summoned back to headquarters. Once my orders are complete, I will return at the earliest time possible... Sorry." "You are being called back from Fejite? I guess the personnel shortage is quite real..." Such was the case for Glenn back in the days as well. As among the strongest of the Imperial Court Mage Corps, Albert could easily complete many difficult missions, and was a favorite among the top brass of the military. It was not the least due in part to how he could coldly execute any task assigned to him. "It can't be helped. Neither the enemy nor we have infinite military power at our disposal. If no fish is going to bite the 'bait', then there won't be a need for a 'fisherman' to stand by. Although saying it like this leaves a bad aftertaste." Bait. Albert said with a tinge of sarcasm, but sadly it reflected the thoughts of the military and the government. Lumia was the 'bait' for the hostile organization to reveal their cards. As of such, she could not freely decide to withdraw from school. She had to remain in the most conspicuous Magic Academy, where to the military and government, she served both as 'bait' and 'surveillance target'. If something were to happen, she could also turn into 'target for elimination'. Additionally, by keeping her among magicians, her unique abilities would not be easily revealed to others. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 50 | 236 With such distasteful methods, Alicia the Seventh must be worried sick for her beloved daughter. Speaking of which, why have the Researchers of Divine Wisdom... changed their focus...? To this very day, the Researchers of Divine Wisdom would use every trick in their arsenal to get their hands on Lumia - dead or alive. It was not wrong to think that for the sake of a certain goal of theirs, the Researchers of Divine Wisdom needed to get their hands on the unique ability holder Lumia. Yet, the organization now was up to something else... certainly a matter worthy of concern. Was Lumia no longer an essential target to their plans? Glenn's anxiety began to rise rapidly at the realization. During the last field trip, the Project: Revive Life incident... Did I overlook something? Worrisome matters kept on piling up. Yet no matter how hard they thought about it, there was not a single lead to follow. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 51 | 236 Under the crumbling starry night. I reminisced as I sprinted down the endless 'Corridor of Stars' alone, of when I first arrived in this world, of my most distant memories.......That time, I suddenly opened my eyes. Stretched out before me was a madder red sky burning as far as the eye can see, my skin itched from the parched air as I lay atop the scorched wasteland. I was seemingly involved in some sort of incident. My body was covered with terrible wounds, and blood soaked my skin. My clothes also lay in tatters, with too few pieces to identify its original design. What worried me the most was that I had no recollection of the events past. Who am I, what I did, why am I here... Even now, I still remembered nothing. Amnesia. Because of some incident I was involved in, I lost all my prior memory. And there was nothing to help me remember my identity. As one without my memory, it can be said that I was without a refuge. Memories were the chains that tether a person to the world they live in. Without memories, I would slow fade away from this world with the passage of time. Just as I grew anxious at the prospect, the other me - a voice from deep within my soul - whispered to me. "I am... Heavens (Celica)..." It was my only remaining memory, the one memory which defines my existence, the t r a i t o r A I Z E N 52 | 236 name for which I can call myself. It was, above all else, my only refuge. The memory that proved I was connected to this world, that I did not appear spontaneous from the aether. Yes, You... I, am Celica. You... I, must fulfill my mission. After receiving my own name, under the guidance of the 'voice', the time that has once stopped began to move again. From then on. I, Celica Arfonia, began to wander in this endless nightmare....Those were the events that transpired four centuries ago. The day of the expedition has finally arrived. Under the gray sky and shrouded in morning mist, Glenn and his expedition team departed from Fejite in a grand double-decker carriage. "The breeze is quite nice..." "Mm..." Sistine sat at the corner of the upper deck, gently held down her long hair blowing in the wind. Besides her sat Lumia, who nodded with a smile. After passing through Fejite's northern gate, what greeted them was a vast expanse of farmland. The cool and fresh air gave everyone a wonderful sense of nature. The carriage travelled down the Arugoo Highway, connecting Fejite to the imperial capital Orlando. The meandering north-northeast highway extended all the way to the horizon. To their right were towering hills, and to their left were dense forests, with snow-capped t r a i t o r A I Z E N 53 | 236 mountain range visible far behind the sea of trees. When they lift their heads, they could see the clear blue