Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 118 (Part 2):
As Patricia turned and disappeared, Asuka grumbled.
“Damn, that woman thinks my head is public property. Keeps hitting me. Helmut, what are you doing?”
Helmut was bending down, inspecting the ground. There were slight indentations in the bushes.
The stems weren’t broken, so it wasn’t obvious, but the trap had been here. Definitely. And in that short time, it had disappeared again.
It wasn’t the act of a student from the swordsmanship department. It couldn’t be.
Helmut had been watching this area all along, and since his return, he hadn’t seen anyone approach.
“There wasn’t any trap. Ever heard of a trap ghost? Are you hallucinating? Did someone drug your sandwich?”
“Let’s go back.”
Asuka, voicing various complaints, hurriedly followed him. His complaints were about Patricia’s unjust violence.
Helmut tuned out Asuka’s chatter. His focus was entirely elsewhere.
‘Interesting.’
His heart was racing. A rare smile appeared on Helmut’s lips as he walked towards the clearing.
A rare smile for him, one that appeared when he sensed a challenge. A flicker of intent shone in his dark eyes.
‘A warning, perhaps.’
For what was to come.
He was looking forward to finding out who had played this intriguing prank. His premonition became more certain.
This time, a formidable enemy had arrived. One so strong that Helmut couldn’t sense their presence.
After slaughtering two second-rank mercenaries, he had been itching for a worthy opponent.
Helmut realized he had been waiting for this moment.
‘I hope it’s an enemy worth killing.’
Killing came with consequences. Helmut suffered pain due to the seed of darkness whenever he killed someone. It wasn’t a pleasant situation.
Yet, Helmut hoped that whoever was targeting him was an enemy he had to kill, one he couldn’t defeat without killing, worth enduring the pain.
“Did you just smile? Really, someone must have drugged you. But it’s kinda scary when you smile.”
Asuka’s ramblings beside him went unheard.
*
As the sun set, the second-year students of the Greta Academy swordsmanship department finally arrived at the Pedica Forest campsite.
A man who seemed to be the caretaker ran out to greet them at the entrance of the campsite. After a brief conversation with the two instructors and Professor Dwayne, the students who had jumped off their horses were massaging their hips and thighs.
Riding for such a long duration after a while made everyone’s bodies sore.
“Ah, finally here.”
“The campsite is pretty spacious, huh?”
Surrounded by a high fence, the campsite was a vast area. There was a place for horses on the perimeter, and tents and camping facilities densely packed into the view.
In the middle, there was a large space for a bonfire, not yet lit, presumably for a barbecue.
“Now, we have to sleep here while getting bitten by mosquitoes.”
Wesley sighed deeply. He was noble, and even a noble from a prestigious family. He wasn’t even from a sword family.
He wasn’t very comfortable with the dormitory life of the academy, let alone camping.
“You sound like a young master.”
“Why did you enter the Swordsmanship Department instead of the Academic Department?”
“What can I do, my talent is in this field. If I hold a book and sit for just 10 minutes, my head hurts and I want to swing a sword refreshingly.”
“I admit that. I feel the same way.”
“You’re from a sword family. I’ve been scorned by adults for not looking at books at all.”
“Yeah, you’re really pitiful.”
“Are you picking a fight now?”
“I’m comforting you. In the style of the Swordsmanship Department.”
“Crazy.”
Their eyes suddenly turned towards Helmut and Asuka.
Since they were in the same group, they had come this far together, but they didn’t want to share a tent.
Of course, the problem was Asuka. You never know what kind of mischief he’ll get up to.
“At least we won’t be sleeping in the rain.”
“How do we use these tents?”
Just then, Instructor Alan’s voice was heard.
“Each group will use a tent. You’ll be staying here for two days, so unpack and rest your bodies for a while. The tents have numbers on them.”
Indeed, the tents were numbered. While the other students went to their tents without much fuss, Group 9 looked particularly gloomy.
Asuka, unconcerned about the others, gestured to Helmut.
“Let’s tie the horses over there and unload only what we’ll use right away. Let’s get this over with and rest in the tent.”
“Alright.”