More than a month had passed since Ian had gone missing.
“Is it really necessary to mobilize this many people just to find one student, senior?”
The heart of the continent’s Grand Forest.
A man engaged in a search operation in the dense woods turned to ask the woman beside him.
A golden badge pinned to his chest signified that he was a mber of the continent’s premier search guild, Golden Mole.
The woman, whom he had addressed as “senior”, responded by smacking him on the back of the head before speaking.
“Quit whining and just focus on searching. Large-scale requests like this don’t co often.”
“But still—”
“But what? You want another hit?”
“… I’m searching! I’m searching!”
Clutching the back of his head, the man quickly dropped to the ground.
Though his posture hardly resembled a standard search technique, it was characteristic of Golden Mole—a guild renowned for its search thod utilizing scent trackers.
The process involved the man lying down and sniffing while his senior dragged him along.
After so ti spent searching, the man spoke again.
“Still, isn’t it a bit much for our entire Golden Mole guild to be mobilized just to find one student?”
“You wanna get hit again?”
“Wait, hold on—ti out! Sand got into my nose! I need a break, senior!”
Pfft!
Each ti he spoke, a cloud of sand burst from his nostrils.
His senior wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Ugh, that’s disgusting.”
“So, senior, don’t you think it’s strange?”
“What is?”
“The fact that our guild alone sent fifty people, and if you count the other teams, at least a thousand searchers are out here.”
“And?”
“Normally, if one person goes missing, you’d send one or two searchers, tops.”
“True.”
“So, in that sense—”
Sniff!
He blew out another puff of sand before continuing.
“One missing cadet, yet the entire continent’s search guilds are on high alert… It feels like we’re just being driven by money. I don’t know whose kid this is, but it’s making uneasy.”
Smack!
The man took another hit to the back of the head.
“Gah! Why’d you hit ?!”
“I was dusting the sand off you.”
Pfft!
More sand trickled down belatedly.
“Cough!Ack!”
“And didn’t I tell you to study more?”
“Huh…? What?”
“You’re right—it’s excessive, way too excessive, for just one missing person. Which ans this isn’t just about soone going missing.”
“Then what is it?”
“I talked to the nearby search team leader, and there’s a rumor going around. They’re saying we might be searching for the headquarters of the Bloodstone Cult.”
“T-The Bloodstone Cult’s headquarters?”
“Yeah.”
“But that pure, white mana crystal we found nearby… What does that have to do with the Bloodstone Cult?”
“No clue.”
His senior cracked her neck from side to side, stretching as she continued.
“In the end, we’re just hired hands. We take the job if the pay’s good. Requests like this don’t co often, which ans our client is desperate. So stop overthinking and stay focused.”
“…Yes, ma’am.”
“And if we find any evidence, our guild needs to be the first to report it. With all the search guilds gathered here, this is our chance to prove our skills. More importantly, we can’t lose to those academy kids.”
The atmosphere grew heavier.
Just as they were about to resu their search, a figure appeared before them.
“You two have been working hard.”
Silvery-blond hair, nearly white.
An elegant gait that remained refined even atop dirt and debris.
The senior swiftly lowered her head.
“Lady Silvia.”
“…Wait, Lady Silvia Laurent? The vice-president of the Laurent rchant?!”
“Shut up and bow your head already.”
Noticing her glare, the man hastily bent at the waist.
“I-I’m so sorry, ma’am!”
Watching him, Silvia let out a small, amused smile.
“It’s quite alright. Please keep up the hard work. Thank you.”
With a slight bow of her head, Silvia walked past them.
“…She’s beautiful.”
The man muttered absentmindedly—
And received another smack to the head.
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Silvia picked up her pace, weaving swiftly through the forest.
Before long, both of her hands were occupied—gripping Elena and Danya.
Following close behind was Lina.
“I told you all to take breaks while searching.”
“W-We did, nyah!”
“I also took breaks, Sister Elena can vouch for !”
Danya and Elena, squirming in Silvia’s grasp, protested weakly.
Silvia sternly scolded them.
“Look at yourselves. Danya, your dark circles have deepened. Elena, your once-plump cheeks have thinned.”
“T-This is just black dust clinging to my fur, nyah!”
“I was just dieting!”
“Enough excuses. Co along.”
Grumbling, Lina trailed behind them as Silvia led them to the base camp.
Nurous search outposts were set up throughout the central continent.
Once inside the tent, Silvia washed her companions’ faces, had them change into fresh clothes, and seated them neatly at a table.
Then, she placed steaming bowls of tomato chicken stew in front of them.
Danya hesitated, raising a hand as if she had sothing to say.
But Silvia shook her head.
“No more work today.”
“But—”
“There’s sothing more important. Eat while you listen.”
