Chapter 308 - Two-Sides
Early Saturday Night– Academy
I had woken up fairly early in the day, just like any usual. It was 3.30 A.M., and I had left my room to train.
I didn't have much to think about since I preferred to shut my mind down in times like this. Yet, at the same time, it wasn't something that could be easily done.
There were times when my mind would refuse to shut down.
'With the recent events, the academy seems like they will keep the events simple for a while.'
Even if the Phantom's Land hadn't resulted in any deaths or losses, it showed enough danger to make the students and parents feel the tension. Therefore, the academy was rather laying low for the time being.
This could be seen in the recent two weeks when we only had light training sessions and theoretically centered topics.
As I navigated through the deserted campus in recent times, I decided to incorporate a new element into my training routine.
Weighted bracelets adorned my wrists as I began my run around the training grounds. The added resistance tested my endurance and pushed the limits of my physical capabilities. They were on my body most of the time.
With each lap, I could feel the strain on my muscles, the weighted bracelets serving as a constant reminder of the need for perseverance. The cool night air heightened my senses as I pushed myself. Further, the rhythmic thud of my footsteps echoed in the quiet surroundings.
After a considerable run, I entered the training grounds, the dim lighting creating an ambiance of solitude. Though there were people, it was way too little compared to the daytime.
Pausing for a moment, I removed the weighted bracelets, feeling the sudden release of resistance.
As I flexed my limbs, I couldn't help but sense a tangible improvement in my constitution and endurance.
It seemed that my speculations regarding the talent limit were correct. The consistent and dedicated training now proved to be important for the sake of my future.
'I guess the increase in my talent limit really corresponded to endurance and strength.'
In any case, after finishing Endurance Training 1, I started the second part, where I would be fighting with the golems created by the grounds.
Today's focus was on improving my mastery of [Umbral Steps]. After acquiring thanks to my trait [Shadowborne], I had been training to increase my mastery.
Though the skill was good, utilizing it in actual combat always required practice.
Choosing the fourth stage, I knew the golems here were more formidable and required a higher level of skill to overcome. As I entered the designated area, the towering golems stood motionless, awaiting my challenge.
I took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. My daggers and bow were securely strapped to my body, ready for action. The training ground was silent, amplifying the sound of my footsteps as I approached the first golem.
Activating [Umbral Steps], I vanished from my original spot, reappearing behind the massive figure of the golem. The darkened silhouette of its stone structure contrasted with the dim lighting of the training grounds.
–SLASH!
My daggers swiftly cut through the air, aiming for the designated weak points of the golem. The strikes were precise, exploiting the vulnerabilities I had identified through repeated encounters with these constructs.
–WHOOSH!
As I activated [Umbral Steps] once again, I quickly appeared behind one of the golems before it could react.
I continued this pattern, seamlessly moving from one golem to another, honing my agility and mastery of the shadows.
It was crucial to synchronize my movements with the shadows cast by the towering figures, allowing for a seamless transition.
As I trained, time seemed to blur, and the rhythmic pattern of [Umbral Steps] started to become second nature. In a sense, I was getting more immersed in my Trait, making me a lot better in terms of its usage.
The golems, formidable opponents in their own right in terms of defense, served as the perfect testing ground for this unique skill.
'I guess this makes it perfect for me to escape once I can utilize it. But, there is a distance limit as well as mana consumption. If I were to just simply teleport a short distance, I could use it 20 times in a row until I exhaust all my mana. But, that is in the assumption of me not using any other thing to consume mana, which will most likely not be the case.'
I have taken many things regarding this skill into note. The mana consumption of spatial leap was high. It made sense since I initially wasn't inclined to manipulate space.
A skill that is not compatible with the user would consume more mana and energy compared to the reverse.
'But, I can still enhance my body with shadows, increasing my speed. I also noticed that, in the absence of daylight, I feel smoother. Possibly, something about night is making me stronger.'
Those were all the things I had observed while training. Even though my spatial understanding was lacking, at least my enhancement understanding was higher, making the mana consumption less regarding this matter.
There was also a distance limit for the time being.
'I can at most teleport 1000 meters, but that would consume all of my mana. I need to increase my understanding.'
With all those in my head, I continued to train in the room.
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Morning – History and Arts Club Meeting
The cold day of winter echoed in the academy grounds as the students made their way to their respective events.
Some of them were going to study, some of them were going to train, and some of them were going to associate themselves with the club activities.
That was the general way of the activities in the morning. Astron was also heading to the History and Arts club meeting.
'This time, it is indoors compared to outdoors. On top of that, we are meeting in the Multipurpose hall. It seems the overseer of the club has some ideas in her mind.'
Since most of the clubs didn't have their observer directly interfered with them aside from some marital ones, most of the time, the ones who were planning the events would be club presidents.
However, in some rare cases, the overseers would be required to be present for legal documentation, and in some rarer cases, those overseers would be directly involved.
Upon reaching the entrance, Astron noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Deciding to seize the opportunity, he made his way inside earlier than the designated time. The warmth of the hall enveloped him, a welcome relief from the biting cold outside.
As Astron stepped into the room, he spotted Senior Maya already present. She sat on the mat, shoes neatly arranged beside her. The sight intrigued Astron, and he approached her with a respectful nod.
"Good morning, Senior Maya," Astron greeted, acknowledging her presence.
Maya looked up with a warm smile, "Ah, Astron. Please, come in. Take your shoes off before joining me on the mat."
Following her instructions, Astron removed his shoes and joined Senior Maya on the mat. The ambiance of the Multipurpose Hall added a touch of solemnity to the meeting.
Maya's gaze shifted to Astron as he settled beside her on the mat. Her blue eyes held a mix of amusement and approval. "Astron, you're early as usual," she remarked, a playful smile gracing her lips.
Astron continued, "You are not that different in terms of this." His gaze met hers, noting the casual elegance in Maya's attire. The blouse accentuated her slender frame, and the open neckline added a subtle allure.
'Well, that is because I knew you would come early.'
Maya wanted to say but refrained from doing so. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and warmth. "Well, I suppose we both understand the value of being prepared." She stretched her legs, extending them before her while slightly leaning towards Astron.
It was an unconscious act; at least, she did her best for it to be perceived like that while touching his arm with her shoulder.
'He had grown up once again.'
At first, she could meet the line of his shoulders, but that didn't seem to be the case now.
A momentary distraction overcame her as she played with her toes, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.
"Senior, I guess the overseer will now be more active in club affairs." He said without minding Maya's touch on his shoulders since no people were around.
The natural light filtering through the hall's windows highlighted the delicate features of Maya's face, casting a gentle glow.
Maya nodded in agreement, her gaze turning thoughtful. "That's true. Actually, the overseer was the one who sent that message about the indoor meeting today."
Astron, not entirely surprised, remarked, "I figured that much."
Maya arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? How did you figure it out?"
"It wasn't how Senior Maya would write normally. The tone and choice of words were a bit different."
Maya's eyes widened in amusement, a wide smile creeping onto her face as she looked at Astron. "So, you know how I write, huh?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.
"I am sure every member of our club already knows about it," Astron said indifferently.
'This…..I don't care if other people know about it or not, don't you understand?'
