Chapter 171: Seventeen’s Summer (3)
Margette Wiseman.
The official disciple of the Magic Duke, master of the Imperial Magic Tower, and one of the two Magic Marquises.
Her silver hair fell softly. The monocle magic glasses she wore over her eyes sparkled, and her blue eyes flashed with blue mana.
“Lourens?”
And now.
The wizard, effectively exiled as the headmaster of the leisurely Märchen Academy in the southern part of the empire, asked sharply.
“Yes, Headmaster. If you hear the name, you’ll know……”
The administrative officer who came to deliver the message from the academy gatekeeper was sweating profusely.
Even though Headmaster Wiseman wasn’t using any force, knowing her past and who she was, he couldn’t treat her carelessly.
“Lourens, Lourens.”
Wiseman frowned and repeated the name.
“Let him in.”
“Yes, Headmaster.”
The administrative officer hurriedly bowed and left as if running away.
It wasn’t the first or second time people around her acted like that, and Wiseman, seemingly accustomed to it, picked up her pen without a care.
“That Lourens came all the way here to find me.”
A smile spread across her lips.
Wheeik—
As Wiseman looked at the hanger, a pure white cloak flew on its own and settled on her shoulders.
It was the Seven Star Cloak, embroidered with seven stars, that only the Marquises of the empire could wear.
Wheeik—
Wiseman, who lightly brushed off her cloak with magic, put the pen she was holding in her pocket and approached the window.
From afar, she could see Lourens pulling a carriage from the entrance of the academy.
“What kind of troublemaker is he trying to bring this time?”
Her smile began to twist, and she clenched her fist so tightly that her nails dug into her skin.
“Or does he want to attack me again?”
Lourens, the head of the Special Intelligence Division, who had dragged her out of her rightful place at the top of the magic tower, was walking right into her hands.
Wiseman intended to accept whatever it was with pleasure.
Because she was going to do something about it anyway.
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“Crazy…”
Wiseman lived acknowledging that she was quite a crazy person.
An ordinary person couldn’t become a Magic Duke, so she had always taken pride in the fact that she was much better off being crazy.
“So, how could I not pick up a hero who fell from the sky holding ‘Summer’ in front of me?”
Lourens and Anje stood side by side.
Opposite them, Wiseman looked down at Cain, who was lying between them, with a bewildered look.
“The true hero acknowledged by ‘Summer’.”
Wiseman couldn’t help but admit that she was at least more normal than those two.
The way he lay straight, clutching the holy sword, ‘Summer’, made him look like the mummies of ancient knights sometimes excavated from tombs.
Lourens smiled at her.
“After much thought, I realized that you, Headmaster Wiseman, are the closest and most reliable person to handle this.”
He himself knew that it was a shameless request, but it was a matter that concerned the safety of the empire, so he had no choice.
It was the same for Wiseman.
“Unless you’re taking him straight to Lord Duke, I’m the right person. The location is also a secluded academy city in the southern part of the empire, so there are no priests.”
“Yes. If we take him to the capital, how wide would the eyes of the Holy See be, watching us?”
“Even so……”
Wiseman’s calm tone wavered. She frowned and finally shouted.
“You brought a living hero here?!”
“There was no other way.”
“How can you be so sure that I’ll let you leave here alive?”
Crack—
Wiseman’s teeth gritted.
Lourens desperately avoided her fiery blue eyes.
Seeing how the head of the Special Intelligence Division and the Magic Marquis seemed quite close and seemed to have some kind of past, Anje poked Lourens in the waist and whispered.
“Is there something I don’t know about?”
“There is.”
The answer came from Magic Marquis Wiseman.
She brushed her silky, fine silver hair back as if in frustration and checked Cain’s chest.
Looking at Agweska, which was half broken and stuck in, and Cain’s wounds, she replied.
“It was that man who exiled me, who was in the magic tower, to this secluded Märchen.”