sky, with the occasional puffy white clouds floating by. The smell of the soil and grass tickled their noses, punctuated by the calls of an eagle soaring above. At a next bend of the road, they saw a heard of sheep grazing on the grass. The picturesque journey soothed their souls. "It's nice to experience the outdoors once in a while." "Ah, yes. The air is so fresh..." Wendy and Lynn, who also sat on the upper deck, remarked. "So many... fat... sheep." Riel seemingly was very absorbed with the sheep herd. Sitting next to Lumia, her sleepy eyes stared attentively at the herd below. "Hey, Sisti, if all goes according to plan, should we be arriving at the site just around sundown?" Lumia asked Sistine as she reflected on the itinerary. "That's right. ’Taum Observatory' is surprisingly close. Until we arrive, let us fully enjoy this leisurely trip." Sistine replied with a smile. But, as if she remembered something unpleasant, her smile slowly vanished from her face. "Speaking of which, despite the wonderful view up here, teacher and the others are..."...Cooped up on the lower deck. Those sitting above could only give a long sigh. Down below, a life and death struggle took place. "How's this! Heart flush!" t r a i t o r A I Z E N 54 | 236 "Oh? Hehehe... Sorry, teacher, I got a full house. I guess it's my win?" "Haa?! How can it be?!" "Really?! To have hidden such a hand! Teresa is strong!" Glenn, Teresa, and the boys were sitting around the table, playing a game of five card stud. "Looks like I am sweeping the pool again~" Teresa collected the large pile of chips on the table. "Heh... Everyone, aren't you all glad that the bets are not with real money?" The amicable banter of Teresa made everyone tremble. "Darn it! How can this be...? Even I, who was known to be the legendary gambler of the Imperial Casinos, lost?!" Being completely demolished by Teresa, Glenn hanged his head in defeat. Gibul, who, at the beginning of the game, confidently remarked that 'Card games are not purely luck, it is a game of calculation and probability.' was also... "N-no way! S-speaking from probability and statistics, such a situation is impossible!" His face reflected his humiliation, with sweats pouring down his head. "There really is such a thing as 'divine luck'... Ah, Teresa, could you lend me another ten chips." "D-definitely worthy of being a merchant's daughter... Ah, I would like ten chips as well." Kash and Cecil, who were completely defeated by Teresa, gave up on the senseless struggle against fate. D-darn it! How is it that I lost?! Even after I pulled those tricks! Glenn howled in his heart. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 55 | 236 Certainly, Glenn was cheating. Forced shuffling, hand mucking, false dealing - Glenn was pulling every trick to merciless defeat his students, far from the adult he was supposed to be... Yet, luck did not seem to be with him… M-my technique was perfect, so how could this be?! For example, when Glenn was the dealer, he would purposely deal a poor hand to Teresa, but after she swap just a few cards, her hand would turn into something incredible, almost as if a superior power was guiding her from behind. Darn it! So far, I didn't deal myself too strong a hand to avoid arousing suspicion, but as things stand, I can't worry about that anymore! I will use my greatest technique to bury Teresa once and for all! The next round. Glenn happened to be the dealer and, using all his tricks in the shuffle, controlled the cards each student received. P-perfect! Hahaha...! This time, I'm going to win for sure! Glenn looked at his hand, and flashed a miscreant smile. Four sevens with a wild card, under their rules, a five of a kind hand. A secret (and cheap) technique taught to him by Bernard 'the Hermit' during his time in the Imperial Court Mage Corps. Although still far from pulling off the Royal Straight Flush like master, this time I am sure to win! Die, Teresa! The arrogant Glenn easily went all-in with his hand. "Ah...? The hand doesn't look very promising..." Teresa took a glance at her hand, and then discarded all her cards without an ounce of hesitation. "Teacher, deal me five." t r a i t o r A I Z E N 56 | 236 ?! What Teresa discarded just then was a four of a kind purposely dealt by Glenn. Although it was below Glenn's five of a kind, the hand itself was not bad at all. A-after only a glance, to discard her entire hand?! With a sense of foreboding, Glenn shakily dealt five new cards to Teresa... "Oh? A Royal Straight Flush." "Y-you got to be kidding me!!" Teresa let out a small chuckle as she revealed her hand: Ten, Jack, Queen, King, and Ace of Spades. Faced with the strongest hand, Glenn threw the deck of cards into the air in a fit of tantrum, and began to scream in frustration. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 57 | 236 "Seriously, what is happening down there?" Sistine remarked and let out an angry sigh after hearing the noise from below. "To gamble against Teresa is a fool's errand... Her inhuman luck could easily overcome any tricks." Wendy replied with a 'may they rest in peace' attitude. "Umm, I am really sorry for all the ruckus my companions are causing..." Sistine turned and apologized to the carriage driver. The coachman was hired together with the carriage. "..." Dressed in a hooded long robe that reached all the way down to the foot, the coachman only took a quick glimpse at Sistine, and then gave a slight nod. The hood completely covered the eyes, so it was hard to make out his expressions. But either way, it doesn't seem the coachman was particular about the noisy passengers. After seeing the coachman's accommodating response, Sistine was able to regain her usual calm. At that moment. "Speaking of which, there does seem to be quite a lot of ancient structures in the empire... Like, what is that?" Wendy noted as she peered out from the side of the carriage and pointed at the object below. The sides of the road were dotted by numerous stone steles, known to be remnants of the past. Not just stone steles, but also stone circles, castle ruins, and ancient tombs. Ever since the expedition has departed from Fejite, there were all over the land, in sizes large and small. Although the northern region was known for many small sites, the empire as a whole was not much different. "From what I recall, Alzano Empire was built upon the site of a previous civilization - the one known to be incredibly advanced in sorcery." "Yes, I have heard of that as well." Wendy confirmed Lynn's statement. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 59 | 236 "That's right! Let us talk about that advanced sorcerous civilization!" Sistine hijacked the conversation with her excitement barely contained. "Just as Wendy and Lynn said, on the site that the empire was founded, or roughly the northeastern region of the North Selford Continent, there used to be a civilization highly advanced in sorcery. From the numerous ruins, paintings, and tablets that lie all over the empire, to the verbal history and songs of the nomadic tribes in the south, then to the numerous sorcerous relics unearthed in ruins, all point squarely to its existence! The civilization was estimated to have started from..." Sistine began to lecture endlessly without anyone's prompting. "Ugh, here it comes: the archaeology otaku..." "Sorry, Wendy. Sistine is like a different person whenever this topic is brought up." Lumia sheepishly smiled and apologized to the somewhat annoyed Wendy. "...And so, before the holy calendar was adopted, history was separated into the metachron, the theochron, the anachron, the early, mid, and late paleochron, and the early and late neochron. From archaeological evidence, the advanced sorcerous civilization flourished between early to mid paleochron, or roughly between the eighth millennium and fourth millennium before the holy calendar. As we are currently in the year 1853 of the holy calendar, we are talking about a civilization with an understanding of magic that surpassed ours over fifty-eight hundred years ago! Isn't that amazing?! Fifty-eight hundred years! It's something really hard to believe." "Oh, I have a question." Wendy asked while showing a tinge of annoyance. Seemingly Sistine's excitement finally forced others to just follow along rather than resist. "I was always slightly baffled by this, but what exactly is an advanced sorcerous civilization? Why do we not just call it an advanced magic civilization? From purely a definition standpoint, if I remember correctly..." Magic and Sorcery. Although the two words are synonyms, their meanings were vastly different. While both could exert an effect on the surrounding world, the ones that could not be explained by the prevailing magical and physical theories are referred to t r a i t o r A I Z E N 60 | 236 as 'Sorcery', and the ones that could were referred to as 'Magic'. As an example, a sorcerous spell would be one where a cookie was spontaneously created out of thin air, while a magic spell would be one where the a cookie was created from its basic ingredients through alchemy. In short, unlike sorcery, as long as one works hard enough to learn the prerequisite knowledge, one can easily perform magic. "That's right, Wendy. The dictionary's definition is quite accurate." Sistine proudly answered with her chest puffed. "What the ancients called magic, to our modern eyes, are no different from sorcery - an incredible power we cannot come to fathom. Their civilization was built upon spells in which our meager knowledge could not hope to understand, and for that reason, we refer to them as a sorcerous civilization." "Speaking of which, if I remember correctly..." Lynn joined in on the conversation, "About the artifacts that were recovered from the civilization's ruins - the sorcerous relics. After repeated research and experimentation, researchers were able to identify their function, and could activate the sorcery as long as they follow the accepted procedure. However, as far as their construction and the theories that governed their function was concerned, such as how they casted the sorcery, or what is the underlying mechanism for its activation, all remained unanswered. Was that about right?" "Precisely! Which