Maya couldn't believe his obliviousness. "Honestly, Junior! I guess my way of writing is obviously different and not normal," she declared, making a playful attempt to let him know he had missed the point.
Astron, seemingly unperturbed, just shrugged. "Well, yeah, that's true."
Maya's pout deepened, and she couldn't resist a small pinch on his arm. "You're impossible." With a facepalm, she clenched her fingers a little, turning her face to the side with a huff.
"Why are you angry, senior?"
"I am not angry."
"You are too tightly gripping for that."
"That's..."
–TOK!
Just as the two were talking, suddenly, they heard the sounds of someone approaching.
–SWOOSH!
In an instant, Astron widened the distance between him and Maya, making sure that no misunderstandings would occur. Maya also knew that, so she didn't make any noises and silently nodded.
'I wish it would last a little longer.' Though, inwardly, she regretted it a little.
As Astron and Maya subtly adjusted their positions, the sounds of footsteps grew closer. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Amelia, Maya's friend and a fellow member of the History and Arts Club, walked in. She carried a satchel slung over her shoulder, her eyes brightening as she entered.
"Good morning, Maya!" Amelia greeted cheerfully, taking off her shoes at the entrance. "I hope I'm not late."
Maya smiled, "Not at all, Amelia. You're right on time. Please, join us."
Amelia joined the duo on the mat, creating a friendly triangle as they settled into the Multipurpose Hall. The atmosphere seemed lightened by her presence, but the gaze she threw at Astron was a little different.
'This little thief is stealing Maya from me.'
That was what she was thinking. After all, even though she had acted like she had just come here, she was observing Maya and Astron from far away for a while already.
With her entrance, the room started being filled with students one by one.
Chapter 309 - Two Sides (2)
"Hello." Sylvie entered the room, her face looking a little more tired than usual.
"Hello." Astron greeted her back with a subtle nod, leaning to the wall. In his hands was the book he had recently brought from the library.
"What are you reading?" She asked while naturally sitting down beside him. Normally, she would be with the other club members, but right now, she wasn't in the mood to have loud talks with her friends.
"It is a book about Psychology and Mind Magic," Astron replied without raising his head from the book.
"Hmm?" Pondering about the previous times, she thought.
'When did he start showing interest in Psychology? I hadn't seen him studying it before.'
Just as she asked herself, she heard his voice. "I just recently started."
"Wh-"
"It is not that hard to notice what you think."
Sylvie leaned back against the wall, her eyes fixed on the cover of the book. "Mind Magic, huh? That sounds interesting. What made you decide to delve into psychology?"
Astron closed the book and set it aside, his piercing gaze meeting Sylvie's. "I've found that understanding the intricacies of the mind can be beneficial in various situations. It provides insight into human behavior and motivations, aiding in decision-making."
'Is it really, though?'
From the moment that Astron woke up in that Phantom's Land, Sylvie had noticed that she was no longer able to see his emotions underneath. Previously, she could still see some faltering emotions behind that grey barrier, but now it was completely grey.
Sylvie tilted her head, a curious expression on her face. "So, you're studying it for practical reasons?" She asked, looking for a possible clue.
Astron nodded. "Practicality is crucial. It allows one to navigate through the complexities of relationships and interactions more effectively."
But, she found none. Astron's expression was very hard to read, and an inexperienced person like her wasn't someone to see through him.
'It is a bit funny, though.'
Chuckling, she said, "Well, you've always been a practical person. But isn't psychology also about emotions and feelings?"
"That is right."
"Then, maybe I can also try to learn about it."
Now that he had mentioned it, Sylvie thought about her powers. She had been using them to see the emotions of the other parties before her, but rather than studying them, she instinctively used those powers.
It was like she knew how to interpret colors and which emotions they represented, but at the same time, she lacked the knowledge to observe what those emotions meant.
Astron glanced at Sylvie, his eyes narrowing slightly. "For which reason?"
Sylvie, caught off guard by the directness of his question, instinctively averted her gaze. "Oh, you know, it just seems interesting. Understanding why people feel the way they do could be useful, right?"
Astron's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his analytical mind likely processing the underlying motive behind her sudden interest.
'He didn't notice it, right?'
Sylvie felt a twinge of nervousness but maintained a composed exterior. At least she tried to. But from the eyes of a person like Astron, her attempts just looked childish. Even at first glance, he could see that she was trying to make up an excuse.
"It is indeed interesting," Astron acknowledged, feigning ignorance. "The intricacies of human emotions can be quite fascinating to explore."
Sylvie nodded, relieved that her excuse seemed to pass muster. "Exactly! And who knows, it might help me be more understanding in my interactions." She said, then mumbled. "And to be able to protect myself…."
Astron raised an eyebrow, hearing Sylvie mumbling. He thought, 'She is slowly understanding the world and her powers.'
Though Sylvie started as a naïve girl who always wanted to stay back and watch, slowly, she was taking the reigns on her hands.
'That is good. The faster she is, the better. I don't know how long the academy will be stable like this.'
Sooner or later, the academy was bound to be drowned in chaos. Many powers were converging here; many interests were taking place. Though it may not have looked like that so far, the inner clashes between human factions were arguably more dangerous than the attacks of demons. Since the former didn't have that many restrictions in terms of domains.
Just as Sylvie and Astron were talking further, the door opened once again, and all eyes turned towards the entrance. The overseer of the History and Arts Club, Gloria Hull, made her entrance.
Gloria exuded an air of elegance as she stepped into the Multipurpose Hall. Her attire spoke of professionalism, and her confident demeanor resonated with authority. The club members quickly straightened up, acknowledging her presence.
"Good morning, everyone," Gloria greeted with a warm smile, her eyes scanning the room. "I hope you're all in good spirits today."
"Good morning, Overseer." the club members chorused in response, standing up as a sign of respect for the overseer they had never seen before.
'Interesting. Is this her passive skill?'
However, Astron noticed the change in the atmosphere instantly. The reactions the students gave weren't natural, especially to someone they were supposed to see for the first time.
It was evident that they instantly understood who this person entering was without her introducing herself clearly, and that wasn't something that naturally happened.
Gloria Hull acknowledged the nods from Maya and Amelia with a subtle smile before addressing the gathered members. Her eyes carried a depth of experience, and her voice commanded attention.
"I'm Overseer Gloria Hull, and I'm delighted to be here with all of you today." She said that, but her eyes held a little annoyance.
'I guess this is her way of saying you shouldn't have made such events so that the academy didn't need to make me interfere with the club works.' Astron thought.
"I've heard about the remarkable activities and discussions that take place within the History and Arts Club, and I must say, it's truly an honor to be a part of such a vibrant community."
'I have been made to hear about all those things you did in the Western Uxbridge and events that had taken place there. It is truly a waste of time to be a part of a bunch of children's play.'
The members listened intently, their initial awe gradually turning into curiosity. Gloria's presence seemed to evoke a sense of respect and intrigue.
"I've been following your endeavors closely, and it's evident that this club is filled with talented and passionate individuals. I believe in fostering an environment where creativity and intellectual curiosity can flourish," Gloria continued, her gaze sweeping across the room.
'Now, I am forced to follow your club's process closely, and it is evident that all of you are a bunch of troublemakers. And now, I became your babysitter this morning.'
