4. Shall we reconcile?
4. Shall we reconcile
On the day after the short talk with Orien, Winds couldn’t find Alem.
It was because of the thought that he would still be in the hospital, and because it was self-evident that he would have deteriorated because of himself, although he did not know when he had a heart attack.
‘If you look at your face while you are sick, it will only have the opposite effect… ‘
Still, just in case, Winds stopped by a cafe to buy coffee, and ended up wandering in front of the hospital until late at night before returning to the dormitory.
Winds came out of a light shower and sat on the bed thinking a lot.
“Whoa… “
Even as she squeezed her wet blue hair with a towel, the words she heard from Orien during the day kept ringing in her head.
To say that you corrected your mistake, to admit your mistake and ask for forgiveness, to treat you better than you have bullied in the past…
“…..”
To be honest, I had a lot of excuses to make.
On the day of the terrible incident, many people died and many more were broken. Wins, who had gained strength, gathered and rallied warriors who had lost loved ones just like him, and formed his own vigilante group so that he could respond at any time to the invasion of Eros warriors who had escaped.
He muttered his determination to never be fooled by Eros again.
But after that, there was only one hero from Eros who was summoned to the middle dimension academia. He’s only one in the years since he started sharpening knives.
Winds forced the name of the man he was not familiar with yet into his mouth.
“Alem… “
All eyes of the vigilante were on him. Of course. Because she ordered
The vigilantes, including Winds, were so curious as to what kind of criminal might have entered this time, and they prepared for a terrorist attack from the outside to help someone from Eros.
However, Alem was not caught in the net of any expectations. Unlike Eros, she wasn’t cowardly, unlike Eros, she was canonically strong, and unlike Eros…
“Haa… “
The more she thought about him, the more her head hurt.
She finally felt that she was wrong.
Orien, who hates lies like no one else, stepped forward and assured me. If Alem had been common trash, she would have left the vigilante leader Wins without bothering to show herself. However, she dared to protect Alem.
“If only I had that ability… “
Orien can determine the sincerity of the other person. It was a magic close to a miracle created by her dislike of lies.
It was to the extent that the chairman, who had paid close attention to her past and temperament, approved up to 5 levels of magical sealing. This means that it can produce up to 50% of its peak output.
Even so, I know that I can’t use it often because trial magic consumes a huge amount of mana and contemplates other people’s images, and it wears off my mental power so much.
“It sucks.”
Envy was envy.
In the first place, wasn’t Orien a bizarrely strong magician who even the professors of the academia were defeated? Considering that Winds, one of the top performers in the academy, was forced to open the third level without permission, Orien she was practically an unstoppable enforcer among her students.
Come to think of it, she was strange.
All the warriors from Eros who have come in have been good at brainwashing, hypnosis, or something that deceives the group. On the other hand, Orien and Alem were probably stronger than those who had been fighting for a while.
What made them that way? Why couldn’t they have been like that?
“…..”
Winds’ thoughts only deepened.
Then, all of a sudden, her hair tie, which she casually placed on her dressing table, caught her eye. They were red and blue, respectively, and were the items that Winds, who had insisted on twin tails ever since he was summoned to the middle dimension, had been using them.
Winz took one of her red headbands and tied her blue hair back. Winds, who made a ponytail like that, soon muttered bitterly.
“…As expected, it doesn’t suit me. For me.”
But even as Wins said that, he did not take his eyes off his reflection in the mirror for a while. Even so, the face I wanted to see was in the mirror.
“…..”
A tear fell.
The night continued to deepen.
**
The day that came again passed smoothly.
Winds has been steadily carrying out various tasks since the morning or grasping the behavior of vigilantes.
In Academia, the warriors directly melted into various parts of the system and were involved in everything from trivial to fairly serious matters.
A rumor came to Wins that he couldn’t pass away after hearing it with one ear.
“…What? Is it really?”
“Yes, it’s not even a fuss right now. The circles from fantasy are resentful. They say their juniors came into the circle room because they were so smitten.”