is why archaeothaumatologists refer to the magic that we, the modern people, learn as 'Modern magic', while refer the inexplicable magic used by the ancients as 'ancient magic'." With that said, Sistine gazed at the skies above Fejite and toward the mirage-like floating castle tucked away between the clouds. "It was postulated that the sky castle itself was among the many structures constructed by 'ancient magic'." Everyone followed her gaze to the sky castle. "I want to solve the mystery of the ancient civilization. Questions like 'why did the ancients build a floating castle?', 'why did they hid it in the gap between dimensions?', 'what secrets lie within the castle?', 'what exactly is ancient magic?', and 'how did such an advanced civilization meet its demise?', I hope to one day know the answers." One day, for sure, I will reach the sky castle and see for myself the scene that my grandfather yearned till his dying breath. "Then, good luck with that dream!" Wendy smiled wryly at the determined Sistine. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 61 | 236 "Thank you, Wendy. I should also mention..." Sistine once again restarted her lecture on archaeology. The others could only flash a complicated expression in response, and soon, everyone sat through another long monologue... "...And so it was, the wise King Crowe the First was able to unify the neighboring land using the might of sorcery, and established the sorcerous kingdom of Melgalius, a dynasty that remained in power for four millennium." "W-wait a moment!" Suddenly noticing the unusual surroundings, Wendy interrupted Sistine's discourse and asked. "W-where... are we heading?" "Ah...?" At Wendy's reminder, Sistine also came to be perplexed by the change. Looking around, they noticed the carriage was now driving in the forest originally to their left. Behind them, the hills that had flanked their journey were barely visible at the edge of the horizon. The highway they had been travelling on has long turned to a small dirt road. While busily chatting away atop the carriage, they didn't notice when the carriage has already left the highway, and travelling toward an unfamiliar destination. "Hey! Wait a minute, coachman! This is not the route we agreed upon!" Sistine hastily rushed to the front of the carriage and questioned the coachman. But, the coachman remained silent as he continued to drive the carriage. "This is the wrong way! If we leave the highway and head into the forests..." The trip will risk danger. Steam powered transportation only existed in the north of the empire, within the Iteria Region. Elsewhere, geographical conditions or the lack of railroads precluded its possibility. As of such, much of the transportation between cities was carried out by carriages. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 62 | 236 The empire personally maintained the few important highways, and would periodically send out the expeditions to clear out any monsters nearby, or even casted anti-monster wards. As of such, the imperial highways were comparatively safe, with the fields and hills nearby the highways have long been subjugated by humans. However, conversely speaking, if one would depart from the designated highways, the surroundings would quickly grow dangerous. Especially the deep forests, the natural caves, and the mountain ranges on the borderlands, places that lay untouched from human civilization, where many dangerous monsters live. Granted, there were few monster sightings in this region, but it was still foolish to depart from the safety of highways. "Please head back! Quickly!" Sistine, who was worried about everyone's safety, could not help but shout. "..." However, the coachman continued to ignore Sistine's pleas, and silently led the carriage forward. "W-wait, why are you...?! Stop!" By now, to not elicit a single response from the coachman, something was clearly abnormal. "W-what is going on?! W-who exactly are you?!" Sistine grew more and more impatient. At the same time, in the undergrowth of the forest, to the left of the carriage... Plop plop plop... The sight of numerous shadows approaching. "Huh? What?! Could it be...?!" Sistine frustratedly cried. Countless silhouettes leapt out from the bushes, and quickly enveloped the carriage from the front and behind. With their swift movement, the carriage was soon t r a i t o r A I Z E N 63 | 236 surrounded. Neeeigh! The horse, startled by the sudden appearance, came to an abrupt halt, and began to whine loudly. The true identity of the attacker was... "S-Shadow Wolves?!" The carriage was fully encircled by ten or so shadow wolves. Shadow wolves were known to have knife-like teeth and claws, with eyes that struck fear deep into the heart of their pray. Covered from head to toe in jet black fur, they were commonly sighted in forests, but it did not take away from the danger they impose. Beyond the razor-sharp teeth and claws, the shadow wolf exhibited an almost unparalleled agility. No matter if it was with weapons or spells, unless the user was a battle-tested veteran, landing a solid hit was nearly impossible. "I