Astron continued to interpret the true meaning of her words in his mind. Though, he also knew the overseer wasn't to blame for having such thoughts. Considering that most of the instructors were just overseers on paper, comparing herself to them, she was now wasting her weekend time overseeing the activities of a bunch of children.
After acknowledging the club's achievements, Gloria Hull's expression softened slightly as she transitioned to the reason for her presence.
"As I've observed your past activities, it's clear that the History and Arts Club has primarily focused on historical studies," Gloria remarked, her tone measured yet discerning. "While history is undoubtedly a rich tapestry of human experiences, I believe that exploring other forms of art can enrich our understanding even further. This is what the name 'Art' is for, right?"
Her words carried a subtle implication that the club's previous focus might have been too narrow.
'Next time, don't make the excuse of looking for historical things for me and sit down.'
Astron, attuned to the nuances of communication, recognized the underlying message.
"I propose that we broaden our horizons by incorporating discussions and activities related to various art forms," Gloria suggested, her gaze sweeping across the room to gauge the members' reactions. "Art, in its myriad forms, offers unique insights into culture, society, and human expression."
Astron could sense the shift in the club's dynamics as Gloria Hull outlined her vision. It was evident that she sought to challenge the status quo and encourage the members to explore a different part.
'Art….Is she somehow an expert in a form of art? That is possible.'
If the overseer was forced to intervene in the affairs of the club from now on, then it meant she would be spending her time. In that case, it was always better to do something she was good at or she loved to do.
"As an initial step, I suggest we delve into dancing," Gloria continued, her voice resonating with conviction. "Dance, like history, is a reflection of our collective heritage and individual creativity. By embracing this art form, we not only honor our past but also celebrate the diversity of human expression."
Her proposal hung in the air, awaiting the club members' response. Astron observed the room, noting the varying reactions among the members.
Maya raised her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face. Gloria Hull acknowledged her, and Maya spoke up, "Overseer Hull, while I appreciate the idea of incorporating various art forms, wouldn't delving into dancing be a bit too profound for our club? We've mostly focused on the historical aspects, and dancing seems like an entirely different realm.
Additionally, we lack the expertise or a dedicated teacher for such a pursuit."
Gloria Hull's smile widened, displaying a subtle confidence. "An astute observation, President Maya." She said, emphasizing the word president.
'She is saying, if not for your lack of planning as a president, none of those would happen'.
Gloria continued her words. "However, I believe that students who constantly utilize their bodies for training and combat possess a unique advantage when it comes to dance. The coordination and discipline required in both areas share common ground. As for the lack of a dedicated teacher, fear not. I happen to be one of the most recognized dancers in the Human domain."
A murmur of surprise and intrigue rippled through the club members. They hadn't anticipated their overseer to have such credentials. Gloria's words carried weight, and her assurance addressed the concerns raised by Maya.
"Dance is a form of expression that transcends boundaries, and I am confident that with the right guidance, each one of you can discover the joy and significance it brings," Gloria continued. "Consider this not just an exploration of a new art form but an opportunity to unlock a different facet of your own capabilities."
Maya, nodding thoughtfully, seemed to absorb Gloria's words, but she could no longer refute them.
–CLAP!
Gloria Hull clapped her hands, the sharp sound cutting through the room. "Excellent observations and questions, everyone. Now, before we dive into this new venture, does anyone have further inquiries or concerns?"
The room remained silent, the members seeming to digest the information. No hands were raised, and it appeared Gloria had addressed their uncertainties adequately.
"Very well," Gloria said, standing up with grace. Her eyes surveyed the room with a warm smile. "Let's embark on this journey together. Shall we begin with the pairing of partners?"
Chapter 310 - Two sides (3)
Ethan looked at the scene before him with a deep frown etched across his face. Five individuals stood before him, their faces concealed by masks that bore clear hostility and a mocking demeanor. The fallen members of the Azure Crest Guild lay on the ground beside him, their bodies battered and torn.
In that tense moment, Ethan's mind raced with a mix of concern and anger. The guild members who had become close associates to him were now in a dire state, and the mysterious assailants seemed to revel in their malicious victory.
'Who are these people, and why would they attack the guild?'
After promising Emily to help, Ethan went to Emily's guild. Headquarters of Azure Crest Guild was a lot more deserted than it was supposed to be, and clearly, such a thing wasn't normal.
Many of the members had already resigned since their lives were under threat and on the line. Some of them were even recruited by the agents from the surrounding guilds, leaving them in a tight spot.
Therefore, Ethan decided to join the guild in the dungeon explorations for the time being since he was sure he could do a lot better now. After all, with the increase in his rank, stats, and his advancement in his family's art, he was a lot stronger compared to how he was before.
'But, I wasn't expecting to see such a thing. Those people, how did they manage to enter the dungeon? Was there an open-slot?'
The questions churned in Ethan's mind as he assessed the situation. The dungeon that was assigned to the Azure Crest Guild had become a battleground, and the ominous aura of danger hung thick in the air.
'The members are not in a good condition. They suffered from the surprise attack just now.'
He took a side glance at the members.
'But, they are neither Faye nor Hari. Both of them are trying their best in other dungeons that need to be covered. So, I don't think these masked guys are that strong.'
He judged with a cool head. After the Phantom's Land, he had been thinking about the changes in himself and realized that recently, he was able to keep calm and control his emotions better than before.
As Ethan prepared to confront the masked intruders and defend the fallen members of the Azure Crest Guild, a voice cut through the tension. One of the masked individuals, standing a bit ahead of the others, spoke with a scornful tone.
"Kid, I don't know who you are, but you should've looked at the rumors before joining a guild. Blame your own stupidity."
The leader of the masked assailants grinned, raising a pair of daggers in a mocking display. His eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction, seemingly reveling in the chaos and distress they had caused.
As the masked leader grinned and raised his daggers, another one of the assailants, a sinister-looking figure, licked his lips while fixing his gaze on Emily standing beside Ethan. His voice dripped with cruelty as he spoke, reveling in classic villain dialogues.
"After we're done with these fools, I think we'll have ourselves a feast. Especially that girl."
The ominous atmosphere thickened as the masked assailants signaled to each other, their sinister intentions clear.
"Tch." Emily clicked her tongue as she saw the gazes of those guys. However, she couldn't help but shiver a little since the killing intent they were releasing was quite strong.
–SWOOSH!
In an instant, the air crackled with tension as the masked assailants prepared to launch their attack. The first assailant's figure blurred for a second, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared before Ethan, slashing with his daggers.
–CLANK!
Ethan's vambrace intercepted the deadly strike, the clash of metal echoing through the dungeon. The force behind the attack reverberated through Ethan's arm, but his swift reflexes had saved him from the initial assault. Without wasting a moment, he widened the distance, creating space to better utilize his spear.
As the masked assailant recoiled from the deflection, Ethan assessed the situation with a calm focus. The masked leader and his companions eyed him with a mix of surprise and annoyance, clearly not expecting to face such a skilled opponent.
'Who is this guy? There wasn't such a guy in their ranks?'
The leader thought as he looked at Ethan.
"What's this? A brat who can actually fight?" the leader sneered, a hint of frustration evident in his voice.
