103 – Alertness (3)
Time passed quickly until the first year class reassignment practical test.
Professors and instructors were put into the temple that was decided as the test site in advance, so we focused on decorating the site so that the cadets could fully focus on the test.
The cadets prepared for the exam by sharing opinions and strategies with the members in their respective positions.
Thanks to this, the atmosphere of the buildings and floors used by the 1st year, 2nd and 3rd year cadets is quite different, creating a rather unique scenery.
“Whoa….”
Meanwhile, in the midst of this, there was one person who wasn’t very comfortable.
Professor Berman, who had been knocking on an awkward table in his own laboratory to show his concern, let out an impatient sigh and frowned.
While all the cadets and professors were doing their best in their respective positions, he was unable to concentrate on anything in his work or daily life due to the sense of alienation he had recently felt.
‘You are definitely my disciple. That’s for sure.’
The opportunity started with a very small thing.
Two female students and former student Professor Grerick met at the library not too long ago.
Part of the conversation the three had and the story that Professor Grerick left behind was the trigger.
Perhaps, if others heard Berman’s story, they would laugh at him, saying that as he grew older, he became old-fashioned.
Nevertheless, the reason why he almost hangs himself on such a sudden sense of alienation is that his long life experience tells us that this is not a futile excuse.
‘The key is why he left those words.’
As Berman traced his memory, he picked up a pen lying next to him and began to write something down on the empty space on the back of the paper.
Rone Elua.
Arden Feltner.
Grerick Kirsland.
I wrote down the names of the three people present, and next to them, I filled in the words that each person said, one letter at a time, without a single error.
In the case of Grerick, he is full of everything, even the words he left in the past.
If you put all of this together, it’s roughly like this.
‘Grerick Kirsland once said that he was keeping an eye on Cadet Rone Elua.’
‘Grerick Kirsland had contact with Cadet Lorne Elua for some reason. The reason is unknown.’
‘Grerick Kirsland once offered to help Rone Elua and his friend with ancient texts, a field he was not even interested in, let alone his major.’
‘It’s not related to this, but Grerick Kirsland once raised an agenda for the reassignment test for this freshman class, and it won.’
How strange.
That’s exactly what Berman felt when he wrote down a few lines of a concise summary that summarized everything.
A disciple who didn’t carelessly open his mouth about fields he wasn’t even interested in, suddenly insisted on the first-year exam process, which was the most important issue.
In the process, he first approached a cadet who was having difficulties, saying that he would gladly help.
All in all, can we dismiss the fact that the cadet was the person Grerick had been eyeing and mentioned, and that he had been in contact with recently as well?
‘It would be impossible.’
He shook his head in denial at once, then drank cold water with a heavy face and organized his thoughts.
In the end, there is no way to get the desired result if you are stuck in the corner of the room like this.
At least until the academy is cluttered with a class relocation test, we’ll have to find evidence to support this idea.
But then by what means?
“Professor, a student came to visit.”
“Hmm? A cadet, at this hour?”
Berman raised his head at the voice he heard in the midst of rotting his head.
When his assistant professor poked his head through the door and announced the arrival of a guest, he immediately checked his watch.
If it’s free time, it’s not unreasonable to come, but basically, it’s the time when classes are still in full swing.
Moreover, there were very few cadets worthy of visiting his lab, which only deepened his doubts.
There was something I was still thinking about, so I have business right now, so should I tell him to come next time?
As he hesitated for a moment, the assistant professor’s mouth opened again and Berman’s pupils widened.
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“Yes, if I tell you that I have something to tell you about my disciple, you will know….”
“…… !”
Disciple.
To him as a professor, the expression disciple could in a way refer to all the students who have taken lessons from him at least once.
However, at this moment, there was only one person that popped into Berman’s mind.
Perhaps the other person knew that too, and chose a comprehensive word to erase others’ attention, but with a great meaning to Berman.
“… Tell them to come in And I’m sorry, but I need to prepare some tea.”
“Yes, Professor.”
Kiki.
A short scream echoed from an ungreased door, and the assistant professor turned around and left the room.
As if replacing her seat with her, a male student wearing a navy tie, the symbol of her freshman year, appeared beyond her.
He was a man who was at the center of several recent incidents that remained very faintly even in Berman’s memory.
* * * *
The seeds sown in the academy are producing good results.
That fact alone gave Gible a very satisfied smile.