“Exi… exiled? Ah, ah!”
Anje stepped back as she repeated the words.
Knowing full well what kind of woman Magic Marquis Margette Wiseman was, she asked Lourens with her mouth agape.
“Don’t tell me, Captain, you were the one who handled the ‘Night of the Wizard’ incident that happened last time……”
However, as if it was even difficult to mention that horrifying incident, Anje trailed off.
Lourens shrugged as if it were nothing.
“Of course.”
“No, wasn’t that incident resolved by the Sword Tower’s 〈Order of Summer〉 dispatched by Knight Lord Duke?!”
Wiseman looked back and forth between Anje and Lourens and then burst out laughing.
“This friend of yours doesn’t know anything. She’s your subordinate, so you should let her know.”
“Members of the Special Intelligence Division don’t need to know anything other than the information they handle. Knowing it will only get their heads chopped off.”
“Still, she seems to be your direct subordinate. Then shall I tell her, Lourens of the 〈Order of Summer〉?”
Anje’s eyes widened as if they were about to rip.
She couldn’t even imagine that Lourens, the head of the Imperial Special Intelligence Division, was a member of the 〈Order of Summer〉.
Lourens smiled bitterly, as if he had expected Wiseman to leak the information.
“Well, it just happened that way.”
“Then the reason we were dispatched to Airian was……”
“Knight Lord Duke originally intended to take the entire Sword Tower’s 〈Order of Summer〉 with him, but His Majesty stopped him and I ended up going as the advance team. Of course, I didn’t know that the advance team would bring the hero back like this.”
“By any chance, Captain, you’re not a Knight Marquis or a Knight Count, are you?”
Lourens raised his index finger and put it to his lips. Then, with a light wink, he pointed to Wiseman.
“Shh. Let’s hear from Headmaster Wiseman from now on.”
“……Yes.”
Anje lowered her head at Lourens’s firm attitude that he couldn’t say anything more.
Wiseman, who had deliberately created such a situation, at first enjoyed their conversation, but now she was really concentrating on Cain’s wounds.
“This sword is strange.”
Whooong—
She raised a blue mana similar to her eyes and picked up the jet-black blade stuck in Cain’s chest.
Wooouuu—
As soon as the mana touched it, a wailing sound rang out, as if hundreds of thousands of screams were gathered together.
Truly, ‘despair’.
At the screams that seemed to have gathered all the despair in the world, the three faces became serious.
“Besides, there’s a strange curse on it. Looking at this level of sophistication, it’s not something that the famous elves of Airian can even touch, so…… the Demon King?”
Wiseman froze for a moment.
Examining the curse inscription that was stuck directly into Cain’s heart through the blade, she felt as if her breath was taken away by the overwhelming power.
Beautiful and elegant.
She couldn’t help but think of the Demon King at the curse inscription, which was so perfect that it seemed to measure the breadth of the entire world with its two arms in the middle of the sky without any ground.
“……Demon King.”
Lourens mimicked her last words.
He should have noticed the moment Cain, who was rumored to be so strong in Airian, was stabbed and fell off the cliff.
Who would do this to the hero?
“They say that when ‘Summer’ chooses its owner, the Demon King appears, and it seems that this time the Demon King appeared in Airian.”
Wiseman smiled bitterly and stood up.
Lourens took a step closer and said.
“T, Then, can you save the hero?”
Flick—
Wiseman nervously grabbed her cloak and turned around, retorting.
“Save?”
“Yes. We need to save him. So that we can get ‘Summer’ into the hands of our empire.”
“Lourens. I know better than anyone how great you are, since I’ve been on the receiving end. But, what can’t be done can’t be done.”
“……”
Lourens gripped the railing of the bed where Cain lay, as if to crush it.
If Cain couldn’t be saved, it was time to think about how to dispose of his body after killing him.
“How can I save someone who’s already alive?”
“……?”