Ethan remained silent, his eyes locked on the assailants. He felt Emily's presence beside him, and he could sense her apprehension. However, the newfound calmness within him helped him maintain his focus.
Without waiting for the masked assailants to regroup, Ethan took the initiative. With a swift motion, he lunged forward, spear in hand, aiming for the assailant who had attacked him first. The masked figure managed to dodge the initial thrust, but Ethan's movements were relentless.
"Don't stand there, do something."
The leader barked orders to his companions, urging them to coordinate their attacks. The second assailant, fixated on Emily, made a move to approach her. However, Emily, despite her shivers, clenched her sword, while taking her position.
Even though this was her first time facing a human opponent in such a matter, she needed to do her best.
'I can't afford to make a mistake here. I should give my all.'
With that thought, she clashed with the newcomer, her sword facing the daggers.
Meanwhile, Ethan continued his assault on the leader of the masked assailants. The leader, though initially caught off guard, adjusted to the relentless attacks, showcasing a proficiency in dodging and parrying. The clash between spear and daggers intensified, and Ethan's determination fueled his every move.
However, the fight took an unexpected turn as the other two assailants joined the fray, adding a layer of complexity to the battle.
–CLANK!
The leader, seizing the opportunity created by the distraction, managed to push Ethan back, breaking the rhythm he had established.
–SWOOSH!
The assailants wielding elemental powers took advantage of the chaos. The wind manipulator created cyclones, attempting to disorient Ethan and hinder his movements. Simultaneously, the earth user summoned stone spikes from the ground, forcing Ethan to dance around the hazardous terrain.
'This is not good.'
Ethan adapted swiftly, using his spear to maintain distance from the elemental attacks. With precise footwork, he dodged the stone spikes and weaved through the gusts of wind.
'I need to break through.'
However, the fire manipulator seized the opportunity to launch fiery projectiles, forcing Ethan to defend himself against multiple fronts.
As the intensity of the fight increased, Ethan knew he had to end it quickly. He looked at his hands and noticed that he was already bleeding in some areas. Though his study body of Hartley's could resist such attacks, it was also true that he couldn't face the attacks for too long.
「Spear of Hartley. Audacious Charge」
With a decisive spin, he redirected the incoming wind toward the earth assailant, disrupting their coordination. In the brief confusion, he closed the distance on the masked leader.
His spear danced through the air with fluidity and speed, striking relentlessly. The leader, caught off guard by Ethan's sudden aggression, struggled to parry the onslaught.
"What?"
Before he could even say anything, the spear appeared right before his shoulder.
–SPURT!
And stabbed him from there, piercing through his body like he was some sort of model.
"Leader!"
The wind and earth assailants regrouped, launching a coordinated assault. Cyclones and stone spikes converged on Ethan, testing his agility.
[Temporal Warding]
Ethan responded, channeling his mana into his skill, creating a protective barrier that deflected the elemental onslaught.
Despite the fierce resistance, the fire manipulator seized an opening. Flames surrounded Ethan, forcing him to retreat momentarily.
"I got you!"
However, Emily, displaying remarkable composure, stepped in to cover Ethan's retreat, clashing blades with the assailant and extinguishing the flames.
"Thanks!"
Ethan, catching his breath, seized the opportunity to exploit the disarray among the assailants.
With a swift maneuver, he stabbed the leader once again, rendering him temporarily defenseless.
"No, you won't!"
The wind and earth assailants, undeterred by Ethan's successful strike on their leader, closed in in an instant.
The wind manipulator brandished a sword while the earth user wielded a formidable axe. They coordinated their movements, preparing to launch a synchronized assault.
Ethan, still catching his breath, faced the impending onslaught. The wind assailant dashed forward, slashing with precision. The earth assailant followed suit, swinging the heavy axe in a wide arc. Ethan, despite his fatigue, raised his spear to block the sword and skillfully dodged the axe strike.
The wind and earth assailants, however, were not easily thwarted. Simultaneously, they began a chanting ritual, their voices merging into a harmonious hum that resonated through the dungeon. A mystical energy enveloped the air as an artifact activated, causing a brief disruption in Ethan's focus.
The artifact's power made Ethan stagger for a moment, allowing the assailants to close the gap swiftly. The wind user, capitalizing on the opening, delivered rapid sword strikes, testing Ethan's defenses. The earth user, with the axe raised high, aimed to capitalize on Ethan's momentary vulnerability.
"Tch!"
Ethan, gritting his teeth, channeled his mana once again to fend off the relentless attacks.
He parried the sword strikes with his vambrace and sidestepped the axe swing with nimble footwork. Despite the overwhelming pressure, he managed to regain his composure and counter the assailants' advances.
Meanwhile, Emily found herself in a precarious situation as the dual-dagger user continued the lockdown. His swift and precise strikes left her with limited room to maneuver.
The fire elementalist seized the opportunity and launched a fiery assault, creating an additional layer of challenge for Emily.
"Emily, watch out!" Ethan called out as he continued to engage the wind and earth assailants.
With a quick glance, Emily understood the urgency of the situation. Channeling her focus, she skillfully deflected the dagger strikes, creating an opening to counter.
However, the fire manipulator persisted, forcing her to adopt a defensive stance to endure the scorching flames while doing her best to stall.
'If I can hold these two, Ethan can probably deal with the remaining three.'
This was her thought process. Though she was feeling guilty, she didn't know they would be attacked in the dungeon by five people, and they were even threatening their lives.
"You….."
Just at that moment, as Ethan was fighting with the two assailants, the voice of their leader reached his ears.
"Huh?" Ethan muttered, his attention momentarily diverted by the leader's voice.
"You…." The leader began, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, "I really didn't wish to use this, but I don't have a choice now."
A sense of foreboding washed over Ethan as he saw the eerie object the leader held in his hand. The aura surrounding it was disturbing, sending shivers down his spine.
'I need to stop him!'
Realizing that he needed to move,a Ethan tried to attack the leader.
"No, you won't!"
However, in an instant, his path was blocked by the sword.
–CLANK!
The leader chanted, "O mother, please grant me your presence once more and defeat the heretics standing in my way."
As the leader uttered those words, the disgusting lump of black flesh in his hand began to transform. The air thickened with malevolent energy as the lump twisted and contorted, taking on a grotesque appearance. A face emerged from the mass, constantly collapsing and reshaping itself in a horrifying dance.
Ethan, sensing the impending danger, tried to step back, but invisible tendrils seemed to emerge from the grotesque face, snaking their way around him. The dark energy gripped him tightly, restricting his movements.
"What is this?" Ethan growled, feeling the oppressive force constricting him.
The leader, with a malicious grin, explained, "This is the Gift of the Devoured. A forbidden art passed down through my bloodline. A communion with an otherworldly force that grants unimaginable power."
The grotesque face formed from the black flesh glared at Ethan with hollow eyes, exuding an aura of malevolence. It seemed to hunger for something beyond comprehension.
Ethan struggled against the invisible restraints, but the tendrils held him firm. He could feel the dark energy seeping into his very essence, probing his mind and body with an unsettling touch.
"And now, it is time for you to be his meal!"
Chapter 311 - Two-sides (4)
"Shall we begin with the pairing of partners?"
