Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 134 (Part 1):
“Fasho.”
Upon Talon’s call, Fasho struggled to his feet and staggered towards him. He seemed to be in better shape than expected, even making sure not to forget his severed finger.
‘I should have cut off the other hand too.’
It still felt insufficient. With his head bowed, Fasho spoke in a low voice.
“I am sorry, Lord Talon.”
“No, we need to treat your wounds first. Your condition is dire.”
Fasho drank the potion Talon handed him. Helmut frowned.
‘It would be troublesome if he recovers and attacks.’
Fortunately, the potion wasn’t as effective as to reattach severed fingers.
After regaining some strength, Fasho straightened his back. There was no time to stand idly. Helmut packed his belongings and turned away from them.
“I should leave now. It’d be best for you to disappear quickly.”
“Ah, wait a moment.”
Before he could leave, he called out to Helmut.
“Let me give you a piece of advice.”
Helmut looked back at him with an expressionless face.
“What is it.”
“You are skilled and have good judgment.”
It was an unexpected compliment. Helmut maintained his poker face.
“If there’s one flaw, it’s either soft-heartedness or calculation, but you hesitate. Sometimes, it’s better to cut down the enemy immediately, regardless of what they spout.”
Was he suggesting it would have been better to kill Fasho? The tone was calm, yet it strangely resonated. Although it seemed like unnecessary advice.
Helmut listened because there was a need to.
In critical moments, a person’s mouth spills a lot of information. Plus, he had a constraint known as the “seed of darkness.”
When killing, he had to ponder whether it was absolutely necessary.
“That might be true. But I’m a student of Greta Academy.”
“Meaning you’d avoid killing because you’re a student? Intriguing.”
“Think whatever you want.”
With that, Helmut turned his back again. This time, he wasn’t stopped.
Behind him, he sensed Talon and Fasho moving. Given their expertise in stealth, they’d leave the forest without issues.
Helmut debated on what to do with his cloak, eventually stuffing it inside his clothing and wrapping it around his waist. The cloak, enchanted with space expansion magic, was thin and lightweight, barely noticeable.
Ahead, he felt magical energy. Professor Dwayne was using search magic to scout the area. Helmut promptly headed in that direction.
“Helmut!”
Instructor Alan exclaimed with a surprised look upon spotting him.
“Are you alright?”
Helmut spread his hands to indicate he was fine. He had suffered some injuries from shattering rocks earlier, but there were no bleeding wounds. His exceptional recovery had already begun.
Approaching, Instructor Alan sighed deeply, resting his hand on Helmut’s shoulder.
“Chasing after assassins alone! How reckless!”
“It was nothing. I couldn’t catch up with them.”
Helmut lied effortlessly.
“That’s not the issue. You went after an assassin alone. If something had happened!”
“It didn’t, so it’s fine. Let’s head back.”
Helmut’s clear-cut response left Alan speechless.
“Found you. Thank goodness.”
Professor Dwayne appeared soon after, his face sweaty.
This area, not properly pathed and rugged, prompted Alan to run over as soon as Dwayne’s magic detected Helmut’s presence.
The instructors had shown commendable responsibility, not thinking of their own safety but rushing to a student separated in a forest harboring assassins. Helmut tilted his head slightly and added.
“I’m strong.”
It seemed necessary to reassure them. To let the instructor understand that he was neither reckless nor in danger.
“I know. Anyway, let’s go back and talk.”
Alan shook his head, seemingly unconvinced.
‘I need to find my horse.’
He knew where it was, but couldn’t explain how he knew. Therefore, he couldn’t go searching for it right now.
Could those guys be riding it? Helmut felt a tinge of unease.