Wheeik—
Wiseman drew a line in the air with her index finger. Then, a blue line was drawn on the upper part of the tip of the sword stuck in Cain’s chest.
“Look closely.”
Slow.
But as they watched, the blade was rising above the line Wiseman had drawn.
“Right now, this hero is recovering. The sword will come out on its own, and the Demon King’s curse will probably be lifted as well.”
“Is that even possible?”
Wiseman shrugged.
She hung the heavy-looking Seven Star Cloak back on the wall and plopped down in her chair, looking out the window.
“Since it’s happening, I have to say it’s possible.”
“Then, Magic Marquis Margette Wiseman.”
Lourens’s eyes sparkled.
The moment he called her full name, Headmaster Wiseman raised the left corner of her lips, forming a sly smile.
Madness.
The worst wizard, who had devoted her entire life to magic and research, grasped Lourens’s intentions at once.
“Tell me, Lourens. My destroyer, who ruined my ‘night’.”
“Please raise the ‘night’ once more.”
Lourens bowed his head.
“You know what? The reason I lost to you before was that I was in a hurry because I was being watched by Lord Duke. Here, no one can break my ‘night’.”
“……”
“Even you will be swept away.”
“That’s how it has to be.”
Lourens glanced back at Cain, who was recovering while unconscious, and continued.
“Would the hero be taken in by a ‘night’ that even I can’t fool?”
“Aren’t you scared? How I’m going to use you in the ‘Märchen Night’ that I’m going to create now.”
Wiseman asked, as if she couldn’t stand how happy she was, lightly flicking her finger on the armrest of the chair.
Lourens closed his eyes for a moment and opened them, answering.
“I believe in you. You may be crazy about magic, but you haven’t forgotten your loyalty to the empire. For the empire.”
Thud.
Lourens knelt on one knee.
Anje followed suit, and Wiseman rose from her seat.
“Good. It’ll be a bit tricky with the 13th Imperial Princess of the academy, but it might work out better if we tie the two of them together.”
Clap—
Wiseman clapped her hands.
Then, the clear day of Märchen began to darken into night.
“Let’s begin, the ‘Märchen Night’.”
The entire academy city was plunged into darkness.
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“Young Master.”
Cain slowly opened his eyes at the low voice he heard next to him.
“If you sleep any longer, you’ll be late for your first day at the academy.”
“Academy?”
As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the blond Imperial insider, Lourens, dressed in a sleek butler’s uniform, standing next to him.
Next to him stood Anje, the maid who followed him.
“As you entered as the top student, you have to take the oath as well, but is it alright for you to be late?”
Lourens pulled back Cain’s blanket and replied playfully. Cain looked at Butler Lourens with his purple eyes and got up.
“……Right, I shouldn’t be late if it’s for the top entrance ceremony of 〈Märchen Academy〉.”
Several servants appeared behind Cain and began to wash and dress him.
Like an Imperial noble who had lived that way all his life, Cain skillfully accepted it and went out the door.
Clatter—
A six-horse carriage prepared by the academy was standing in front of Cain’s mansion, and Cain got on.
“Ah, the butler will stay behind. The maid too.”
Stopping the two who were about to follow him, Cain pointed to the magnificent 〈Märchen Academy〉 in the distance.
“I want to go alone on the first day.”
“……? Yes, sir.”
Lourens was puzzled, but obediently followed his words like a good butler.
Clatter—
And as the carriage slowly passed through the boulevard of the academy city, Märchen, it began to show Cain the surrounding scenery.
[‘Winter’ wonders if he can see her.]
[‘Summer’ says to watch for now.]
Cain rested his chin on his hand and looked at the scenery flowing by outside the window, muttering to himself.
“Of all the places in the vast empire, I ended up in Märchen.”
Academy City, Märchen.
Even if he didn’t want to know, it was a name that everyone who lived in the same era as Cain would have heard of.
“Interesting.”
Cain slowly headed towards the academy.
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