The students nodded in unison since there were no downsides to the offer. Gloria Hull, with a confident stride, began pairing the members.
She would normally take into consideration various factors, creating partnerships that seemed to align with compatibility, but she didn't have any data for that for the time being. She needed to observe for a while; thus, she took a direct approach.
As Gloria assigned partners, the students observed the pairings with a mix of curiosity and excitement.
Friends found themselves dancing together, and some were matched with those they hadn't interacted with much before. The Multipurpose Hall buzzed with whispers and exchanged glances.
Though the History and Arts Club wasn't that big compared to the clubs related to combat, they still had fairly enough members. This mostly stemmed from the academy being rather crowded.
'She is pairing everyone with their closest ones.'
Realizing that was the case, Maya caught Astron's eye and attempted to subtly approach him among the shifting pairs.
'This is a good chance!'
After all, she would never miss this chance. For the past two weeks, thanks to Phantom's Land exploration and her own practical evaluations, she hasn't had many chances to interact with Astron.
However, her advance was intercepted by Amelia, who seemed determined to partner with her.
"Maya, where are you off to?" Amelia asked casually, taking Maya's arm as if to guide her. However, there was a subtle, firm grip, preventing Maya from easily slipping away.
Maya, caught off guard by Amelia's firm grip, struggled to come up with a convincing excuse. "Oh, t-that's…I just wanted to," she stammered, her attempt at nonchalance faltering. The subtle yet firm hold on her arm made it clear that Amelia wasn't inclined to let her slip away easily.
"You just wanted to?" Amelia's smile remained, but there was a distinct edge to her words. It was as if she could sense Maya's inner conflict and was determined to keep her attention elsewhere.
Before Maya could formulate any more excuses or attempt to free herself, her gaze involuntarily shifted toward Gloria Hull, who was in the process of pairing the remaining members. To her surprise, she saw Astron being paired with Sylvie.
Astron and Sylvie exchanged nods, seemingly comfortable with the arrangement. Since Astron had been training Sylvie for the past month, they had already been accustomed to their accompany to a certain extent.
However, Maya had no way of knowing that, as Astron had never mentioned it. He felt like something terrible would happen if he were to.
'Nooooo...'
The realization hit Maya like a sudden jolt. Her chance to dance with Astron had slipped away.
Gloria Hull took a little look at Maya and noticed her gaze. "Hmm~" She smiled a little, looking at the adolescent girl before her. "For our final pairing, Maya and Amelia, you'll be each other's dance partners."
Since there weren't any male students left, the last three pairs were actually girl-girl pairs. Most of the time, male students preferred joining combat-related courses, and though in the Hunter Academy, that difference wasn't as distinct as any other institutes.
Maya managed a strained smile, attempting to conceal her disappointment. 'I couldn't get him.' She inwardly thought.
"It is good that we matched, right?" Amelia said, with a smile on her own. But Maya couldn't help but feel a little resentment at the sight of Amelia looking at her like that. After all, it was her fault that she didn't end up with Astron; at least, that was what she wanted to believe.
"Yeah….." Her reply was also brief and filled with disappointment.
Gloria Hull, sensing Maya's disappointment, offered a sympathetic smile before transitioning into the practical aspects of the dance lesson. "Now, let's not dwell too much on the pairings. Dancing is about synergy, connection, and most importantly, enjoying the moment with your partner."
She kept her lecture brief, emphasizing the importance of communication through movement and expressing emotions through dance. Then, she gestured towards the designated dance floor, inviting the pairs to join her.
As the club members gathered on the dance floor, Gloria began to demonstrate the basic steps. Each movement was executed with grace and precision, showcasing her expertise in the art of dance. The members watched attentively, absorbing the fundamentals.
Amelia seemed enthusiastic, quickly catching onto the steps, while Maya, though trying to focus, couldn't help stealing glances at Astron and Sylvie. The pair moved seamlessly, their familiarity evident in every step.
A curious student raised her hand, "But Overseer Hull, how can you demonstrate a couple's dance without a partner?"
Gloria Hull responded with a confident smile as if she was expecting this question to be raised. She raised her hand, and with a subtle manipulation of pure mana, she created a small silhouette of a dancing man beside her. The ethereal figure mirrored her movements, illustrating the steps of a couple's dance.
"This is a simple visualization technique to guide you through the motions. Remember, dancing is about connection and understanding your partner's movements." She explained.
"Wow…." The students looked at her with awe, realizing what she had just displayed. Though it wasn't widely known, there was a special type of dance competition that only Awakened people could perform.
[Solo Enchanté: Mana Mirage Waltz]
This was the name of the event, as it was named after one of the ruins from the Fallen Kingdoms before the Nexus Convergence.
'I see….That is why she chose the dance. If she were to perform such an advanced dance technique, that means she is a lot more talented than I initially thought.'
Astron thought inwardly, raising Gloria's evaluation in his hand higher. Though he wasn't well-versed in dancing, he could at least appreciate the sight he was witnessing. The way Gloria was moving was so beautiful and elegant that even his picky tastes were satisfied.
"Now, let's start with some basic forms of dance," Gloria Hull announced, her movements transitioning into simple, elegant steps. The small silhouette beside her continued to mimic her, creating a visual guide for the students.
Gloria demonstrated the foundational dance postures, emphasizing the importance of maintaining a connection with the partner. She moved gracefully across the floor, her steps fluid and deliberate.
"Now, it's your turn. Don't be shy; feel the rhythm and connect with your partner," she encouraged, her gaze sweeping across the room.
*******
As the grotesque face approached Ethan, its hollow eyes fixated on him with an insatiable hunger. The tendrils held him tightly, and the oppressive force intensified, probing deeper into his mind and body.
The leader, with a sadistic grin, declared, "And now, it is time for you to be his meal!"
Ethan gritted his teeth, his struggle against the invisible restraints growing more desperate. The malevolent aura surrounding the grotesque face seemed to reach a fever pitch, ready to consume him entirely.
Just as the grotesque face loomed over Ethan, about to engulf him, a sudden brilliant light emanated from the ring on Ethan's hand.
–SCREECH!
The intense glow filled the dungeon, causing the grotesque face to let out a blood-curdling scream. The tendrils holding Ethan began to melt away, releasing him from their grip.
"What?"
Emily, locked in her own battle, glanced over at the unexpected turn of events. She watched as the grotesque face recoiled from the radiant light, its form beginning to dissolve into grotesque tendrils of darkness.
The other assailants were no different. None of them were expecting such a turn of events as they looked at the shining light.
"This is…." They didn't even have the time to be surprised.
–SWOOSH!
With newfound freedom, Ethan's hazel eyes slightly turned a vertical yellow as he seized the opportunity. In an instant, he appeared before the leader of the assailants, spear in hand. The grotesque face screamed in agony, unable to comprehend the unexpected turn of events. Even the connection that was letting it use the power of an entity outside the world was slowly being severed.
The cursed artifact was slowly losing its effects and power.
Without hesitation, Ethan drove the spear through the leader's heart. The leader convulsed, his malevolent aura dissipating as the grotesque face disintegrated into nothingness.
"Burghk-!"