have never known such dangerous monsters can appear around here... Coachman, what exactly is your intention for bringing us here...?!" "..." Yet, the coachman, without a single motion, remained silent and held tightly onto the reins to prevent the horse from running wild. "Ugh...!" Sistine clenched her teeth in anger, but now was not the time to interrogate the coachman. They needed to first ensure everyone's safety. Shadow Wolves. The only reason they are categorized as monsters and not beasts is because of their unique ability. The ability of 'Fear Detection'. The shadow wolf could intuitively know whether it's target is in fear of it, and by extension, know whether the prey is an easy target. "Everyone, do not fear! If you fear, then..." Sistine tried to warn everyone, but it was t r a i t o r A I Z E N 64 | 236 already too late. "Ahh... M-monsters.... T-there are so many..." "Uuu... W-why must this happen to me...!!" Lynn and Wendy were shaking uncontrollably, the colors drained from their faces. Their reaction was rather expected. Despite being magicians, we have always lived sheltered lives, away from the dangers of the world. To suddenly be thrusted into a circle of ferocious monsters, one would find a hard time maintaining calm. Even I am utterly terrified before such a sight. Sistine took deep breathes to try to calm her racing heart, biting down hard on her teeth to hide her fear. The situation was quickly turning from bad to worse. Once the shadow wolves were set on a target, they would become highly aggressive, borderline suicidal. They would completely shrug off any injuries and devote all their attention to launching a barrage of attacks. Possibly smelling the fear that emanated from the girls, the wolf directly before them lowered its body and entered into an attack stance. The wolves seemingly recognized the group before them as easy prey, and have begun to search for the opportunity to pounce. No matter how many magic bolts are shot at them, the wolves would dodge them with their incredible agility, and go straight for the girls neck. "Sisti, are you alright?" "I-I am good. But, speaking of which, what happened to Riel?" "Not good. I tried to wake her earlier, but it seems that she is completely asleep." At such a critical moment, the most reliable person was comfortably napping on Lumia's lap. "I think it was because of how excited she was for the expedition, she wasn't able to sleep at all last night." "Haa... And I had to pick topics that were confusing for her..." Sistine could not help but t r a i t o r A I Z E N 65 | 236 let out a sigh. While she may be a veteran soldier and the bodyguard for Lumia, at her very core she was just a young girl. Everyone wished she would act more her age, so it was hard for anyone to fault her this time. "I doubt they will risk coming after us atop the carriage, but we will be stuck here if they finish off the horse. So at the very least, we need to defend the horse." Sistine stared bitterly at the shadow wolf, "Coachman, while I still have many questions for your inexplicable actions, but the situation is becoming dangerous. It would be best if you come up to the upper deck so that we can protect you..." "Stop! You bastards!" Bam! The window of the carriage was swung open with a bang. Glenn, who has finally noticed something was amiss, peered out from the window. "You bastards! How dare you lay a hand on my students?!" Glenn declared with his arms crossed on his chest, "Let me send you all to your makers! Now!" With one foot on the windowsill, he leapt out of the carriage. "Hmph!" Just as Glenn landed after performing a triple somersault... Crack! His right foot made a weird sound. "..." For a few seconds, Glenn remained in his prideful pose, "Uuu... Ouuuch!! Ahhh!!" but it quickly collapsed with him holding his feet in agony, rolling back and forth on the ground. "Ahhh!! The pain, the pain!!" "Hey! W-what exactly are you trying to pull?! To attempt such a stunt on a ground as uneven as this, are you an idiot?!" Sistine held her head in disbelief. The teacher was really useless in an emergency. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 66 | 236 "Sisti! Not good! The teacher...!" "Ah, right! Darn it!" Lumia's worried cry brought Sistine back to reality. Sistine and the others are safe, because they stayed inside the carriage. But for the idiotic Glenn who leapt out and injured himself, the shadow wolves won't let such an opportunity pass by. Growl! Three shadow wolves turned their focus to the defenseless Glenn and pounced. "Ugh! Pierce, lance of light!" Sistine hastily chanted an offensive spell to intercept the approaching shadow wolf. However, the wolf easily dodged Sistine's attack with a slight hop, and continued its charge at Glenn, with its sharp teeth and claws mere inches away from Glenn's flesh. "T-Teacher?!" Sistine shouted frantically at what was about to unfold. "Thy crimes match mine At the crossroad of dusk Methinks of thee." Suddenly, an unfamiliar chant sounded next to Sistine, soon followed by a terrible whirlwind. Uuu! Kyuu! Kyaa! The three wolves that were attacking