“No, enough of those guys. So, where did the fight take place?”
“There is a place where freshmen usually have their first outdoor class. It was there.”
Ron, a vigilante and close aide to Winds, sighed in disbelief. It wasn’t so nice to see the big guys who had already gone this far.
The vigilantes, which were created solely to keep the warriors from Eros in check, have slightly changed their meaning as the years have passed, and now they are involved in maintaining public order in daily life.
“But there is another story.”
Wins, who was picking up her outerwear spread on the sofa and putting it on, reacted.
“What else?”
“I heard he was at the center of the fight?”
“Bastard? Who…..”
Winds froze as he stopped talking.
I didn’t even hear the name, but I already guessed who it was. There was only one person in the vigilante that Ron, who was known for being docile, could call him.
“…..Alem.”
Muttering, Winds immediately put his hand on the doorknob. Ron asked from behind her.
“Shall we convene?”
Wins shook his head without hesitation.
“No, I will go alone this time.”
“Are you all right, boss? When conflicts arise between circles, it usually doesn’t end well.”
“So, instead of raising my job, I have to go alone. If vigilantes join in and become bigger, it will be more difficult to deal with.”
“Hmm… “
Ron pondered and threw out her opinion.
“But wouldn’t it end well if only Eros was publicly beaten? I heard that freshmen from fantasy were beaten very badly. It was said that it was 9 to 3, but I don’t know how it was done, but the 9 of them said it was very loose. This isn’t usually a problem, considering the egos of some circles from fantasy.”
“…..”
That was a normal reaction.
Even if it wasn’t Ron, it was obvious that most of Academia would think that way. Maybe even myself before talking to Orien.
However, Wins did not make any special excuses, and she answered from a different angle than before.
“…Still, I need to find out the context.”
Even though she was talking to herself, she was ashamed and her face blushed, but she still had to be like this.
“You know, freshmen from fantasy must have already learned the centipede’s circle and scratched their classmates.”
To atone for Alem’s unanswerable twists on her academy life from the start.
“And there is a villain who is good at making a reputation for himself by swallowing it openly.
Winds laughed bitterly.
“…..Even if it were me, I would have scratched it.”
Ron scratched his cheek awkwardly.
“…Well, that’s not wrong. Yes, come on, chief. I will be guarding this place.”
Winds left him behind and immediately sent calls here and there. I had a hunch that something worse might already be happening.
Winds himself is also from fantasy, but honestly, there was no answer to the culture of fantasy circles, which he only tasted briefly during his freshman days.
They had their own pride. The belief that there are many warriors who have the greatest influence in Academia, and are averagely strong and superior. However, this morning, how upset they must be that their juniors have been beaten up by a freshman from Eros.
Winds’ footsteps got faster and faster.
‘When the fantasy circles start moving, it becomes like an adult intervening in a fight between children.’
He intended to meet Alem as soon as possible and hear the truth about her affairs from him before things got too big to deal with.
He wouldn’t have done much wrong this time either. Alem was the true hero that Orien had promised. She wasn’t someone who would easily harm others. Didn’t he rather abandon his sword even against himself, who lost his reason and took out magic in rage? Now that I think about it, it was just a will not to hurt Wins.
Everything was a proposition that was established because his skills were backed up.
The reason why Winds’ anxiety still hasn’t been resolved.
‘The Fantasy Circle is Dangerous… ‘
No matter how talented he was, Alem couldn’t use magic, and on the other hand, among the warriors who had a certain amount of time in the academy, there were people like Wins who could release a certain amount of magic without permission.
The difference between the use of mana and the use was that great.
Perhaps even more than the gap between adults and children.
**
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“…..What is this?”
After stepping on the tails of rumors heard here and there, Winds entered a shady bar and found Alem standing alone, covered in blood, among the ashes.
“…..”
At his feet, seniors who had already lost their minds were scattered here and there.
Winds touched his forehead.
What the hell is this bastard?