Dragging a map upright, Silvia continued.
“I’ll mark the locations where traces of Ian have been found.”
She marked various locations on the map.
“And if we connect these points…”
Silvia traced a large circle at the center of the continent.
It overlapped significantly with the area they were currently searching—the Grand Central Forest.
“This ans Ian—or rather, the Bloodstone Cult’s headquarters—is most likely sowhere within this area. Based on all the information we’ve gathered so far, at least, that’s the conclusion the leadership has co to.”
“The search radius has narrowed down a lot, hasn’t it?”
“Yes. Soon, all efforts will be concentrated on the Grand Central Forest.”
“Then we’ll be able to find Brother Ian even faster!”
“Yes… probably.”
Despite her words, Silvia’s expression was sowhat troubled.
Danya tilted her head and asked,
“Why do you look so uneasy, nyah?”
“I can’t shake the feeling that sothing is off. The Grand Central Forest—logically speaking, it’s the perfect place for the Bloodstone Cult to hide. But… would they really settle in such an obvious location?”
Silvia trailed off and shook her head as if to dismiss her own doubts.
“It’s just a hunch. We should stick to the evidence. Regardless, that’s why…”
Clatter.
Silvia set down her spoon, picked up Elena, who had dozed off mid-al, and gently placed her on a bed before continuing.
“I’ll take care of things here. The three of you should return to the academy for a while.”
“That’s ridiculous, nyah.”
“I’m giving you a two-day break. Since the search effort will be concentrated here, your absence won’t cause any problems. And Elena isn’t the only one exhausted—Lina, Danya, you both look worn out too.”
“…But still.”
“Besides, it’s been a while since you last checked on the Dessert Research Club’s room, hasn’t it?”
“…The clubroom?”
Danya blinked in confusion, unsure of what Silvia was getting at.
Silvia simply smiled.
“It’s been left alone for so long. You should at least go clean it up once. You’re all club mbers, after all.”
“…”
Danya and Lina fell silent.
Though it was an odd way of persuading them, sothing about it stirred their emotions.
It had been a long ti since they last set foot in the clubroom.
Seeing their hesitation, Silvia pressed further.
“I have a feeling this situation is going to escalate.”
“…Escalate?”
“Yes. To the level of war.”
Not just the Empire—Constantine was moving as well, under the pretext of fulfilling the prophecy and exterminating the Bloodstone Cult.
In other words, things were about to spiral out of control.
“You’ll be busy once that happens, so go and take care of things while you still can.”
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Lichten Academy.
The lower floor of the Dessert Research Clubroom.
Lupina, the president of the Occult Research Club, felt unusually restless today.
Maybe it was because the once-noisy upper floor had been silent for over a month.
Or perhaps it was due to the unusually heavy atmosphere looming over the academy lately.
Even soone like Lupina, who thrived in eerie environnts, couldn’t shake off the unease pressing down on the school.
“…It’s been like this ever since Ian disappeared.”
She sighed as she gazed out at the dreary academy grounds.
If at least a few students were walking by, the gloom might not feel so suffocating…
But today, for so reason, there was no one in sight.
Even the faint mist hanging over the grounds added to the ominous mood.
“Haaa…”
Resting her chin on her hand, Lupina let out another sigh.
It would be nice if Ian were found safe.
She hadn’t thought she was particularly attached to him, but apparently, so level of familiarity had developed over ti.
“Is anyone inside?”
A quiet yet distinct voice reached Lupina’s ears.
The whisper was so close and clear that it felt as though soone had leaned right next to her ear.
It was a man’s voice.
She quickly looked around, startled.
This was the Occult Research Club’s clubroom.
She was the only mber.
No one else should have been here.
Cautiously, Lupina approached the door.
A shadow was visible through the frosted glass.
She felt an inexplicable compulsion to open the door.
Normally, she wouldn’t have acted so recklessly.
But right now, it felt like she had to.
It was as if so instinct within her insisted that keeping this guest waiting outside would be an unforgivable mistake.
And so, Lupina opened the door—then froze.
“Ah…”
Even at a glance, the man standing there was stunningly handso.
Snow-white hair.
A jawline as sharp as a sculpted masterpiece.
Even his slightly weary gaze carried an undeniable allure.
Yet, strangely enough, she felt no attraction to him.
Instead, she felt an overwhelming sense of fear.
Every small movent he made seed to shrink her presence.
As if he stood above all things.
There was no overt intimidation—no aggressive aura.
And yet.
The man spoke.
“I’m looking for a place called the Dessert Research Club.”
“I-It’s upstairs.”
“Thank you.”
With a charming smile, he turned and walked away.
The mont he was out of sight, Lupina collapsed into her chair.
She felt as though she had just witnessed sothing she shouldn’t have seen.
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