The leader coughed blood as the bridge of connection was severed. He no longer wielded the power of a cursed artifact.
"So….this is how my end comes….cough-!"
As he spoke his last words, Ethan twisted the spear in the masked guy's heart, ending his life.
"Leader….."
The remaining assailants, witnessing their leader's demise, faltered in their attacks, momentarily taken aback. They didn't even scream, as the aura that was being released from Ethan was too oppressive at that second.
Ethan, though liberated from the Devouring, felt a surge of unfamiliar power coursing through him, but that power disappeared after a second.
Ethan's hazel eyes, now returned to their normal state, surveyed the remaining assailants with a cold, unwavering gaze. The oppressive aura that had briefly surrounded him had dissipated, leaving behind an unsettling stillness in the dungeon.
"How many corpses did you collect to supply such an artifact?" Ethan's voice was firm, demanding answers from the masked assailants.
The assailants, momentarily silent, exchanged uneasy glances. The revelation that their leader had lost control of the cursed artifact left them on edge; however, as they realized that Ethan was no longer in the same transformed state, a smirk gradually formed on their faces.
Unveiling the truth, one of the assailants spoke with a sinister satisfaction, "We collected one human every day, sometimes sacrificing Hunters. With each life taken, the power of the Devouring grew stronger. We will even get stronger after killing you and the guy here."
Ethan, his gaze shifting to the ground and his spear, absorbed the grim reality of their actions. The dungeon had become a hunting ground, and innocent lives had been sacrificed to empower the cursed artifact.
"I see," Ethan muttered, his voice filled with a somber understanding.
As the two remaining assailants, fueled by newfound confidence, lunged toward Ethan, he calmly raised his hand and uttered words that cut through the tension like a blade. "People like you shouldn't be in this world."
In an instant, Ethan's spear became an extension of his will. With precise movements, he fended off the assailants' attacks, countering with calculated strikes. The dungeon echoed with the clash of metal, but this time, Ethan's movements were fluid and controlled.
Though he was also tired from the constant clashing, now he didn't care about any of those at all.
"People like you don't deserve an honorable death."
「Spear of Hartley. Three stabs of basic.」
Ethan's spear, the Spear of Hartley, flashed three times in rapid succession. The assailants, fueled by overconfidence, found themselves on the receiving end of Ethan's calculated strikes.
The first stab was aimed at the earth manipulator, who hastily raised a small pillar of earth to defend himself. However, the second consecutive strike defied the makeshift barricade, piercing through and finding its mark on the assailant's neck. A gurgled gasp escaped his lips as he staggered, realizing the situation.
Before the first assailant could comprehend the unfolding events, Ethan smoothly transitioned to the third stab. The spear found its mark on the chest of the remaining assailant, who recoiled from the sudden and precise assault.
Both assailants, now wounded and disoriented, struggled to maintain their footing. The dungeon echoed with the clash of metal and the pained groans of the assailants as they faced the consequences of their malevolent actions.
In a strained voice, the first assailant managed to ask, "How... How can you still move? We poisoned you!"
Ethan, undeterred, retorted with a cold resolve, "You don't deserve to know." Yet, this was a question he himself had yet to answer.
'Poison? I was poisoned?'
At that moment, Ethan realized something inside him had changed.
Chapter 312 - Two-sides (5)
"Now, it's your turn. Don't be shy; feel the rhythm and connect with your partner." As she said those words, the students, though initially hesitant, began to follow Gloria's lead.
Some stumbled over the steps, while others found a surprising ease in the dance. The atmosphere in the Multipurpose Hall transformed as laughter and the gentle sound of steps filled the air.
Maya and Amelia attempted to navigate the dance floor, their movements echoing the guidance they received. Though the dance that Gloria was presenting them was performed by one male and one female, both Maya, and Amelia had the necessary strength and physical aspects of a male already, being awakened.
Thus, despite the initial awkwardness, they gradually found a rhythm. Yet, Maya couldn't help but continuously steal glances at the sides as her gaze wandered at the couple on the corner.
Though the two didn't get much attention, recently, Astron has been slightly getting more recognition from the students around the school. His name was strangely known, but for a reason that was very different from normal.
There were weird rumors around him at the start, and his attitude made him seem to believe those rumors were true. However, now, his name was mentioned alongside Irina and Sylvie in the Phantom's Land case.
And that brought the attention of some curious students to his rank change. There, they saw him jumping around 700 ranks. That was quite an impressive jump, to be honest, and those who had seen it started to think of him a little differently.
He was talked about in the students' forums, and Maya also knew about those talks as well. That did make her a bit happy about him at the start, but somehow, as she continued to read some comments, she started getting a weird feeling.
A weird feeling that was the same as what she was getting right now. A feeling that made it hard to breathe. She didn't want to look, but she also couldn't retract her gaze.
As Maya's gaze continued to wander towards Astron and Sylvie, Amelia's voice broke through her reverie. "Maya, why do you keep looking in that direction?" Amelia inquired, her tone a little angry.
Maya flinched slightly, caught off guard by the question. She hesitated, unsure of how to respond without revealing too much. "Oh, it's nothing, really," Maya attempted to brush it off, offering a strained smile, just as she did before.
However, Amelia, this time, was no longer going to tolerate such a response.
'Why? My Maya….Why?'
At this moment, she needed to accept all those things she tried to overlook. No matter how much she hated it, she knew at this point that not acknowledging it would just be a coping mechanism.
Amelia's anger simmered beneath the surface as she stared at Maya, her frustration palpable. "Maya, you can't keep pretending like nothing's wrong. Why do you keep staring at him?" Amelia's voice was tinged with jealousy, her emotions raw and unfiltered.
Maya's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she stuttered, unable to form a coherent response. Memories of her interactions with Astron flooded her mind, causing her heart to race uncomfortably. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to articulate the complexity of her feelings.
"I-I..." Maya's voice faltered, her gaze flickering away from Amelia's probing eyes. She struggled to find the right words, grappling with the weight of unspoken emotions.
Amelia's jealousy flared at Maya's hesitation, her frustration mounting with each passing moment.
'She never shown such a side to me…..This is the first time…..'
There were many emotions that Amelia had never seen on Maya's face before, which she saw when Maya was with Astron. While she was trailing them when they ate and spoke casually, Amelia saw the expression on Maya's face, and she knew they were not something that Maya would ever show to her.
"Why him, Maya? What makes him so special?" Amelia's voice quivered with a mixture of hurt and indignation. "He's just a low-rank freshman who doesn't deserve someone like you."
Her words were something that she wanted to ask for a very long time. She wanted to speak those words, yet she never had the time. But, now, she could no longer hold it in. She wanted to know; she needed to.
As Maya heard Amelia's questioning words, a subtle shift occurred in her expression. The uncertainty and embarrassment that clouded her features instantly gave way to a slight smile. But, for Amelia, that slight smile felt foreign.
'Just a low-rank freshman? Is he all that in your eyes, Amelia? The person who saved my life when you were sitting in your room doing nothing. The only person in this world who can give me the taste….The person who never refuses to stay by my side….You are saying he is just a low-rank freshman?'
The normally gentle look Maya would have wasn't there. Her eyes strangely contained a cold glint. The aura she could feel from Maya also changed in that split second.