Although this kind of behind-the-scenes work isn’t to his taste, the satisfaction of a plan that goes as predicted is a by-product that any human would be delighted with.
“Gibble, the deputy is looking for you.”
“Going soon.”
One of the few top powers that boasts an unrivaled position among followers.
Despite his position, Gibbel greeted his man who had come to call him in a rather bleak room and followed her.
Anyway, to him, the furniture and items that decorate the room are just vain luxuries.
All he wants is more power and opponents worthy of him.
That’s why he became a follower.
Not for the sake of being the center of this group, Alzeros, but for the greed of being able to slay a more powerful enemy and take their blood.
“Meet the deputy.”
Even so, within this sanctuary, Gibbel has never shown any disloyalty towards Alzeros, nor has he shown any disrespectful behavior towards the agent representing his existence.
For him, this group is a good excuse and medium to fight the strong, and just being a member of this group brings great benefits.
Sometimes realistic interests bring greater obedience than false loyalty.
The relationship between the man named Gible and this group is just such a case.
– Welcome, Gible. I’m sorry for calling you so suddenly.
As usual today, the surrogate’s strange voice continued towards Gibble, who respectfully got down on one knee and bowed his head towards him.
This way of talking, as if it were directly conveying a voice in one’s head, was a strange phenomenon that even Gibbel, who had gone through all sorts of battles, had not yet adapted to.
At first, I thought it was transmission magic, but it’s not like that when you see that the same magic is being displayed even in a place where the use of magical power is completely blocked.
It’s really strange.
“No. But for some reason… ?”
– It seems that preparations are coming to an end, so I called a car for inspection. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but it’s always better to make things clear.
There will be no lies in that word.
However, if the meaning of that trust refers to loyalty rather than ability, then a question arises.
Gibbel also thought that the agent was also aware of the fact that he had no loyalty to this group or to Alzeros.
Her eyes aren’t knotholes so she doesn’t notice them in the first place.
Even in the current situation where Algeroth is not yet present, it is because of her power and another focal point that can bring her followers together.
In other words, it means that the existence of a substitute is feared enough to be unrivaled even among the strong people of this group.
How could such a being fail to see through loyalty in words?
It’s just that I don’t step forward because I know that it’s best to use that loyalty as long as it’s mutually beneficial rather than kicking him out.
This kind of twisted relationship exists quite a bit within this group.
“Yes, of course. According to the investigation, it seems that the Phantom’s vigilance has increased due to the incident committed recently, but there should be no problem.”
– I’m glad. The promise is still valid, so feel free to take as many people as you like.
Gibbel managed to hold back as her snort inadvertently escaped at her words.
Even in this group, there are enough strong people who can make him stick out his tongue, but they are not people who can live by listening to other people’s orders.
If you mention the name of the surrogate, you will have no choice but to take off your heavy butt, but that’s probably all.
But idiots who live and die on orders aren’t even in his eyes anyway.
The manpower that I decided to use in this operation was just to fill the head count, and I didn’t think that more power was needed.
“Thank you for the favor, but it’s okay. As long as he doesn’t show up behind enemy lines, this side’s victory will be certain.”
– Are you referring to Olberus?
The guardian deity of the academy and the seat of the Five Great Heroes who survived the Great War in the past.
The deputy mentioned the name, assuming that that was enough to alert him, but Gibbel shook his head lightly.
“No. It is the other side.”
Of course, Olberus is also a strong man who has reached the realm of the transcendent.
However, there is no business over the years, and his body must have reached its limit long after the active duty.
If we face each other, we can’t guarantee victory, but we can think of both sides.
So there is nothing to worry about. If there is only one variable.
“Sword Saint, if that man is still alive, I don’t know.”
– Then you will definitely succeed. Because that person is already dead.
That’s right.
The swordsman brought an end to the war by defeating Alzeros, who was currently sleeping in the Ark of Second Coming, in the Great War that day.
The cost was death, and it is said that no one has seen his existence since.
So, to the deputy’s ears, Gible’s words sounded like a declaration of war that would surely bring victory.
“… I guess so. Please do not worry and wait.”
However, Gibble’s expression in reply made it look as if he had more to say, but he wouldn’t bother.
As if he had an intuition, he stared into space with sunken eyes and reached for the handle of the sword hanging from his waist.
Today, when the trembling was transmitted through the body of the sword who was crying anxiously along, he stroked his handle as if to put it to rest.