Glenn were torn asunder. "...Ah?!" Sistine could only gasp in surprise. "...Hmm?" Before anyone noticed, the coachman moved to protect Glenn. "..." Standing before the Glenn who was planning to pull out a pistol in defense, the coachman carried a sword at the ready. Likely, the coachman pulled the sword from under the large hooded robe. The sword was a longsword, one commonly favored by knights on horseback from a t r a i t o r A I Z E N 67 | 236 time long past. It boasted a strong first strike but was known to be quite unwieldy. In a modern age, where the emphasis had shifted to slender blades that was light and agile, the obsolete longsword was somewhat of a rare sight on the battlefield. T-that coachman was a swordsman? No, just earlier... Sistine was absorbed by the sword's beautiful craftsmanship. Even Sistine, who was unfamiliar with swords, could tell at a single glance that the longsword was a masterpiece. It was a sword, made not of the prized wootzsteel of the empire, but of a material far, far above - the sorcerous metal, mithril. A sword that was made by the repeated honing a material whose strength and sharpness lie far above mere iron. At a glance, the length of the sword gave a slight sense of unwieldiness, but at the same time, the sharpness of the blade was second to none, with a faint bluish glow emitting from the surface. The mirror-like smoothness showed no sign of wear, with a crossguard richly decorated with precious metal. As a weapon, it was lethal beyond compare, and as a work of art, it was captivating to all who see. The sword was the perfect mixture of practicality and beauty - the undeniable magnum opus of its swordsmith. The coachman clenched the sword tightly while glared at the wolves. "How... To think you are here." After seeing the sword, Glenn slowly stood up while shaking his head in annoyance. "Tsk... I guess I could just do nothing and leave the rest to you?" Glenn holstered his pistol and said after turning his back to the coachman. The coachmen's head slightly turned and glanced at Glenn. Although both eyes are obscured by the hood, one can see the corners of the mouth upturned, revealing a slight smile. At that moment, the coachman suddenly vanished from sight, leaving a few blades of grass fluttering in the wind. Kyaa! Kyuu!? Two shadow wolves collapsed onto the ground, letting out a final cry as they fell. The coachman stood nearby, seemingly at the end of a sword swing, but even that was a mere afterimage. t r a i t o r A I Z E N 68 | 236 Kyaa!! At the blink of an eye, a pained cry followed the collapse of another wolf. The attacks were incredibly fast, so much so that even the sound of the swing could barely be heard. "W-what exactly is happening?!" The shadow wolves that stood in a circle were cut down one after another in a counterclockwise fashion - a scene that could only be described as a one-sided slaughter. The coachman would seemingly vanish from one corner of the eye only to reappear at the other. Sistina could barely keep up with the coachman's movements and occasional flash of reflected light from the sword. Even the monsters barely had enough time to comprehend the events that unfolded. One by one they fell. The spectacle was as if Death had descended upon the battlefield, striking down all who dared to stand against it with lightning precision. Yet, this time, Death took on the appearance of a lowly coachman. Kyaa?! After losing two-thirds of their number, the shadow wolves have finally realized how terrifying of an opponent they were facing. They took advantage their superior teamwork and surrounded the coachman, launching an attack from all sides. As their claws and teeth approached, the coachmen turned slightly, raised the sword, and... A flash of light. Kyuuaa!! Four streaks of silver flew through the air at the same time, and the four wolves that leapt were cut into pieces. "I-Incredible! W-what amazing skill!" The coachman's swordsmanship was strong, fast, and ferocious. The concise strikes that delivered the maximum damage were exemplary of the swordsmanship practiced by knights of the previous era. At the same time, the footwork and sword skills were t r a i t o r A I Z E N 69 | 236 frequently seen as simplistic, inflexible, and lacking in diversity in the modern era. However, the coachman was able to use those sword skills to their maximum potential, a clear reflection of the tens upon tens of thousands of hours that went into its polish, turning a simplistic move into a terrifying weapon. Before the raw power, all the skills of all the styles could be seen as naught but child's play. "I have never seen such strong sword skills in my life before..." Sistine could not help but become entranced by the coachman's movements. "Silly, that isn't a sword skill. That is magic." Glenn said while leaning on the carriage with his hands behind his head. "Ah? Magic?" "Modified White Magic [Load Experience]... A spell that taps into the accumulated memories of an object, and lend it to its user." Glenn calmly explained as he watched the coachma

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