"Certainly, from outside, he may be perceived like that," Maya responded, her voice soft yet resolute. Her gaze met Amelia's, conveying a depth of emotion that she had never shown.
"R-right? Isn't it? There is no way-" Amelia replied, this time stuttering. The Maya before her felt somehow unfamiliar, and she couldn't keep her bearings.
"But…." Maya shut her words off, her gaze bearing into Amelia's, a glint of defiance shimmering in her eyes. "By what right do you think you can judge other people's preferences, Amelia?" Maya's voice held a firmness that Amelia had never heard before, her words cutting through the air with precision. "Is everything about rankings in your eyes?"
Amelia's eyes widened in astonishment at Maya's sudden interruption. This was the first time she had seen Maya speak with such assertiveness, challenging her beliefs without hesitation. The Maya before her seemed transformed, shedding her usual gentle demeanor for a newfound one.
"I-I didn't mean it like that," Amelia stammered, taken aback by Maya's unexpected reaction. "It is just….I want the best for my friend….And I don't want to see you sad."
Maya's smile softened as she regarded Amelia, her eyes reflecting a mixture of affection and determination. "What if I told you I love him, Amelia?" Maya's words hung in the air, laden with a weight that Amelia could hardly comprehend. "Would you support me in my feelings? Don't your words mean just that?"
Amelia's already wide eyes widened further, a flicker of disbelief crossing her features. Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to process Maya's confession. "Love? Do you really love him?" Amelia's voice trembled with uncertainty, her emotions in turmoil.
Maya turned to take a look at the side, and there she saw him dancing with Sylvie. Her eyes containing the same cold glint, she mumbled. "Yeah…..I guess this is what I am feeling….Yet, I have been hesitant to show it for a long time….But, I won't let this be any longer…."
She said, lowering her gaze. "Only I should be close to him."
As Maya's words sank in, Amelia's tears flowed freely, her heart heavy with the weight of Maya's revelation. She realized at that moment that there was no turning back from Maya's feelings, and her friend was already determined to pursue what her heart desired, no matter the cost.
"I-I see... I guess this is how it is?" Amelia choked out, her voice trembling with emotion. She attempted to laugh lightly, but it came out as a strained sound, a reflection of the turmoil raging within her.
'She is gone...There is no turning back for her now….What should I do? What do I need to do now? What am I going to do now, after knowing everything?'
With a shaky smile, Amelia turned to Maya, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Would it be okay if I went to the restroom quickly?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Maya nodded understandingly, a 'gentle' expression on her face. "Of course, take your time," she replied, giving Amelia's hand a reassuring squeeze.
Feeling overwhelmed, Amelia hastily wiped away her tears and turned to leave, her footsteps echoing softly as she made her way to the restroom. Once inside, she let out a shaky breath, allowing herself a moment to compose her emotions.
But try as she might, she couldn't shake the feeling of heartache that threatened to consume her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she leaned against the sink, grappling with the realization that Maya's feelings had irreversibly altered the future that she had envisioned. She knew that she no longer could make attempts, as they wouldn't result in anything.
On the other hand, Maya, now left alone, just watched Astron and Sylvie while lost in thought.
'I will no longer stay indecisively.'
Her gaze was looking at him, and she pledged inwardly, accepting the emotion inside her heart as her own. Her eyes turned red for a split second, showing the intensity of her emotions.
*******
In the heart of an unknown mountain, hidden deep within the labyrinthine passages of a vast cave system, a solitary figure sits in quiet contemplation. His body, chiseled and muscular, exudes an aura of strength and resilience. With each steady breath, the cavern seems to pulse in harmony with his presence.
Long hair cascades down his shoulders, framing a face weathered by time and adorned with a rugged beard and mustache. He appeared as a wanderer, a nomad of the mountains, attuned to the rhythms of the earth.
–SWOOSH!
Suddenly, as if stirred from a deep slumber, the figure's eyes snap open. A gust of wind rushed through the cavern, swirling around him like a tempest in the night. His gaze, fierce and penetrating, bore into the darkness with eyes of yellow, vertically slit as if they could pierce through the veil of reality itself.
"Finally, he appeared," the figure murmured, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the cavern. At that moment, a sense of purpose filled the air, as if the very mountain itself awaited the unfolding of a long-awaited hunt.
"The one I will need to hunt."
His gaze was locked into the place, bearing through the mountains, looking at the exact domain that belonged to Humans.
Chapter 313 - Two-Sides (6)
"Am I doing well?"
Sylvie asked, looking at Astron. Her face was flushed a little, both from the constant movements of dancing and being in his constant proximity.
"You are doing fine."
As Sylvie and Astron moved in tandem on the dance floor, Sylvie couldn't help but feel acutely aware of his presence. With each step, she felt the heat radiating from his body, his proximity sending a flurry of emotions coursing through her veins.
Her breaths grew rough, her heart beating faster with every moment they shared.
'Is he feeling the same?'
She thought maybe it wasn't just her feeling like this. But as she took a peek, she saw Astron ever composed as usual. His demeanor slapped the answer on her face as a complete NO.
'Right…..'
A slight disappointment of how he didn't even care, as well as the feeling of shame for her feelings, appeared.
Though he just guided Sylvie through the dance with ease, his movements were more fluid and precise compared to her without even saying anything.
Despite the intricate steps, he maintained a steady rhythm, his touch gentle yet firm as he led her across the floor.
Sylvie's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson as she struggled to maintain her composure. She dared not meet Astron's gaze, her eyes fixed on their intertwined feet as they moved in harmony.
The sensation of his hand against hers sent shivers down her spine, igniting a warmth she couldn't ignore.
'He is good at moving his body….I wonder if he ever got an education on this? Maybe when he was young? No, that can't be. He was an orphan. Then, is this his innate talent?'
Lost in the moment, Sylvie's mind began to wander, her thoughts consumed by the intoxicating dance and the enigmatic man before her.
'That is right. He is good at fighting, so it is no wonder that he is good at dancing, too. I somehow want to think fighting is somehow an act of dancing. Aside from the deadly part, aren't the fighters in the cage similar to a dancer on the scene?'
Her thoughts wandered as she tried to get rid of her shame.
In her distraction, she failed to anticipate the next step, her foot landing squarely on Astron's toes with a soft thud.
Sylvie flinched at the soft thud, her face turning even redder with embarrassment. Slowly, she raised her head to meet Astron's gaze, expecting to see annoyance or frustration in his eyes.
But to her surprise, Astron's expression remained calm and composed, his gaze steady as he looked back at her. There was no hint of irritation or disappointment, only a silent understanding.
"I-I'm so sorry, Astron," Sylvie stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to step on your toes. I was just... I got distracted, and..."
Astron simply nodded, his face neutral. "It's alright," he said calmly. "I know you didn't mean to. It is just your usual clumsiness."
Sylvie couldn't help but flinch at the words "usual clumsiness." Though she knew Astron meant no harm by it, hearing him say it so casually stung a little. It was a reminder of her own shortcomings, her tendency to let her thoughts wander and lose focus at the most inconvenient times.
"Yeah, my usual clumsiness," she echoed softly, forcing a small, self-deprecating smile. "Sorry for being such a klutz."
Deep down, a part of her felt a twinge of resentment at Astron's nonchalant response. She wished he would show a little more concern or understanding, even if it was just a small gesture. But she knew better than to expect anything different from him. Astron had always been reserved and composed, his emotions carefully guarded behind a stoic facade.
–FLINCH!
Suddenly, her body shivered as if insects were crawling on her skin.
'What is this, a gaze?'
She felt like someone was looking at her with intense feelings. She knew from the lectures as well as her own experiences that an Awakened person's strong feelings could form an intent and could affect the environment as well as the target's senses. It was described by the notion of Awakened people altered by mana.
Sylvie's instincts kicked in, urging her to find the source of the intense gaze that made her skin crawl. Ignoring the discomfort, she turned her head slightly, scanning the room until her eyes locked with a pair of piercing red ones.
For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as Sylvie found herself captivated by the striking gaze. The eyes belonged to Maya, the gentle, cheery, snack-loving, but somehow scary senior, who was watching her with an intensity that sent a shiver down Sylvie's spine.
'Why is she looking at me like that? Senior, you are really being scary.'
As their gazes met, Sylvie noticed the subtle look of coldness in Maya's eyes.
'I am sorry. Did I do something wrong? But I didn't even do anything!'
She inwardly protested as she couldn't find the reason why Maya was angry at her.
'Also, what is with this scary aura? Are you going to kill me?'
With a quick tilt of her head, Sylvie studied Maya's features, taking in the vibrant purple hair and the graceful figure that seemed to exude confidence and poise. After a second of looking, Maya's partner, Senior Amelia, came, and that marked the end of Maya's gaze.
'What was this just now?'
Yet, Sylvie couldn't help but think that there was more to Maya than met the eye.
'Did he notice?'
She threw a look at Astron, and there she saw him looking in the same direction as well.
–CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Just as Sylvie was about to voice her question to Astron, the sound of applause filled the air, drawing her attention back to the front of the room. Gloria Hull stood before them, her hands clapping together in a rhythmic pattern.
"Bravo, everyone!" Gloria exclaimed, her voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "I believe we've made excellent progress today. However, I think it's time to conclude our dancing session for now."
Relief washed over Sylvie as she realized that the intense moment with Maya had passed, at least for the time being. She redirected her focus to Gloria, listening attentively as the overseer continued to address the club members.
"I'm proud of the dedication and enthusiasm each of you has shown today," Gloria continued, her gaze sweeping across the room. "Remember, dancing is not just about mastering the steps; it's about expressing yourself and connecting with your partner on a deeper level."
Sylvie nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of accomplishment despite the brief distraction. She had managed to navigate through the dance session with Astron despite her momentary lapse in focus. And although Maya's intense gaze had unnerved her, she was determined not to let it affect her.
With a final nod of approval, Gloria signaled the end of the session. "That will be all for today. Thank you all for your participation. I look forward to seeing you at our next meeting."
******
"A call just came from the young master, sir."
Inside an office of a fairly high building, a man seemingly with the clothes of a butler spoke, lowering his head.
"A call?" The man on the table raised his head, looking at his butler with his characteristic hazel eyes. His dark blue hair fluttered, his smooth skin seemingly better than any model's.
"Who was it from, Ray?" Marc Hartley asked, his voice tinged with curiosity as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on his butler.
Ray cleared his throat before responding, "It was Young Master Ethan, sir. He mentioned something about an urgent matter that requires your attention."
Marc Hartley's hazel eyes widened in surprise at the mention of his son's name. Ethan's late awakening had been a source of concern in the past years for Marc, who had anxiously awaited the manifestation of his son's abilities.
"Ethan? What urgent matter does he have again?" Marc muttered to himself, a furrow forming between his brows as he considered the implications of his son's unexpected call.
'Did he somehow entangled with a mess again?'
He knew this son of his was different from his other children. The heirs of the direct family line all had the coldness and the necessary survival skills in this industry.
But Ethan was different. That child had dreams he had always had. When he was young, he came to him and listened to the stories of heroes. He always criticized people for acting selfishly and showed his discontent.
At first, Marc took it as childish innocence, but Ethan had never changed. Over the course of his teenage years, even though he was not awakened and was no different from a normal person, he never backed down in front of injustice.
He always spoke his mind whenever he discovered it. However, thankfully, this idiot son of him didn't have a good perception in terms of such things. Though he would speak if he saw injustice, he wasn't that good at spotting it when it happened, and he was deeply thankful from his heart as he knew the troubles that would cause.
Ray cleared his throat, breaking Marc's train of thought. "He said he was attacked by a group of people in the dungeon when he was exploring it with his friend."
Marc's expression shifted from surprise to concern in an instant. "Attacked? Is Ethan alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Ray nodded reassuringly. "Nothing serious happened, sir. They managed to escape without any major injuries. However, they confirmed that Ethan had to use the artifact he was carrying for protection."
A flicker of rage flashed across Marc's features, his hazel eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "Someone dared to attack a Hartley? Especially someone from the direct line? And with a strength so formidable that Ethan had to resort to using the artifact?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Ray swallowed nervously, recognizing the storm brewing within his employer. "Yes, sir. It appears that the attackers were quite formidable. According to Ethan, they had a cursed artifact."
At the mention of 'Cursed Artifact,' Marc's anger soared. "Villains…." Marc muttered through gritted teeth, his anger simmering beneath the surface like a volcano about to erupt, his brain remembering the memories of a certain time.
Ray, knowing his master's feelings at the mention of the word, kept his calm and silently waited for the tremor to pass.
After a moment of silent contemplation, Marc's hazel eyes hardened with resolve. "Ray, does Ethan still have that cursed artifact with him?"
Ray nodded in affirmation. "Yes, sir. Ethan mentioned that he still has it in his possession."
"Bring that artifact to the headquarters immediately. I want one of the research and development teams to analyze it thoroughly. We need to know everything about it, including its origins and capabilities."
"I had already done that, sir. Young Master Ethan had already anticipated that and called a [Tingler] to bring it to the company."
"Good." Marc nodded, his expression turning slightly more composed now that the necessary steps were being taken to analyze the cursed artifact.
As Ray observed his employer's demeanor, he waited for Marc to speak further.
"If villains capable of using cursed artifacts are involved, then this matter may not be as simple as it seems," Marc remarked, his tone grave.
Ray nodded in agreement. "Indeed, sir. And as you may recall, Ethan has been involved with the affairs of a low-rank guild."
"Ah, the Azure Crest Guild, was it?" Marc asked, remembering the name.
"Yes, sir. That's correct," Ray confirmed.
Marc's brow furrowed in thought. "I had initially dismissed it as child's play, but if Ethan's encounter with the cursed artifact is connected to the guild's activities, then this matter may be more complex than we anticipated."
With a determined expression, Marc turned his gaze back to Ray. "I want you to delve deeper into this matter, Ray. Especially focus on any recent activities surrounding the Azure Crest Guild. We need to uncover any connections that may shed light on Ethan's situation."
Ray nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Understood, sir. I'll get right on it."
With that, Ray hurried off to carry out Marc's instructions, leaving Marc to ponder the implications of his son's involvement with the cursed artifact and the Azure Crest Guild.